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Elf Lord
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: In a field of paper flowers
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Elrohir, after desposing of his burdensome captive, traveled swiftly through the levels of Moria. He'd felt the power, the light. The creature capable of such power would be incredible to behold.
Unfortunately, when he reached the hall the only thing he saw was its pitiful human costume. He frowned. What he wanted was to break her. Make her change forms and then take out her heart. To dominate, to rule. To, after thousands of years, wreak her vengeance upon the Fates.
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