Anarya smiled at the elf's reply. She was happy to finally be able to see what was beyond the confines of the forest.
"So when do we start?" She asked, a little higher in pitch than how she had meant for it to sound.
Rudhchamion did not answer. His face was cold and stern, his eyes were fixed on the lightening horizon.
"Rudhchamion?" She said again and stood walking over to where the elf sat.
She looked in the direction he was staring. Though no mortal could see it, the imortal's eyes caught the figure of a stumbling man in the far distance.
"Thats the human Micanar, isn't it?" Anarya asked not taking her eyes off the east...
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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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