Anarya stood frozen. It felt as though fear choked her throat and quickened the beating of her heart, yet somehow in that one moment of ultimate terror and danger shards of a melody, a song long ago heard came into her memory, awakening her from her dreamlike state. Like pieces of a broken sword, gleaming and pure, they came.
"Do you know the song of the High Elves?" She asked rapidly looking over at Rudhchamion.
"I do!" said Khelek looking up at the elves.
"Then try to sing with me, and you and Taraphiel try to follow along with us. Perhaps it shall send these things away."
And with that the song began,
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
Gilthoniel! O Elbereth!
Clear are thy eyes and bright they breath!
Snow-White! Snow-White! We sing to thee
In a far land beyond the Sea
O stars that in the Sunless Year
With shining hand by her were sown
In windy fields now bright and clear
We see your silver blossom blown!
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees,
Thy starlight on the Western Seas.
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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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