He awoke with a start. The dream was gone and he was once again in his own bedroom. He stared at the dark wooden walls around him, taking comfort in the familiarity of it all. Cold sweat was pouring down his face and neck despite the humidity and warmth of the night. He was drying his face on his bed sheet when one of his attendants rushed in.
“My lord, what is wrong?” He asked worriedly.
“Oh, um nothing at all is wrong. Why do you ask? I am perfectly all right,” he replied tartly, hoping his lie wasn’t too obvious.
“My lord you were calling out in your sleep,” the man replied, as if it were obvious.
“Well it was nothing, merely phantoms of the night that haunt my dreams. You need not worry,” he assured him. It was a dismissal and they both knew it.
“Yes my lord, you shall not be bothered again.” The man left silently, shutting the door behind him.
Legolas lay back, contemplating the meaning of his dream. He was thinking of the lady’s face, a mirror image of his own, when it struck him: she was his sister, Nenuesa. His lost half-twin that was presumably dead. Perhaps she was still alive. Her image had brought him hope. His quest had not been in vain, like his father had told him. In the morning he would study maps that had great fields on them, like the one he had been standing on. Perhaps in Rohan. It was absurd that an elf would bide there, but it was the only land he could think of, with such rolling plains. Of course, on the other hand, it was possible there was no such field; it was just a fictitious landscape invented by his sub-conscious mind while he was unaware. Real or not, it was a place to start. He curled up and fell asleep.
He was once again on the plain from his previous dream. He looked around and there was the woman, right where he had last seen her. This time she walked toward him. Her face was cold, hard, and emotionless, as it had been last time. She cupped his face in her hands.
“Nyra tillothien nigra shnith crunshte refent tornieth riend,” she whispered softly. Her words sounded evil and cruel. Her breath in his face was icy and sharp. Legolas was taken back. This evil thing could not possibly be his sister. No being he had ever heard of was as evil or powerful as the creature before him.
“Who are you?” He asked sharply. Her face transformed into a twisted grin.
“I am you, don’t you recognize me?” She asked tauntingly.
“You’re not me, you’re evil,” he whispered tenaciously, though he had no idea why he whispered.
“I am your best side, your other half, the half you’ve been searching for your entire life.” He was struck by her words, if she was his sister, how could she be so evil.
“But don’t worry, I am not your sister,” she said contemptuously, as if she had read his mind.
“If you’re not my sister then who are you?” He demanded. She laughed and started changing. Her skin turned black and spiked out and her body grew wider and taller. She had morphed into the shape of a monstrous giant, covered with black armor, and carrying a huge black mace.
“I am your sister’s keeper, I own her, she is my slave,” he said cruelly. “I would own you as well. Won’t you come with me?” He asked tauntingly. “Don’t you want to be with your sister?” He said mocking kindness. The monster reached one spiked hand toward him.
“Come here, you want to be with your sister.” It said sweetly.
“NO!” He screamed as the monster lunged for him.
He awoke again, jerking upright in his bed. His throat was raw and dry from screaming. He was having such terrible nightmares; perhaps he had eaten something that did not agree with him. He stumbled out of bed to get a cup of water. After he had gotten one he decided to go on a walk outside, knowing he would never get to sleep again.
Instead of going for a walk he found himself drawn toward a balcony over-looking the forest. He had ben there for some time when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned to look over his shoulder.
Another elf stood there. She had long blonde hair, plaited in elvish fashion. Her face was not familiar so he figured she had come with the entourage of elves from Laurelindorenan.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, “I was not aware of your presence here. Forgive me.” Her voice was soft, but clear, and very beautiful. She turned to leave.
“No wait,” he called after her, “You are welcome to stay, I would enjoy the company.” She turned and fixed her green eyes on his.
“Thank you my lord,” she said softly.
“The pleasure is mine,” he replied.