He thought to himself.
"I wonder if this is a good sign or a bad one."
He sighed.
"Well if i ever see him again I will make him pay for this suffering."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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(ok never mind) Deawen listened to Thinren's and Adastrea's conversation "wait! who was this man that is behind all of this?" Deawen asked she was very puzzled. Adastrea told her it was Melachor a master of hers or at least he was. Deaen rolled the word around as she tried to pronouce it then remember it "that name sounds fimilar but where?" Deawen thought about it then it hit her like rock "my mother used to tell me stories of my ansesters one in one story my Ansestress Deawen the first, Melachor was in that story..." Deawen trailed off her voice distant if this is the same man that was in her mother's story this would not be very easy to take care of.

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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 looked at Thinren and hesitated, "He was being controlled. This man or being rather is very much like me. Only he has powers that are beyond me. He was controlling Neracelc." She looked at Deawen when she asked who it was. Adastrea had barely any memory of her stay in Mordor. Her memory only returned to her of Melachor, she was still blind to the past Deawen.

Deawen sighed in her thought "should we fear this Melachor?" she asked not looking at Adastrea

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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

"He is finished with me, I do not think we will have to fear seeing him again." She said quietly, relieved at that. "I am safe, for once in my life I am safe for a while."

Deawen nodded "yea your are safe but now i for some reason i feel like i need to stay clear of this he is a threat to me i fear.." Deawen stopped then she remebered her brother he was still in prison Deawen wanted to ask a favor of Thinren but though better of it.

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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

"I do not think he is coming back." She said as she looked out the window, sitting by Thinren. She was quiet, wanting to get out of the barracks now that she was safe. She hesitated and stood, "I shall return shortly, I just need to clear my head...too much has happened.." She said quietly as she walked out of the room.

She headed out of the barracks and walked silently. Getting odd looks from the men and women she passed. Elves were never common there. She walked around for sometime, thinking of what she remembered from Mordor, of Melachor and all that had gone on while she was with him. The servant she killed....She sighed slightly.

Neracelc left the inn to the light of the day with his hood up and looked around as he placed his pipe in his mouth, the people were moving around and merchants were selling their goods as every day in the great city. From the crowd Neracelc saw an uncommon figure, an elf or to be more exact...

Adastrea...

Neracelc leaned on the inn wall and looked at her from the shadows of his hood waiting her to pass by, Neracelc`s weapons were quite eye cathing and he got some freightened looks.

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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 wandered around silently, keeping to herself. She felt like she was being watched but just brushed it off as the other humans looking at her as an elf. She came to the edge of the level and leaned against the stone rail, looking out over the levels beneath her. She missed the grass, the trees, the moss, and the rivers of Lothlorien, but she could not go back.

Neracelc walked after her and continued his walk as she stopped, he stopped suddenly and leaned against the stone rail next to her.

"Sorry if I shocked you, but I usually do all sort of wacky things ecspecially when I am posessed by some mind controlling wizard after I have made a deal with him to regain my sanity..."

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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 jumped as she was shaken from her thoughts by the man's presence and voice. She looked over at him and tried to control her fear and convince herself that he was different, that he was not a bad man anymore.

"Do not be sorry, he has controlled me many times before." She said quietly with a slight forced smile.

"Oh really? He actually told me a little of you... but he is now going to some sanctuary of his as he told me befire leaving and will stay there for the rest of his life studying probably or so he claims...but I can`t linger here any longer... I have a.... party to crash in and besides the guards ain`t exactly my best friends so your friend wouldn`t be happy seeing me again or Melachor..."

Neracelc blew smoke in the air.

"Well... Goodbye..."

Neracelc disappeared into the crowd and vanished from Adastreas sight.

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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 there in the barracks she was alone with no spy to aid her if something were to go ill Deawen rushed out of the barracks to her house there behind the closed gate she let out a sob a wave of fear and wearyness swallowed her she leaned against the door then with her back to the door she slid down it landing softly on the ground.

Her dragon tears heard the door open the went to see who it was when they saw Deawen they rushed to her. they helped her inside then they left her alone and talk and laughed outside.

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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 looked over at him, wondering what he meant by having a party to crash. Before she could say anything he was gone. She hesitated and turned back to look over the city, wondering if Melachor was really gone for good. She sighed and headed back to the barracks slowly, taking in the sunlight on her way.

Deawen had a breif nap before she woke up. she pondered about how she was going to free her brother she could ask Thinren but then that could lead to more trouble. Deawen did not give men the sense of hope that she was weak or in trouble.

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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

Thinren spent the day recovering. He looked over Sen as he walked around the barracks. As he walked down the various halls to get outside he was saddened by the sight of his fellow soldiers being carried out on streachers to be buried. He sat on a small bench in the gardens just outside the barracks. He sat and wept for his loss. It had been an eventfull few days and his emotions had now got the best of him.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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