De La Grande Bibliotheque de Tamriel
By Anonymous
Who has seen the Amronal of Valenwood?
I thought I saw her drifting toward me,
like a woman I knew a long time ago.
But that was a different place,
much colder and not nearly so full of trees.
That was before I opened my eyes and shook off the sleep.
Now I walk the forest, not as a hunter,
but as a prey, hoping for a hunter,
hoping to be tracked, caught, and killed.
Wispmother, ethereal and strange,
do not be a ghost to me.
Snow Elf, do not be a legend.
Release me from this restless enchantment,
wrap me in your spell,
and let the last word on my lips be your name:
Amronal.
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