another dream

Today I dreamed about the Fellowship of the Ring (might be signs of withdrawal), a rather drunken troup (huh?), guesting in what would be called a country inn, in the inn´s garden, under the shadow of old trees. None of them was sober, least of all Aragorn who threw up a few times (gross, I know). The Hobbits were asleep almost all the time, on seat cushions snitched out of the public room, in a tent made of table cloths (why does that remind me of my childhood?). Ringbearer was Legolas, who had kept the precious item in his trousers pocket, from where Thorin (who does not belong here at all) tried to snatch it, which made the elf insane (who would like to feel foreign fingers rummaging about at such an intimate place?). Every once in a while a horde of orcs would come into the picture, scudding down from the neighbouring hills. Then the ale-benches would be turned up in defence (there were a few arrows involved), and Aragorn would stagger to get the horses-and Thorin´s pony, with Legolas standing aside, waiting for the dwarf trying to mount one of the big horses (apparently dwarves weren´t allowed to ride into war on ponies, hence the attempts to reach the horseback). Of course Thorin never managed to get on the horse, in this case not because of the inherent shortness of dwarves but because of the high heels he was wearing. Imagine: a dwarf, armed to the teeth, gathering up what looked like a leather dress with frills, staggering towards the horse, in my daughter´s shoes! No wonder I woke up laughing loudly! And most certainly I won´t forget hubbies confused face, being awoken at five in the morning by a wife apparently gone mad!