Night seemed to be cast upon the wood, even though Anarya knew that it was mid day. The fog from the forest floor rose to the tree tops, drenching the elve's clothing with a soggy mist and dampening the pup's white coat to a dismal gray. The world seemed still, waiting and watching for the companions. The once friendly forest became their enemy, to betray them at any minute.
Anarya sat still for what seemed like an eternity. The fog was so thick now she could barely make out the forms of Khelek and Rudhchamion. Then by some miricle, a few stray sun rays cut their way through the heavy blanket of mist, burning the evil smog to nothing but air, and then the world seemed light again, filled with sunshine.
Anarya relaxed, her muscles felt like silk now, leafy and uncontrolable. She sank down in the tree branch, clinging to the mighty oak's trunk with relief.
"What was that?" She asked Rudhchamion wearily...
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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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