Melachor left the library and soon found his way to the door of the room where Adastrea was, he smiled slightly and walked in with a smile. He knew what book she had taken and it seemed quite obvious why.

"Ah... have you enjoyed reading the book? But dont be alarmed, if you think it`s forbidden to read about the Valar and actually I recommend others to look for their heritage like I, but sadly I believe my search will be in vain... so.. what did you find about yourself?"

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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 heard him coming and slipped the book behind her. She had the other book open and pretended to read that instead. When he entered the room and spoke she shifted slightly, glancing at the other girl and looked back at Melachor.

"I do not know what you are talking about...I am reading about the elves of Mirkwood."

Melachor sighed.

"I know the exact place of every book in my library Adastrea and I double checked what book was missing so don`t lie to me and anwer the simple question...."

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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 sighed and shrugged and pulled the book out from behind her after quickly tucking her necklace away to hide it, "It is just a book, I know nothing of the Valar and decided it would be interesing to read about them. I have nothing better to do with my time."

Deawen sculked through her room the rest of the hour she was pacing now but at least she was talking she would asked her handmaidens about the outside world and what 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

Morwen stood and watcher her master pace, back and forth, bakc and forth. It was awkward.

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

"tell me what was your home like?" Deawen asked still pacing

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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 shrugged.

"Sure, if you want to keep it that way... but I still think that you lie to me and I am not surprised at all by that fact..."

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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 and shifted slightly again, "Why do you say that?"

"Every time we speak you are on the defensive, you don`t insult me, you don`t attack me with your words and you don`t really question me... that is why because you are afraid that you might say too much or something important...."

Melachor crossed his arms waiting for an anwer.

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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 glanced at the woman, she was feeling slightly nervous. "Everyone has secrets, like I said before...if Sauron wanted you to know, he would tell you."

Melachor didn`t like her words, at all and grabbed the book that Adastrea held. He threw it on the ground in anger with a furious look.

"Sauron can rot in the abyss for what I care! He has nothing to do with this and my life is not on the line here Adastrea!"

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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 winced and backed away from him quickly. She hesitated a moment and then glared slightly, "You want to know who I am?! Then read the book, it describes me in there, it even has a picture of the necklace my mother gave me!" She said angrily as she pulled the necklace out and showed it to him. With the she walked quickly from the room out on a balcony.

Melachor quickly followed and stood behind her suddenly calm.

"No... it`s never about you knowing yourself, which is something that I envy in you, but the more I understand your kin the more I understand myself..."

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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 was quiet for a moment, trying to calm down. She spoke softly but didn't look at him. Just looked at the dark land below. "So you think you are one of the Valar? Or one of their sons?" She leaned against the rail, holding her necklace in her hand.

Melachor had a pondering face, but it also showed disbelief.

"Why would the valar abandon their own kin into the hands of ordinary humans that are very poor and could have left the child to die in hunger? I don`t know... would my mother or father could have been one of them? No... quite strange for someone like a valar to die in an ordinary fire...."

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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!