[Brinniel]

Though Radagast had cleaned Calentoliel's wound, he was not quick enough to save her from the fever that would nearly take her life.

As the fever raged through her body, Calentoliel dreamt of her enemies.

The cloaked creature came at her again and again, taunting and teasing her with images of itself, none seeming to be real. It clawed and tore at Calentoliel, never seeming to lose strength. It kept her from the others, who continued their endless search for her. And then, suddenly, from out of nowhere, a dark shape came at Calentoliel- the Black Beast. The cloaked creature- the beast's servant or other half had distracted Calentoliel from seeing Death itself.

Calentoliel awoke with a start, her mouth open in a silent scream. She shivered, cold from the sweat that soaked her to the bone. But her fever still raged.
Someone held her hand and Calentoliel opened her eyes to see who it was. It was an effort wasted, for her sight was blurred. She blinked several times in an effort to focus her eyes, but to no avail.
Calentoliel heard voices, though she could not understand what was being said. She tried to call out to the voices, but nothing came out. She tried to sit up, but discovered that she could not, and instead turned sideways, coughing up blood.
Hands gently placed Calentoliel on her back again as she gasped for breath. The hands stroked her chest softly, relaxing Calentoliel and easing her pain.
The last thing Calentoliel heard before she drifted back into a dreamless sleep were the whispers of an ancient tongue. It was a language that Calentoliel had recognized almost immediately. It was the language of her songs.