I sink into deeper sleep as the sun started to rise. The coffin slowly closes while I lay there like King Tut. A picture starts to form on the back of my eye lids.

"Close the gate!" screams Elrond.

"I'm trying, but the wheels are stuck." Idrial said.

"Boromir, get that gate closed. Idrial I need you up here."

"Yes, sir." Idrial rushes up to Elrond, and grabs a bow out of her quiver. She aims then fries, knocking down a, now dead, orc.

"They're pouring in. Get the family inside!" yells __________.

"Father, mum is in the garden." Idrial informs.

"I'll send someone to get her, Arwen." Elrond is turning around when he feels a tug on his shoulder.

"NO! I'll get her. By the way it's Idrial!"

Idrial ran down a stair case and opened it to a tunnel where a river flows. Idrial jumped into the river, and swam as fast as she could to the garden. Her mother was kneeling in her long white gown pulling weeds. "Mum, mum!!!"

"What is it my dear Idrial?"

"Mum! The orcs! They're . . . They're . . ."

"They're what honey?"

"Taking over! We have to get inside!"

Idrial's mother quickly stood up. She picked up Idrial and ran for the secret door. "Aldana take Idrial to a safe place. NOW!" Alanda pulled Idrial inside. From the window she watched in terror as six orcs shot her mother in the back.

I woke up screaming, and sweat was rolling down my face. My coffin was completely swung open. "Little Strider, are you all right?"

"I'm fine Faramir. Just need some fresh air."

"I came over here to wake you. It always seems you wake up from a nightmare before you shift."

"Odd, isn't it. Well I better go on watch."

* * *

Snap!

"Hello? Anyone there?" I asked. I was still on my watch shift sitting on a really REALLY pointy rock.

Crack!

"Hello?"

Stomp!

"Strider? Wow, seriously? Strider this is getting old. You do this every time you start your shi – "

"Excuse me sir. Have you seen this girl?" asked an elven servant.

"No sir I haven't." It was a picture of Idrial when she was 4. The last time she was seen was by her mother's grave on her 5th birthday, a year after her mother died. After that she was gone.

"Thank you for your time. Have a nice day sir."

"You too." Madame. I can't believe there still looking for her. It's been about _______ years.