Mellon i Gondor
Disclaimer: Mellanir is mine. Gondor is not and neither are any of the characters who enter these pages. Please sit back and enjoy the story.
Mellanir sat straight up in her bed. It was the middle of the night and Minas Tirith slept peacefully, save her. She knew she was too old to be frightened by nightmares, but this one had tormented her since before she could remember. Each night, around midnight, she awoke crying, vividly recalling almost every detail of her vision. This night she felt she could not bear the solitude , so she rose and continued to her brother's room. Even if he was asleep, the sight of another living being would comfort her.
"He knows nothing of this, nor should he. They're only childish dreams of no importance," but she knew she was lying to herself. There was a story, a truth in the dream: What it was, she knew not, but it was surely present. She returned to her room and lay on her bed, staring up into the darkness. Several thoughts rolled through her head.
Mellanir didn't know how long she lay there until a gentle knock at her door startled her.
"Come in," she called after a moment of regaining herself from the original disturbance of the silence. The door opened and, although there was little light to reveal the face of the person who entered, Mellanir recognized the familiar regal manner of opening a door. she stood half out of ceremony, half for an excuse to arise. Her older brother motioned for her to sit, but she shook her head in refusal. He sighed.
"Are you all right," he inquired.
"Fine enough," Mellanir responded. Boromir reached out and pulled his sister close to him, looking into her eyes as best he could in the dim light.
"You're troubled," he observed knowingly. Mellanir sighed frustratedly. "I'm your brother. I know you better than anyone else does," he answered her unasked question. He pulled her to his chest and hugged her tight. "It will be okay" he promised.
"But there's something I must do. I don't know what it is, but the answer to many of my questions might lie with the elves in Lothlorien . . . "
"No," Boromir replied. His answer was that of a concerned brother, not a dictator, but something in his tone caused Mellanir to draw back and scream in terror.