Adastrea quickly stood and backed away, holding her head up showing no fear. "My name is Adastrea" She spoke softly but sternly. She looked at the man before her noticing the friendly look and not quite sure whether she bought it or not. She was in Mordor, none there showed kindness or mercy, why should this one? She did not speak anything to him, did not beg to be released or to have him stop her torture. She just stood there looking right back at him.

"I am very sorry of these cirmunstances... I have not been informed of any prisoners here... until now and I must apoligize for all that you have gone trough these past years Adastrea..."

He inspected her for a while without a word and let out a slight laugh.

"I had no idea that anyone could have survived the torture so long... but this is all probably Deawen`s idea you see because I see torture as a brutal act since I am more committed to reading and spellcasting... but now that I have found you I shall offer you a nice place under me here in mordor... away from the pain and dirt, you would be a free here in Mordor in some areas and you would be trained to protect yourself in the future so that you wouldn`t be captured like this..."

He sighed slightly.

"I know you don`t believe and suspect me as you have every right to be, but please... think about it at least for your sake..."

He turned and walked to the head of the stairs, he turned.

"Do you need more time or are you a quick decision maker.."

quick or perhaps just too hasty......

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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 come down here and offer me a better life, but still a life in hell." She muttered. "This is not the first time I have been in Mordor, I know how it goes. What is the catch, there is no way you are doing this out of the kindness of your own heart. Am I to become your slave? Your little messanger girl? I would like to know before I make a decision."

Deawen waited for him to leave before shreicking her contained rage the flame that she was forming was now a raging ball Deawen did not set anything on fire she had no time she had to see the prisoner before he did Deawen went through the secreat door behind the bookcase.

Deawen did not beat him to the prisoner but none the less she heard what was said about her.

"Me? yes i suppose i am the cold unfeeling one of the tower..." Deawen replied behind Melachor her voice was icy and dripping with sarcasim "move I want to see her!" Deawen demanded shoving Melanchor aside Deawen looked at the girl "how did you survive?" Deawen voice was soft as she tried to understand the matter " i suppose he asked you to join him" she asked pointing to Melachor "well if you do side with him fine but i promise the torture will stop either way..."

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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 looked at the woman who was now with them. She was not used to other people, for the only faces she had seen were those of orcs and the nazgul...she shuddered, Sauron knew who she was. She returned her attention to the two before her, trying to figure out what to say so as not to give away who she was. "I do not know...they burned me, cut me, stabbed me, beat me, tore my flesh from my back and then left me to bleed to death, but I never did...the Valar must be watching over me." She said quietly.

Deawen shuddered she knew very well those terms she was only saved from that fate because her father begged Sauron to take her as a gift. though Deawen showed respect for Sauron the painfull memories of being dragged from her mothers arms into a world that was unfeeling and cruel.

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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

(Finally starting my rp-ing Oh, and thanks Morwen1 for the welcome! )

A soldier came up to the small group by the dungeon cell and saluted smartly. "My Lady," he said, turning to Deawen and bowing, "My captain wishes a word with you. It's about...trouble with one of the prisoners."

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Melachor smiled at Adastrea for her suggestions, then Deawen and the soldier came. Melachor waited patiently and smiled at Adastrea.

"And that is why you survived Adastrea, but I assure you there is no catch in this because we know that we cannot really turn you to a slave and no torture will do so I am just offering a place to live for some pieces of knowledge that I might be interested in... I am a man of peace usually unlike Deawen here I respect other beings and see what they are capable of, but most of all suited for..."

Melachor threw his hair back and poked Deawen with his staff.

"Now... get out of the way... go...go along with your little soldier boy here..."

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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!

She raised an eyebrow, "Suited for what?" She glanced at Deawen and the soldier. She waited for an answer, not really sure if the man before her was telling her the truth.

Melachor laughed slightly and turned at her.

"In every other case I would have the answer, but you are different... and that is something what I wnt to know and learn...good enough for an answer?"

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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!

She hesitated slightly and nodded, "Alright...I'll....I'll go with you..." She was not completely sure if this was a wise decision, but it would get her out of this cold dark cell. She was hungry, cold, and wet.

Melachor smiled as she finally agreed and took few steps.

"Good...now follow me..."

They walked trough the dungeon hallway and the only sound was the cloping of Melachors staff until he suddenly began to speak.

"Tell me honestly Adastrea.... do you think me as somesort of monster or a bad person because I serve the dark lord?"

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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!

"I think anyone who serves the dark lore needs to rethink their life" She mumbled as she followed him. She looked around cautiously, never having been anywhere but the torture chambers. She hated how dark it was and how evil it looked.

Melachor shrugged and sighed at the same time before walking out of the dungeons, he walked into a big room and then procceeded to door few feet away. He opened the door revealing a bed chamber, he walked in and looked at around then turned at her.

"You can rest here, I`ll have someone bring some water and food if you wish to... if Deawen drops by tell her that I have something to say to her and I`ll be in the library...or...well.."

Melachor looked around grinning.

"If this place even has one..."

He walked out of the room....

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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 walked in and nodded slightly. She wasn't sure that she wanted Deawen to come in, he had made her out to be a monster. She hesitantly laid on thebed when he left and tried to get some sleep. She found it after a time.

Melachor looked at her for a while from the door that was slightly open and closed it finally with a smile on his face, he procceeded to some servants and told them to take her food and water when she would be awake.

He finally sat down in a hall burning his pipe and looking at a small fire in the fireplace of somesort.

And soon Deawen is behind me questioning me...

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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!