"You should tell the truth" Bëor replied promptly. There was a short pause before he spoke again in which he seemed to be lost in thought or memories. "The Mouth is Sauron's most cunning and loyal servant" he said slowly. "Like you said, he possesses dark magic, horrific beyond imagination. He will sense the hatred you harbour. He will know that you have not been defeated, for he is master of lies and deceit. Do you know what will happen to you then?" Bëor's bearded face was drawn, as if with pain but his keen blue eyes were still stared at Luthien.
The moment of silence was loaded, tension clouded the cold prison. Bëor shook his head and heaved a sigh. "One should not get into this light-headed or unprepared." He looked once more at Luthien, estimating her strengths and will-power. "You're not the right person. You've been here too short and your emotions he will read like an open book."

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It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Luthien did not back down at all. “You said this would be my responsibility,” she said shortly. “You underestimate me. You know, I am not at all sure that Arawen was defeated before she was released into his service; there is something about her. Something about her manner, as if she has not been crushed.” She paused, trying to remember the tall, dark-haired young woman. “Maybe that was what the Mouth liked about her. Someone who hated him, someone who did not serve him out of their own destruction. Perhaps another like her would amuse him.”
She frowned, weighing over Bëor’s words. “We must not be against each other on this,” she continued. “Would you be able to do it? Would you be able to go out there and serve him? I am not afraid. I could serve him, and show him my hatred freely.”
More and more she thought. “If you were put in that position, would you be able to take the keys from Arawen, somehow?” it was a challenging question, but not unpleasant. “Tell me how you would go about it.”

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"Those were my words, yes. And I do not take them back. What I'm saying is that you should be prepared" he stated simply. "I don't know what that girl did or didn't do when she was releashed, but I do know that he will have told the Mouth all she knew." Bëor ran his hand through his long, wild hair while pacing impatiently up and down his cell. "He absorbs every piece of valid information from his minions and permits no lies." He tried again. But seemingly he didn't get through Luthien's stubborn mind.
Would you be able to go out there and serve him? If you were put in that position, would you be able to take the keys from Arawen, somehow?
"I do not pretend that I would be fit for such a role" Bëorn said thoughtfully. "If I would share all my knowledge it would lead to the destruction of Middle Earth even quicker than it would at the present. I would not dare to risk that. Yet there are ways to undo the evil sorcery of the Enemy, at least some of it. But my skills have been lost over time.." The Ranger now stood still, watching the opposite wall of his cell. "The girl is just a sideshow. But if it was up to me, than I would make her give the keys to me and take her as a hostage with us. She might prove an useful asset on our flight. And when she becomes useless.." Bëorn paused, his eyes were cold and hard. "When she becomes useless we should have to get rid of her."

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
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It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Luthien thought for a while, running over Bëor’s words in her head. “Taking her might be dangerous,” she said finally. “She might try to lead them to us if she could. But…” she added grudgingly, “but it is a good strategy to consider.” She imagined killing someone like Arawen. The thought was quite sickening, but Bëor had suggested the idea without flinching. She supposed that violence, like everything else, when considered behind bars, meant nothing. She knew that the girl was a servant of the Enemy, and that made her their enemy; she was unbearable, arrogant, despicable in Luthien’s eyes, but her one redeeming feature was that she was human, like them. She must have once been exactly like Luthien, a girl shivering in a cell, before she served evil.
After a lengthy pause Luthien leaned against the wall of her cell. “Clearly, this needs much planning. More planning than can be done in just a single day,” she said. “I must admit, that I am glad you will help.” She gave a tiny flicker of a smile. “This is an improvement on us arguing relentlessly.”

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[ *wonders where all the others have gone to who signed up* Except for Goldy and Aerweyn ofcourse

I'm just slightly going to fastforward in time ]

Bëor woke by sudden gust of draft that went through the dungeons. The blond-haired man lay curled up on the ground, at the back of his cell. He did not know how long he'd slept or what time of day it was. A glance was hopefully cast through the cell but the front of his cell was marked by the absence of a filled plate. He lay his head back on the cold stone for a moment and stared at the stone walls, trying to overcome the passiveness which usually mastered him at times. After an undetermined amount of time he slowly sat up and Bëor moved to sit on his favourite spot against the wall. From the dark corner of his cell he took a sharp triangular stone, which he had fingered from the tiled floor and sharpened long ago, to cut some long locks of his blond hair and his beard. The locks he cast aside on a small pile which he kept so that in case of sickness or cold, it could be stuffed under his shirt to keep warm.
Bëor looked around but could not see if any were awake. He closed his eyes again and listened to the sound of silence.

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Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

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Okey-poke! Morning in Mordor! )

Luthien blinked. She had curled up tight in the small corner of her cell, her head buried in her arms. She supposed she’d only got a few hours of sleep; it had taken her too long to try and get comfortable, which was impossible in a prison cell. She was shivering now, wrapping her arms around herself for warmth. She looked around to see if anyone else was awake yet. Hopefully, she edged towards the bars, eager to have someone to talk to. Loneliness was one of the things she hated most in the world. “Hello?” she whispered quietly. Her teeth were chattering.
Braving the silence that followed, she tried again. “Is anyone awake?”

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Bëor shut his eyes to preserve the moment of silence but the idyllic quietness was chased away by Luthien's second attempt to talk. "I am, unfortenately.." he groaned. "Someone is keeping me awake by constant chattering." There was a short pause in which Bëor felt a pang of pity for the girl who could not be more than twenty winters old. With only having seen a glimpse of life and then being locked up here was beyond doubt cruel. "Didn't you have a cloak or something with you when you were brought in?" he said, but this time softly, almost friendly. "It can be pretty cold here at times. I can not give you anything of that on that part."

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Luthien remained silent after Bëor’s jibe, trying to think of a suitable retort. However, her head hurt, and despite her need to talk, she wasn’t in the mood for an argument. It was his next words that really surprised her; he sounded almost as if he was interested in her wellbeing. She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. “I did, but they took it from me,” she replied. A tiny dry laugh followed. “Do not worry. A little cold might do me good.” Her attempt to sound brave tired her. For a moment she did not want to be brave. Maybe it would be just easier to sleep and while her life away pointlessly until her final breath. But she shook away that morbid thought, regarding it irrational; there was no point in that. Besides, suffering from insomnia, there would be no choice of it. The only choice was in fighting. She paused, and she gave the smallest nod of her head to acknowledge Bëor’s olive branch. “Thank you.”

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

(Sorry. I was on vacation for a week. I'll post later today.)

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^ Sig set by Goldy!

(I'll have a post up by tomorrow evening, I totally lost inspiration, but I found it...I hope. So...yeah!)

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

(If I can get a quick run-down of what's going on currently, I'd be more than glad to join.)

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Shan woke early as always, he tended to be the first one awake not that he ever got much rest to begin with. As soon as he woke, the man began pacing his cell, counting his steps to himself as he went. There as little that was eye catching about the cells of Mordor, and had long become easy to ignore whatever was going on around him. That was exactly what he was doing now.

1...2...3...4 his mind repeated over and over again - a mantra as the rest of his mind roamed for better ideas.

His silence was cut in two when he heard others stirring and a call from the end of the hall by the new woman. He opened his mouth to answer, but Beor spoke first. The man smirked and decided that instead of speaking he would just eves drop.

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Maethoriel grinned at the Mouth and gave one of her signature barking laughs. His words did little to deter her from her goal. The wizard was still a danger, she knew it - felt it in her bones. Her instincts were rarely wrong, she had years of experience and it culminated in an expertise at educated and not so educated guessing.

She kicked back from the desk, her feet solidly landing on the floor while the chair she sat in clattered to the floor and her mind was taken with a sudden manic state.

Something needed doing, but what? Did it matter? No, she knew that answer. Easy. She needed to get out of the room and up into the open air. A message!

Her fingers snapped and once again red sparks were left from the sound.

"Dear sir..." she said, her dark eyes boring into the creature created by the Eye. "Realize that you are hardly capable of keeping me here. Know that now...I must be off now. Thank you for your time," she said, walking quickly out of the study with an air of purpose that off set her previous lackadaisical mood.

Maethoriel did not sleep the entirety of the night. She sat in her own room, filled to the brim with papers. They covered everything including her bed. Nothing written on the papers made sense, scribbles of half words and thoughts that only could be defined in her own diseased mind.

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Mab couldn't tell if she slept or not. Darkness was the same as light to her in the cells beneath Mordor. Everything ran together and nothing could pull apart the days from each other. The first thing the woman noted was that it was very cold. She had no cloak either, but the cold din't make her shiver, her body had given up even the most basic survival instincts.

The woman hadn't moved from the spot that she had drifted into the dark yesterday. Her arms were still locked around the freezing metal still holding her up. She heard voices now, but not the normal cruel voices that usually filled her nightmares and waking hours. They were somewhat familiar. She couldn't remember when she heard them last. Maybe a week ago, or was it just an hour? IT was all the same.

"Awake..." she muttered in response to Luthien, her arms locking and dragging her frail form closer to the bars so that her forehead rested on the metal.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

(I forgot. Again. Here is my tiny post to keep myself going.)

Rayelin woke slowly, not wanting to leave her dream. She was beginning to feel like any dream was better than this languishing reality. She wished there were sun, for the thousandth time since she was in here. Was it morning or 2 am? How could anyone know? As the others began to stir, she sat up slowly and looked around. "Here," she whispered quietly. "Good morning," she followed in a mixture of sarcasm and bitterness. "Any flashes of inspiration in the night?"

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^ Sig set by Goldy!

[ @ Morwen: most charries are still stuck in Mordor and some are discussing plans to escape. That's what pretty much happened up till now

@ Mae: You're back! ]

Bëor felt uncomfortable by Luthien's expressed gratitude. Not often had he done something that would make others feel better and he was not quite sure how to handle it. "Any time, I guess.." he at last answered.
Sounds of others, who were stirring, was now heard; silent shuffling and illogical blabbering.
"Great.." Bëor muttered. "Even the inept and the insane seem to be awake now.."

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(*looks to Goldleaf* permission to join with my char, Morwen? Shes going to be somewhere between prisoner/servant. Been in Mordor too long than is good for her, she gave up on fighting to avoid pain.)

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