'k. This is only my second story, so please be kind! I would like to thank
all the kind people who are going to review my story (HINT HINT!!!) And to
my bezzie mate for showing me this website. I would also like to thank my
muse, who is being kind and releasing her little plot bunnies into my mind.
(She recently had PMT, boy was that bad!!) I don't own anything from Lord
of The Rings, but I do own Lirima, Edan and Kara, and all the horses in
here. SO NO ONE CAN STEAL THEM!!!!!!!
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I was running through a house, along corridors, and something was chasing me. I didn't know what it was, because I never looked round, but I could
smell it, and hear it's heavy breathing. I turned a corner, and found myself at a dead end. I whirled round, and found myself facing nothing, and I heard mocking laughter. I could see Arwen, her throat cut, lying on the floor, her beautiful eyes staring up vacantly. Then I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, and I saw I had been stabbed. I could feel the pain, and the warm blood dripping down her. I screamed for my dead friend and woke up,
still screaming.
I sat up in bed, clutching at my stomach and sweating, shaking like a leaf. 'It was just a dream!' I kept telling myself over and over, trying to calm down. I jumped and only just bit back another scream as a hand touched my arm, but I turned to see it was Arwen.
"I heard you scream." She explained. "Was it the dream again?" She looked concerned, and patted my arm reassuringly. All I could do was nod, and Arwen held me to her chest and rocked her like a baby. "It's alright Lirima. Nothing will happen." She whispered softly. She lay down next to me, and we cuddled up and fell back asleep.
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Arwen's Point Of View
When I heard the scream, I knew it was Lirima again. She had been having this dream over and over, but she would never tell anyone what it was about, even though she rarely kept secrets. I rushed through, and she was sitting shaking, and she got a fright when I touched her arm gently. I tried my best to calm her down, then decided to stay with her for the rest of the night in case it happened again.
When I woke up in the morning, I was surprised to see the sun was quite high in the sky, for I was normally an early riser. Lirima was still asleep, and the sun's rays picked out the highlights in her reddish hair, making her really prove her namesake (Lirima means lovely) I patted her gently, then went to get dressed and go for some breakfast. I grabbed an apple in passing. I really must talk to father about Lirima's dreams. Perhaps he can give her something to help her sleep more easily.
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I was running through a house, along corridors, and something was chasing me. I didn't know what it was, because I never looked round, but I could
smell it, and hear it's heavy breathing. I turned a corner, and found myself at a dead end. I whirled round, and found myself facing nothing, and I heard mocking laughter. I could see Arwen, her throat cut, lying on the floor, her beautiful eyes staring up vacantly. Then I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, and I saw I had been stabbed. I could feel the pain, and the warm blood dripping down her. I screamed for my dead friend and woke up,
still screaming.
I sat up in bed, clutching at my stomach and sweating, shaking like a leaf. 'It was just a dream!' I kept telling myself over and over, trying to calm down. I jumped and only just bit back another scream as a hand touched my arm, but I turned to see it was Arwen.
"I heard you scream." She explained. "Was it the dream again?" She looked concerned, and patted my arm reassuringly. All I could do was nod, and Arwen held me to her chest and rocked her like a baby. "It's alright Lirima. Nothing will happen." She whispered softly. She lay down next to me, and we cuddled up and fell back asleep.
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Arwen's Point Of View
When I heard the scream, I knew it was Lirima again. She had been having this dream over and over, but she would never tell anyone what it was about, even though she rarely kept secrets. I rushed through, and she was sitting shaking, and she got a fright when I touched her arm gently. I tried my best to calm her down, then decided to stay with her for the rest of the night in case it happened again.
When I woke up in the morning, I was surprised to see the sun was quite high in the sky, for I was normally an early riser. Lirima was still asleep, and the sun's rays picked out the highlights in her reddish hair, making her really prove her namesake (Lirima means lovely) I patted her gently, then went to get dressed and go for some breakfast. I grabbed an apple in passing. I really must talk to father about Lirima's dreams. Perhaps he can give her something to help her sleep more easily.