Chapter Twenty One: Waking
I felt a cool breeze against my skin, similar to that of a Summer morning in my room. I rolled over, keeping my eyes shut, enjoying the softness of the fabric. I didn't remember getting the bed sheets washed recently...
A hand brushed a lock of hair from my face.
"Carmen?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes, "I had the weirdest dream..."
My voice trailed off.
"Welcome back, Luna Goldon." the Elf smiled. I blinked, rubbing my eyes again. When I opened them, he was still there.
This has to be the longest dream I've ever had.
I turned slowly, taking in my surroundings. I was in a white room with hardly any furniture in it, light streamed in through the open windows. I noticed Frodo lying next to me. As if on cue, he moaned and sat up.
"Master Frodo," Sam yelped, standing. Why didn't I notice him sitting by Frodo's side before?
Merry and Pippin came in, dragging me from the bed into a massive group hug, "Frodo! Luna!"
Then Gimli waddled in, as only Gimli can. Then Aragorn.
"Sam! Luna! Merry, Pippin! Gimli! Legolas! Aragorn!" Frodo grinned and laughed. It was good to see him laughing again, even if he felt the need for a role-call.
Then Gandalf hobbled in. Wasn't he supposed to be there in the first place?
"You're late." I said, smirking at him. A smile crept onto the wizard's face.
"Hey! That's my line!" Legolas laughed and wrapped his arms around me. I decided to enjoy being with him while the dream lasted.
Then Aragorn called for another rib-crushing group hug.
Days, no, weeks past. But they passed as it would pass in a dream, slightly hazy and warm. I stayed with Frodo, writing the book with him.
Then a day came when the story carried on. Sam came in.
He leaned over my shoulder, "There and back again...a Hobbit's tail by Bilbo Baggins, and The Lord of the Rings by Frodo Baggins."
"Thanks for the adventure, guys." I smiled, "It's definitely one to remember."