Elves

~Dol Amroth~

Oh sweet memories, these visions, these echoes of long past. They flicker before your eyes like rain, where each crystalline drop holds a certain image, a feeling, a sound, a smell, or everything all at once. Some come and go quick as a flash of lightning, while others linger in your view for what feels like eternity.

Eregiel and Calentauriel rode at an easy pace, conversing as they travelled south.

'Nésa,' Eregiel addressed her sister, 'I have given Éowyn's circumstance much thought, particularly since our parting from the Grey Company.'

'Have your thoughts about her changed?' asked Calentauriel.

Before the Grey Company began their ride from Blackroot to Pelargir, Halbarad Dúnadan approached the sisters Eregiel and Calentauriel. He walked solemnly yet with purpose. 

'Hail, ladies of the Golden Wood! The purpose of your long journey has been accomplished. The Grey Company shares your joy in the success of this mission. Now has come the time that we part ways for the Grey Company rides to war.'

Halbarad continued his speech.

'Something I overheard has been troubling my mind, nésa,' Calentauriel said to her sister.

'What is it, nésa?' Eregiel asked.

'I did not intend to eavesdrop, but shortly after the Grey Company met the party of riders on the road I overheard Elrohir convey a message from his father to Elessar: The days are short. If thou art in haste, remember the Paths of the Dead.' (1)

~Eregiel's Dream~

'Despite all warnings we have ridden to Isengard, nésa,' said Calentauriel. 'For what purpose?'

'Closure, nésa,' Eregiel answered. 'I want to see for myself that Isengard is truly overthrown. Thenafter shall my mind find peace.'

'You will receive no argument from me, nésa,' her sister replied.