Deep in his dream he saw golden beauty all around him. Sweet beauty of old, then cries. Orcs! Anger! Fire! Hate. Burning beauty! Tears rolled from his eyes.
Screaming darkness, pushing towards the light. Two now moving around. Such a strange way, they did not see before. ‘No!’ he thought. ‘They have taken it.’ Not yet, not by their hand! Then came the vision of a great net, silently cast out. Elven warriors. The great net. A field . . . no a forest . . .
Now his eyes opened "What! Who are you?" he cried, surprised. "I need rest, for where I go there will be none. Lest I find the eternal rest of mortal men." he said, trailing off from his visions and dark words.
"I am sorry I did not mean to upset you in any way." He said to the woman who had woken him. "Please forgive me, and tell Pio to wake me at 10:00 to get ready for lunch." He smiled at her. "You only woke me from a harsh place I hope never to see again!" he said apologetically.
So she left and he fell back to sleep. But there was no more dream . . . only empty blackness.
[ January 04, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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