Her lips curled in another smile, a flash of distrust flickered in his eyes and then went out. "Take your hood off." He snapped, agitation smeared his words.
She reached back and yanked her hood off, the harsh light making her wince. "I know where it is, if you want it. I'm thinking that it would be too hard to obtain but with the right people around... the jewel is priceless and the Noldor would pay double your weight in gold for it." She said in a hushed tone, knowing full well that many of the people in the town wouldn't know what she was talking about, but if the words got to the wrong person...well, she just didn't want to think of it. "What is your name, blood wolf?" She asked suddenly, catching the lanky man off guard.
"Thorondruin."
She nodded "They call me Himelilek." Leaning back on her heels, bring the dagger slowly up by its chain.
[ July 14, 2002: Message edited by: Manelwen ]
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