> her by one hand. We had our ways. Before drifting to Dol Guldur, it was Aᴅûɴᴀᴘʜᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ. I had let deal with the old queen of the >

> Greenwood. Shame that now her time has come to an end... But alas, someone's life has to be erased so that the one in the Void, may >

> continue to thrive and grow stronger until he is released.]] Come, Er-Mûrazôr... [[I had trailed off, walking from my chambers. It had >

> been the first time in days that they had seen me.... felt my presence come closer. It was nice, to be bowed to, as I wandered through >

> the dark dungeons. I raised my hand, to sharpen my claws over the beautiful obsidian and molten rock.]] Welcome me, Old Queen of >

> the Greenwood. Tonight is the night where I will take away that life you cling to and cherish so dear. I should have gotten to you >

> sooner, but your corpse on a banner will be enough to enrage your Thranduil. and Legolas of Mirkwood. [[The silver-haired female raised >

> her head, and I crossed my arms over my chest, the slitted pupil of the flaming eye plastered onto my forehead staring intently ~ I >

> could hear the murmurs of the wraiths behind me. I was not the black-haired fair being that they had seen in their prime. I wasn't the >

> golden haired priestess that Ar-Pharazôn had beckoned to that wretched island. I was soon going to feel my beautiful flaming locks >

> return to ashen color. Ugh. Never the matter. "Then do it Deceiver. Leave my family |out| of this."]] If I could, I would... but my >

> servants are just as displeased as I, with your kin. First the Noldo- [["Do not compare us to that of the Noldor, you vile witch!"]] >

> DO NOT INTERRUPT ME! [[Screeched I, as my hand flew to meet her pale cheek, my nails leaving cuts, and my touch alone, burning the >

> poor queen, but not enough to incinerate her form, just as what happened with Gil-Galad, in the battle that cost me my ring!]] Enough of >

> this. I've had ENOUGH. |YOU|, @AmauroticMage, begin the ceremony, and make it good. I still want her on my banner when we are to go to >

> war. [[In rage, I turned on my heel, and my hair was the color of ask once more. I needed to regenerate my power, back in the depths of >

> my own dark peace.]] I will make you proud... my love... [[Spoke I, as the very image of my beloved king came into my mind. The eye of >

> flames remained, always unblinking, as my walking become floating, and I was but a mirage... an illusion that was shattered as a >

> disappearing act. My 'conscious' was silent, and in turn, I shattered the very mirror I saw the image of my former self.]]

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