Everywhere she looked there was death and blood. No longer was she sinking in blood but she still remained frozen. Her voice no longer functioned, in fact nothing was except her eyes and body which kept her standing.

She was burning but couldn't tell why are where the heat was coming from. She was burning in a dark place littered with death and blood and utter silence. She knew the longer she stayed the more she would lose herself in this terrible place. She had not the strength to free herself of this tormenting nightmare.

Tired. Sooo tired. Perhaps sleep would temporarily free her from this place. Just forget everything as she slept. Huh? A stream of light was coming her way. It engulfed her.

The nightmare disappeared. Light. There was light and a blue sky with wisps of clouds. A breeze gently brushed through the grass and flowers that rubbed against her skin. The breeze also brought to her nose the fragrances of the many flowers in the field. She heard the breeze and the plants. She heard a river and birds chirping.

She blinked her eyes in confusion. Where was she? Was she already sleeping? This place felt peaceful and she had no desire to awaken if she asleep. She remained on her back and watched the sky. There was nothing to worry about in this place. Forget everything.

"You would make people sad if you forgot them," said a lady with a soft woodsy voice. It was the same voice Dinenloth could barely hear in the earth and plants. "You would be hurting yourself also if you forgot them. You don't like seeing them hurt."

The lady sat behind Dinenoth, just out of the girl's vision. Dinenloth had no strength to move, and even if she did, she had no desire to move.

"Why do you allow yourself to suffer, my child? Could you not hear your loved ones calling you?"

No. She couldn't hear anything in that dark place.

"You allowed fear to control you and thus chose not to hear anything. Even now they still call for you and still you ignore them."

But here in this beautiful, peaceful place she didn't feel pain nor have to worry.

The lady chuckled. "I am glad you like my garden. I knew you would appear here but the others thought it someplace else. I know my own children. However you cannot stay here forever. You must return or I fear I shall not keep Mandos back from coming to snatch you away to his halls despite Manwe's order to let you be."

Now Dinenloth was confused. Mandos? Manwe? So she was in the Undying Lands? She had died then?

"No, unless you continue down this path you are taking, then yes you will soon die. It is more that I was allowed to summon you to the Undying Lands, but you chose the destination."

"My little flower!"

"Come back to Father and I."

"I'm sorry for failing you, Dinenloth. I failed in my duty to protect you."

"Please return quickly, little princess. Faervel is driving me crazy with his guilt!"

"Míweth, do not take this path. You are worrying all of us, daughter of my heart."

"My Míweth, sleep is no place for you to be. We cannot be with you in that place."

"Hey Míweth. I miss hearing and seeing you laugh and smile. Please wake up soon, okay."

"Míweth, little sister, you can not stay asleep forever. Heheh. I need someone to help keep Elladan from doing anything crazy on his own."

"Little Flower, I understand the pain you must be feeling. Battles, blood, and death are never pleasant to witness, especially when it happens before your very eyes to the ones you hold dear to your heart. I have witnessed many friends slain in battles. I myself have been injured countless times, yet I refuse to be beaten. I fight for those who have passed on, for the safety of those still living. Do not give up but fight. If not for yourself, then for us, Little Flower."

"Little one. Everyone is waiting for you. How much longer will you sleep? The flowers seem to miss you and the trees wonder where you are. If you leave us, we shall all be saddened. Your father and Legolas hardly leave your side and neither do I. Elrond and I have taken care of the external wounds, but we can do nothing for the wound dealt upon your mind and heart. Do not bear it all alone, little one. Let us help you."

All those voices sounded in and around her. It seemed as if they were all speaking at once and she could barely understand them. She sat up to grip her head in pain.

"Stop! Make it stop! It hurts!"

The lady smiled. "Their voices are breaking through the barrier you have created. Amariel, my daughter, do not shut yourself away but allows others to enter and help you. A time shall come when you will need help, more than you ever believed and there will also be people needing your help."

"Who-Who are you?"

"You should know who I am, my child. Have you not heard me in the earth and plants?" Dinenloth opened her eyes from its clenched position. "It is time for you to return to the land of the living."

"N-No . . . I . . ."

"Do not deny it, Amariel. The desire to live still burns brightly within you. Return to your loved ones. We shall meet again, my daughter."

"Why do you call me that?"

A warm, knowing smile graced the lady's face. "Because I see you as my own daughter."

Dinenloth spun to see the lady, but a light blinded her. The lady watched her disappear in the light.

"She has returned." A deep male voice commented as he came to stand beside the lady.

"Yes." She leaned against the man. "Her path will be difficult."

"But she shall continue to grow and become strong enough to withstand any troubles that waylay her. She will be like your plants that continue to come back no matter how many times she is cut down. Her roots shall one day find ground that shall keep her strong and standing."

"Until that time comes, she will be a tender flower that will need careful, steady hands to care for her."

"Do not worry, Yavanna. Manwe has said she will play a part in the shaping of Arda's future that is yet to come."

"I know, Aulë. But you know I can never stop worrying over my creations, and I have gifted her with a portion of my powers. Never have I given such a gift to anyone. I have made her my own and watched over her since birth."

"Come. Mandos is awaiting us to tell him whether there is someone for him to snatch away to his dark halls or not."

Yavanna merrily laughed as she walked away with her husband. Mandos will not be pleased with their news.