Markus walked over to the bed and pulled back the cover waiting for Luna to hop in. "Try and get some sleep. I assure you, you will feel better in the morning. A good nights rest always does the trick." He sat on the edge of the bed, his back poker straight. He wondered whether this would make Luna uncomfortable and stood again, grimacing slightly.

Marylyn nodded. "I'm sorry. I knew that." She shook her head as though to clear her thoughts. "I believe Markus has taken Luna to her room. She has received some bad new tonight. Perhaps you should go and join them. I know Luna needs her friends about her right now." Marylyn bowed her head to Sirel before departing.

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Luna slippe between the covers, then looked up at him. "Please.." she looked again at the edge of the bed, wishing him to sit. She would welcome the company so her own thoughts would not haunt her or cause her madness.

Markus nodded obligingly as he sat down. He perched himself on top of the covers and relaxed back against the headboard. "Just try and clear your mind Luna. I know it will be hard, but you will sleep all the better for it."

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Luna nodded, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Then she closed them, reliving the moments of what she had seen. She worked at trying to clear her mind, and did fall asleep. Yet her sleep was troubled. She tossed and turned, calling out things in a tongue she herself did not understand. She was a child again in her dreams, cought in the burning tent. She watched the flames, then began crying as burning pieces fell on her back. She had always wondered where those scars came from. She screamed as her mother grabbed her....

Markus watched Luna with a troubled expression distorting his features. She watched as Luna tossed and turned and murmured things in a tongue Markus did not quite understand. He thought about calling for a healer. His thought was only confirmed when Luna screamed out in pain. He dashed to the door, glancing back at her with worry.

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Luna awoke, gasping and sweating. Her scars were burning. She fought tears and turned onto her side, her back to the room. She had found the reason for her father's actions in her dreams. She knew she could not blame him. Her fists clenched as her scars burned even hotter.

Markus closed the door behind him silently and sprinted off into the darkness. He soon returned with a healer in tow. Out of manner he knocked on Luna's door before entering. "Luna, you've had quite the troubled sleep. I brought a healer to see you. Maybe there is something she can do to help you?" He questioned, unsure if Luna wanted aid or not.

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"My scars..." she gasped out, she needed the burning to stop, needed the pain gone. The dream was so real, Abd then when she saw the dark lord...she trembled. There had been evil in her dreams, and evil in her mind.

Markus opened the door wider to let the healer in. The healer walked over to Lona and perched on her bed. "Where does it hurt?" She asked softly, her voice soothing and welcoming. Markus moved to stand in the corner, his arms crossed over his chest. If only he could have seen what had haunted her dreams, although it did not take alot of imagination to guess. He wished she had not looked into Galadriel's mirror. Still the past could not be changed.

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"My...back...burning..." she gasped out again, her scars felt red hot. "Please...the burns..." she gritted her teeth, wanting the healer to hurry.

The healer gingerly helped Lona onto her side. She applied a cold compress to Lona's back, brushing it over her scars. "How does that feel?" She asked softly, glancing at Markus. These scars were old there was no reason for them to be painful anymore. Markus simply shrugged his shoulders, confused himself.

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She flinched against the sudden cold, but nodded. "Better." she said, biting her lip. The scars had turned a light pink again, ok'd but showing original signs of the injury that had occurred.

"Markus hold this compress for me will you?" Markus nodded and walked over to them. He gently brushed the cold compress over Lona's scars. "I have a cream that should have a lasting effect on the scars. So long as it is applied regularly in small doses." The healer instructed as she pulled a vial from her bag. She patted Markus's hands away and carefully applied the cream to Lona's skin. "Has this happened before?" she asked curiously, her brow furrowed.

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"No..." she said. It had been her dream, and the dark Lord. "Sauron.." she said beneath her breath, remembering the dark figure, and fire.

The healer pressed the vial into Markus' hands. "Administer it when necessary. She should be alright for now though." She smiled softly to Lona before departing. Markus watched as she left, clenching the vial tightly in his hands. "What about Sauron?" He asked Lona, raising his brows.

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"He...he was in my dream...he...caused all of it to happen." she stammered. She knew she hadn't told Markus about seeing Sauron in the mirror. "He was there." she said, as though that explained it all.