Adastrea paused slightly and hesitated. "I just did not want to disturb you..." SHe said uneasily. She had her arms wrapped around herself, trying to keep herself from shivering, but it did not help. She walked back in, found a book and sat down quietly.

Melachor laughed slightly.

"Disturb me? You think that your presence can disturb me? well not that you would be pitiful, but you aren`t exactly the noisiest thing around here..."

Melachor turned to watch her as she seemed cold and she took out a book, Melachor continued reading with pondering face.

"I don`t think that it`s cold here... or do 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!

She looked over at him when he spoke, but looked down again, "You are immortal...do you ever feel cold?"

"Whay do you mean, 'them'? You speak with scorn."

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

Deawen rolled her eyes "them as in the free peoples..."

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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

"Yes when it is cold, but it`s never cold here in Mordor or what sort of cold are you talking about? Something unexplainable? No, I don`t and I never have actually... perhaps because it`s not my job to worry or to look after..."

Melachor turned a page in the book.

"and you do... of course you do..."

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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, "I have never felt cold before...I am immortal, I am not supposed to be cold"

"Oh?"

Melachor said quickly and with a smile on his face.

"Not even immortals are able to resist somethings... it`s not probably the normal cold, but I guess that you feel Sauron`s power growing or he is just gathering all his forces to finish middle earth... something like that I believe is going on..."

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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 only nodded slightly, she was fearing the loss of her immortality after all the torture they put her through. She thought of the witch king and shuddered.

"If you are not free, then you cannot possibly understand freedom, and what it's people are like."

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

Deawen rolled her eyes she started to laugh but stopped shortly "free..." Deawens eyes lit up as she spoke the word "free...."

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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

"What book did you pick out?"

Melachor asked as he read the book.

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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 showed him which it was, it was the book about Luthien Tinuviel. She looked back down at the pages, but nothing was being processed in her mind. She just stared down at the page, fiddling with her necklace.

"Do you seek hope and comfort from that necklace? It is completely understandable fr me it is my books..."

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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 dropped her hand when she realized what she was doing, "It is just a habit, my lord. My mother gave it to me as I am sure you know."

Melachor hmphed loudly and looked at her with a serious stare.

"You don`t have to call me lord and in fact I deny you doing it because when someone calls another a lord they think that they are only worms in the others feet. That is a lousy way to show respect, but when you show respedct it doesn`t really need words..."

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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!