Last night, I had the most vivid dream of my life!
I was in Elf armor, on a battlefield, with Hadhafang, fighting next to Aragorn. All my opponents were cloaked like the Nazgul, but they were mortal. After a while, Aragorn and I were the only ones left, and we were backed up against a mountainside, while we were still on our horses. Aragorn went down for a couple of seconds, but I managed to pull him up onto my horse, while still fighting. All the while, I felt each and every cut and wound as it was slicing into me. After killing a bunch of people, we managed to cut our way free, and get to Rivendell, where Arwen and Legolas welcomed us. The weird thing is, when I woke up, my arms and torso were covered with bloody scratches and I had bitten my lip.