[Lyra Greenleaf]

The pain was searing through Telpeheled now he had been wrenched out of his dreams. He felt the other Elves pulling him with word ond deed, and wished he had the strength to tell them to go away and leave him be. His head felt light, but at the same time the pain made him feel leaden.

It was hard to breathe. Suddenly Telpeheled had a vision of one of the maidens of the city. She asked him to dance, proffering her hand. He tried to struggle to his feet but couldn't manage it.
A voice cut through the picture, but it wasn't female.
"Telpeheled, look at me. I'm right here. So is Lofinneas. Are you alright?"

Lofinneas? I know that name, thought Telpeheled vaguely. But it hurt his head too much to think where from.

"Hold on", the voice came again.
Telpeheled wanted to scream. The voice had taken away the ball, the maiden. And it was obviously doing something to him because he couldn't move. He tried to hit the voice, then lauughed. You can't hit a voice! he thought.

Telpeheled felt himself slip back into oblivion, but once again he was pulled back. There were more voices now, too many. They were going around in his head, and he couldn't understand what they were saying. Finally he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Quiet" he called at the voices. They all stopped. Telpeheled realised he had spoken out loud. It seemed easier than he had thought.
He tried again.
"Go away"
The voices started again. Now Telpeheled knew he could speak, he wanted to try again.
"Where did you take her? I wanted to dance. What have you done to my head?"

[ February 22, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]