Melowen

There was a breath of fear amidst the four Eorlings. Two women, and two men; both men stood with their swords unsheathed, along with one of the women. The fourth was not one for fighting, but rather she was a gentle soul, a healer named Elfwyn; why she had come along with them was a queer mystery that was wrought in Ceorlgar's mind. He was one of the warriors, and there was sweat on his brow - he had never experienced such fear before, but beside him stood one who kept him hopeful in dark hours; she was Melowen, a shieldmaiden with a long sword and a fury unmatched by most.

It was sunset when two Riders arrived at the gates of Harwick, a man and a woman hailing of Snowbourn. They were tall in stature and mighty, but their faces were weary. When they were halted at the gate they swiftly claimed that they came to speak with Reeve Aldor Harding, sharing news. 

They've promised that dreams can come true,
but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.