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Taralphiel had only settled well into a dark, empty sleep when she felt the sickening swirls of another nightmare around her. All those watching her sleep would have heard was a small groan. The shadows parted somewhat, and she peered about, seeing even leaves flitting from the canopies above her and resting at her feet. She was still alarmed at how the clarity of her dreams was increasing.
Though as she looked around in this forming dreamscape, she noted it was not like all her recent nightmares. The scenery was familiar. Closeby.
Taralphiel took small steps forward, casting weray glances around. She heard a movement, and leaned forward to gain a better view of what was moving.
It was an Elf, though not one she was familiar with. He was on a horse, moving through the forest. She did not make a movement of sound. Though she had Elven companions, she could not be certain this one would appreciate her travel in Mirkwood.
Before she could get a clear view of his face, she felt a strong involuntary shudder take over her body. It was almost strong enough to make her drop to the ground and curl up tight, hiding. She gripped to a tree as she saw a small creature fly towards the Elf. But before it could reach him, a greater darkness seemed to blanket over the small patch of path, and the poor Elf.
Taralphiel let out a shriek and stumbled forward with such force that it woke her, giving her sleeping companion a good jolt. She did not pause, but let out a small cry
"He's in trouble. It's so close. We must save him!"
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