[Brinniel]

Calentoliel and Endereth traveled together in silence. They kept at a quick pace for several hours until they discovered a still figure lying not far ahead.
The two elves slowly approached the figure only to discover that it was a corpse. The body was so mangled, it was unrecognizable. They both studied the dead creature closely until Calentoliel realized who she was looking at. She swallowed hard, trying to hold back her tears.
"Bragoldal, my horse," she choked. "It is what I have suspected then. He is dead."
Endereth looked up at Calentoliel, her face white. "The black beast," she whispered. "It has killed the poor horse, along with the others."
"The black beast?" Calentoliel questioned, but Endereth did not have time to answer, for she was suddenly thrown down by a creature clad in black. The thing was was hooded so that only two glowing eyes were seen. It was on top of Endereth, who was struggling for her sword while it wrapped its dark hands around her neck. Calentoliel, who was just as surprised as Endereth, opened her mouth and without warning, began to sing.
Calentoliel's voice was different from any other living thing in Middle-earth. She sang words that though were unknown, sounded clear as day. Her song rang and echoed throughout the entire forest. And though many would find this song beautiful, the hooded creature did not. It howled in pain and shuddered, letting go of its grip on Endereth. Endereth gasped for breath as the creature fled. Calentoliel did not stop singing until the shadow of the black thing disappeared. She then glanced down at Endereth, who stared back at her with an amazed expression. Weak from her own song, Calentoliel fell back and rested against a tree and took a deep breath.