The soldier looked around him, slightly confused. His captain still needed to speak with Lady Deawen. He had wondered if he should follow her when she rushed off so quickly, but he hadn't wanted to seem intrusive. Still, that conversation about the prisoner he'd mentioned was needed. With a sigh he started along the corrider, led by the burning smell and the singed look of the stone, till he found the room where Deawen's two handmaidens were.
"Excuse me, do you know where I might be able to find your mistress? My captain needs to speak with her..."

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Proud Frolass
Resident Elvengoth

Adastrea hesitantly mounted the horse and followed him. She looked over at him and hesitated. "What exactly are you?" She fell silent waiting for his answer as they rode. She wanted to run, but knew it would be foolish. "And what do you want with me, why not just let me go?"

Melachor slightly grinned at her comment.

"Well to be exact I am not so sure that myself either... I thought that I was born into a normal family in Gondor...but one day I accidentally set the house up in flames and I didn`t even use any tools...just my bare hands and do you want to guess where my family was? Yes... in the house... they screamed for a help, but I couldn`t move out of pure amazement I just stood there and watched the house burn..."

Melachor sighed slightly.

"And now you say that I am a terrible person of course.... I am no hypocrite at least... my weakness in greed of knowledge and Sauron knew this as he made these promises to me, but he has actually kept them...of what I want from you is information about what you exactly are, but I can`t let you go... no that would be too easy and nothing in life is meant to be easy..."

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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 silent for a time, then spoke, "And what if I cannot give you the information you seek..." She didn't know if she knew anything he wanted to know. She didn't even know if she wanted to tell him what she was.

Melachor smiled at her fear that he would put her back to torture or something worse.

"I don`t know... I could let you just go, but I think that the dark lord would appriciate it, but I think you would have to simply live in Mordor..."

Melachor began making his way towards a hill with a tower on top of it and some walls around or actually it was a hill that was actually the tower.

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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 looked up at the tower with a sigh, more dark walls. She hated how dark it was in Mordor. She rode silently by him as the came upon the tower. She noticed Deawen and looked over at Melachor. Why was she here, was this all a set up?

Melachor entered the gates as few men opened it and greeted him since was the place`s master after all, he left his horse to a servant and expected Adastrea to do he same. Melachor entered the tower pushing black doors open. He walked into a great hall that had a fireplace in the end and few chairs for meetings, he walked and sat at one of the chair. He looked at the fire as began burning his pipe and then looked at Adastrea.

"Well... there is still something to tell about myself Adastrea.... I might look like a normal man from the outside and in would be probably at my thirties, but that is where it all goes wrong for me.... I have wandered this earth for the last 500 years....at least because I have lost the memory of the time that has passed..."

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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 dismounted her horse and followed him in. When he sat by the fireplace she stood for a time, cautious and taking in her surroundings before she finally sat. She gazed into the fire and shuddered slightly. She had been in a fire, she could almost feel herself burning as the flames surrounded her. She shook her head slightly and came back to reality. She listened to him talk silently. She was still older than him, though it was hard to find anyone whos he wasn't older than. "How did you lose your memory?"

Melachor slightly hmphed at her question.

"I never actually lost it, but it has faded along these years and as my own theory of it says I have absorbed so much knowledge that I have not had time to remember or think about the past because I was trying to find out what I was.... "

Melachor shrugged.

"I can remember few flashes from the past and the things that matter to me the most, but it´s kinda funny that I don`t recall having a childhood or I just don`t remember my childhood games... tell me Adastrea.... what were you parents like..."

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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!

At the question of her parents a slight smile broke through, it was the first time she had smiled in two long years, but she quickly hid it. Her thoughts returned to her times when she was with Manwe and Varda, but she could not speak of them to Melachor. She turned her thoughts to the kind elves that took her in after her first escape from Mordor. "They were elves from Lothlorien, who took me in not knowing who I was. They showed me more kindness than any other had in Middle Earth..." Her voice faded as she caught up with old memories. But the memories only ended in their screams of pain and then silence. She looked from the fire back to him and shrugged slightly, "Just another sad story that many elves carry."

Melachor looked at the fire with a pondering face.

"Elves?.... Why do they raise the stories about elves over the others? You think that humans or other creature`s don`t have their sad stories? Since we are speaking of stories I have something to show to you..."

He got up and walked into the hallway where he began a long walk towards two huge doors in the head of the hallway, he took out a key and opened the lock. He pushed the door open revealing a huge library with many bookshelf`s and they were all full of books.

"Welcome to my personal library full of stories of all the races of middle earth including my story.... I can only remember till I began writing my journal and I began writing it because I couldn`t remember..."

He lighted a candle with his bare hands after holding his hand above it and whispering few words, he walked in the library until came to a smaller bookshelf and a book on a table.

"Here I have writen my story Adastrea.... it`s about 300 years long...."

Melachor shook his head with a slight faint of sadness in his sound.

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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 never said that other races do not bare sad stories. But the life of another race fades within time and they die, forgetting the pain they felt during their life. Elves must live in memories until they are killed." She followed him to the library and looked around then at the book he showed to her. She was quiet as she thought to herself. He killed his parents on accident, I deserted mine purposely.

Melachor looked around for a while and then let his hand to touch each book in the shelf until he pulled out the first one from the right, he looked at the brown book with black descriptions on the cover and opened it. he quickl looked at her and turned back at the book, he began speaking as he ran his finger along the text.

"1st Chapter of my journal is quite confusing for example the first text, which goes like this:

I am alone in this dark wood without a life sign around me, the tree`s are quiet as if they stalked me and prepared to an attack as I fall asleep or leave my fire... but I am not going to give them that jpy or oppotunity, I will sit here writing and keeping the fire up until the sun rises because I fear for my safety, but I know that is the easy way out by lying to myself... I haven`t seen a living being in months and the only thing I have to fear for is my sanity... I can only hope that someone finds this, if I don`t make trough the night.... But I guess this is life`s cruel way of getting back to me for discovering my powers and killing my `family`..."

He closed the book with a smile on his face.

"The story will get darker and madder troughtout the book and to the others until I meet HIM...funny how the dark lord can give a hopeless man sanity, knowledge and power to make him strong, but to dream of such things that he could have never asked for....I am such a fool...."

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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 am sorry for your dark past, but it is in the past and cannot be changed. The only thing you can change is what lies before you. Although I am sure you have heard that before from any one of your prisoners." She muttered. Adastrea had a feeling he was trying to get her to speak of her real past and identity without pressuring her, she was not going to fall for it. He would probably just help Sauron with his plans if he found out.

"I know that... and in the future the will be something huge happening...but it just brings me slight comfort to tell someone about this and don`t dare to say that those servants would be worthy of it...well as long as you are my guest here you can come here as you wish... of course if any book is damaged ecspecially these then I will punish you....or have your head..."

Melachor put the book back and walked out of the room waiting for Adastrea to follow.

"and please... don`t mistake me for anything evil for telling such threats, but it`s just that these books are my only friends here because you will be gone in time one way or another..."

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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 followed him out, thinking about his words. "I would not dare ruin anything of such great value" She said quietly. "But just what do you mean by saying that I will be gone in time one way or another? Am I to be killed when I am no longer good company? We have already gone over that I would be a fool to escape."