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Arahad had not at all expected to be spending the night with the elves of the Lorien, but  many strange things had happened to him on this journey- met a member of a race he'd never heard of (Haliatus), seen a Balrog and lived to the tale, been caught by folk who he was now spending the night with, and now he seemed to be  befriending the void elf. He gratefully pulled a wool blanket over himself and closed his eyes.

(This is the first installment of Arahad's Dreams, which I thought of as something to laugh at. The next one will come when I have something else that's good. Note that these are just dreams/nightmares, and have no impact on the story.)

''Arahad backed up on to the edge of the balcony, the Mouth of Sauron advancing, waving his sword. Suddenly a flourish of the Mouth of Sauron's sword disarmed Arahad, who hung on to a support beam. "You killed my father!" He yelled. "No, I am your father!" The Mouth of Sauron responded. "No! That's impossible!" Arahad yelled back. "You know it to be true!" The Mouth responded. "Nooooooooooooooo!" Arahad defied, and jumped into the river below.''