[Brinniel]

Calentoliel eagerly took up the opportunity to share a room with Endereth that night. Both spoke in quiet, excited voices, catching up with each other on what they had missed in the past 1,000 years. Neither of them were willing to sleep.
"Where is Rothalle?" Ender suddenly asked, changing the subject of their conversation. "Why is she not with you?"
Calentoliel sighed. "Rothalle made a decision that I could not stop her from doing," she responded softly. "She has passed west with the other elves. Only ten years has my sister been gone and I still miss her greatly."
"I'm sorry, Calen," the other elf consoled. "I know you love Rothalle very much and it must have been difficult to see her go. But at least you will see her again someday."
Calentoliel nodded. "I suppose." Feeling sadness sweep over her, the elf made an attempt to change the subject. "Right now, my mind is focused on the happenings in Fangorn," she stated. "I do not know much about these troubles, but I cannot stop thinking about them."
"Aye," Ender nodded in agreement. "I have been the same. That is why I have decided to help try to solve this problem. Will you do the same?"
Calentoliel shook her head. "I do not know, yet," she said. "I have been quite content these past 1,000 years on avoiding danger rather than walking into it. I nearly died in the Blue Mountains. You should know I've never had the spirit of a warrior. But then again, knowing that men and children are being killed by the day breaks my heart. I feel that I must help."
Endereth nodded, understanding. "I do hope you come along with us, though. You may end up being quite useful to us. And, I would enjoy your company." The ranger smiled.
Calentoliel returned the smile. "I know you are thinking of my songs, Ender," she said. "I really do hate to use my magic often, but if it's necessary.... I will think on my descision tomorrow."

But as she went to sleep, Calentoliel knew she already made her decision.