#priestofmelkor

[gxldenfinwe]

Starter for @priestofmelkor

He had never been cut out for battle - he was a diplomat, a talker, not a fighter. In the heat of battle, he was easily overwhelmed.

And now, standing face to face with the Lieutenant of Morgoth himself, he knew he didn’t stand much of a chance. If the great elven warriors had fallen to him, then Arvo was doomed. But he would make a stand all the same.

[brandirthelame]

"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?" {priestofmelkor}

“I have not talked to them for many days. I do not know where they are now. They had not contacted me since their departure. This is why I am worried about them. I want to know if they are alright” Brandir said.

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[feanors-daughter]

❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ {priestofmelkor~~hi btw}

Without even a second thought, her stance became defensive, a hand placed on the hilt of her sword and ready to draw it at any moment. Years of training, battle, and command of her own army had made this instinctive. And it was now that was more than grateful for the rigorous training her father and brothers had put her through. If this confrontation became violent, perhaps she would not fall to the Maia immediately.

“I think that is exactly what you would do, servant of Morgoth,” Laurelin hissed, blue eyes filled with rage. “I would not trust a word from your mouth, for your silver tongue can weave naught but pretty words and webs of lies! My brothers have taught me well, I know not to trust the enemy.”

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