The dark lord gamer

The dark lord gamer

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A fantasy, RPG and tactical game called the silmarillion was a complete success in the gaming industry becoming the number 1 game very easily and fast. The greatest players of the game were a guild known as the "Anuir" with 15 founding members 8 men and 7 women with The first and greatest of them all was a player who went by the name of Melkor the dark lord. Each player had they're own names and titles which aided the guild in every way but they all hated melkor in some way for he was the only one of them that chose the dark path of his levelling system, magic, weapons, fortress and most of all his servants instead of a path of light and because of this he leaves they're main fortress in the lands of valinor and builds and stays in the lands of Beleriand and Middle earth. But after years of the game's release it was announced that all the servers of the game will all be shut down forever. The Anuir all come together including Melkor to have one final meeting and one by one they leave but Melkor was the last to leave but he didn't leave the game just yet, he instead decided to stay till the very end. But when the end does come it become clear that the game hasn't actually ended yet, instead the countdown once finished goes back up. Confused Melkor is baffled by why he wasn't forced to leave but what is even stranger is that his servant sauron who was in his room at the time who is an NPC (Non player character) begins to speak which was never a feature in the game. What will the dark lord do now in this situation, read this book to find out.
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Set in the world of Middle-earth, during the time of The Rings of Power, Melisane, the youngest sister of Finrod and Galadriel, unlike her sister's mind-reading abilities, possesses the divine gift of prophetic dreams, able to glimpse the future, past, and unseen realms. As a child, she was captivated by tales of dragons-creatures of wind, sky, and fire-and often dreamed of them, their power and grace haunting her thoughts. In the aftermath of the Elves' flight to Middle-earth, the loss of her brother Finrod, and Galadriel's departure to hunt Sauron, Melisane is left battling grief and feelings of abandonment. Despite her skill as a deadly commander and warrior, she struggles to find purpose, withdrawing from those who care for her as her dreams grow stronger. One fateful day, she stumbles upon a newly hatched, abandoned dragon-just as her dreams had foretold. Believing this moment signals a change in her destiny, Melisane takes the creature under her care. Concerned by her reclusive nature, Elrond, the Half-elven, and an old family friend, seeks her out and is shocked to find her raising the dragon. Agreeing to help her, he assumes she will eventually let it go, but their shared bond over the creature slowly rekindles their long-lost friendship-and something deeper. As shadows loom once again over Middle-earth, Melisane and Elrond must navigate the growing darkness, all while facing the uncertain futures that their hearts and dreams reveal. Will their newfound connection withstand the threats closing in, or will the starlight of their bond be consumed by the shadows? _ "You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands made fists beneath the pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams, cenedril af fae nín. Let me help you."

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