She looked up from the candle, staying quiet for a moment then looked back at it as if there was nothing else around her. "It used to be calming....no longer. The fire I was put through started with just a small flame, the size of this, but it grew.... I can still feel the flames...the heat...I can still hear their laughter each time I screamed..." Her voice faded, she blinked after a while and looked away from the candle.

"Memories and the scars of the past are truly a difficul thing for some, well for me there is... well.. haha... I don`t even want to disguss about that situation..."

Melachor slightly grinned and closed the book, he placed it back on the shelf and walked to his journal to write something.

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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!

Adastrea watched him curiously, wondering what he was writing down in the journal. She chose not to ask, not wanting him to say she was rude for inquiring about something that she had no business in.

Melachor wrote the text and looked at the book for a while, he hmphed after a while and walked away from it towards the library door. He walked out without a word and closed the door behind him.

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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!

Adastrea watched him in slight confusion. She waited a while to make sure that he would not return and stood to her feet, curiosity getting the best of her. SHe looked in the book and started to read what he had written...

Deawen stood up as Sauron entered the room she bowed deeply. she sat down once he sat down Deawen waited for matters to begin one after another leaders, captians, and orcs came in reported news, swore alligence, or were condemed.
Deawen had no intrest in the matters though Sauron would sometimes ask her opinoin. she would not answer by her hearts judgment instead by majority.

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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 knew of the meeting and usually didn`t bother, but since Deawen was there he decided to drop by. After a teleportal spell Melachor was stading in the hall and walked behind Deawen.

"Boring isn`t it?"

(Deawen! You`ve forgotten to reply to the Hunter becomes hunted rp! so answer so that can procceed as well)

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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!

someones cranky! Curunir....)

Deawen sighed when she heard Melachor behind her "come to torment me?" she asked

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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

"I don`t know, have I? No I think not and besides what you call torment I call learning..."

Melachor slightly bowed at Sauron whose attention was elsewhere and Melachor began leaning on a statue behind Deawen.

"So... are you still wanting to be teached?"

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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!

teached? is that a word Morwen? i thought it was taught but okay... although this is very much like the time "someone" spelled "whole" like "hole")

Deawen rolled her eyes she rested her chin on her hands "hmm well lets see i would have a better chance learning to control the gift without water or sarcastic remarks...." Deawen said " if thats the way you intend on teaching me well...i have no way of stopping you it's your way of teaching.." Deawen stopped for a moment "how do you fare with this new girl of yours?" Deawen asked "she seems very confident in her self a true rarity you know i would not let that go to waste...maybe i should meet with her..." Deawen said she smiled then got up bowed to Sauron and vanished.

Deawen reappered next to Adastrea "finding anything intersting?" Deawen asked

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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

Adastrea jumped and put the book down when Deawen appeared before her. She backed away slightly, "No...do you want something?"

Deawen smiled softly "your jumpy....and yes i wanted to meet you...i heard so much about you i thought why not?"

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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

Adastrea nodded slightly wondering how much Melachor had told her, she shifted a little, "Sorry, I am not used to people appearing without warning..."

WHen Deawen said she had wished to meet her she hesitated, "I suppose you have met me...I am not the best company, sorry...." She said quietly.

best of company? i love talking to people i don't get to very often you know"

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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

She nodded in complete understanding. Deawen did not seem the monster Melachor put her out to be. "Being in a cell for two years does not allow much room for company" SHe said with a slight smile.

Deawen smiled but it quickly faded "two years? it seems an eternity for i have been here for so long i have forgoten the outside world ..." Deawen sighed "i was taken from my home to be in Saurons court only to keep my father from withdrawing his armies..."

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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