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~Translation from Elven to English:

*Erulissë, "Fairest Elven child"


The nightmare came to her again, but this time everything was much more vivid than ever before. Amy tried hard to scream for help as blood around her feet poured from the earth itself, but her voice seemed to refuse to obey her mental command and instead, she remained silent.

"Ada!" She cried to the darkness that surrounded her. A deep sense of fear had already taken ahold of her. Crows with red eyes flew above with the vultures in wide circles, filling the air with harsh cries. Amy waded in the growing blood around her ankles, trying hard to reach the ever present pole that held her dead husband.

It was always the same scenario every time she had this dream. He would be there, dead with hundreds of dead Orcs, man and elf surrounding the mound that he was skewered to. She could smell the sweet sickly smell of death and always that despair would fill her mind.

There was no hope in the end for Middle Earth.

"Ada!" Amy called again.

"Amy, I'm over here!" Erynion's voice called out of nowhere. Amy looked for his face, but everything seemed to blend with the grim, blood and gore.

"Where are you?" She cried as she stumbled forward, tripping amide various bodies, not caring if her battle dress tore among the sharp weapons. She had to get to him. She had to find her father and be reassured with the hope of at least having one person she cared for alive.

Erynion was nowhere to be seen. Amy's already sorrow filled heart began to falter as she continued with grim determination to find him. She called and called loudly, his voice always responding in kind, but in way that it seemed that he was drifting further away from her.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she found him lying against a tall white tree, his immortal face scrunched in pain as he withdrew a long orc dagger from his side. Amy's vision blurred as she saw blood pore forth from his wound before it cleared and she forced herself to walk forward. "Ada, what happened to you?" She cried as Erynion took a hold of his red cloak and tore a long strip to bind himself with.

"I was battling a large orc when I accidentally tripped and took his weapon to his side. But I was able to at least kill him before he got to me." He replied with a grimace of pain.

A mixture of relief and fear took its root in her shattered mind. Amy knelled beside him, tears falling from her luminous eyes. "Ada, Haldir is dead." She told him quietly. Erynion's green eyes flickered with a shadow, but otherwise he kept oddly quite.

"I'm sincerely sorry for your lost, child." He said softly. "At least he's in a better place."

Amy looked up at him in surprise. Those words seemed odd coming from her father. One would think that he'd be breaking down or at least saying along the lines that Haldir was brave in battle. "What do you mean, Ada?" She asked him.

Erynion gingerly picked up the orc blade and inspected it for a long moment. "What I meant is that better that he died than you." He looked up at her, his eyes hard. "Because at least I will be the one to kill you myself."

Before Amy could possibly speak, much less flee as she realized the danger that she was in, Erynion swiftly swirled the dagger in his palm and sliced open her throat. Amy stood motionless with her life's blood pouring from her neck, arms unable to reach up and stem the flow as Erynion slowly stood up to his feet and smiled slightly at the shocked expression in her eyes. "I told you that I would be able to find you at last, my child." He whispered in her ear in a low voice that no longer sounded like her father. "And with your blood, I will finally be able to finish off what I wasn't able to do in the making of Middle Earth."

He reached out a hand and pushed Amy backwards. She fell onto the ground, still struggling to breath as her vision began to blacken around the edges. The red sky above filled her eyes before Erynion, or who pretended to be him, stooped over her. "You and your mother are mine now forever." He said with a triumphed laugh.

Amy awoke screaming at the top of her voice.

Erynion immediately came running into her room, sword in hand as Haldir and Mary slammed into him. "Amy!" Erynion cried as he realized that there was no danger in the room.

His daughter, covered in sweat, broke down crying as she childlike held out her arms for him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Ada!" She wailed. The father grabbed her arms and held her tightly against his body as she trembled violently. "What happened, my child?" He gently asked her. "Was it another bad dream again?"

She nodded several times, burying her face into his silk pajama shirt. Haldir exchanged concern looks with Mary before walking forward to sit on the bed beside her. He placed a gentle hand on her back. "Can you tell us what it was this time?" He asked her softly.

"It was the same dream, but this time someone pretending to my father, killed me." Amy said, her voice breaking at the end before another assault of tears racked her body.

Mary gasped sharply, her hands covering her mouth. Erynion looked sharply at Haldir, his fair face filled with fear. "I would never hurt my daughter." He said in defense of himself. "Whoever she saw in her nightmare, was obviously a pretender who used my image to lure her mind."

"Do you think that perhaps that it could be the enemy, Erynion?" Mary asked in a low voice. "After all, why would she even be having these nightmares to begin with?"

"I don't know, Mary." Erynion replied helplessly as he continued to comfort his crying daughter. "But this is starting to worry me about her mental and emotional state if this continues on."

He tried to gently pull himself away from her to get a cup of cold water but Amy only held onto him tighter, digging her nails into his arms until he thought they would break though. "Amy, let ada, get you some water." He told her softly.

"No, don't leave me!" She screamed. Amy threw her arms around his neck, refusing even Haldir's pleas to calm down and let go. Her crying became more distressed by the passing seconds until her breathing became irregular.

"Haldir, Mary." Erynion looked up. "Go back to bed. I will deal with her tonight."

"Are you sure that is such a good thing, considering that she might actually lash out at you?" Mary asked as she hesitantly turned for the door. Haldir didn't say anything, but the distress in his grey eyes spoke everything that he was thinking.

Erynion waved his free hand at his still crying daughter. "I can't just allow the two of you to always be there for her when I am around. She needs my help and guidance with these nightmares. The sooner I can get to the bottom of this, the sooner Amy will get better."

Haldir kissed Amy's damp hair before standing up. "I hope you know what you are doing, Erynion."

The other elf raised an eyebrow at him. "She is my daughter. What else would a father not know?"

The march warden didn't reply in kind as he followed Mary out into the hallway. He looked back behind him and found Erynion softly speaking elvish to her while she still tightly held on to his arm as it was the only thing that could reassure her mind that it was really him and not the person in her dream. Haldir felt a hand on his arm and looked down to find Mary quietly nodding for them to go and leave the father and daughter to their privacy.

Erulissë, why don't you come with me and sleep in my bed for the rest of the night? At least with me by your side, I can watch over you and keep the darkness away from your dreams. He silently spoke in her mind. Amy nodded, sniffling as he gently helped her to her feet and guided her towards the doorway. They entered his own master bedroom the next room over. Erynion swiftly turned down the bright lights to a low dim and guided her to his king sized bed.

"Which side do you want to sleep on?"

"The right side."

"Ok then."

After pulling back the covers, Erynion patted the bed. "Just lie down and try to close your eyes."

Amy climbed into the bed and allowed her father to pull the covers over her still trembling body. "Ada, why would someone try to impersonate you in my dream?" She asked him suddenly.

Erynion paused midway of tucking her in and looked up at her face. He could feel his hidden fear growing in his heart, but he pushed it back, needing to focus on comforting his daughter. "Shh, I would never, ever hurt you, Erulissë." He assured her with a finger over her lips. "Now just close your eyes and think about happy things."

Amy did as he told her, closing them as he placed a warm hand over her forehead. She felt something akin to invisible energy pour into her body, making it seem as if her body was completely relaxed as the warmth slowly spread throughout her system.

"Just sleep, my little one." He told her in a soothing voice. "I am here and no one will be able to touch your pure mind." He waited for a few minutes for her breathing to slow down before lifting his hand away from her forehead. He grimly put away his sword and climbed next to her on the other side, rolling onto his side so he could face her. He placed a protective arm over her stomach.

Who exactly did she see in her dreams and what did the enemy what from her of all people?

Erynion weaved another protective spell over her mind before allowing his dreams to take a hold of him and drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, outside the the perimeter of the house, a evergreen tree silently stood across the street with hundreds of red eyes peering out from it before they took form of crows who silently flew off into the night in search for their master.

It was only a matter of time before he is able to capture the girl and finally complete what he wasn't able to years ago.