Sofia's life was monotonous.
As a child she dreamed of living a life full of adventures, she was not like the other girls who thought they were princess, marry enchanted prince or be a housewife, she did not want to know the world, discover her mysteries and discover new horizons.
She wanted to be like Indiana Jones, to know ancient civilizations and even discover secrets long lost.
In adolescence, her desire for knowledge was deeper, because she was from a poorer family, she suffered many times, she had to stop buying the items she needed to complete her studies, but there was no giving up, she studied and learned where she could, she fought with nails and teeth to make your dream come true, go to college, become famous, and repay your parents.
However, the world was cold and cruel, as she had to abandon her dreams when they died, leaving her in debt.
Now she had not only had to fight for her studies but also had to bring home money, and pay the debts her parents left to look after her.
she got a job as a waitress at a local cafeteria that only paid enough to put food on the table and pay some bills.
Many times she had to stop eating to be able to pay her debtors, who were petty people always charging more and more.
On the positive side, the owner of the cafe was a lovely and gentle elderly woman, she had helped a lot when she needed it most, always giving a tip or leftover of the day for her to take home.
But today...
"Here, Sofia, for the good service".
It was very different.
"Mrs. Helena, why are you giving this to me?".
In one of the old woman's hands was the bag of leftovers that she always gave her in the other a small silver necklace with a simple leaf pendant, although it was beautiful and delicate, it had a captivating aura, which hypnotized me, making me want put it on and never take off.
"That is why wanted , is my gift to you, as far as I remember, tomorrow will be your birthday and how will you be off , I decided to give you your present in advance.". replies the lady, in a hoarse and gentle tone, while giving me the objects.
"That ... it's very kind of you, Mrs. Helena, but you didn't need to buy me a necklace, a small cake would be enough". I say in a shaky voice, picking up both packages.
"Bah nonsense, you deserve this and more, the young people of today do not respect the older ones anymore nor do they strive to accomplish what they desire, they are rude, lazy, and badly educated, you my girl and something very rare, it is for it deserves a gift ". said Helena, shaking the finger to the girl while speaking.
"Besides, this jewelry was not very expensive, I managed to buy it in an antique store nearby". said the old woman.
"Oh, thank you very much, Mrs. Helena". said the girl.
"Come on, now go ....it's already getting late and I don't want anything to happen while I go home".
"Okay, see you the day after tomorrow".
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The return home was quiet and without any problem, she was lucky because the collector was not waiting for her.
Right after the shower, dressed, and fed Sofia gets ready for bed, when she gets to her bed she gets ready and turns to change the alarm, but something catches her eye, the necklace that was on the furniture next to the clock , it shone slightly as if it is called.
Taking it Sofia looks intensely at the object, moving it from side to side, mesmerized by its charm, acting impulsively she puts it on and is surprised to feel it was hot.
Unawares, she lies down, turns off the light and prepares to sleep.
....
Tall, clear tree trunks rise around it, the great gaps between them denying its size.
Although it does not follow a clear path, no shrubs hinder its path; her continues in a sinuous line, golden brown leaves falling to the ground around it in lazy arcs and loops.
There is a small harp in his hands, with curves of silver metal and golden reflections embedded in it, had a designer very similar to that of ivy with small flowers blooming on its branches.
She does not remember learning to play the harp, but even so, her fingers twist skillfully over the strings, pulling gold to produce a beautiful melody she has never heard before.
Dressed in a long dress, whose colors were mixed in a beautiful degrade, with silver embroidery on the chest , that she did not remember wearing, the sleeves that were cut in two flowed gracefully by the breeze , moving like leaves blown by the wind.
Brown leather boots that she does not remember receiving leave no impression on the earth as she walks.
Her long brown hair, gently curly, falls loose beyond her waist, although she doesn't remember having it that long.
She does not know how long she has been walking through the pale, unchanging forest before the urge to sing takes over.
O Gil-galad i Edhelchír
dim linnar i thelegain :
Im Belegaer a Hithaeglir
Aran ardh vethed vain a lain.
Gariel maeg ech Gil-galad,
Thôl palan - gennen, ann-vegil;
A giliath arnoediad
Tann thann dîn be genedril.
Dan io-anann os si gwannant
A m as, ú-bedir ithronath;
An gîl dîn na-dúath di-dhant,
vi Mordor, ennas ca ed a gwath.
She does not recognize the song, or the language, or even her own voice, but somehow she understands, and as the frighteningly beautiful voice that cannot belong to her weaves in and out of the harp's sad notes, she cries for Gil- Galad the Elven King. It is only when the final note sounds, clear as a crystal bell, that something finally changes in the unchanging wood.
"Daro."
The voice of an ethereal and velvety woman intones the word with absolute authority. Stop.
She turns gently on her heels to face the speaker, her fingers finally stopping on the harp strings.
She is a few feet away, a familiar, tall, and graceful figure in a shiny silver dress, shining like a fallen star against the pale wood. Long silver and golden hair spill in waves over his shoulders, intertwined with silver threads and jewels that seem to culminate in a circle on his forehead. Intense, unusually blue eyes penetrate him. A mind grazes hers, curious, and she knows, without knowing it, that it is her mind that she feels, and her mind that gave the command its ethereal double timbre.
She tilts her head to the side with curiosity.
"Man le?" she asks, making no move to approach. Who are you?
Silence falls over the forest as she considers the question.
When she speaks, words that she does not remember learning smoothly flowing in her language, she is quite surprised by the response.
"Nonue," she whispers. No one.
Then the pale wood disappears and suddenly it is Sofia Preston who is blinking dazedly at the ceiling of her apartment, moaning the young woman rolls over on the bed, feeling the alarm, turning it off instantly.
Sleepy and with the memories of her strange dream, Sofia gets up to start her day, when she stumbles, in which she instinctively leans on the dresser and automatically looks at the object in which she stumbled.
It is what she sees instantly wakes her up.
'What the hell'. she thinks a little hysterical, sitting on the bed looking down in a dazed way.
There on the ground where her had stumbled was a beautiful silver harp with golden highlights.
The same instrument she played in her dream.
Her heart thundered, she didn't believe what she was seeing, her mind frantically searched for answers to that situation.
But
For more denies Sofia knew .....
This dream ... is not like any other she has ever had, she knew it was important and had the feeling that this is clearly an omen of what is to come.
Whether it was good or not, the young woman did not know
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Music translation:
About Gil-galad the Elven-king
sad sing [pl.] the harpers:
between Great-sea and Misty-mountains
king [of] reign last fair and free.
Holding sharp-spear [of] Gil-galad,
helm afar-seen, long-sword;
and stars unnumbered
show [the] shield his like [a] mirror.
But ago-long from now [he] passed
and where, not-say [pl.] loremasters;
for star his to-darkness down-fell,
in Mordor, there lays shadow.