Unfortunately for Beleth, even when she was healthy, Galadriel had become something of a heavy sleeper. The gentle touch on her arm and the hushed voice that summoned her, no matter how urgent it was, was insufficient to rouse the feverish elf. Unfortunately, Beleth's efforts were not entirely in vain, and they crept quickly into the dream around them.

The walls quaked as Beleth shook her and the image of them came apart, breaking in pieces as the ground shook. The doorway to the library, in reality, was far too small to glimpse the creature that prowled this nightmare but, as the walls fell away, the cloud of clinging, pitch and darkness spilled through the gaps. It poured into the ruddy light and, beyond the collapsing wall, seemed to yawn into a great and empty distance beyond

This sight, this one moment, was one that Samwise Gamgee had witnessed in full. Galadriel's imagination needed no help to conjure this and, as the heat became nearly unbearable, the darkness whorled and the first licks of flame appeared. The beast drew itself up, a massive figure if shadow and flame, and miasma of smoke and ash stretched from it like great wings unfurling. It drew a deep breath, like the bellows of some long forgotten forge, and flame rose all across its skin. Fire wreathed its limbs, glinted across its terrible horns, sparked in the pits of its eyes, and a burning flail hung from its great, massive claws. When its eyes, white hot and searing, fell upon them, it released a terrible, earthshaking roar.