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Rain. Rain was the first thing Calaereth felt, as it poured down upon her and the odd fortress she was in. The skies above rumbled once more as the battle raged on before her. Calaereth was surrounded by Elves and men amidst the chaos. Arrows flew in the air, the sounds of swords clashing filled the air with the eerie noise. There were orcs everywhere, there were so many. Too many. There was something different about these orcs Calaereth noticed in her dream. They were bigger, stronger, and well armed. She and the others were outnumbered by these beasts, they were slowly losing the battle.

Calaereth was covered in the blood of her enemies and she had run out of arrows a long time ago, now she had to rely on her sword. She was becoming exhausted and quickly, the rain was doing nothing to help either. It was cold, freezing rain, and it limited her sight. Calaereth could only feel despair in her situation. It was hopeless, they would all die.

"Retreat! Retreat to the Keep!" Haldir's voice ordered through the chaos. Calaereth turned to see him looking at her, yelling at her. Haldir looked like a handsome warrior in battle. Haldir was dressed in silver armour and a red cape decorated his soldiers. His long silver blonde hair was soaked by the rain, but his silver eyes were blazing with a fight in them that Calaereth had never witnessed before. Then her eyes shifted away from Haldir when she saw sudden movement behind him. With horror, she noticed a large orc behind him, the orc's weapon raised in attack. Instantly, Calaereth knew the orc was a large threat. She wondered why Haldir had not noticed the orc that had crept behind him, Haldir was supposed to have a good sense of awareness. Then her eyes shifted to Haldir's arm, he was wounded, and he was bleeding. The way he held his arm, Calaereth assumed it was broken. That would explain Haldir's brief distraction. Then she looked back at the orc.

"Haldir! No!" Calaereth screamed, running towards him and everything seemed to slow down. Slowly, the orc began to bring his weapon down upon Haldir. Calaereth felt as if her body was betraying her, she was not running fast enough. Her body refused to go any faster, her muscles were weak and tired, she felt as if they would collapse at any moment. Calaereth was slow, too slow. She wouldn't make it to Haldir in time. Calaereth realized this with horror.

It happened agonizingly slow, the axe struck Haldir on the back of the head. Haldir still looked at Calaereth, his eyes widening slightly at pain he felt. His lips parted in a silent gasp. Still he kept eye contact with her as Calaereth rushed forward catching him in time. She sobbed, as he stared at her, he was fading fast. Haldir's uninjured arm came up to touch her cheek, holding her face. Haldir's eyes memorized her face one last time, before he smiled at her. "Le melin." Haldir whispered, and his eyes glazed over in a perfect image of death.

"No!" Calaereth screamed out into the dark, cold, and cruel night.

"Calaereth!" Haldir's voice awakened Calaereth immediately from her horrid nightmare. Calaereth's eyes snapped open as she sat up immediately her eyes wide, her breathing heavy, she was covered in a layer of sweat. She felt tears on her cheeks and knew she had cried in her sleep. Calaereth immediately looked over at Haldir who sat on the bedside, his hand on her shoulder, his silver eyes full of concern. Not the glassy look of death she had previously dreamt of. A feeling of relief quickly flooded Calaereth. Without thinking twice, Calaereth lunged forward and hugged him. Her arms were wrapped around his neck.

Haldir was surprised by the gesture, he instantly wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her shaking frame to him. Haldir had happened to be reading when she screamed out his name. When he realized she was having a nightmare, he had quickly leapt into action. Waking her up as quickly as possible. Even though Haldir never had these bad dreams, he knew that humans often had them. Galadriel also had horrible visions as well. Haldir knew it had to be very disturbing though, he had never seen Calaereth look so distraught. Though, Haldir had not known Calaereth very long, he could infer that she was one to keep calm and take charge of things. She was after all, a natural fighter.

Haldir closed his eyes, relieved that she was safe. Haldir began to pull away, when he felt Calaereth loosen her arms around him. He looked her in the eyes, to see a calm dark shade of brown in her eyes.

"Are you alright?" Haldir asked.

"I am now, thank you." Calaereth gave a small smile. Something told him otherwise, perhaps it was the fact that the smile did not reach her eyes. But Haldir decided not to push her for the information. She would tell him when she was ready.

"Well, if it worries you, you can talk to Lady Galadriel about it. She is very talented at interpreting dreams." Haldir gave a little advice, before standing up from her bed. Haldir glanced at the window, it was still very dark, but early morning. Haldir doubted she would fall back asleep anytime soon. Haldir headed for the stairs, "Get changed, then we'll go for a walk, and train while we're out. That should keep your mind off things for a while." Haldir grinned and left, leaving Calaereth pouting slightly at the thought of training so early in the morning.

A few hours later...

Just as Haldir had said, they began training again at the first light of dawn. Calaereth was learning more about the sword today and already she was exchanging blows with Haldir. Though it was obvious Haldir was not fully into the fight, allowing her time to recover and not hitting her sword to hard. Haldir did though, make sure to point out every flaw in her fighting.

"Do you want me to run you through? Lower your sword Calaereth, the space is too wide. I could easily hit your stomach now." Haldir scolded her.

Calaereth grumbled under her breath and lowered her sword slightly to protect her midsection. Haldir was upon her in a moment, and Calaereth found he was making his strikes much harder and quicker now. Calaereth managed to repel the first few hits until she met his eyes. A big mistake on her part, when she looked into his blazing silver eyes, her dream suddenly came back. The image of his eyes frozen in death and a dull gray overwhelmed her senses and her ability to fight. Before she knew it, Haldir had locked his leg with hers and sent her falling backwards onto the green grass of Lothlórien. Calaereth let out a small surprised, "Oof!" When she hit the ground. Calaereth blinked, the dream disappearing from her mind instantly. Instead, she found herself looking into angry silver eyes.

"What was so important that you lost focus on your enemy?" Haldir asked.

Calaereth blinked at his voice but said nothing, which seemed to worry Haldir.

"Hey, are you okay?" Haldir asked, an eyebrow raised.

Calaereth instantly felt a pulling, Galadriel was summoning her. Calaereth knew this without a doubt. "Lady Galadriel, I need to see her, now." Calaereth quickly got up, handing her sword to Haldir, she ran off in the direction that she was being pulled. Haldir watched absolutely dumbfounded, how did she already know where Lady Galadriel was? Haldir quickly followed her after picking up their equipment. "That woman." Haldir muttered, "Running off on a moment's notice."

After climbing many steps and crossing many bridges, Calaereth came to what she knew had to Galadriel's talan. She walked faster towards it now, she needed to ask Galadriel about her dreams. The dream that morning had disturbed Calaereth deeply. Galadriel had said that Calaereth would be able to save Haldir in the coming battle. So why did her dream tell her otherwise? Mermaid dreams were often predictions of the future, which was frightening to Calaereth. Calaereth did not dream often, but when she did the dreams often did come true. The dreams were helpful especially before battles, but they could also prove to be disturbing. Calaereth was worried, she wondered if the dream could change. Perhaps Galadriel could provide her the details she needed.

Calaereth came to the entrance where a warden at the entrance nodded for her to enter. Calaereth gave a small bow of thanks to him, before hurrying forward into the talan. She walked around into the talan that curved forward, a large gap was in the middle of the talan floor. Calaereth came to the bottom of a stair case when she noticed the two figures that seemed to glow. Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn. Calaereth quickly bowed her head in respect for the two. Awaiting to be acknowledged.

"Calaereth, daughter of Gaeralagos, have you come to discuss your vision?" Galadriel asked, her sapphire eyes full of wisdom.

Lord Celeborn stood beside his wife and glanced at her for a moment before looking back at the former mermaid. Lord Celeborn studied the daughter of Gaeralagos, Celeborn noted that Calaereth resembled more of her mother than her father. Calaereth had the same beauty her mother had, the beauty that Celeborn witnessed when Calaereth's mother visited Lórien. It was the exact same shade of golden blonde. Calaereth did have the same brown eyes from her father, her eyes also shared the same flame of determination in them that Gaeralagos possessed. It was odd though, to see a daughter of two merpeople in an elven form. Celeborn nearly sighed, if Calaereth's personality in battle was anything like her father's Haldir could expect some trouble. Gaeralagos was a true monster in battle, Celeborn had saw this when he had joined Gaeralagos in the search for the orcs that had murdered Gaeralagos' wife. Celeborn slightly winced at the memory but quickly focused on Calaereth again. Galadriel had told Celeborn of the dream Calaereth had last night. If the vision was true, Haldir could be in some serious danger. Galadriel had assured Celeborn though, that the dream would change.

"I have." Calaereth's musical voice spoke with slight confidence. Calaereth had long ago risen from her bowed position. She looked Galadriel in the eyes. "I want to know if my vision was true."

Galadriel smiled at Calaereth as if she were some little elfling asking a silly question. "Not if you want it to. That was a vision of what could possibly happen if you fail to listen to Haldir. Simply a warning. Speaking of Haldir, where is he?" Galadriel asked with a smile on her face.

"Oh, Haldir." Calaereth paused, an embarrassed blush staining her cheeks. She had expected a long explanation from Galadriel about her dreams. Instead she only received a few sentences. She had abandoned Haldir rather abruptly and rudely, now that she thought about it. "Uh...I do not know. Sorry." Calaereth said rather sheepishly.

"There you are!" A familiar voice exclaimed. Calaereth turned to see Haldir, who stood at the entrance. "Can we go back to training now?" Haldir asked impatiently.

"Yes! Of course!" Calaereth replied with renewed inspiration. "Thank you for your time." Calaereth thanked both Galadriel and Celeborn, giving a small bow before hurrying after Haldir.

Celeborn chuckled after the two left, "I have a feeling these two will be entwined together for a long time." Celeborn commented.

"Most likely." Galadriel smiled at her husband.

Le melin- I love you

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