[Brinniel]

As Mattius and Radagast led the group on, Calentoliel kept at the back. She walked alone, as it was something she had grown used to in her years of solitude.

As darkness approached, the conversations between companions died down to only a whisper. A cool breeze blew, causing the trees to sway ever so slightly. Calentoliel shivered as she looked about uneasily.

"Feeling lonely?" Endereth asked as she appeared at the other elf's side.
Calentoliel smiled at her old friend. "Perhaps," she responded. "But I have grown used to it."
"Aye," Ender nodded solemnly. "I know what you mean. It is strange to spend so many years alone, then suddenly bring yourself into a company so large."
The wind picked up as she said this, causing Calentoliel to frown.
"Do you hear that?" Calen whispered.
"Hear what?"
"Voices in the wind. They speak in whispers barely audible. But I can hear them. Can you?"
The two elves walked together for several minutes in silence before Endereth nodded.
"Aye, I do hear them," the ranger said. "We are getting close."