She knew it was a dream, she knew it couldn't hurt her, but logic couldn't quite fight instincts that screamed at her that this was bad, this was dangerous, evil. She didn't have to be told to know that, to feel in her heart that primal, base evil that crept out of Galadriel's dream. She recoiled from it, from the sounds of orcs, and then from that figure.
Fear overrode curiosity, and Beleth knew that it was time to wake Galadriel up. After all, if Beleth was this distressed, she couldn't imagine that the other elf was much happier, dreaming it. Still tucked into her seat, as if that would perhaps provide some form of safety, the Dalish woman reached over, gently shaking Galadriel's shoulder.
"My lady. My lady, please, wake up." Her tone betrayed just how unsettled she felt, even as she tried to reign in her emotions--it wouldn't do to seem overly fraught over a mere dream, not in front of Galadriel.
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She knew it was a dream, she knew it couldn't hurt her, but logic couldn't quite fight instincts that screamed at her that this was bad, this was dangerous, evil. She didn't have to be told to know that, to feel in her heart that primal, base evil that crept out of Galadriel's dream. She recoiled from it, from the sounds of orcs, and then from that figure.
Fear overrode curiosity, and Beleth knew that it was time to wake Galadriel up. After all, if Beleth was this distressed, she couldn't imagine that the other elf was much happier, dreaming it. Still tucked into her seat, as if that would perhaps provide some form of safety, the Dalish woman reached over, gently shaking Galadriel's shoulder.
"My lady. My lady, please, wake up." Her tone betrayed just how unsettled she felt, even as she tried to reign in her emotions--it wouldn't do to seem overly fraught over a mere dream, not in front of Galadriel.