It was the last night before the battle. Elenna lay awake for many hours before finally dropping off into dreams.
In her dream, she danced on a hilltop, wearing the blue dress and circlet that Galadriel had given her. All around her, the trees whispered "Tindomerel! Tindomerel!".
When she awoke, she could feel a slight pressure on her forehead. Putting up a hand, she realized that it was Tinuviel's circlet. She remembered the rest of her dream.
"Tindomerel?" Tiri mind-shouted as Elenna described her dream. "The trees called you Tindomerel? Elenna, that is Tinuviel in Quenya! The prophecy..."
"Yes? What about the prophecy?"
"Never mind. It will come to pass anyway. We have things to do today. Azruk is marching."
"I have a plan now! It just came to me!"
Dashing out of her tent, Elenna went to awake Glorfindel and the new dwarven commander. "I've got it! I know what we have to do. We have to get into Rivendell! We can skirt right around their army. They won't have many people left to guard, and we know it way better than they do!"
The army awoke and began to march. Unknowingly, they passed not 2 miles from where Azruk was marching to their camp.
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