✧ (for miriel :**)

Ah, my queen, for you a wondrous device; I bring you this gift from the gardens of Lorien itself, for I know the waking world pleases you not. Rest, dear jewel, and let the cares of this harsh world pass from you in the realm of dreams. 
Let mist drown your sorrow, lift you from the troubled present. Sleep is the better half of life; more delicious than any food or drink. Let it take you. 

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