Author's Notes: Here's the next chapter. Ther will be a storm in one of the later chapters as there was a number of fantastic storms that lit the sky where I live. Please let me know that you think of my story and if you would like to request anything for it please let me know. The next chapter might take some time because I dropped my iPod down the drive and it has a crack curving across the screen. Hopefully my job in september should help me afford a new one with more memory space.

Shadow In My Dreams

Camp was made under the canopies. All of us were tired and wished for a deep sleep, one that we would never wake up from. Sad songs of praise danced through the night air, breathing sighs of grief. Whilst harps strummed their solemn tunes.

Both Haldir and Coren had gone back to the lookout at the North of the forest and that was the last I saw of them for many days.

"The Lady Galadriel wishes you all to change into your spare clothes and give us the ones you are wearing so we may wash them and fix them." These words came from a Elf who was a maid of Galadriel and one of the harpists who had played earlier. Behind her were a group of other Elven women, all in the same dresses but their hair were all in different styles.

Her emerald eyes fell on me. "You, Queen of the Castdeian Courts, come with me and bring what spare clothes you have brought with you." Though how I have written this down makes her seem rude but it was not so , her voice didn't show despise. You see, her Common Tongue wasn't exactly the best. She should get the point easily but not show any empathy along with it.

I collected up my pack and followed her like a ghost haunting someone's steps. She stopped in front of a hollowed out bush of bluish green leaves with purple flowers. A door had been made in this hut like bush in this doorway draped white fine fabric that moved gracefully in the wind. It was impossible to see into the hollowed out bush.

"Who are permitted to bathe here and get dressed away from the prying eyes of men. No one shall disturb you. This area of the wood is off limits for men. If they are caught here, they shall be shot if they are not known or brought to the courts of Lorien to await the punishment that the Lord and Lady seem fit" She said plainly before leaving me to be alone with only my shadows for company.

I ducked inside and found the ground tiled in cold white stone and a screen made of finely crafted oak. Behind this screen was a bath of hot water. In this I washed away what grime was there from the journey between here and Rivendell. I got into another pair of black leggings which were clean, a tunic, my ankle high boots and another brown leather coat that laced up at the front which was meant to be worn when it got warmer. I emerged from behind the screen with tendrils of my slightly damp brown hair hanging over my shoulders and down my back. My dirty clothes had disappeared from where I placed them and were no in sight. Even my weatherbeaten cloak had been taken. I shrugged, someone must have taken them to be washed.

I walked back to the camp, relying on my memory. When I arrived I found everyone asleep in their tents or under the night sky on the ground. I crept carefully over Legolas's and Aragorn's sleeping bodies. They both looked peaceful without any cares in the world. Their chests rose and fell as they expelled air from their lungs. The Gimli snored and breathed like a frog was in his throat or maybe stuck up his nose.

I settled myself down and turned my back on the shadowy forest so I could look into the flames. My eyes drooped then fell shut on the waking world.

In my dreams was a shadow, always following me where I walked in my dreams of the forests and the open glades of Castdeia. This shadow was always in the corner of my dreaming eye's and always disappeared when I looked towards it, only to appear again moments later. This shadow was black but it had no clear shape. It would shift in shape whether it was tall or small. But always had the outline shape of a living being. Her power must have grown in size since the last time she invaded my dreams.

Sinolest was in my head and invading my dreans space and tine.

I awoke with a heavy chest and rapid breaths. My head spun and stars wheeled across the sky like the earth was spinning too fast for the stars to catch up with it.

Smoke gathered at the foot of the stone steps. The smoke rose into the shape of a tall woman with glowing eyes. It was Sinolest, held in the form of grey smoke. Her smokey form did not touch the ground, she levitated above the ground and walked on the air particles. She stooped over Legolas's sleeping body. Her eyes looked down at him with a tilted head.

A giant smokey thorn appeared before me, hovering millimetres away from my heart. Others also appeared hovering over the sleeping bodies of my comrades. "D...don't hurt them. P...p..please" I begged. "J...j...ust kill me." I said looking at Sinolest with hate. I then looked around to Horus. He was no where to be seen.

Sinolest laughed and the thorn in front of me drove into my chest and disappeared. I looked down to my chest and found what I did not expect. None of my blood had been spilt. Yet still, my heart burned.

I looked to Sinolest had been standing and found nothing but an empty space of air. The pain faded away into the nothingness.

What sort of magic could cause such vivid dreams? How much power had she gained since our last encounter in the dream world?

The dream world came crashing to the ground like a abbeys stain glass windows smashing to the floor. The real world came back. Somehow I had dreamed within a dream. Hopefully this was the real world. I scrambled to my pack and took out a small dagger.

How was I to be sure if this was the real world? I wasn't. For all I could now Sinolest may just be placing another dream world to take the last ones's place. But one thing never happen in dreams that could happen in the real world. That thing that could not happen in dreams was bleed in them. You can feel pain in dreams because pain is all in the mind. But blood wasn't in the mind. It was real.

I slit a small nick on the top of my ring finger that was like a deep version on paper cut that would actually bleed rather than just sting. A small droplet of red crimson blood came to the surface of the nick and fell down my hand and fell on to the grass. I could smell the iron on my blood.

This was the real world. I blew a breath of relief and coiled back onto the ground. My eyes looked at the skies. Once again I feared sleep.

'Why hath thou spilt thy blood on my realms? And why hath thou found no peacful dreams?' Galadriel asked as she walked down the stone steps to the left of the camp. A white aura set about her as she walked gracefully as if the ground were fluffy white clouds.

I stood up looking at the drops of blood, almost ashamed of myself. "I cannot talk, here. I do not wish for them to know." I paused and looked at my sleeping friends lost in pleasant dreams. "My lady, I apologise deeply and shall avoid doing it ever again when I am in your fair lands."

A placid smile crossed her face. "I accept your apology, Tara. Come, let us talk where your friends cannot hear your unspoken words." She turned where she stood and walk further in to the woods. I followed, creeping quietly over Gimli's sleeping body then behind her footsteps.

She stopped in a small glade of green grass covered in the radiance of white Lune Flowers. In the centre of the glade was raised sheltered platform with benches running along the walls of the platform. Galadriel walked up the steps of the platform and set herself on one of the benches. I sat across from her with my hands on my lap. "I already know who makes their cruel marks on your dreams and nightmares. But, it will become dangerous for you to carry on this journey without two of companions knowing. I can only guess how powerful she may become and how desperately she wishes you gone."

A cold shill went up my spine and spread across my shoulder blades. Sinolest was out to get me, yet I had no idea why. I had a brief idea but it wasn't clear to me. If she was getting more powerful what was stoping her from turning my dark dreams into prisons with no exits or key holes and if you make one's dreams a prison you start wasting away in the real world.

"If her power grows I fear that I won't be able to tell the difference between the dream world and reality. They scare me but not like childhood nightmares or glances of what could happen, they are dark, cold like ice and filled with the pain of death and injury. I couldn't tell if I was awake back then. That's why made a cut bleed so I could tell what was real." I paused. What did she mean it would be dangerous carrying on without two members of the Fellowship knowing? "Why must they know? There's enough for them to think about, why should I be another burden on their minds?"

"Because it will easier for you knowing there's two people to wake you up from her corrupt dream worlds. Do not fret it will be some time before Sinolest regains enough energy so she may try again." Her reassurance calmed my mind but it did not rid the idea of Sinolest trying again.

"Could you tell them? I just won't be able to explain it that well." I asked sheepishly.

"Who would you like to know?" Galadriel said looking in the direction of the camp.

I bowed my head. I had thought of telling Gandalf, but he was with a the spirits now. Aragorn, I could trust him and he wouldn't take it as a joke. Now the next person I wasn't quite sure who to pick, Boromir would take it as another one of my weaknesses, Gimli would make jokes saying how useless 'Darklings' are. Frodo and Sam have to much on their plates and the other Hobbits are childish. That left Legolas. I gulped. I had told him about my nightmares but I had not gone into detail.

Would he scold me for holding back this information? No, he is too forgiving and calm in the mind. I suppose it would have to be him. "Err Aragorn and...Legolas." I was so glad no one who I knew dearly was close by. Especially the twin son's of Elrond. They would take this as a to taunt and tease me for no apparent reason.

Galadriel smiled. "You seem to get along with the son of Thranduil." She spoke as she looked at the glimmer of light in the wood's which was the camp's campfire.

What on earth was she implying?! I did not think of him like that! Great! Just another person who seems to think there is something other than friendship between us. Eru! If it was Gimli who hinted this I shall kick him in the gut and spike his the next he consumes with a strong laxative or Wolfsbane to make him throw up for a whole hour.

"Yeah, as a friend." I said in my defence. My hands fidgeted. "I'm gonna go back now...if that is what I can do."

Galadriel sighed then nodded her head. I got to my feet and walked to the light of the campfire. Wow it must have been burning hot, how else who my cheeks feel so hot?

Once again, I settled myself under the moonlight. I closed my eyes to have dreams that were my own and no one else's.