Elves

Over the previous weeks errand-riders brought messages from Minas Tirth to Dol Amroth:

In mid-March the Battle of Pelennor Fields was fought. The Men of Gondor and their allies from Rohan successfully defended the White City. but it came at great cost. Denethor II, Ruling Steward and Lord of Minas Tirith, perished in a great fire. Théoden, King of the Rohirrim, fell in battle on the Pelennor Fields. Many other valiant Men fell besides.

When the black breath blows
and death's shadows grows
and all lights pass,
come athelas! come athelas! 
Life to the dying
in the king's Hand Lying! (1)

When Eregiel and Calentauriel entered the dining chamber they were told that they should be seated. A footman instructed that they should begin eating as soon as the food was brought, as Lothíriel had some affairs to attend to before she broke her fast. 

'Good morning, ladies,' Lothíriel greeted her guests. 'Please let us sit and be comfortable.'

Eregiel and Calentauriel courtsied, then took their customary seats once the princess was seated.

'I was told of yesterday's incident,' Lothíriel said with obvious concern. 'I hope you were not injured.'

Calentaurie turned to Eregiel and asked, 'Nésa, were you injured?"

'No, nésa, I was not injured,' Eregiel replied.

At breakfast the next morning Eregiel shared with Lothíriel and Calentauriel an account of her visions from that night.

~Eregiel's Third Vision~

'Éowyn!' Eregiel cried out, bolting upright from her sleep to a sitting position.

Awakened by her sister's cry, Calentauriel asked, 'What is it, nésa? You called out the name Éowyn in your sleep.'

'If my dream be true, Éowyn is dead.' Eregiel answered sadly.

'How tragic! Do you know how she died?' wondered Calentauriel.