Disclaimer- I do not own The Hobbit, nor do I claim to have any entitlements to anything but my OOC, Tiana.
Summary: Tiana, (Female OOC), has been having these dreams since she was a young lass. Mostly taking place in the same setting, she dreams of deep caverns, and loud clangs of metal against metal, and the smell of forges and the earth surrounding her. That wouldn't be an issue, if not for the fact these dreams come when she's awake, and more often than not seem to focus on a dark haired dwarf with shocking blue eyes...
Please note. "Speech" **Visions/dreams**
Chapter 1-Dreaming with eyes wide open
A wash rag grows cold in her hand, knuckles white and water dripping from her tight grip of the rag. Her gray eyes stare down at the table in front of of her, wide and out of focus. That's all it takes for anyone to see she's somewhere else entirely.
**The sound of heavy boots pounding against a stone floor, braids whipping back against her head..**
"She's at it again. Someone find Lief."
**.. The air is humid, and the taste of iron is faint in the air. A sharp turn causes a brief slide, but she's running again soon after. He's back..**
"It's unnerving how her eyes go blank like that.."
**The doors echo a slam against the walls, with the force she uses to open him, but it's ignored the minute he turns towards her, lips twitching in amusement.**
"The poor dearie.. That looks mighty uncomfortable, how tense she is right now."
**"I was beginning to wonder whether you had heard, Ghivashel.." His voice, a low timber, strong like a hammer in a forge and completely familiar to her..
And just as she would open her mouth to respond, she's suddenly shaken, the world quickly fading her.**
With a cry, she grabs to the arms of the man in front of her, (Lief, her mind supplies after a foggy moment.) Blinking rapidly, and breathing heavily she looks up at him, licking her lips briefly to help settle her nerves, ".. I.. I did it again.. Didn't I?"
Suddenly aware of her surroundings, and the number of people watching with varying expressions, Triana's suddenly not sure what to be more embarrassed about. The fact that she had an 'episode' in front of so many this time, or that she's so upset about being pulled out of it.
The look on Lief's face is answer enough, at least to make her groan and lower her head. Deep brown hair falling forward like a curtain to hide her face. She lets him guide her into standing, following him to the back room of the building. "I'm not sure how long you were out. Purdy came and got me about only a few moments before I woke you."
He guided her to sit, knowing after years of experience she'd feel the need to talk about the incident once she was settled. "I'll grab you some water," and he does just that, watching other from the corner of his eyes the entire time.
With a sigh, she pushes her hair back, tucking it behind her ears and slowly opening her eyes. "They've been happening more and more.. Lasting longer each time too.. It's beginning to become a bother."
"You say that, but you do nothing to try and find out why they happen, or how to stop them." He sounded almost amused, but resigned at the same time, falling into the pattern as of late as he returned with the glass for her.
She took a sip, narrowing her eyes at him, "If I could remain long enough to see more than an occasional glance of the dreams, maybe I'd be making some progress on that. Unfortunately, they don't seem to want to wait until a decent time to occur."
Her tone is snappish, as it usually becomes in this argument, but he can hardly find the will to be even annoyed by it. This was becoming an old topic, quickly, for them. "Oh, aye. Such a pity about having dreams in the daytime too. It must be such a chore for you."
It isn't hard to figure out how amused he is by all of this, and she huffs at him, before slouching in her seat, cup held in front of her with both hands. "... It was him again. I was running to see him, and I can't tell if I missed him or if I wanted to cuff him on the head. Maybe I would've done both? I don't even remember thinking about which way to go, but my feet knew the way. I pushed my way through a door and... He stood there. He was obviously trying not to laugh at me."
"Mhmm, and I don't suppose you actually managed to remember, oh.. I don't know.. His name, or something about him besides his eyes and hair?" With a small smirk, Lief crossed his arms over his chest, watching her, not even holding back the laugh that builds at her embarrassed glare.
"It's not my fault that those are the only parts clear about him, besides his voice! I can't control what I dream, you ignorant twat." But it did bother her plenty, enough to where she had nearly obsessed with the dreams that occurred. Carrying pieces of loose parchment, she had tried to jot down the dreams almost immediately in an attempt to remember more about him. But she's given up on that over a year ago when it continued to prove futile.
Finishing the water in the glass, she carried it to the sink, removing the apron from her waist and hanging it on one of the hooks near the door. "... I've got to be going. Uncle Callum plans to be by later, and I can only hope he hasn't heard about this, or Da will have another fit."
With a bitter smile she looked back at Lief, her friend from birth it seemed, and one of the only people who could pull her from these episodes and shrugged, the motion more of a jerk. It made him frown, previous humor fading from his eyes, "Be careful there, then..."
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Notes-Please forgive the format. There was a problem loading the chapter so I've had to redo it. And I'd like to say thank you to those that told me, and thank you for reviews thus far.