Translations will be in [ ] next to the text:
Bold is Khuzdul
italic is Thoughts
underlined text is Sindarin elvish
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…Chapter 8…
Unpleasant Dreams
Her dreams that night were far from pleasant. The tales told that night were not just tales but memories for all.
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Afraid.
And running.
Just running, it felt never-ending.
Catching her small foot on something that had fallen over on the carved floors of her home, she picked herself up and tried to keep going. That's all she could do….she had to run….get away…..that's what adad [farther] had told her to do. He had said that they had done something that they shouldn't have. They went too deep. They were told not to … but they did anyway. They woke something up.
She had to do what her adad had told her to do. Before he- No don't think about it.
He told her to run and stay alive. His face she wanted to forget; it made her terrified. Her adad was scared of nothing. Nothing but this.
She kept running through dark corridors and twisting passages. The noise reverberating on the stone like twisted war drums. It's hard to be brave in the dark, alone and afraid. But she had to try. For adad, and everyone, she had to get out and survive.
But she was lost.
And it was hard… so hard… she had been running for too long. She couldn't remember the last time she saw the sky. She could hear the destruction. It echoed as she ran, the creature that her adad had woken. She could hear the screams reverberating announcing death.
Dashing through the dark corridors, how they were lit she didn't know- all the fire lanterns had been blown out- but there was enough light to see. She kept going till she sprinted into a large cavern with a thin bridge. She recognised where she was. She was near the East-Gate! She could get out!
She made a break for the gap across the cavern that led to the homes of others. She could see the gate, the doors had been torn off, but she was so close. She tried not to focus on the bodies around her…if she looked she would scream- and she had to get out. She could feel it getting hot- but she thought that was because she was running.
It was not.
When the heat became unbearable upon her back, she looked over her shoulder and saw a most terrifying beast. Surrounded by fire and with horns that were larger than she closing in on her face, she screamed.
A large clawed hand stretched out and grabbed her. Lifting her to the face that would haunt her dreams for the rest of her life. The dreadful creature looked at her with fire in his eyes and a sadistic grin. She tried to escape its leathery hand, but it wouldn't work. The beast turned, as if it was about to walk out the gate, but changed its mind and started to march back into the darkness. It stopped, however, when it felt the heat wholly different to its own, coming from her.
"What's happening? Not now! No- No-!" she thought in distress.
She could feel her limbs grow heavy, her eyes filling with light, and a heat the likes of which she had never known emanate from her heart. It was light. A pure white light. It spread through her limbs and over her skin- it felt… almost calming… as if it was to protect, not hurt her. She saw her skin begin to glow, hardening and thinking.
The beast that still had her in its clawed hand, it must have felt the light on her skin, because as she looked up into its black horrid face, she felt herself moving backwards, then all of a sudden, she shot forward, flying in the air backwards. The beast had thrown her. She saw over her shoulder that she was headed to the wall opposite the main gate, tall and imposing… and solid stone.
She was going to die. That she was sure of. She had known the moment she saw the beast.
But before she made contact with the solid rock, she felt herself slow down, somehow, when she hit the hard stone, she did not die. She hung there, high above the floor, as she felt her skin start to harden. She saw that she was starting to be covered in something clear. It started at her small feet encasing them by a good few feet.
It happened so quickly, travelling up her body, that when the beast came eye level with her and roared so ferociously with fire and death- that, she was not harmed.
The last thing she saw was the beast delving into the blackness of her home and sleep encroaching on her mind.
And with a final feeling of powerlessness, she fell asleep…
…
Startling awake she opened her eyes and saw piercing blue eyes meet hers above her.
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