I was not able to come up with an idea for both, so I just did dreams
# 33 Dreams and Fantasies
Glorfindel could feel the heat of the flames lick at his body like a torch. As he fought with the Balrog, he desperately tried to get away.
Down they fell, down into the black abyss.
Why was he fighting this fire demon again? He already fought him thousands of years ago. It was dead!
On and on he fell.
Trying to push away from him, Glorfindel tried to grab onto something, anything to hang on to, but it was to no avail. Every time he thought he was close to getting away, the Balrog would grab onto him, pulling him down further into nothing. He could hear the Balrog laughing in victory. "You are mine. You cannot get away from me!"
Glorfindel tried to scream, tried to close his eyes but found he was unable to make any sound. Seeing the ground getting closer, he sought to stop himself from hitting it; knowing the pain about to hit him. He was aware that death was about to happen to him again. Just as he was about to hit the ground, he woke with a start letting out a terrifying scream.
Looking around him, Glorfindel attempted to find his bearings. Sweat dripped off him soaking his nightgown and sheets. He realized he was back in Rivendell, in his bed. Gasping for air, he unclenched his hands and untangled himself from his sheets, ran outside onto his terrace taking deep breaths to calm himself. "It was only a dream," Glorfindel told himself over and over. "Just a dream."