You tossed and turned in your bed. You were a member of the Fellowship of the Ring on a quest to save Middle Earth from the growing armies of Sauron...So naturally you didn't have much time to rest...and when you did it wasn't good rest.

You were outside,often too cold or too hot and on the ground where the enemy could strike at any time...And your thoughts were troubled...so much rested on you and you're companions.

You're only comfort was her. The thought of Arwen, your beloved lady back in peaceful Rivendell. Her eyes bright, hair glossy, lips red as ripe apples.

She came to you sometimes...when you were wounded or especially restless, used her elvish magic to reach out to you...and tonight was one of those blessed nights.

As you close your eyes they reopen to the sweet cool air of Rivendell on your face. The light breeze and birdsong and familiar gentle rush of the waterfalls.

And you feel her soft dainty hands gently smoothing your hair back, her soft voice humming softly. She's wearing a flowing light purple dress and her hair flows loose down her back, she smiles at you placidly. "Go to sleep..." She purrs.