[Manardariel]

Slowly Anarya walked home. The night air was cool and and cresent, and she didn´t feel tired. Reluctant to return to her forge, she went on a stroll through Isengard. The whole city seemed asleep, dreaming. Anarya stepped on to one of the little towers of guard. A fresh wind, blowing from the east pushed her hair out of her face. It seemed to carry the smell of the wood with it, the dark, brooding, vivid smell of Fangorn Forest. Anarya took a deep breath. Deeply inhaling the woody smell, she stood there for another moment. She then silently and swiftly walked home, and went to bed. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

In her dream, it seemed to her she was standing behind a grove of beech trees. Behind her, she heard familiar voices. One of them was Buck, babbeling along happily. Suddenly he was before her eyes and seemed to shrink, and was an infants size. And he held on to her knee and said "I´m only food, food for the trees. Only food, Mistress! Only food!" The miniature- Buck started laughing and laughing, shaking himself. Anarya tried to frab him, to shake him, but she couldn´t grasp him. He seemed like thin air...

Anarya woke up. She was sweatty and panting. She rolled on the other side of her bed and when she fell asleep again, she had already forgotten that dream.