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[haradrim]

I do not disturb him while he tosses and mutters. My mother had dreams like this. I did not inherit that gift but I know a الرّؤية when I see one. This is no ordinary dream...but then something changes, and now he MUST awake. Quickly.

*moving to cradle the Ranger's head in my lap, shaking him gently* Halbarad. Come back.

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[halbarad]

I watch Gorlim's form grow distant, and hope that he has found his way. For a moment, I am lost in thought, lost in the quiet nothingness around me.

Halbarad. Come back.

Nadiyah. I turn, see our camp, see her kneeling at my head, see her holding me. I move towards her, following her voice.

*wakes with a start, mind clouded with sleep and disoriented*

[haradrim]

*strokes your hair* You were calling for Gorlim, at one point. I know we have business in the north, but...I think perhaps you are needed more back in Gondor. Can you ride?

[halbarad]

*pushes self into seated position, limbs heavy with the cold of the dreamscape; shudders at the remembered touch of it*

Mith...We need to call him back. *tries to shake fog from thoughts*

[mithrhovan]

*slinks out of the surrounding shadows, firelight glinting in his eyes*

Always come back. Hmph. Human.

*lies down beside Nadiyah and settles his muzzle on his paws*