She sighed and got up and walked out to where he told her. She sat down and ate. She barely ate anything before she was full and got up to leave.

Melachor had entered his library and was again writing in his journal.

Well the first test is over and she seemed to take it pretty well... but she hates me, but doesn`t show it and she wouldn`t understand even, if I explained it to her...but the hours go on and the hour of battle will soon come... many will die, but I hope that my lord is defeated because that would just ruin everything...

He closed the book and sat down beginning to read the new book from Deawen.

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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 walked back to the sitting room and sat in a chair and looked out the window. She folded her arms and rested her head on the window and sat silently by herself. She felt so lonely, she wanted her family with her, she wanted people who actually cared for her.

(wow, i've missed alot!!)

Estel had fixed her nose up good enough, and had washed up. She wandered back to the room to find that the man, Melachor, had left. The girl seemed depressed. Quietly opening the door without a squeak, Estel creapt inside the room. She gently laid a hand on her shoulder.

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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.
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Adastrea felt the hand on her shoulder and jumped away, knocking the chair over with a loud crash on the stone floor. She looked at the one who stood before her, "Who are you and what do you want?"

Deawen changed her mind about going to the dungoens she found them depressing and very very boreing. Deawen made a detour she vanished then appeared in Melachor's private Library she came up beside him and read over her shoulder "interesting isn't it?" she said softly Melachor got to his feet grabbed his staff and was ready to Kill Deawen. Deawen sighed she leaned on the chair she seemed relaxed and not a bit afraid though in fact she was not " go ahead use fire use magic or whatever I would take as training." Deawen said camly she was clearly upset about something

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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

She stepped back.
“I’m sorry I startled you.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>

Adastrea was silent, trying to decide whether or not to put any trust in this girl. She had shown Melachor trust and he sent someone to kill her. She nodded to the girl, but stayed a good distance away from her.

Estel sighed.
“May I sit down?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>

Adastrea nodded and pulled a chair over for the girl. She was quiet, not used to the company of others. It was hard for her to make conversation with others after being alone for so long.

"No Deawen... I won`t do anything else than giving orders... and you will do the learning.. but if you keep up that reckless attitude I`ll just have to stop teaching you and that is something you don`t want... "

Melachor took the book and placed it in his pocket.

"Have you seen her today?"

Melachor suddenly asked talking about Adastrea of course.

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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 was in the mood to mock and mimck Melchor but she held her tounge "no. nor do i want to right now she's a bit jumpy which is expected but then again she wants the same thing i want..." Deawen did not go on she had said to much. Deawen bit her cheek then she changed the subject "what do you think of the war to come?" she asked like she was very bored of the topic but in truth she was interested.

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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

"Sauron will probably win or not, the future is hard to predict because none can see all of the factors that will effect on the result... perhaps Sauron will rule or not.... it`s not really a great matter to me... and about Adastrea... well she is jumpy because she killed a man last night with her own hands... and well with a little assistance for it..."

Melachor smiled and turned at her.

"What do you think of the war to come?"

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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!

"I don't know what to think. If My Master wins then I am stuck here to be used as a pawn, but if he loses then I'am free but then the Elves and the "good men" who knows what they will do with me keep me locked up? Or would they kill me?" she started to trace a pattern on the chair absent mindedly

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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

"Humans might, elves never... they don`t believe in killing you see... but the humans might chop your head off with pleasure or just hang you, but even a fool could trick them by disguissing as a prisoner here in Mordor and pretend to be saved... I myself would pack some things and leave this place without being noticed... "

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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 did not meet his eyes. "i would do that but ... I know i will have to fight in this war Destroy cities and what not. My name will be remembered i doubt if i will be forgivin."

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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