Lothlorien shone in the early light of dawn. The trees glistened, welcoming the new day. The forest floor stood still and quiet, apart from a lone figure that walked aimlessly along. Daeriul had spent most of the night awake, escapung from the dreams that had been plaguing her recently. Death. Destruction. Though the One Ring had been destroyed, she was still fearful of the rumoured Uruk’Hai that was massing in the East. But, they were just rumours, and are easily dismissed, to some. Daeriul walked along the path and came upon a tree. She whistled low and a makeshift ladder fell in front of her. She quickly climbed up upon the wooden platform. She was now hidden in the dense canopy of the tree. Daeriul looked over the wooden rails and could see in the distance Cerin Amroth. It seemed to become a humble place since Lady Galadriel and Celeborn had departed over the sea. But it was still in habited, for none will leave its sacredness.
“Ai Na Vedui Daeriul.”
Daeriul turned to see the familiar face of Haldir.
“Ai Na Vedui Haldir, I did not know it was your watch,” she smiled slyly.
“‘Tis is, though I doubt you did not know. You wanted to see me, did you not?” His knowing grin etched across his face.
Daeriul frowned at him, their friendship was that of great importance to her, but she despised his arrongance.
“Haldir, I am in need of your advice. Remember the dreams I have told you about? I had another one, though this one was different, it took place here, in Lothlorien. It was also very real and did not feel like a dream.”
Haldir stood quietly, he was not sure of what to say to his friend.
“The only advice I can offer you is to dismiss it as a dream, nothing more. Now the day is breaking and I offer you to come join me and Gloredhel for breakfast, you look famished.”
“Nay, I have to return home, I am expected.”
“Aye then I shall see you soon, Namarie Daeriul.”
Daeriul climbed down the ladder and entered the now lightened forest. She walked along until her surroundings became familiar. She entered the threshhold of Cerin Amroth and was greeted by silence. Her footsteps echoed as she entered her house. But voices were heard coming from the Study. Daeriul continued along the corridor and entered the Study. Her Father sat behind his large oaken escritoire, his face seemed young but was worn and leathery. Worry stretched across face and his eyes seemed distant. Her mother stood in front of the escritoire, she too loloked quite worried. Upon Daeriul’s arrival a fake smile was plastered onto her father’s face as he greeted his only daughter.
“Ai Na Vedui Daeriul! Where have you been on this early morn?”
“Good Morning Atar, Naneth. I could not sleep, I was awakened by my dreams, again. Have I interrupted something important, I shall leave you be if you wish.”
“Nay, for this subject needs to be discussed with you as well.”
His smile had now faded and his face grew darker.
“We were discussing the happenings that are in the East. Though the Dark Lord has been destroyed, his evil offspring continue to grow, the Uruk’Hai and Orcs. We have word that there army is growing, and they are coming to attack us.”
Daeriuil stood silently, “But do we have the strength to defend ourselves? What of the Men, will they be attacked also?”
“We are not certain, for they know we are weak without the power of Galadriel or Celeborn.”
He sighed and his face became grim and worried. Daeriul looked upon her mother whom had not spoken yet.
“Naneth, will we be forced from Lorien into Rivendell or Mirkwood?”
“Aye, we might. But we are hoping that we are not attacked, that the Uruk’Hai would abandon this foolish quest.”
Daeriul’s face fell, she did not have the heart to leave her home, it would grieve her so if she had to leave. Kaladrin became distressed as she saw her daughter’s hurt, for she did not want to leave either.
“Daeriul, please listen, I am like you. I love my home as much as you do and I do not wish to leave either. But we have to, we have no choice.”
Kaladrin embraced her daughter. Daeriul turned from her and walked through the corridor and out into the bright sunlight. Daeriul walked into the forest of Lothlorien. Life was beginning to awaken, the birds flew above her, singing as they went. Shadows danced upon the light of the forest floor, Daeriul could never leave Lorien, it was her home.