When she saw his face, Anarya could not help but feel a deep sympathy for the stranger.
The stranger was a male elf with a sad drawn face, weathered with many wrinkles that had come from frowning.
Though the sound of her name being uttered from the stranger's lips made her stomach jump and skin crawl. What did the stranger know of her, an elf maid of no consequence.
She looked over at Rudhachamion for any clue to why they stated her name, but the dark elf looked deep in thought.
"Why-" Anarya began to ask Novannon before she could stop herself, but just as that one word escaped from her lips, the elf known as Tinuiel and the stranger turned to the three shadowed figures in the hidden eaves of the trees...
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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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