Dreams of Amber Eyes
He cannot escape the dreams. Always he wanders through the twilight forests, following sparkling star dust and flickers of violet silk. But now he comes to the end, the end of the path, into the clearing, and then blackness finds him, and he is alone...
There is the stench of fetid breath, the touch of coarse hair matted with blood, the hideous sight of luminous, opaque eyes, slime-ridden and sickly, and the feeling of teeth beginning to close about his throat as the weight of a great and terrible animal crushes his heart in his chest...
Eyes of pure, sweet amber. They glow in the darkness, shining orbs of cat's gold, and the dead eyes turn to the sound like a hissing cat.
The weight vanishes from his chest, and a hideous howling like a wounded beast sends chills down his spine. The stench of burning flesh and hair fills his nostril. Is this truly a dream? So real, it seems...
Gentle arms encircle him, and those amber eyes gaze up at him.
"Do not fear what may seem strange to you."
Her voice, like the midnight wind, and violet wings enfold him... and Eomer awakens.