Melachor calmly raised his hand and whispered some words sending a spreaded bolt of frost against the fire, then conclusion was that there was water on the floor between them.

"Lovely trick... but let`s see how you can manage against this?"

Melachor concentrated and shot out a swarm of magic bolts that glowed a a white spark, a simple spell, but worked as a distraction as Melachor continued with a huge bolt of frost that was in the shape of a shard flying towards Deawen ready to impale her shoulder.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Deawen stood her ground till she saw the water then the frost then the sparks. the sparks did not fase her but she saw the shard Deawen stepped back it was ice Deawen reacted by trying to create a fire shield but she was too nervouse and it failed the shard pierced the shield then into her shoulder Deawen screamed not because it was a shard but it was water she pulled it out quickly she collasped to the ground writhing in pain.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Melachor smiled grimly and sighed sadly at the same time.

"And I thought that you would have had more talent than that dear Deawen... well tell me then... girl... where is your arrogance now? Where is your usual bold spirit?"

Melachor walked to her and looked at her.

"What a pity..."

Melachor stepped back waiting for her to get up.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

'' You!" Deawen hissed she took deep breath her hands trembled as she tried to get up " I stillhave that bold sprit Melachor it's just i hate water it pains me alot!" she said between clenched teeth.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Blushing, Leofwyn sat back down. She was unsure of what to say in the situation.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Melachor looked around with his eyes in amazement and confusement.

"Water?!... this is surely interesting... you are afraid of... water....or as you said it pains you... strange... but... then this will prove more... interesting..."

Melachor lighted a fire in his other hand and a frost in his other, he threw a frost bolt towards Deawen, but so that it would go above her as the fire melted it dropping water on her.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Deawen could not react in time she was to spent to do any thing the water hit her and she screamed the water steamed and hissed as it hit her she writhed around again, Deawen stopped moving for moment.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Deawen laid still she was breathing heavly her eyes open but not focused she closed her eyes then opened then focusing on Melachor "i hate you!" she seethed "what was that for?!" Deawen asked getting to her feet "you! You! argh! " Deawen sputtered there was red burn like spots on her arms and face were the water hit.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Melachor smiled.

"Humans are so easy to get angry or show their feelings unlike elves.. or someone like Adastrea... but what was that for? It was out of my pure curiosity...."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"grr... I hate water as i said but no you have to test and challenge every thing i do!" Deawen shouted her power rose then out of nowhere she was engulfed in flame it spreaded outwards then just as quick as it started it was gone and so was Deawen.

Deawen appeared in her room she collasped to the floor she saw leofwyn and she quickly got to her feet the burns visible she felt disgraced but not bad tempered like she normally would. "Leofwyn in a box over there is a bottle of oil bring it here please." Deawen pointed to the box on the shelf
"have you eaten yet?" she asked sitting down in her chair near the fire.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Leofwyn went to the box and retrived the vial of oil. She was careful of touching any pointy parts of the vial, sure not to cut her finger. The childhood faerytales had always terrified her. "Yes I have eaten. Would you like me to get you something?"

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Estel cocked her head and grinned slyly.
"I'm not afriad of death. But if its your choice... well... then apparently you've been captive too long. This air is tainted, each breathe is inhailing foul air that fills the lungs with dark death."
she sighed.
"Ah, what it'd be like to run in the forest of Mirkwood again. The grass and leaves beneath my barefeet, the wind in my hair and the trees protecting me from above."
she looked at Adastrea sadly.
"You have been here way to long."

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<p><i>The only thing we have to fear is fear itself</i>
<p>
Come armed
or prepare to die
there is no other
end to this road.
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Adastrea shifted slightly in her seat. Mirkwood...she was elf friend? She hesitated and shrugged, "Every second here is too long, but if I will escape, more will haunt me then torture, for pain has lost its sting for me. Sauron knows what will haunt me and he will use it against me. I stay because I know it is not time to be free yet. I have escaped once before, I can do so again."

Adastrea glanced at the door every now and then. She was still reading the book she found about the Valar and needed to be ready to hide it under her long flowy sleeve if Melachor returned.

Deawen took the vail she opened it poured a little in her hands she rubbed her hands together then softly rubbed some of the oil on her wounds. "No I dont' need any thing right now" she said softly " i hate it here so much..." Deawen whined sittng further back in her chair.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Melachor sighed.

Impatient and foolish as ever...

He walked out of the room and closed in his library to read his books, but as he looked trough the shelfs he noticed something interesting that a book was missing and Adastrea could have been the only one to take it because books didn`t seem to interest Deawen.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Adastera continued to read, looking up occassionally when the girl spoke to her. She had no idea that Melachor would have any idea as to which book was missing. Reading this made her miss her homeland, it was rather accurate. It felt strange when she was mentioned in the book, though it did not say very much or go into detail, it did not even give her name. It described her as the 'raven haired Valar seemed to have stars in her eyes, no one seems to know what has become of her, but she carries the necklace of her mother around her neck always to remember her lineage.' She bit her lip slightly and picked up the necklace, holding the jewel in her hand.