"Nazgul!"
"Shut up! I know what they are!"
Aragorn stared at Addie as if she'd lost her mind. Maybe I have, she thought.
"Come, Addie! Run!"
She didn't obey. The Nazgul wouldn't hurt her, that much she knew. They may have just stabbed Frodo, and they could very well kill her, but Addie knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that they wouldn't hurt her. So she stood there on Weathertop, wind blowing her hair, staring into the dark abyss that was the Witch-King's face. Aragorn's warnings died on the wind as the Witch-King dismounted, glided toward her, and got down on one knee.
"Addison Payne," he said in that breathy, chilling voice of his, "It's time to get up."
"It...it what?"
"Addie, if you don't wake up now, you'll be late for breakfast. And you've seen how that one kid eats."
So it was a dream. The realization was at once disappointing and a relief. Disappointing, because this was the first time she'd dreamed about Middle-Earth, and a relief because she wasn't sure she wanted to be the Witch-King's ghost wife. Where would they honeymoon? What would their children look like? How would they get past the child welfare laws?
"Addie, come on! Get up!"
Addie reluctantly opened her eyes and stared at her roommate without expression. "Okay, I'm up. Ugh...what time is it?"
"Seven-thirty."
"And you're already dressed?"
"Yep."
Addie didn't ask how Elizabeth could be so chipper this early in the morning, but instead got out of bed, grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and wandered down the hall to the bathroom for a shower.