October 13, 2943 T.A.
Today is the day you were buried. Two years ago today was the last time I ever saw you.
I had a bad dream last night. I wish I didn't remember how you looked when you were laid in your tomb, but I do. I can picture you so clearly, I could paint you if I wanted to. In my dream, I was in the lowest level of Erebor, near the tombs. Yours was open. Your coffin was smashed. I didn't want to look, but something compelled me to move. In dreams sometimes, you don't have a choice, do you?
Kili, my love, I saw you. You were bones. You were crumbling. You were dust. Where your dark and joyful eyes used to be, there were two gaping holes in your skull. Where your smile used to be, there were bare teeth and jaws of bone. You had rotted.
Nightmares are always the most frightening when you know they're real.
Wish you were here,
Tauriel.