[Manelwen]

She tensed, hearing the familiar voice; a voice the mortals could not hear. The smile on her face grew more mischievious as the minutes went by. "Yes, but watch your mouth girl. I have seen people run fast when they make enemies with me." Her voice was like honey-coated barbs, and as she turned away she relished in the heated look the girl gave her.

She left them standing there, in the road to go into the inn where she thought the voice came from. In the corner of the room there was the face that matched the voice, peering at her over the rim of a cup of ale. Mindful of the blood still on the floor--but the dead man gone, dragged off by the looks of the trail--she picked her cape up and walked to the table and sat down. "Ollea." The icy-eyed elf acknowledged with the tilt of her silver head.

"Himelilek" She muttered tipping her mug towards the elf.

"Up to no good as usual?" Himelilek's eyes were on the door as the woman she had been talking with and the overly ambitious theif walked in the door.

Nodding slowly, Ollea's eyes fell on the two she had been looking at, "As always." She sighed, her eyes shifted to Himelilek's silver ones. "So what have you been getting up to, lately?"

"Things that innocents like you shouldn't be getting into." She taunted mercilessly.

"ah." Skillfuly avoiding the question, as always. Ollea thought darkly as she looked at the silver decked elf. Taking a drink of her ale, she glanced at the two that were looming over Himelilek's shoulder. One, the elf-girl looked pouty and the other, the man, looked as if the whole of Melkor's army was after him.

"This one here is ideal for what you have in mind, Thorondruin." She said sweetly, not glancing over her shoulder but staring straight into Ollea's eyes unnervingly.

"In mind for what? What hair-brained scheme have you gotten yourself into this time, Himelilek?"

[ July 15, 2002: Message edited by: Manelwen ]