[Novnarwen]

Lostlondwen had been exhausted after today's march. Her headache had been growing and growing since they had left Elrond's house. And she was so happy that they had reached their camp, that she didn't care about what the others did, she was just eager to go to bed.

The trees were growing high above her. Lostlondwen was in Mirkwood, her home. The sun was up, and the wood was filled with light. The leaves on the trees were greener than ever.

She followed the narrow path that lead to the little house, she and her mother lived in. To her great suprise her mother was there, safe and sound.
When the day grew old they took a walk in the woods. A silence filled the air, and the cool breeze made the air to music. They talked merrily for a long while. But then, as if something was lurking in the dark, a great noise swallowed the dream, and Lostlondwen woke up.

She shuddered. The noise had come from this world, not from her dream. It was close to midnight, the darkness filled the air. Lostlondwen sat up, there was no sound. When she didn't hear anything more, she laid down and tried to get some more rest.