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I fell asleep not long after Balin finished Thorins story. I expected the usual nightmare but boy was I wrong.
The room I was in was white. Pure white in fact. Nothing in the room was a different shade. Fear flooded through my body. This dream was so realistic.
"Isadora" I quickly whirled around and was faced with a woman. She had long curly golden hair and her eyes-a milk chocolate- were shining with love. She wore a gold tiara and a white dress.
"Who are you?" I questioned. Confusion flooded to her eyes.
"Your father never talked about me?"
"No, who are you?" I questioned.
"I'm your mother" confusion, hurt, and anger flooded through me. She was dead, how was she here.
"The angels finally let me visit my loved ones in a dream" she said. I plopped down onto the 'ground' while my mother did it more gracefully.
"I can now visit your father" she breathed out. I could sense that she was still in love with my father.
"How did you meet him?" I asked. She looked to me.
"You know nothing about us do you, Isadora?"
"He wont tell me" I said, shrugging it off.
"We're going to have to change that" she leaned forward and pressed her lips to my forehead.
"I love you" she whispered.
"Love you too, mom" I answered. The world around me went black.
I awoke with a start. My body was coated in a thick veil of sweat and I was panting. I rolled over to father, shaking him awake.
"What is it?" he mummered.
"Its about mom" I whispered. He was awake then, his blue eyes boring into me.
"What about her?" he answered.
"She came to me in a dream" I breathed out. Anger was then evident on his face.
"Thats not funny" he hissed. I blinked in shock.
"I never said it was" I answered.
"Thats a cruel joke to play on your father" he hissed. He turned away from me, probably going back to bed. I wept.
(Bilbo Baggins)
The room I was in was white. A lone figure sat on a white couch, twiddling her thumbs. She looked up and instantly I recognized the figure.
"Malienna?"
"Hello, Bilbo" she whispers. Her voice is like smooth honey. Her eyes-the chocolate brown I had fallen in love with-had specks of gold in them that twinkled.
"How?" I breathed in shock.
"The angels finally let me visit you in dreams" I rushed towards her, gathering her into my arms.
"Malienna" I said as I sat down. She tilted her head to the side in confusion.
"Yes?"
"Why are you here? Dont take this the wrong way, I love that I am able to see you but I would like to know why?"
"Your adventure has started Bilbo" she answered.
"And?"
"I wanted to speak with you" She stood up, looking back at me.
"Why havent you told Isadora about us?" she questioned. I wince. That was a tough subject matter for me. Maliennas death had crushed me and even talking about her brought back the memory of her lying there...dead. I push back the memory staring at Malienna. Her eyebrows were raised, waiting for my answer.
"I wanted to, believe me, Malienna, I did but..." I trailed off.
"But what, Bilbo?" she questioned.
"But your face pops up in my head every time I try. You lying there dead. I was to late to save you, Malienna" I drop my head into my hands while Malienna pats my back.
"Bilbo, it is not your fault" she says.
"It is too, Malienna, I was the guy, I should have protected you" I protested.
"It is not your fault!" she hissed. The room took on a dark shadow which spread, reminding me of Gandalf.
"Malienna..."
"No, Bilbo, I was stupid and naive, I thought I was invincible so I went and I died, you found me, it is not your fault" she said.
"I heard your screams...I should have..." I was broken off by her lips on mine. Sparks flooded through me. I pulled her closer. She smelled like sage and roses. I twisted my hands into her hair.
Finally, when we both couldnt breathe, I pulled away. We were both gasping for air.
"So, Isadora was not lying" I whispered to myself. This was just a dream but it felt so real.
"She wouldnt lie about me, Bilbo" Suddenly, everything started to fade. Malienna looked to me.
"I love you so much, Bilbo" she said. I reached out to grab her but went through air.
"I love you too, Malienna" I said. Thats when the world went black.
My eyes flew open. For a few minutes, I lay there, reveling in the fact that I had just seen my Malienna. My love. I slowly sat up, looking around for my daughter. I found her sitting near the fire, holding the sword I had given her.
"Hey" I said. I sat down next to her.
"Hey" she replied back softly.
"I'm sorry I didnt believe you, Malienna...I mean your mother visited me" she looked up.
"Her name is Malienna?" she questioned.
"Indeed it is" I replied.
"Will you tell me about her?"
"Later" I simply said. And knowing that was the only response she was going to get out of me, Isadora nodded.