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WELCOME TO THE REFUGE!
Brosh, and welcome to the Refuge of the Dark Elves! You have just stumbled onto Lady Elianna's Mordor site. The Refuge has been the site of quite a lot of controversies; but we eventually won out :). The Refuge is dedicated to all you elves who finally saw the light and joined the side of Mordor. You are safe from all who would seek to destroy you here; this is our haven. Remember, Morgoth richly rewards his faithful, so keep to the Darkness and never fear the Light. Strive always to fight for Morgoth, and you will be blessed. Make yourself at home here, and remember your right to be here always! Forth, to conquer the Light!
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The round pretty hoppits make me crazy... wait, I was already crazy...
Joined: Jul 2004 Gender: Female Posts: 62 Location: A place bereft of sanity..(OK)
Re: Favourite Soundtrack « Result #13 on Feb 19, 2006, 8:05pm »
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I've never really heard anything by Bon Jovi
Poor darling.... *insert AWWWW from everyone in thread here*
lol and yesh Galuwen, me likes.... but I'm more
It's my life, And it's now or never, I ain't gonna live forever, I just want to live while I'm alive. (It's my life) My heart is like an open highway, Like Frankie said I did it my way, I just wanna live while I'm alive. It's my life!
Re: Favorite Soundtrack « Result #15 on Feb 17, 2006, 2:31am »
Eli Living on a prayer? To me your just bad medicine. Giving love a bad name. But hey it's my life. Iam a run away, whose wanted dead or alive. So I'll I can say is have a nice day.
Re: Dark Creepy Mordor Bar with no name yet « Result #21 on Feb 10, 2006, 10:37pm »
No time for small talk. No time for hiding in shadows. This was the place. This was the time. As she entered she was bathed in darkness from the night sky. Looking more like the dead lady of Mirkwood, Galuwen. The one whom she was made from. Her long red hair was dark crimson. And no longer where her eyes blue but a color that would best be described as fire. A mix of orange and reds. Magic had created her. But passion drove her. A passion to please her master. An unseen force that she obeys. Her dead heart wishes that she could she the one that wills this power over her. A power that told her to be here. She stuck out like a sore thumb. Wearing a short black and red tunic, that reviled not only her tights but her array of weapons strapped in various places. "Why am I here!" She said loudly. "Who has brought me to this place. In the blink of an eye she had moved, tumbling to the center of the room. Shotting out metal disks that seem to come from her hands. The disks easy smashed tables and chairs. As well as a few bottles behind the bar.