I’ve never had a bad dream before; for the most part, I’ve never had a dream before. But, right now, I’m flying… I could see Garael hill down there… Andaro fountain, Strawberry Meadow, and Chief’s residence is right down under my feet. I speed up, to the edge of our territory, stepping on a big hard stone and look for the scenery of my beautiful, lovely, dearest city of Valadiol on the night. It supposed to be a dream, right? I mean… I fly! I took it as a bad dream because I never like fly although flying is like walking for our kind—of course if you mention walking for our kind, it’s like running for human kind—and I hate flying, I prefer walk or run. I don’t really care what my mother thinks about my strange habits, to have affection for human kind because we’re not supposed to pay any attention for them and above all… affection! I love human … their aura, their passion for life, their love for each other, and their mortality, despite all of the human’s bad habit for ruining nature, I have loved their passion for life. They’d never get bored I guess.
I got so much information about human kind from my grand-teacher, Salya. He is my idol, my father whom I never had, and above all… he’s my best friend. He knew about human because he had a great opportunity from our Chief to visit and live like a human in human’s territory. I don’t know how and why in the world Chief made he did that, an elf like us should never be in the human’s territory for too long, at least 500 years for our kind, it would make us ‘turning’ to them. Habits, features, voices, even our scent will be different and—poof!—all you can see is a human being, no longer an elf. However, that transformation would be hundred years long, slowly and the pain is hard to imagine—Salya once said to me. It likes you trapped in the very dark… deep ocean and the pressure torture you ten times more forceful than accustomed and—of course—you can’t barely moved. I shivered when I heard that but my curiosity about human is not decrease even a little bit. We, as an elf kind, should go to the Grey Havens—the land of immortality—and live as long as we could or should I say as long as the world still exist.
I spread my vision to all over Valadiol, I can see my house from here, and then—dark, shadow…
Something’s out there. It blocked my vision. I can’t visualized it… what’s that supposed to be? What kind of creature? There’s nothing in the world could ever blocked my—our—vision! On the other hand, maybe, I didn’t know something…
Even so, what is it? My curiosity increasing… I have to find it. So I took a long jump from the stone. The shadow slowly disappears. And then… a sound.
“Galadriel…” that voice called my name. I followed it. Crossing the stone and a big hard fence of woods, that voice still calling my name. A soft voice.
I freeze, and stop in a big, green, meadow. Moreover, I suddenly realize that it wasn’t Strawberry Meadow—I wasn’t even in Valadiol. Strawberry Meadow supposed to fill with berries and the color wasn’t green—it’s violet. And I just realized… that shadows lead me to the human’s territory, there was nothing but violet, red, and blue in a meadow of an elf. This must be human’s meadow.
This is wrong… I should never go out from our territory! I look back… but there was nothing but the same big, green meadow. This meadow must be ten times Strawberry Meadow’s square.
However, how strange… there’s nobody here. Even the tiniest elf’s bug!
The cold wind made me freeze once again, I look around me… and still there’s nobody here! What kind of world is this supposed to be?
“Galadriel… come to me…” again, that voice surrounded me.
“Come to whom? Who are you and… where am i?”
I heard chuckled… and I have become more frustrated.
What so funny then?
“What are you laughing at? Show yourself—“before I could finish my word, I felt something approaching me. My elf’s senses feel the warm, fresh scent; it approached me like a huge rush and suddenly, I feel relaxed and comfortable, but at the same time, I felt vulnerable. I hear the slow step, it’s getting near now…
Slowly I reach my arrow and my golden bow. I must be quick. Whoever comes approaching me, it must be a danger…
The steps come very slowly and then I pull my arrow and shoot my golden bow as soon as I look to that thing. Then a sudden luminosity blinded both of my eyes, my arrow and bow dropped to the ground. I feel so weak, I leaned down on my knees, and I look down. I can’t even see what creature is that. I feel so… weak, vulnerable, my senses disable.
Then it is dark…
