Deawen rolled her eyes then she caught sight of the other girl. " i suppose you think I'm a Monster?" Deawen sighed to the girl "well I'm not..." Deawen stopped for a moment then turned her attention to Melachor "stupidness?" (is that in my vocab? let me check...) "Melchor you have dispised me from the moment you served Sauron... now lets pretend you acually had a natrual gift that you didn't learn from a book! what do you think would happen?" Deawen asked "and there is nothing i want from Here!" Deawen sighed "no I thought you might want to read this..." Deawen yawned holding out book she pulled from her pocket "ther are some stuff in this that no other book has..." (oh I found it! it was piled under petty and outmanuvered!)

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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

Adastrea said nothing in reply to Deawen. She only turned away and sat down on a chair silently. She would never take the word of anyone who lived in Mordor. She listened to the two as they talked. Her mind wandering a bit as she stared out a window. It was too dark here, she couldn't even see the stars, the stars that her mother controls. She sighed slightly to herself, even with Melkor dead she was not safe. Sauron must have found something that showed him who she was. She looked down, who was Melachor? It made her uneasy not knowing what he was, even if he himself did not know either.

"you think I'm evil still? I understand why you hate My master so much there is some hate that i too have towards him He took me from my home and family because of my gift just because I could start fire... we should talk sometime but not now..."Deawen said telpathicly.

Deawen held out the book Melachor reached for it but Deawen pulled it back "do you think i would give you something without payment?" Melachor glared at her Deawen clicked her tounge " I give you this book and in return you teach me to wield my Gift.

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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 bursted into manical and cold laughter suddenly as Deawen made her demand, Melacchor got up and took his staff in his hand.

"Please... just give it to me and you`ll leave here alive Deawen... because I am capable of killing you, but should I train you I have my own beliefs that you are too impatient because I have been patient and you want everything at an instant all tough it`s not the way the world works..."

Melachor walked some steps away and turned back with a smile on his face.

"Sure...but... if you want to learn...then you`ll have to obey me... or are you too proud for that?"

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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!

Deawen stood still she followed him only with her eyes then she pulled the book into her sleeve (ooh found new word! Impatient! got to write this one down!) Deawen ignored his remark about her being impatient it was true but she could overcome that. "Obey" (uhh that may already be in my vocab...) a fire rose inside her, it was the painful fire of knowing you just stepped into a trap that you set yourself but it was also fear would she lose her power with Sauron? what would happen if she accepted Melachors terms... "Define obey" Deawen asked her face set like stone.

(okay?)

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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 smiled.

"Define? Is it not obvious? I order you and you obey my orders... so as my first order if you want this to continue.... give me the book..."

Melachor waited with his right hand open towards Deawen waiting for 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!

When Adastrea heard Deawen's voice in her head she looked straight at her and spoke back in the same fashion, "Do you blame me for not trusting? Do not think that I trust Melachor either, I am just doing what I am told by him"

She listened to them talk about Melachor teaching her how to use her skill, she did not want to be around for it. She had come to distrust magic and those who used it. She stood to her feet and went to walk out of the room to sit in a hallway somewhere.

( Deawen, you poopy head! Fire was my power!!! Bleh… fine, you can have it. Lol. <3 you )

Estel awoke some time later, feeling quiet refreshed. However, the gloom of the dark palace was all about
her, trapping her inside. At least she wasn’t a captive. Estel could not imagine… and did not… want to imagine what kind of suffering she’d face if she was a captive. Standing from the bed, she realized how hungry she was. Not knowing where all the Easterlings she knew had gone, and desperately wanting real food, she began to wander around the halls. She heard voices, and was naturally curious. However, her years of being a tracker made her cautious and she walked silently towards the room where it was coming from.

</I>"Define? Is it not obvious? I order you and you obey my orders... so as my first order if you want this to continue.... give me the book..." </I>

Estel heard these words, and wondered what book. The voice of the man seemed sinister, and Estel knew she would have to be careful. Standing with her back against the wall, she dared to move her head closer towards the slightly open door. Peeking in, she was relieved to see the man’s back was to her. His right hand was extended out, and she saw a woman dressed in black hesitate to give him what he demanded. Estel didn’t know who’s side she should take. There was another girl in there as well, further away from the two. She looked tired and worn, as well as rather skinny. Estel felt bad for her. Suddenly, Estel realized she recognized the girl in black. Closing her eyes, she recalled having a dream about her. At the time, she thought it was just a random person in her dream… but now she knew better. Normally she trusted her dreams, and so far they had proven to be helpful. Estel found that threw her dreams, she could predict little things that would happen. Estel decided that she would be on both of these girls sides if anything should happen.

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<img src=http://www.efanguide.com/~lotr/dolls/merry_pippin.gif>
<p><i>The only thing we have to fear is fear itself</i>
<p>
Come armed
or prepare to die
there is no other
end to this road.
<p>
<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/memoriesofold/personalized/morwenvanwaestel.jpg>

(no I had this power for a very long time now but they are two diffrent characters Deawen the first and the second but the are related!)

Deawen reached into her sleeve pulling out the small book she reached into her other sleeve pulling out a small knife. Deawen's hand shot out grabbing Melachors right hand she made a small cut across his hand then she cut her hand then she gave him the book! Melachor made to strike her But Deawen stepped back " a simple blood oath!" she hissed then a booming voice filled her head " YOU HAVE LINGERED TOO LONG DEA..." Deawen sighed "if you need me you know where to find me..." with that she vanished

(I bet you guys got worried naa you people are smart!)

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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

(pshaw, I don’t care. You still have fire! )

Estel heard her footsteps coming near, and hurriedly jumped back from the door just as Deawen opened it. It hit Estel in the face, and she fell over backwards. She sat up, but remained on the ground, holding her nose. She pulled her hand away, and it was covered in blood. Her nose was bleeding severely, and hurt terribly. She knew it was broken. (Estel always gets hurt… tehehe) She groaned, and slowly stood up to study Deawen. Estel was a head taller than Deawen, and was looking down on her.
“Hi.â€

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<img src=http://www.efanguide.com/~lotr/dolls/merry_pippin.gif>
<p><i>The only thing we have to fear is fear itself</i>
<p>
Come armed
or prepare to die
there is no other
end to this road.
<p>
<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/memoriesofold/personalized/morwenvanwaestel.jpg>

Deawen stared for a momet caught by surprise "are you okay?" she asked politly "here let me help you." Deawen said pulling out a cloth from her pocket.

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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

(Forgive me if I call myself Morwen. Just replace it with Leofwyn .)

Leofwyn walked into the room to see the sleeping elf she had seen earlier, and Deawen. The elf had a bloody nose that looked to be broken. To someone who had just walked in, it looked pretty bad. She looked from the elf to Deawen with a look of " ".

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

(Forgive me if I call myself Morwen. Just replace it with Leofwyn .)

Leofwyn walked into the room to see the sleeping elf she had seen earlier, and Deawen. The elf had a bloody nose that looked to be broken. To someone who had just walked in, it looked pretty bad. She looked from the elf to Deawen with a look of " ".

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

Deawen had leofwyn tend to the girls nose. Deawen looked stressed but she refused to rest. " I need to see a prisoner i will return.."

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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 looked at his hand and the book silent, but then smiled slightly.

"hmph.. just what I would have expected of you Deawen... so simple... so stupid.... oh forgive me Adastrea..."

He put the book in his pocket.

"Deawen has these foolish things that I have had to take for some years...I should kill her.."

Melachor shrugged.

"Where were we?"

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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 sat silently on the floor by the fireplace listening to the two argue. She looked up when he addressed her. "We weren't anywhere, I had just woken up when she came in here"