I am floating along the Running River as if I were the many pink apple blossoms that fall into the water from the over hanging trees. I am breathing in the cold arctic air as if I am standing on the enchanting Misty Mountains. I am eating in the beauty of the lovely Hobbit's Shire as if I am as hungry as the large Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur at young Bilbo's hole many years ago. I am warm and comfortable as if I were the giant Smaug lying on my treasure, long before a courageous fellowship slayed me. I am strong and willing as if I am the unstoppable Frodo Baggins befriending men, elves, wizards and dwarfs to save Middle Earth. I am powerful as if I am Gandolf, the White Wizard, riding his majestic Albino-looking steed. I am Arwen, the Princess of Rivendell.