Title: Dreaming of you
Author: Lomadia
Rating: PG-13
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Chapter ten
       	Lomadia entered the clearing in the centre of the woods. The air was cool and refreshing and it 
helped clear her troubled mind. Hastily, she dismounted from Tathiel and turned her head from side to side, 
searching. Tathiel paid no attention to her mistress's actions and took to wondering in and out of the trees. 
Lomadia stood in silence, her dark eyes closed. The wind blew gently on her warm cheeks and swept her 
hair back. It was then that her ears picked up the faint sound of a whisper. A familiar voice echoed inside 
the clearing. A smile stretched across Lomadia's face as the voice spoke.
       "Lomadia, my child. You have come."
       "Yes, mother. I must speak with you. It is very important." Lomadia slowly sat down on the grass 
and waited a short while before continuing. "I must speak with you about the elves. They're the escaped 
prisoners…"
       "I am well aware of the elves" Her mother interrupted. "I know about them, and I know about you. 
I've been watching you and I know why you are troubled."
       "You know? Well, please tell me, what should I do? I've had another dream, but I don’t understand 
what it means. I saw my father and Legolas. It was so strange. They were so cold, and almost unforgiving. 
And they spoke to me. I didn't understand what they said and I'm not sure I want to. I don't know what they 
want me to do."
       "No, Lomadia. You do know. You don't want to know, but you do. It is no use pretending, or 
ignoring the truth."
       Lomadia didn't move. She knew now what her dream had meant, and she hated it. Not wanting to 
dwell on her thoughts she sat still, as if frozen. 
       "They want me to choose." She said solemnly. "But…I can't." her voice was now barely a whisper. 
"I can't choose. I chose the elves before, but I was wrong. I was so very wrong." A lone tear found its way 
down her cheek, leaving a glistening trail behind. 
       Her mother's voice was soothing as it replied. "Do not be so sure. You're feelings for this elf run 
deep."
       "No. It will never be. We are enemies. I shouldn't be with him; I can't be with him. We are rivals"
       "Young girl, the right path isn't always the easiest one. Do you not see, only when the rivalry 
between your people ends can you two be together. Follow your heart. It will not lead you astray."
       The air once again became still and Lomadia was alone. She remained on the grass for a while 
longer, thinking hard. How could she choose between her own flesh and blood and the one her heart 
desired? She could feel it ripping away inside of her, and it pained her to think that she could only have 
one. 
       Slowly she rose from the floor and Tathiel came to her side. Once again, Lomadia mounted and 
rode back to the city, her mind still unmade. 
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       	The elves had been travelling for many days without rest. They had no time to sleep, their time 
spend in the woods of Anbrethil had delayed them from reaching Eloith and his company. Legolas’s mind 
was deeply troubled. A mixture of emotions. Despair, anxiety, worry, fear…hope. A tiny glint of hope still 
remained in his heart. And it was that tiny glint of hope that kept him riding on. The hope that Eloith was 
still alive. 
       The air began to grow cold as the elves rode on, galloping across open fields and woodland. The 
three stallions panted fiercely, gasping for precious air. The riders fought to stay awake. Their limbs pained 
them and every muscle in their body threatened to collapse from exhaustion. They couldn’t stand the pain 
much longer. And as the sun’s light began to fail, the horses gave in. They fell to the floor, sending their 
riders flying over their heads. The company made no attempt to get up and continue their journey. For one 
thing, the stallions refused to move and for another the elves found sleep to hard to resist. It was not long 
before Legolas gave in to the darkness and fell into blissful unconsciousness.  
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       	Tathiel cantered steadily through the woods and headed back towards the city of Anbrethil. 
Lomadia thought about what her mother had said over and over again. She could hear her words playing 
over and over in her mind. Follow your heart. It will not lead you astray. Her heart. Her heart told her to 
return to Legolas. To chase after them and help them on their quest. But her heart had betrayed her. It had 
chosen wrong. Legolas betrayed her. He fooled her. Made her feel wanted. It was all a lie. Wasn’t it? She 
felt anger towards him, but there was something else. A tiny part of her soul didn’t believe it was wrong. 
No matter how hard she tried to convince herself it was against what she lived for, she couldn’t believe it. 
But her concentration was broken when Tathiel came to a sudden halt and turned her head sharply from 
side to side. Lomadia too became suddenly aware of her surroundings. Her keen ears listened for every 
sound and her eyes searched the distance for movement. She was not alone. She could feel it. Her dark eyes 
focused, scanning the trees. And then she heard it. The soft sound of footfall, treading over the leaves with 
great care. The faint sound of breathing not too far ahead of her. A person. Someone creeping almost 
silently in and out of the trees. Lomadia dismounted, landed softly on the floor and slowly approached the 
maker of the sounds. She felt no fear, but curiosity. Why would someone be sneaking about the woods? 
Another elf maybe? Or maybe someone with a dark purpose. Either way, Lomadia wanted to know who it 
was. She drew nearer the tree from which the sound had come from. Now, barely a footstep from the tree’s 
base, Lomadia slowly peered around the trunk, only to be thrown onto her back. Shock over took her body 
as she landed flat on her back. The air was forced from her lungs and she gasped for a breath. The dark 
figure of a person darted from the tree and jumped over her head. Now Lomadia’s curiosity turned to rage, 
and she threw out her arms, grabbing onto the intruder’s ankle. The figure fell to the floor with a grunt as 
Lomadia pushed herself to her feet and run to the figure’s side. She was fast, but not fast enough. A foot 
rammed into her stomach pushing her back onto a tree. Then before she could regain herself, the figure 
jumped up and sprinted towards Tathiel. The figure bounded into the air and landed on Tathiel’s silver 
back. With a cry Tathiel bucked wildly, the figure on top grasped hold of her mane in a desperate attempt 
to stay on. 
       “Tathiel!” Lomadia shouted and dove towards her horse. Whoever this person was, they were a 
thief and an intruder. As far as Lomadia was concerned, this trespasser was trying to steal her horse and 
belonged no where else but in the dungeons of Anbrethil. Tathiel whinnied again, and reared this time 
managing to dislodge the figure. She run towards her mistress in shock and nuzzled against her side. 
Tathiel trusted no one but her mistress and became enraged and afraid when a stranger mounted on her 
back. 
       Running forward, Lomadia jumped on top of the slightly shaken figure on the floor and delivered 
a painfully hard punch to the intruder’s jaw, splitting their lower lip. 
       “Foul traitor!” Lomadia’s voice was filled with anger. “You are nought but a thief!” Lomadia was 
about to throw another punch but stopped herself before she could bruise the skin. A confused expression 
was on her face as she beheld delicately pointed ears almost hidden underneath a thick curtain of dark hair. 
Lowering her still clenched fist, she starred in wonder at the intruder propped up against a tree. Dark eyes 
looked into her own as she rose from the ground without breaking her gaze. The intruder followed her 
example and lifted herself from the ground, leaning on the tree as she did so. A traveller clad in a brown 
tunic of elven fashion. A long sword was strapped to her side and her hair was braided at the back, or at 
least it was before she was thrown against the tree. 
       “Who are you?” Lomadia questioned the traveller. “Why do you come here? What is your 
business?” her voice was low and steady. 
       The intruder took a deep breath before answering. “My name is Ireth (Felegard). I am looking for 
some of my companions. I fear they may have come here and become lost. I have to find them, it is of great 
importance.” 
       Lomadia’s mind was swimming with possibilities. Companions? Came here? The elves, mayhap?
       “Companions? Who are they?” 
       There was a long pause on Ireth’s part before she made any reply. “There are three of them. 
They’re from my city, I must find them.”
       Ireth’s answer only confirmed Lomadia’s thoughts. She folded her arms in front of her chest and 
held her head up high, a sign of her noble bloodline and dignity. Her dark orbs glistened as she eyed Ireth. 
       “You are an elf are you not?” Lomadia stated rather than asked. Ireth’s face grew pale and blank. 
Only her eyes gave away her fear, knowing that her identity had been discovered. She opened her mouth to 
protest but the words didn’t pass her lips. Lomadia didn’t wait long for an answer. 
       “I know you’re an elf. I’ve seen your ears. And your clothes are of an elven fashion. It is no use 
lying to me.” Her face was stern and she looked down at Ireth. When Ireth spoke her voice was shaking 
with fear.
       “Please, don’t hand me in. I mean no harm. Don’t arrest me, please.” 
       “I wasn’t intending to.” Lomadia’s answer startled Ireth. She was an elf trespassing in Anbrethil. 
The strong hold of her enemy, standing in front of a guard of the border and she wasn’t to be arrested? 
       “I don’t understand. I thought that…” Ireth started, but was cut of by Lomadia.
       “Do you want to be arrested? Because if that is what you wish I will take you to my father. In fact 
that is probably what I am expected to do after you tried to steal my horse.” Lomadia’s voice seemed to 
soften as she said this. She dropped her arms to her side and took a step forward. Ireth made now attempt to 
move away. Suddenly she didn’t feel afraid. Lomadia continued to speak.
       “Well, if you are an elf, where are you from?”
       “Well…I’m only a half elf.” Ireth replied before she could stoop herself. “My mother is an elf. My 
father is human. And I descend from Mirkwood.” Lomadia’s eyes lit up when she heard this.
       “Mirkwood?” Ireth gulped and cursed her stupidity. “You are from Mirkwood?” Lomadia took yet 
another step forward. “Before, you said that you were looking for three of you companions. They are elves 
also from Mirkwood I take it? The Prince Legolas and two companions. They were travelling somewhere, 
looking for someone?” Ireth looked at Lomadia. 
       “How do you know all that?” Ireth whispered.
       Lomadia nodded slightly. “You were right. They did come here. They passed through these 
woods.” Her voice was low.
       “How did they…?”
       “Me. I helped them through. And now you are looking for them. I can help you find them.”
       There was silence between the two for a long while. Lomadia thought about what she had said. 
She may dislike Legolas and his companions, but she had no grunge against any other elf. She saw no 
reason to refuse to help Ireth. And a small part of her hoped that if she helped Ireth through, she would see 
Legolas again. A small played on her lips at the thought of seeing him again, but the image of her father 
kept forcing it’s way into the back of her mind. His stern face looking into her eyes. His anger, his 
disappointment. She didn’t want to displease him, but she couldn’t lie to herself. 
       “You will help me find them?” Ireth asked quietly.
       Lomadia pondered for a while, her eyes fell to the floor. And then she remembered. Follow your 
heart. Looking up at Ireth, she nodded.
       “Yes.”