[Brinniel]

That night, Calentoliel had a dream for the first time in several weeks.

In the dream, Calentoliel was a little girl, perhaps ten or so. She was wandering in a dark forest, but was not alone. A small, dark figure walked next to her, bringing her comfort. The two wandered, with no particular destination.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a giant black serpent appeared, bearing its fangs. It struck out at them, and while Calentoliel's companion was able to dodge the serpent in time, she could not. Poisonous fangs sunk deep into her shoulder as she cried out in pain. After what seemed like moments, the serpent let go of Calentoliel and disappeared, satisfied at what it had done.
Calentoliel collapsed onto the ground, trying to stay conscious. Her companion ran to her aid and dragged her beside a tree for shelter. Calentoliel looked into the other's dazzling green eyes, which belonged to a frightened dark haired girl, not much older than herself. Tears streamed down the girl's face as she held Calentoliel close.
"Oh, Calie, how sorry I am," she weeped. "I was supposed to protect you and I have failed. Now you must stay here and be brave. I will go and find Radagast."
"No, don't leave me here," Calentoliel whispered. "I am afraid."
The girl smiled sadly. "I know you are. But Radagast is a powerful wizard and he will know what to do. That is why I must go to him. I promise I won't be long." And with that, the girl disappeared, leaving a trail of magic behind her.
Calentoliel waited for what seemed like hours. Finally, she could wait no longer. Darkness swam over her body and she knew of nothing more.

Calentoliel awoke in a cold sweat. She sat up, shivering in the darkness. Although she tried to take her mind off it, all she could think about was the dream. Calentoliel had this dream before, but it had been much more vague. She sat there pondering for several minutes. What could this dream possibly mean?
Calentoliel's thoughts were interrupted when she heard someone stir not far from her. She looked up and discovered that it was the mysterious woman. Though she seemed to finally have found some sleep, the woman was quite restless. Then, without warning, her green eyes opened, and Calentoliel gasped in shock. Recognition flooded her once again. It was the girl from the dream.
"Rothallë," she whispered, as if she had known that name all her life.