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“I have an offer for you, Feanorian. Will you hear me?”

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The Prisoner - for that is how the one who had once been Maitimo and Nelyafinwe thought of himself, now - opened his eyes with some measure of caution, assessing the one who had spoken to him through the veil of his eyelashes. He was sure that Sauron and his foul master had forgotten about him here, left him in a state of deathless suffering...but perhaps they were not finished with him yet.

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Fealasse stared at the Maia in front of her. She recognized him as one of the dragon riders from the Dagor Bragollach, the great-winged nightmares that haunted her every step. And here was their master. She should kill him, should strike him down as he lies here, injured and unconscious. Or send out an alarm for backup so he can be taken prisoner for information.

Fealasse draws her blade, then hesitates, cursing her emotional heart. She cannot bring herself to murder someone who is incapable of retaliating. She reminds herself that he is no more than a beast. She cannot tolerate the idea of returning with him as a prisoner. The fort is an oil keg as it is, tensions and emotions simmering to a boil; all it would take is one spark.

She leaves a pouch of berries, her extra water-skin, and walks away.

Now you are responsible for everyone who will die by his hand. Fealasse weeps. She hates what this war has made of her.

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She'd tried to remain unseen by it, tried not to draw attention but ultimately she'd been spotted. There wasn't anywhere she could run and fighting was a sure chance of death with a dragon involved.

The poor girl was terrified and awestruck to see such a great beast up close, this might have been a nice experience if not for the looming threat of death "I won't go." She whispered "I'm not letting them take me to that awful place.. Im sorry I killed them but- but I won't go!"

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Erestor looked the other up and down, disliking the stranger already. Then again, he expected little else from a servant of the Enemy.

“And what is it you want to do with me, exactly?” The elf asked, one brow arched judgingly despite being in chains himself.

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The humiliation burned worse than any wound as he was forced to his knees in front of the dragon rider. His hair crackled with flame, but the enchanted chains on him kept him from using his full power.

"Well, what a surprise to see you here. I had thought our acquaintance had long since ended."

The Necromancer sat on his throne of black iron - though it was more of a chair than anything fancy enough to be a throne. His robes and veils hide his hands and faced, but his eyes burned with the same flame as they had two ages ago.