Galasriniel sighed and stept away. "As you wish....", she whispered, "But I shall follow your trail, I can be fast on foot. If she gets harmed and I have not perished, you better watch out.", she muttered angrily at the man, gazing into his spiteful eyes in hate.

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Neracelc smiled.

"Hope that I once was a man of my word elf..."

Neracelc hit his prisoner in the back of her head and while keeping her up dragged her to the horse, he threw her on it and rode out. As he rode out he swinged his sword towards the elf`s neck and disappeared into the night hoping he had cut her neck.

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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!

Galasriniel ducked as the sword nearly slit her throat, and dashed through the forest following the horse and the two figures on top. Her eyes dimmed the longer it became as she felt her life force drift off.

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Súlena was silent until everything went black. After a while she moaned in pain and opened her eyes. She felt herself swaying, she looked around seeing the land pass by quickly as the horse galloped on. The man was behind her in the saddle, his arms on either side as he held onto the reins. She rubbed the back of her head and pulled her hand away, seeing blood.

Neracelc had placed his sword on his belt, but had his dagger at hand to keep the elf easy. Neracelc looked back and smiled, he had lost the elf or so he hoped since he didn`t see her, but he if anyone should know that it wasn`t over so he rallied the horse towards the plains of rohan. His prisoner seemed to awoken and Neracelc pressed the dagger on her throat.

"Good morning elf... by the way we are arriving to Rohan soon..."

Neracelc rode up small hill and looked around, they were in the edges of the plains.

"From now on your will be nice and I will let you go..."

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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!

"What, am I supposed to act like we are friend's when we get there?" She asked in annoyance. She went to push the hand with the knife away from her neck.

Galasriniel kept on sprinting through the forest, catching up to the high velocity of the horse. But suddenly she keeled over, the abstruse wind blowing in her face. Her hair swirled in amber and her eyes devoured through tones of ultraviolet indigo. Blood leaked from her eyes and her pulse beated away until it faded.......
Her skin turned ghostly white and her breathing turned to a hault. Her eyes did not close, and they still gazed into the darkened sky. The ground around her stained with crimson and with the atmosfeeling of sudden downfall and loss.
The echos of hidden beings moaned and shallow hollowness of woe and sorrow sadened the hearts of many around. But no-one was around to witness it. No one was around to see the demise of this elf. Yet the visions of her perishment crept in the thoughts of many from darkened telepathic minds.

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"well not friends, but at least to think that you and I are in the same boat... in the boat of no return and so we go on.."

Neracelc rode slowly the hill down and began riding with slower speed than before to give the horse a break.

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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!

"A boat that you chose to enter, not me." She mumbled as she shifted uncomfortably in the saddle. "You are not one for friendliness are you..." She said as she rubbed the back of her head again, "I said I would go willingly"

The 'corpse' of Galasriniel was not left in the meadows as the wind pushed lightly and she fell into the river. It floated along the river side until it hit the surfaace once again, in front of a horse, a man and an elf whom had already met Galasriniel....... when she was still alive.

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To late Arthion and Lithoniel realized they had missed their chance to save the elf. Arthion cursed himself but his cousin said "No Arthion! Let us get the horses and make chase! If only we could find that other human.. perhaps he could help us."
"Yes, your right. Come on." Arthion replied. They whistled for their horses and before they set out they called for the man. "Rhayader! Rhayader! Come out! We need your help! Please!" Lithoniel had a pleading tone to her voice as she truly wanted the man's help.

"Sorry, but life has it`s way of booting those who have climbed the ladder too high so down that they dont want to climb anymore, but just take a shortcut to their destination...."

They rode on for few hours until the sun had risen to it`s full glory and Neracelc needed rest like his horse, he rode under a small cliff, which provided a comfortable shadow. He dragged her off the horse and tied her up, Neracelc sat down and looked at her as his horse ate some grass that he had taken out of the saddle bag for it.

"As I was saying ealier... life boots some to the ground and in my case I became mad you see, but thats all over and I found that my life was never the same. Do you know why I tell you this? Because I want you to have the image that I will do anything to survive, but of course you are smart enough to figure that out aren`t 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!

Súlena winced when he dragged her off the horse and tied her up again. "You continue to tie me while I continue to tell you I go freely. "And yes, I have figured that out, as well as who you are." She muttered, glaring at him slightly.

Neracelc leaned forwards placing his hands relaxedly on his knees with his eyes widened, which was a sign of mock as if he was truly interested.

"Oh really? Why don`t you tell me who I am?"

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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 rolled her eyes, "You are Neracelc, you were an assassin of Mordor, then you came under the control of Melachor who drove you half mad as you hunted for an elf or rather a Valar named Adastrea, who pitied you for being what you are, because it could have been what she may have become....Is that good enough for you?" She asked sarcastically.

Neracelc laughed at her.

"Oh!? So now I am famous among you elves!"

Neracelc smiled slightly, but then stared at her with a cold stare.

"Would you like to know who I once was?"

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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!