[Elentarimir]

"What do you want?" Randir asked. The terror in his voice was only slightly masked, and Megilien could see right through it. She threw back her head and laughed. It wasn't the type of laugh that you would hear at a joke, but a shrill, high, cold laugh, the laugh of someone who knows that the person in front of them is half-terrified.

"What do you want?" Megilien imitated in a babyish voice. "Oh, since you've guessed my business already, then you know what I want." She stepped forward and laid a hand on her sword hilt, scaring him further. "I want you to come back to Ithilien with me, and I'm not taking 'no' for an answer!"

Randir made to spurr his horse out of the cell, but Megilien grabbed the horse's head. All Elves had a way with horses, and Megilien was no exception. It halted, and would not move. Megilien grinned wickedly up at Randir. He had revealed himself for certain with that comment about Ithilien, for this mission was top secret business.

But Randir gave no sign of coming quietly. "Stubborn indeed," Megilien muttered in Quenya under her breath. "Very well," she added to the man, switching back to Westron, "if you willing not come on your own free will, my Lord Faramir has given permission to use force."

Randir blanched. Megilien watched his face contort with fear, and allowed herself an evil smile. She moved her swordarm to the hilt, and prepared to draw, as she took a half step forward. The horse whinnied and shied back, but didn't move towards Megilien, as she advanced on Randir. "Now," she said quietly, "you'll be coming with me!"