Today there is a chill in the air. Autumn is coming once again, and with it comes recurring dreams of you. Something about this season always reminds me of you. Sometimes I have the tomb dream again and I wake up with a cold sweat on my brow and tears on my cheeks. Last night I saw you in my dreams, and you were alive and well. You beckoned to me, and I tried to run to you, but I could not move my foot. I tried to reach out to you, but my arms were pinned to my sides. I tried to call to you, but my breath caught in my throat. All I could do was stand and stare at you until you finally turned around and walked away, disappearing into the mist.
I think Wyn heard me crying in the night. This morning she greeted me so kindly and took my hand as we walked together to the Houses of Healing. She's not you, but she makes it so that I'm not alone anymore.
Wish you were here,
Tauriel.
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