Chapter 12

Willows POV

Bold = Elvish

Warning this chapter contains stuff about Willow's war in her dream.

The next few days were spent in combat training with the Hobbits learning how to use a sword and getting fit for the quest. I was training with Legolas he was teaching me how to use the bow and sometimes a sword. In the after-noon I would take the men and teach them some of the basic moves which I used when learning. I even got the Hobbits to do flips in the air. We still had 15 days to get it right.

'You are finally getting somewhere with the bow Willow,' Aragorn announced after a long session with Legolas. It may look easy but that bow is not as light as it looks. I felt my arm wanting to come off. Aragorn went on to say, 'come, it is time for your sword practice, you may spar with Faramir today. '

I sighed wishing I could skip today's practice, I threw some water on my head and followed Aragorn wondering how I became so unfit. Aragorn leaned against a tree and pulled his pipe out and lit it.

I picked up the sword and faced Faramir the man who I had seen back in the forest. For a few moments all that could be herd was metal clashing as I kept my eye on the sword while trying to work on my footwork.

Dodging a practically hard blow I tripped over my feet landed on the grass with a sword at my heart. I grabbed my sword and pushed Faramir's sword away, while jumping up to my feet and back flipping away from Faramir to give myself time and composure. Although I had used a sword before I still had a lot to learn. We fought for a few more moments, until Faramir had me pinned down.

'I think that is enough for today. You have done well, go wash up and have a rest,' Aragorn said.

I nodded my head as Faramir gave me a hand up. I walked back to my room where I washed of the day's hard work. Smelling of sweet roses I fell upon the bed and closed my eyes.

Dream:

I walked down the path which had at some point been alive with grass and flowers, but was now dirt and rocks. I would watch as the dark ones took a group of people whom I once called friends and family into a big truck and drive off somewhere.

I was told they were being dragged off to a place where they would soon be with god. I cried for those people. I knew it would not take them long to take me either. I had to get out of this place. It was night, we were all trying to sleep, but then a loud noise came from outside the massive shed they had thrown us in. Bright lights blinded us, the dark ones had gun's in their hands.

An older woman grabbed me and held me under her body and whispered, 'I will try and save you from seeing this.'

Did she know what was going to happen? She held me under her body and sang softly in my ear.

'Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.'

I felt her hand shake and heard a loud bang, more loud bangs and laughter which I guessed was coming from the dark ones. People begging for help and screams of agony came from all sides of the shed. The woman's sweet voice still singing in my ear,

'Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.'

The woman who saved me was no longer singing but her voice was still in my head as I repeated the song. I had a feeling there was more to the song. It didn't matter, I loved it and I would cherish it.

'Get the other prisoners to clean this mess up in the morning,' a gruff voice commanded.

Soon it was all black again. The smell of fresh blood soon filled my senses; I cringed as I fought down the vomit that was wanting to come out. I cried silently wanting to escape. I kept humming the song.

Light shined through the cracks in the shed. I did not want to see what the smell belonged to but I needed to find a way out. I carefully peaked out from the woman's body; what I saw made me vomit. It took a good 10 minutes to somewhat calm down.

Dark blood flooded the shed with mangled bodies. There was no fresh air, I felt myself suffocating, my heart rate picked up I was drowning from the inside. I could not breathe, I was scared and alone, I could not control my shaking.

End Dream

I felt a hand shaking me. I opened my eyes with a start someone was screaming I felt tears fall from my eye's as someone whispered, 'Shhh it is ok. You are safe.'

I closed my mouth and the screaming stopped. Was that me who was screaming? I came to my senses and found Aragorn holding me. He would want to know what had caused my reaction. I knew I did not have much longer before I would crack and tell him everything.