(Dreams from different times on the journey to Angmar to try and infiltrate and frustrate the Angmarrim plans for Imladris. Edited and reposted from the originals of over a year ago.)
One: Lone Lands. Memories of the First Age.
“Arise child. Show me your face.”
The chatter of those around us in the hall lessened. The eyes of many visitors were turned upon me in general curiosity. ‘Who was I to be shown favour?’