Anarya rubbed her arms of the night cold that had crept up upon them in the forest. She stared at the man, hoping he would awaken.
"Are all mortals as foul as he?" She wondered to herself.
Anarya felt her stomach jump to her throat as the mortal stirred. He sat up rubbing his head. Anarya felt Rudhchamion stiffen beside her. Legolas straightened as well, his eyes intent upon the dark figure as it rose, looking around in confusion. Anarya held her breath as he turned in their direction...
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Snow white! Snow White! O' Lady Clear! O' Queen Beyond the Western Seas!
O' light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees!
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