Theft of Dreams

Pale sunlight filtered through the thin curtains as it gently hit my eyes, waking me from my sleep. I turned my head to look at Arwen, who lay by my side, soundly asleep, a small smile across her lips as her arms still held me close. I smiled, she was so beautiful, certainly the most wonderful elf to ever grace the lands of Middle Earth, I was sure of it. I was so lucky that she had decided to be with me, rather than find some elf Prince to go to the Grey Havens with, and I wouldn't leave her...not after last night. Last night had seemed endless, in a good way, and I was terribly saddened to see it was already morning. Suddenly, a red flag went up in my head after that thought-morning...what was bad about that? Then, it hit me like a thousand stabbing swords. I had hoped to get her back to her room by now! Lord Elrond would be heading to her chambers at this moment to awaken her! I was in the most trouble I could have gotten myself into. No wriggling out of this one old boy, you're dead, I thought. But, maybe, I still had a chance, he could be late, or have stopped to talk to some one on the way...but those thoughts brought me little comfort. He was NEVER late, and NEVER hindered on his daily awakenings of his daughter. I sat up, displacing her arms as I grabbed my shirt and threw it on, over my head.

"Oh, blast it Eru! I'm going to be banished! I just know I am! Unless...I could tell him she awoke early and came to get me up, that's why she's in here..."

My own shadow, which seemed to tilt its head and mock me as I moved, looked as though it was saying-'Yes, good thought, then if he comes in here now and sees you JUST getting dressed, and her lying in the bed...well, I don't think he'll fall for that one pal.'

"Blast! I'm dead, I know it, I'm deader than a Barrow Wright..."

Arwen stirred, placing a hand on my back, turning me to look at her. She was smiling, her eyes sparkling in the new day's light as she moved closer.

"Good Morning..." She said.

I grinned back, leaning over and kissing her until she pulled back, sensing something was wrong.

"What's going on? Are you all right?"

"No...we've over slept. Your father will be coming to wake you, and you won't be in your room! I'm afraid this won't turn out good for us."

"Oh Eru! We did over sleep! We must hurry!"

The two of us dressed hurriedly, I threw my long tailed, leather coat on over my vest and deep red shirt, securing the Evenstar pendant on around my neck. My sword was lying near the door, propped against the wall, I ran over and grabbed it, securing it on my belt, although I knew I had no need for it, I still carried it. Fully dressed, I waited for her, who emerged from the small library in my room in a deep blue dress, complete with silver headdress. I straightened the place up a bit, and remade the bed, to cover up for last night. She looked at me; pleased it seemed that we had possibly beaten her father for once. When we were sure that our efforts would be in success, I opened the door, bowing to her and smiling in our victory over Elrond. She laughed, grinning as she went through the door, her dress noiselessly sweeping the corridor in front of my door, but she stopped laughing once she left. Then, pulling the door shut behind me, I realized why her laughter had been cut short.

Elrond. He was standing inches in front of me, his cold eyes glaring harshly at me, features taught in disgust. A blonde elf stood behind him, grinning maliciously at me, his white and green robes shimmering in the new light. Why was he laughing?! Then I figured it out...Glorfindel! He had seen us last night! He had ratted us out to her father! If I ever got out of this one, I made a silent promise that getting revenge on him would be my first duty. Arwen slid over to me, wrapping an arm around mine, which was slightly shaking for fear of what Elrond would do to us. She looked scared, her normally joyful eyes fixed apon her father, who didn't look at her, but stared, unwavering at me. I knew then and there, I had it coming to me.