My Little sister the Empress

Rickard dreamed of his little sister.  He did this often.  Ever since her arrival the little thing had fascinated him.  He simultaneously dreaded that she would take all of his mother’s love and attention, and enjoyed the fact that he had someone younger than him who he could one day boss around. 

But in this dream, she seemed in no mood to be bossed around.  He watched before his eyes as the crying child sunk into the depths of a Weirwood, molding herself into a short Green creature that seemed one with the tree, one with all of nature. He knew somehow that this creature was a child of the forest.  As with all of his dreams the first thing he did when he awoke was tell his mother.