For some days and nights Annuviel laid at the edge of the river. She knew not how long, for there was little in the way of light in the blackness of the tree limbs and none of it came from the sky. The morning dew never sat upon her cheek, nor did the twinkling of the stars in the late gloaming break through the canopy. She laid in silence, and a sort of quiet peacefulness kept her in a pleasant place between waking and slumber.
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Annuviel
