It's another one of those nights where I wake to rain beating on the roof and sometimes - more often then not - it leaking into the ancient building. Tonight, though, it does not appear that the roof is leaking, so I do not rise and merely lie there, listening. Even with my eyes tightly closed, I can still see the lightning flashing across the sky. All at once, an unbidden memory rears it's unwelcome head. It was raining that night at Aqualondë. The lightning illuminated the pale faces of those who had been slain - Noldar and Teleri alike - whenever it danced across the sky. Thunder rumbles outside and breaks me from my morbid thoughts. Lightning flashes across the sky once more and I can almost see those pale faces of the dead again; only this time my family lies among them. I stumble around and trip over an outstretched hand. I turn and stare into my older brother's red and unseeing eyes. I scream and suddenly, there is a Teleri swordsman above me. He raises his weapon and I stumble backwards in terror, though it is fruitless. The sword begins it's descent. A loud clap of thunder shakes the earth and I shoot up - wake awake - screaming. The nightmare was so realistic - it always is. He came so close to killing me this time. Can you die in dreams? Because if you can, he will surely kill me the next time the nightmare of Aqualondë visits me in my dreams as it does almost every night.
