The undead female sat silently thinking. Word from her minions had told her that the elf she had sent to the Elvenking's realm was slipping from her grasp each day. Something she was loathe to admit.
Múrú did not easily accept defeat.
She stretched her mind once more and felt for the mind holds she had set on Mornovarion. The elven healing had started, but was still incomplete. To dreams they had sent him to heal. Then that would be where she would speak to him.
But there was one that was close to him that could do her works, unintentionally. The elf maiden sent to aid in his healing.
"Greetings, Mornovarion! I know you can hear my whispers... ignore the elven maiden. You now belong to me. Do you think your betrayals will be forgiven once the Elvenking gains knowledge of all you've done for the Master?"
Thus Múrú began her evil works in deceit and lies.
At Thranduil's realm, the elf Mornovarion stirred uneasily in his dream-state. Tinuiel, too felt a chill as a small bat hung unnoticed near a branch by the window.
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