Hello everyone! Thanks for clicking on this story. I know the first chapter is a bit short, but I'll try to update every two weeks minimum so you wont be left with so little.

A cool breeze ruffled through the warm beachside air sweeping up sparkling specks of sand that glimmered coolly in the light of a bright new moon. A moon so bright that many stars could not be seen near it and the beach was clearly visible to any eye.

After a quick look around, a young girl, no more than 25, quickly stripped off her outer layer of clothing and waded into the gently lapping water. It was cool, but felt nice brushing up against her skin in contrast with the warm ocean air. With a sigh of relaxation she loosed all the tension in her body and sank into the water until it reached to her shoulders. I never get to relax like this she thought to herself gazing at the moon lazily.

"Manen pole- a fir selde hir her pata minna mime ól-" came a stern yet melodious voice from the shore. With a shocked gasp of alarm the girl turned around and gawked at the figure on the beach. With deep feelings of embarrassment and confusion she quickly plunged herself into the water until it came up to her chin. How could I not have heard someone walking? wondered the girl as her mouth opened in shock at his beauty.

Towering and commanding he stood on the beach, but with a relaxed air of curiosity hanging about his features. She took in the high cheekbones that spoke of nobility and clear silver eyes shining deep from within like stars had been trapped in their very depths. She felt almost trapped in his gaze and did not understand the depths swirling within them.

Another cool breeze drifted through the beach and picking up strands of hair off the stranger on the beach. Her eyes alighted on them as they shined red reflecting the beams of the moon. Is that even a natural hair color? It's so deep and beautiful, but what dye could achieve it? She kept staring until a laugh shook her out of her wildly moving thoughts. She felt fortunate to have been able to dream something so beautiful, yet confused as to why she could not understand words spoken in her own dream. He laughed again seeing her face and held out a hand. She stayed where she was terrified to show her body to this stranger. Especially one as beautiful as he. Even if it was all just a dream.

She felt sadness sweep through as he frowned and did not understand why she felt this way. He spoke in his melodious voice again and she tilted her head in a sign of confusion. It sounded different then the first time he had spoken. It was less like a song, but no less pretty to her ears.

"I don't understand you" she whispered and let the wind carry her voice across the water.

"Not even in a dream can an Adaneth speak my language" the voice returned with a gentle sigh.

"What's an Adaneth" she asked in confusion that quickly turned into startlement as she felt herself shake in the water. Whats happeneing to…

Her thoughts trailed off as she blinked open her eyes to see her little sister shaking her and smiling.

"Sissy, sissy! Mom told me to come get you! We are having chocolate chips pancakes for your birthday!" the little girl squealed with utter excitement and delight racing out of the room now that her sister was fully awake. She sat up on her elbows surveying her room and the mess that lay out over it. What an intense dream and so realistic she thought to herself before throwing back the covers and getting up to start the day.

Let me know what y'all think and if y'all are interested in reading more. Its a plot bunny that came into my head and I could not let it go.

"Manen pole- a fir selde hir her pata minna mime ól- is quenya for "how can a mortal girl find her way into my dream"

Just want to mention that I am no quenya expert and that /quenya helped me.