Jardius smirked slightly.

"Pity me? Please... I could kill you if I could right now..."

Jardius placed his hand on the swords handle and raised his other hand towards Adastrea who arrived.

"She does not pity me for what I am, she perhaps hates me or is disgusted, but I need no pity only respect from those who are wise enough to show it..."

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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!

Cora turned to look at Jardius, "hast thou ever heard of sarcasm?" She turned away, ignoring the remainder of his statement as Adastrea entered.

Cora smiled and bowed low in respect. "Lady Adastrea... I am Coraliaera Nuonnathel, High Elf of Valinor, and Keeper of the Gems of Light." She was again honest, using her full title to remove doubt of her identity.

She stood straight again and her green eyes glanced Adastrea up and down, "you look well, milady, though rather worn and weary, I do not doubt."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Deawen looked at Thinren with a cold gaze she had no desire to see her once companions she got up and strode over to Thinren her arms crossed over her chest "am i free to go or am i still a a prisoner?" Deawen asked with a unmasked venom.

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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 was not used to being bowed to and shown the respect that the Valar recieve, for having been hidden for a couple thousand years. She nodded slightly, having heard of the Keeper of the Gems of LIght, but had never met her. At her observation Adastrea nodded slightly, "It has been a very tiring stay in Middle Earth..." She said softly.

Cora smiled kindly, "As it always is. I myself have been here for several years, though am privleged to return to Valinor ever so often, though the visits are far and few between."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Jardius had sat down with a hmph, but suddenly was back to hiimself and looked at the situation without a word as he leaned on his hand, which was on the chairs arm. He looked down ashamed for whatever had happened and pulled the swrd out of the table placing it before him on the table. He raised his look as they mentioned Valinor, he knew what Melachor knew and he would now say the same thing as Melachor would.

"Well that is good for you Cora, but what do you think happens if Adastrea returns there with Balor alive on middle earth? He knows who she cares about and he will be outraged so that he will kill everyone she ever cared for even the slightest bit... Thinren, Sen, Deawen and even me not to mention Melachor if he knows about him all tough Melachor seems qute confident that his existance is known by few...."

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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's gaze turned to the table as Jardius spoke. All these years she had been avoiding getting close to others, only to fail miserably now. And it was now she needed to be living a lonely life. She sighed, no matter what she did or where she went, Balor would always have something over her. She couldn't bring them into the wild with her. Balor was not happy with her feelings for Thinren, and she knew it, something which made Thinren the first target. She bit her bottom lip slightly, she had to fight him...

Deawen heard what was said and in her mind she thought "Nobody lives forever...." deawen didn't want to live forever but she had a deep dark feeling she would live longer than most humans for what ever reason.

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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

Thinren was listening in on the conversation when Deawen questioned him.
"You can go when you want."
He didn't look at her, too focused on the main topic of Adestrea.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

[!*#_:]

Deawen looked like she could shout out for joy she instantly vanished and reappered next to her horse "well Bredol want to do some hunting?" 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

Cora was distracted by Deawen vanishing, and a frown crossed her face breifly. She turned her attention to Jardius, who now seemed himself. "Ah, welcome back.... very true, master Jardius. I am afraid seeking Valinor would only cause more turmoil for her..."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Deawen stroked the neck of her great horse "ahh my friend we shall go to find this Balor. he seems to have caused much trouble to our friends" Deawen sighed as she lead the horse back up the slope

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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 stopped suddenly she had an idea!
what if she was to shape shift into Adastrea she couldn't do it alone she would need Melachors help.
Deawen sighed at the thought, she took a deep breath and vanished she reappered in an arena it was the only place she knew Melachor would be or atleast his servants. it was empty save for the shadows that lurked there
"I wish to speak with Melachor!" she yelled her voice echoing

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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 appeared into his chair with a relax position almost laying on his chair sideways, he had a small book in his hands and seemed to be reading it, but then placed it on the side of the chair with a smile.

"Well this is certainly unexpected of you Deawen..."

Melachor looked around.

"Funny that Sen is not with you or must have lost you along the way or the other way around, but of course Sen wasn`t in the meeting room... Anyway..."

Melachor chuckled.

"You need my help like your ancestor before you I presume since I wouldn`t presume you being here just for fun?"

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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 sighed "yes i need your help.." deawen suddenly felt small and helpless

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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 began sitting straight in the the chair and placed his hands together with his fingers tapping against each others.

"And what might I do for you?"

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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!