Noble of Gondor

Addiel awakens with tear stained cheeks, clutching blankets to her chest as her heart races with fear. Blinking through the haze of sleep, she recalls the dream that set the warning bells a toll in her heart. A man...standing alone amongst the ghastly field of gore and agony - whose features are proud and strong, noble and kind; a face, that she has become familiar with and at this moment longed to see.

"A vision of despair, or of victory?" she quietly asks herself as she reaches across the empty space of mattress beside her to the stack of parchments at her the bedside table. With a furious hand, and sleep still in her eyes, she begins to sketch, recording the image on paper before it begins to dissipate with the light of dawn. 

"Victory..." she assures herself, her lip curling upwards with child-like optimism.