'Éowyn!' Eregiel cried out, bolting upright from her sleep to a sitting position.
Awakened by her sister's cry, Calentauriel asked, 'What is it, nésa? You called out the name Éowyn in your sleep.'
'If my dream be true, Éowyn is dead.' Eregiel answered sadly.
'How tragic! Do you know how she died?' wondered Calentauriel.









