Isil walked through the darkness, blindedly feeling the space around her. Her fingers touched a cold stoney wall and she let it guide her forward. As she walked, she started to hear muffled shrieking and howling along with the beat of the drums, coming from far away. A dim light could be seen now from where the horrid sounds were coming from. She walked towards it squinting, and trying to identify it. With every step she took, the scene before her became clearer and clearer. Soon she reached the end of the tunnel that lead her to a shallow pit filled with horrifying creatures that crawled at the bottom. Isil covered her face as the hot flames flared, burning her skin. Aside from the monsters, there was a woman there, chained to a wooden table, screaming, trying to free herself from the bounds, as they fussed around her. Suddenly, a tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak, strode towards the table.

Isil couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman from where she was standing. She watched as it grew closer to the crying woman and her heart started to beat faster. She hid behind a big rock observing the scene, feeling cold sweat run down her back. The sound of the drums intensified, causing the creatures to shriek louder in glee as the figure approached. As it came close enough to stand next to the table, a voice bellowed, making it clear that the figure was a male.

"SILENCE!" all the noises asides from the cries of the woman, stopped at once and the creatures watched as the man in the cloak raised his staff in the air. He started to chant in a language that Isil could not understand, but from what she saw it seemed like he was performing some kind of a ritual.

A bright, orange light, erupted from the woman's belly, causing her to scream in agony. Isil started to shake, and covered her ears in an attempt to block out the cries of pain. Still on the floor, she started to back away, no longer wishing to see what was happen down there. She got back on her feet, grabbing a wall for support and started running back, into the darkness, hearing the screams behind her. Slowly, the surroundings started to change around her. She was now standing on volcanic rock, under a mist covered sky. Looking around, Isil saw a tall, black tower before her. At the top there was an orange flame that illuminated the sky.

"Isil..." she heard a whisper. She turned around to see who could be calling her name, but no one was there.

"Isil...."

"Who are you?" she questioned.

"Isil..."

"You are freaking me out!" she said hugging her arms and looking around frantically.

Suddenly, the flame in the distance started to move towards her. She stared at it, unable to move, as it grew closer and closer, the voice still calling her name. As it moved towards her, she realized that it was not just a flame, it was an eye.

"Holy shit.." she whispered.

"ISIL..." the flaming eye was now so close to her she thought she was going to fall in and burn. Her heart was racing and her whole body started to shake.

"ISIL..."

"NO!" she screamed as the eye was now so close she felt like her skin was melting and her body was burning up from the inside.

Isil fell out of her bed onto the cold, wooden floor, shaking, cold sweat covering her body. Her eyes were still shut as she chanted "no, no, no, no, no...". She curled up in a ball, bringing covers up to her chin and slowly opened one of her eyes. The room was quiet and she was the only one in it.

Pulling herself off the floor and holding the blanket tightly around her, she walked around trying to calm her nerves. Her heart was still racing and her skin felt hot, as if she actually stood in front of the burning flames.

"It was only a dream.." she reassured herself, "only a dream."

The clock on the wall told her it was 2:34 am. She was still tipsy from the drinking and she sat down on her bed, her head in her hands, rubbing her eyes. There was no way she would be falling asleep in this room tonight. Where were others? Getting up, still wrapped in her covers, she opened the door, as quietly as possible and looked at the number.

'53, they should be near by', she thought. Thinking hard she tried to remembered the exact number of one of the rooms. She wouldn't want to barge into some stranger's bedroom. That could end badly...

"Wait a second.." she muttered to herself. There was one number that stuck with her. One of them were staying in the room '69'. That's why she remembered! She laughed at it when they got the keys and nobody understood what was so funny about it.

Holding the blanked tight to her chest, she walked out of her room and started walking down the dim lighted hallway. It was empty and the boards were squeaking under her feet as she walked, and made it seem like she was in a horror movie. She heard faint sound of footsteps behind her that made her jump. She glanced back and saw a slim, figure approaching her. Getting murdered wasn't on her to-do list tonight, so she started to walk faster feeling goosebumps spread down her arms. The figure behind her was walking faster as well, freaking her out even more.

"please, please, please" she begged reading the number on the doors she was passing by. '63...64...65'.

The steps were growing closer and closer. Panic was rising in her chest, making it hard to breath properly. She was never this scared in her entire life. Where the hell was her taser when she needed it?

'66...67...' the figure was now so close she could hear him breathe. Hell, she could smell it. Alcohol. Of course.

Ditching her speed walking she ran. '68...69!' Thank GOD. She battered on the door with all her might, glancing back at the man behind her in time to see him stretch his hand towards her. Right when he was about to touch her shoulder the door flew open.

"What is the meaning of.." demanded the pissed of elf who stood in the doorway.

"LEMME IN, LEMME IN" she shrieked pushing past him.

She turned around to see the man who's been following her squint at the light in displeasure and back away into the darkness. Thranduil looked at Isil, wrapped in her blanket, holding on to it like a shield and back at the figure that was still lingering in the shadows. Glowering at him, the elf touched the handle of his sword as a warning sign. The man grimaced revealing his ugly, yellow teeth and backed away farther into the hallway, disappearing completely.

"Sorry.." she mumbled when the door was shut.

He scanned her for a moment before speaking. "Why are you not sleeping?"

"Why are you not sleeping?" she asking him the same question defensively.

"I asked you first." he inquired, thrown off by her cheeky behavior.

"...nightmares.." she finally mumbled, looking away. She walked farther into the room, plopping into an armchair. The elf frowned at her answer and sat in front of her on the bed.

"About what?" he asked warily, already guessing what they were about.

She shifted in her seat and looked out of the window, chewing on her lower lip. She didn't feel like talking about it, but she did just barged in here like she owns the place, so she might as well explain herself.

"I was inside a dark cave or something...There was fire.. and noise. These creatures from before were there.. Orcs? Anyways, there was also a woman chained to a table and somebody was speaking in a foreign language.. I don't know what it was. I thought it was some kind of a ritual being performed. Then I was suddenly outside and I saw..." she stammered remembering the flaming eyeball staring at her and saying her name.

"What did you see?" he questioned searching her face.

"I'm not sure. It was a flame, but I think it was.. alive." she whispered staring into the space, eyes widening. "It said my name." She looked up at the elf but couldn't read his expression.

"He is invading your dreams. Trying to mess with your head. You need to learn to block him out." he finally said.

"How am I suppose to do that?" she knew about lucid dreaming and even tried it once, but she could never manage to control what she was dreaming about.

"You will learn overtime. Try to get some rest."

"Yea right, easy for you to say." she said yawning and curled up under her blanket.

"What?" she questioned seeing him frown down at her, "I'm not going back to my room! That creep is still out there. Plus you got me into this mess, now you have to pay the price." she said laying her head on the arm rest and closing her eyes. The elf stood there for a minute, then sighed in defeat, laying back on the bed. Soon, she dozed off, without nightmares invading her sleep again.