. . . . . . . . "The Amronal's Spell"@en . . "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."@en . . . "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."@en . .