LOTR drabble

Lorien

He was lying on something soft - not soft enough for a bed, but softer than the ground he'd slept on for how many weeks? He was comfortably warm; there was no breeze tickling his nose or insects tickling his fingers. His stomach wasn't complaining that he had eaten too little, and his feet weren't telling him he had spent the day hiking much too far. It was almost perfect, second only to being at home.

But it was a dream, because there was the weight of an arm on his chest, and a body pressed close against his back.