"I am sorry..." Her voice faded and she looked down. "This is my second time here...the first was when Melkor ruled. I was here for thirteen years then..."

Melachor sighed, but soon got a new thing to have his eyes placed on, Sauron was calling him nearer, obviously for a private conversation and Melachor knew what it was about. Melachor stepped forwards and came closer.

"Your report?"

"Of course my lord..."

Melachor came closer as the others in the room left trough the doors.

"She seems... grieving and she seems to be cold all tough she is immortal, but getting to the point I think that she is softening up and that not even your nazgûl could do... with their torture... and you can feel it my lord can`t you?"

Sauron nodded and an orc servant came out with a scroll that Melachor accepted as a reward for a job well done.

"But my lord I think that she can be finally broken when your victory is complete..."

Melachor bowed and teleported away, he appeared in the library and saw Deawen with Adastrea, he hid behind a shelf and listened.

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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!

your being sneaky Curunir...)

Deawen listened "tell how is Melachor treating you?" Deawen asked resting her chin on her hands

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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 shrugged slightly, "Alright I suppose. He asks a lot of questions and sometimes I wonder if their is a reason other than learning more about my kind behind it, but I answer...some of them that is." SHe sat down with a sigh.

sounds awful to me" Deawen sighed Deawen got to her feet suddenly "well lovely chat really but i must go things to do ya know..." Deawen said she waved and was gone. she appered behind Melachor "boo!" she shreicked she flicked the back of his neck and was gone...
(ha ha sorry couldnt resist!)

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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

(Teached is actually a word. )

Morwen listened to the talk around her, jumping when Deawen diasappeared and reappeared rapidly. "Goods (goodness)," she muttered to herself.

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

shhhh don't tell him that!

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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 watched as she disappeared from sight. She sighed slightly and walked out of the library to sit in front of the fire to stay warm. She worried that she had lost her immortality. She sat silently as she stared into the flames.

Deawen grinned when she saw Leofwyns face. "i do that alot.."

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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 stood there calmly very aware of Deawen`s capabilities, he hmphed loudly and walked to Adastrea muttering something to himself.

"Ignorant and stubborn as always... and sadly that will be the way she dies.."

Melachor stopped to look at Adastrea with the scroll in his hands.

"Had a nice chat with 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!

Adastrea looked up confused, then sighed slightly. "It was nice having someone else to talk to for a change" SHe said. "I take it you listened in on it"

"Well of course I was since she was kind enough to inform about her intentions while we were... well where we were doesn`t exactly matter... but anyway I guess that change is a good thing... but that is the way of the world..."

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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 looked up slightly, "Her intentions? And what were her intentions? For this whole time you spoke of her as if she were a monster, while that is not what I saw her as."

"Her intentions to visit you I mean, but a monster? No, not in the name of the dark lord himself no... she is quite nice, if you are nice to her, but for me she is just a nuisance and most annoying from time to time..."

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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 was about to say something, but before she insulted the man, she bit her tongue, thinking it is probably because of the company if she annoys him so. She turned back to look at the fire silently. "So, what is it that you wrote in that journal you keep, before you left to wherever it was you were going?"

"Oh where? Just to see the dark lord that`s all..."

Melachor placed the scroll on the table.

"And what did I write? Let`s just say that I wrote that I see the day of decisions, deeds and death coming at us so fast that we won`t have time to react and fate has taken the destinies of all in it`s hands..."

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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!