Two swords clash in a training area, A man wearing a black cloak and half-skull mask and Talion the Ranger.
"Come Malren, do you really expect to get me with a head on aproach? I may be playing the role of your parents killer, But i'm still a ranger of Gondor."
"And how do you expect getting anywhere fighting a shadow" sounded a voice behind him. Talion turned to see Malren standing without his cloak and mask behind him, the thing he was locking blades with was some sort of Shade that Malren had conjured.
"You can use black magic? How long have you been hiding this?" he said as he was flipped on his rear end and a rapier end was pointed at his chest.
"Till now." said Malren, a smirk planted on his face. he then sheathed his rapier and helped Talion up, recovering his cloak and mask had been his symbol for 10 years...Ten long years...
"Malrin?"
"Uh?" he came too he'd aparently had been in mid way of putting his cloak on but had just stared.
"Oh its nothing I was just-"
"Thinking of the past?"
"Yes."
A ghostly appariton that was named Celebrimbor apeared, once a elf he was now a wraith.
"One must not dwell on the past..." He gazed down at a hammer in his hand "It only brings pain to do that." he looked up "One must learn from it."
"Ofcourse Master Celebrimbor." sayed Malrin bowing.
"Now off to bed, in the morning we set off to were you'll be stationed." sayed Talion
"Stationed?" asked Malrin
"Mordor is a large place and we can not be everywhere." sayed Celebrimbor as they walked back to their hideout.