Sorry to everyone. It doesn't show italics which is what I put her dreams in. So from now on I'll put them in stars. Fro example, dream*. Sorry to everyone. It doesn't show italics, which is what I put her dreams in. So from now on I'll put them in stars. For example, *dream*.
"Wake up" The elf paused realizing he didn't know her name.

"Hanalei," she replied automatically. She sat up suddenly, remembering what had happened to her.

"You were having a bad dream. Terrible I might imagine because you kept whispering the other name of Morgoth." Haldir looked concerned.

"Melkor is looking for me," Hanalei muttered to herself over and over.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." Hanalei remembered the words of her father and looked at Haldir and said, "I must find Galadriel. I must give her this." Hanalei pulled out the piece of paper. It was covered in blood and dirt. She stood up and immediately fell down gripping her leg. It burned but she didn't want to burden this elf by making him carry her.again. She stood up again and ignoring the pains shooting up her leg, she began to walk forward, wincing and limping. Haldir looked at her, and sighed saying "The young do not know when their strength is up." He walked over to her, covering the distance she had traveled in minutes swiftly. He picked her up. Hanalei protested weakly. Walking had used up most of her strength.

"The young do not know what is good for them. They are always protesting." Haldir murmured.

"I'm not young. And I know what is good for me. Let me go! I can walk." Hanalei knew it was a lie but she didn't care. She hated being so helpless.

Haldir merely raised his eyebrows and gripped her closer so she wouldn't get cold. Hanalei protested the move by pushing away for a few moments, but then settled into the warmth of his arms. It was cold and she needed to think. Her father had given her no instructions on what to do with the note but she figured it was for Galadriel.

"I found her in the forest. Something or somethings, I'm not sure what, were coming after her. She said she needed to see you, my lady. She said her father, Rennin, sent her."

"Thank goodness you brought her here immediately. The note that she carried was of much importance. Its contents shall be revealed to her at the proper time. You said that she only fiddled with it and never read it?" A deep voice with power radiating from it spoke.

"Yes, my lord"

A woman's voice, deep yet soothing, powerful and wise, spoke next. "Her wound must be tended to at once. It would not be good to have her die of infection after she had just been saved."

Hanalei was picked up again and she fell back asleep. Her last conscious thought before she slipped into sleep was about the fate of her village and especially the fate of her father.

*Hanalei was back in her village. But it was different. The houses were all burned and there were no children or elves running around, doing their daily chores. She looked around and called out "Father? Mother? Where are you?" Her voice echoed in the trees and no one responded. Hanalei walked over to the fields and was met with a shock. Her father the head of her village was dead. His head was set on top of a spike, a warning to all who messed with Melkor. She gasped and ran looking for any others she knew. There was her mother's body riddled with many arrows. There was Arina, her best friend, lying on the ground and Theo and Grandma were lying near her. The whole village was dead. Hanalei sat down and bawled like a baby. *