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It was still dark and the huge trees of Lothlorién were swinging softly with the cool breeze, as she woke with a jerk in the middle of the night. Her breath was heavy and her heart was pumping so hard in her chest that she feared it would jump out at any second. Cool sweat was dripping from her forehead, as she glanced to the other Elf lying beside her, still in deep slumber. She brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, before she slowly rose from the bed and made her way outside onto the balcony, which was attached to their tree house. The cool night air was calming her slowly, yet the images of her dream still kept playing in front of her eyes. She supported herself on the balcony fence to catch her breath. Never had she experienced something like that before. It was as if she had really been there, though unable to move. She gazed across the land of Caras Galadhon. No sound was heard, the animals of the forest still slumbering somewhere in their nests and the other inhabitants of the city tucked away securely in their beds. The beauty of the city didn't give away the terrors she had witnessed in her sleep. The blood, the fallen men, … Middle-earth was still at peace, but deep within her, she could feel that this peace wouldn't last for long. The She-Elf shuddered, as the sound of her name made her turn around. "Amdirel, why are you up?", his usual strong and deep voice sounded tired now. "Come back to bed, nîn meleth."
As soon as she looked upon his handsome face the tears sprung to her eyes again. The same tears she had shed in her dream. For him. She could feel his motionless body leaning against hers yet again. Emptiness consumed her and she chocked on the wave of tears that were trying to drown her. The blond elf was by her side immediately, wrapping his strong arms around her and she instantly clung onto him. He whispered soothing words in Elvish to her, as he guessed that her sleep had been troubled by a nightmare. The words slowly took effect and he felt her relax against him. "Haldir", she whispered as he started to softly stroke her blonde hair.
"What troubles you, nîn meleth?"
Amdirel pushed herself off him, to be able to look into his piercing blue eyes. Eyes that were full of life, despite the ones she had looked upon in her dream. "I had a horrible dream", she answered in a low voice. "I saw a battlefield, I saw blood and dead men… men of our kin."
"It was just a dream", Haldir tried to reassure her, but she shook her head. "No, it felt real, as real as me standing here at the very moment. That wasn't just a dream Haldir." He did not frown at what she had said. Both of them knew that a great war would come sooner or later. But somehow he felt as if she hadn't yet told him everything about her vision. "What else did you see?"
Amdirel swallowed hard. She wasn't sure if she should tell him everything.
"Amdirel?" Haldir emphasised and a slight concern was swinging with his voice. She closed her eyes, as her own piercing scream echoed through her mind. "I saw…", she paused, as tears sprung to her green eyes. "I saw you. You fell in the battlefield and there was… there was nothing I could do. I couldn't prevent it. You died in my arms…" She covered her mouth with a hand, as she swallowed her tears. He pulled her in his arms once more. "There was nothing I could do…", she whispered again. Haldir pressed a kiss on top of her head. His mind was working on the information she had just shared with him. "If… if Middle-earth goes to war… if Galadriel sends you off… please… please promise me you will come back to me…", she whispered then. Haldir put his index finger under her chin and lifted her head softly, to be able to look into her soft green eyes. "Gweston", he said, and then sealed his lips with hers in a tender kiss.