"Surely you will have to fight, but since when have orcs been telling humans or elves the names of their leaders? You could always wear a helmet or a mask to cover your face... or don`t they suit 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!

Deawen had never thought of that " I suppose i could do that but I won't be leading orcs you may not know but my father is the king in the northeast lands i wa taken here as a bond know my father sent two thousand infantry to aid Sauron in this war I will lead my own men to battle they will chant my name in battle to envok the power!"

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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

"Ah.... I see..."

Melachor smiled.

"You would be leading fools or just loyal men to battle, but loyalty might not be the best option always in some situations and treachery is needed in this world..."

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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 stiffened "my men are not fools they fight for My Master because if they don't they lose me and their life! as long as my father keeps sending his army i will stay safe!"

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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 still smiles.

"I never claimed your soldiers to be fools, but they ain`t the sharpest one`s.... so... how is your father? I haven`t really had the pleasure of meeting him personally..."

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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 the last letter he sent me was two years ago he said he was well and that i have a brother..." Deawen suddenly felt alone "you won't meet him here i'm afraid he won't come here."

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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 don't know the last letter he sent me ,was two years ago he said he was well and that i have a brother..." Deawen suddenly felt alone "you won't meet him here i'm afraid he won't come here."

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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

"Ever came to your small mind that might be dead since you haven`t heard of him in the past two years?"

Melachor grinned slightly.

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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 stared at him in disbelife "I.. no thats just..." the fear of Melachor being right englufed her fire coursing through her body "no!" she whispered trying to controll the fire that grew Deawen clenched her fists "no!"

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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

"Are you seriously telling me that you haven`t even thought of that possibility yourself by your current actions? And think who might have done it? perhaps the elves or the humans, but here`s even a tastier possibility Deawen... what if Sauron killed him and took over your fathers soldiers then kept sending them in the hope that you wouldn`t figure it out?"

Melachor streched his neck slightly.

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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!

"stop! please stop!" Deawen yelled trying to fight her own power. a small flame kindled in her palm then it grew..

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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

Estel smiled meekly, and spoke softly.
"How long have you been here?" No one in the right mind would want to be in this place longer than a few days... even herself.

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Come armed
or prepare to die
there is no other
end to this road.
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Adastrea looked over at her and hesitated, "I have been here for a couple days...I have been in Mordor for a little more than 2 years...I think. Days and night are hard to dicipher...it could be longer."

Deawen was losing control of her power the spark of flame grew steadliy as her emotion rose. if her father was dead she was alone though she would have to leave mordor to take the throne there was a plus but she would still be in service of Sauron...

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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 laughed a cold and mocking laugh.

"Stop what? Stop telling the truth?! You can`t run from the truth and lies will be revealed one day eventough their creator might not be alive, but lies aren`t made to last and do you want to live in a lie Deawen? Live blindly here in Mordor? No you don`t wish that, you want a more suitable life away frm the pain and misery, I myself don`t really care about those things becausefor what I have learned and seen have frozen my heart... I want Sauron to fall, not to have his power, but to see some people go free... why? They are all my experiments, I have made what they are now and you are one of them Deawen... so as Adastrea who I most wish to escape from here, but as long as the dark lord lives I have no power in 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 closed her eyes she was not blind! or was she? Deawen could easily be blinded by the hope of being free. "" the words echoed "what?!" she asked in alarm "expiriment? I am no expiriment of yours!" she exclaimed Deawen regained control of her power.

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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