I bent close to his ear, his body pressed firmly against mine so he
couldn't get free 'Take me to Deollyn' I hissed in his ear with a large
amount of contempt in my voice, though there was also a touch of seduction
in my voice to try and tempt him to help. 'Why should I?' the man in front
of me snarled. I laughed, well maybe my charms were a little off that day,
or maybe he had some cheap strumpet somewhere that he admired, so I would
have to try a little force 'Well you don't have to, though I would prefer
not to wander about this' I looked around the room, taking in the pile of
bodies at our feet, the blood on the walls, and just the general shabbiness
of the whole place 'god awful pigsty. But if you want to die then ' I began
to pull his sword gently across his throat, slitting the skin but not deep
enough to kill him, 'so be it'. But even the dumbest of people see very
little point in inflicting unnecessary pain upon themselves. 'Alright, I'll
take you. But I hope that you've made peace with whatever gods you look up
to, coz you won't be walking out of the room, you'll be carried out and
slung on the rubbish' he spat. I snorted, trying very hard not to burst out
laughing because it would take more than idle threats and all the people in
that house to take me down.
With the sword still at the man's neck, we walked through the door at the back of the room. It led to another corridor and down a flight of stairs to the cellar. At the end of the stairs there was a door, he knocked in some code (one knock, then two, then three honestly, it doesn't bode well for the total security of the place if they have to use codes. They shouldn't need them if the house was secure because no unwanted person should be able to get that far into the place). I heard one pair of footsteps coming towards the door and before it had opened properly I pulled the sword across the man's throat with almost enough force to slice his head clean off his shoulders. So all the person at the door found was a nearly decapitated body. I had stepped to the left of the door in the shadows, as I wasn't completely sure what to expect, as this was the office of their boss, so logic dictates that this area should be heavily guarded. And surprise is one of the best advantages to have again unknown circumstances. I love how short sighted they are. I was less than two foot away from the guy and he didn't see me. The man looked about and then turned to tell the person inside what he had found. The instant his back was turned I slid in the door.
The room is itself was dimly lit, but they wouldn't have seen me even if it had of been flooded with broad daylight because they're so stupid. It was a small room with a large desk at the other end, opposite the door and there was another door off the to left. The light shone from a few candles on the walls and two or three from holders on the desk. There were only two people inside the room, the man who had opened the door (he was quite old was starting to get rather fat, it was obvious that he'd begun to let himself go) and behind the desk, in a high backed and very ornately carved chair (which was pretty hideous) was a young woman. She was aged in her late twenties and she too had dark hair and eyes, much like Tellyn. I guessed that they were either related it some way, or just bore a striking resemblance to each other, I was going to go with them being related. Though one of her eyes was no longer dark, but milky white. She was blind in one eye, probably due to the rather large scar she had down the right hand side of her face and that passed over her eye. She sat with a very arrogant air about her, like she was the preverbal 'Lady of the Manor' though I couldn't see anything that should make her feel like that. She was sitting in the cellar of a broken down old house that would soon be falling in on her, I mean if she had any money then she'd be able to buy a better place and sod all this 'low key criminal hideout' crap. And she was surrounded by a bunch of incompetent fools, who could hardly get themselves killed without someone else's help let alone, go out and kill other people. Though in hindsight, I have the feeling that all of them were assassins, as Deollyn was suppose to be a 'crime lord'. Well too bad, just because they weren't assassins didn't mean I wasn't going to carve them up. I'll do that to anyone who gets in my way.
She seemed very unaffected by the news of what the other man had found at the door. Kinda makes you wonder if she or her people found dead bodies at their doors on a regular basis, which wouldn't be a very encouraging thing, not that everything so far had screamed encouragement at me. 'Has there been any word from Tellyn?' Her voice was stern and demanding, with rather a large amount of anger in it, and she seemed to bark at the man rather than speak to him or just shout. He man in front of her was shuffle nervously, practically shaking and trying extremely hard to disguise his obvious fear of her and what he had to say. 'No Deollyn, there hasn't been any word'he did not look at her as he spoke, almost like he was too afraid of what he'd see if he looked at her. Snivelling, whiny coward couldn't even look her in the eye. 'Nor will there be any word from him.' I spoke from the shadows beside the door, and both turned to the stare around the room to see who had spoken to them. I stepped out into the small pool of light to another set of audible gasps of shock 'Unless you can contact the dead'.
The man who had opened the door ran at me. I just stuck out my hand and caught him by the neck. He began to struggle to get at me so I started to close me hand and he began gasping for breath. This only intensified his struggle against me, though this time it was more about getting free of my grip rather than getting to me but it was short lived as his lack of breath stole away all his energy. I didn't look at him for my eyes were fixed on Deollyn. She did nothing, she just stared back at me, she was giving me what I suppose she thought was a 'penetrating stare' to try and unnerve me, but it wasn't working. Like some idiotic mortal bint could ever look at me and see more than what was right in front of her nose, if that for they have very little or no perception of anything at all. She did nothing until her useless lackey almost lost consciousness when she barked an order to basically 'call him off'. Honestly, they treat each other like animals. They just have no respect for those who serve them. Ok neither do I, but I at least try hard not to treat them like shit. I mean what's the point in making them feel any lower than what they already are? Plus they can be a good source of information, if you can filter out all the false and stupid bullshit that gets made up and thrown around court. And she obviously had some use for him, or why would she call him off so that I might give in to her wishes and not kill him? Though it was a tricky thing to do, because I would have killed him there and then. But this wasn't about killing well it wasn't completely and directly about killing, but I was there to get what I wanted and I knew that it may very well involve the slaughter of a few people.
He stopped his last feeble attempts to break free, or get to me, as soon as Deollyn had given the order, though I didn't release him. He had some use and I could use his life to manipulate her, if I needed to. But there was a spark of interest in her eye when she looked at me. And that spark would be very useful indeed. 'Now I wonder what brings an elf to my humble establishment?' She said with a smirk.
A/N: There I hope that I've successfully sorted out the thought/though problem to your liking Arwen Undomiel. I'll try hard not to make so many mistakes. But I'm stupid and I have a load of things to do...and I can only read the same thing so many times before I get sick. And I don't want to get sick of my fic coz then I won't write anymore. But now I have a beta YAY! Go me!!!!!!!!!! But thanks for pointing that out. And any other problems anyone comes across (as long as it's nothing too major) just tell me and I'll try my very best to sort it out ASAP. Also Jade Indigo . I'm not angry with you. Everyone has their own opinions and I don't hold it against people to express them. But something you have to remember is that Legolas isn't aan assassin yet, he wants to be one but he's quite inexperienced at actually being one...though he would never admit it to himself. So he's cocky and he thinks he knows everything but it will change as he gets more actual experience. Plus I would guess that he's quite young even for an elf so it's kinda like I said when he met Tellyn: 'Always thinking that you're ready for something that you're not, and that you and only you can do something that no one else can'. Everyone and everything else is wrong except what he's doing. So that's kinda the way he's thinking at that moment in time hence the cockiness. I guess that it's all I coz he's just an arrogant son of bitch really (in my fic). I hope that kinda explains why I've written it this way but I'm glad that you still like my fic
With the sword still at the man's neck, we walked through the door at the back of the room. It led to another corridor and down a flight of stairs to the cellar. At the end of the stairs there was a door, he knocked in some code (one knock, then two, then three honestly, it doesn't bode well for the total security of the place if they have to use codes. They shouldn't need them if the house was secure because no unwanted person should be able to get that far into the place). I heard one pair of footsteps coming towards the door and before it had opened properly I pulled the sword across the man's throat with almost enough force to slice his head clean off his shoulders. So all the person at the door found was a nearly decapitated body. I had stepped to the left of the door in the shadows, as I wasn't completely sure what to expect, as this was the office of their boss, so logic dictates that this area should be heavily guarded. And surprise is one of the best advantages to have again unknown circumstances. I love how short sighted they are. I was less than two foot away from the guy and he didn't see me. The man looked about and then turned to tell the person inside what he had found. The instant his back was turned I slid in the door.
The room is itself was dimly lit, but they wouldn't have seen me even if it had of been flooded with broad daylight because they're so stupid. It was a small room with a large desk at the other end, opposite the door and there was another door off the to left. The light shone from a few candles on the walls and two or three from holders on the desk. There were only two people inside the room, the man who had opened the door (he was quite old was starting to get rather fat, it was obvious that he'd begun to let himself go) and behind the desk, in a high backed and very ornately carved chair (which was pretty hideous) was a young woman. She was aged in her late twenties and she too had dark hair and eyes, much like Tellyn. I guessed that they were either related it some way, or just bore a striking resemblance to each other, I was going to go with them being related. Though one of her eyes was no longer dark, but milky white. She was blind in one eye, probably due to the rather large scar she had down the right hand side of her face and that passed over her eye. She sat with a very arrogant air about her, like she was the preverbal 'Lady of the Manor' though I couldn't see anything that should make her feel like that. She was sitting in the cellar of a broken down old house that would soon be falling in on her, I mean if she had any money then she'd be able to buy a better place and sod all this 'low key criminal hideout' crap. And she was surrounded by a bunch of incompetent fools, who could hardly get themselves killed without someone else's help let alone, go out and kill other people. Though in hindsight, I have the feeling that all of them were assassins, as Deollyn was suppose to be a 'crime lord'. Well too bad, just because they weren't assassins didn't mean I wasn't going to carve them up. I'll do that to anyone who gets in my way.
She seemed very unaffected by the news of what the other man had found at the door. Kinda makes you wonder if she or her people found dead bodies at their doors on a regular basis, which wouldn't be a very encouraging thing, not that everything so far had screamed encouragement at me. 'Has there been any word from Tellyn?' Her voice was stern and demanding, with rather a large amount of anger in it, and she seemed to bark at the man rather than speak to him or just shout. He man in front of her was shuffle nervously, practically shaking and trying extremely hard to disguise his obvious fear of her and what he had to say. 'No Deollyn, there hasn't been any word'he did not look at her as he spoke, almost like he was too afraid of what he'd see if he looked at her. Snivelling, whiny coward couldn't even look her in the eye. 'Nor will there be any word from him.' I spoke from the shadows beside the door, and both turned to the stare around the room to see who had spoken to them. I stepped out into the small pool of light to another set of audible gasps of shock 'Unless you can contact the dead'.
The man who had opened the door ran at me. I just stuck out my hand and caught him by the neck. He began to struggle to get at me so I started to close me hand and he began gasping for breath. This only intensified his struggle against me, though this time it was more about getting free of my grip rather than getting to me but it was short lived as his lack of breath stole away all his energy. I didn't look at him for my eyes were fixed on Deollyn. She did nothing, she just stared back at me, she was giving me what I suppose she thought was a 'penetrating stare' to try and unnerve me, but it wasn't working. Like some idiotic mortal bint could ever look at me and see more than what was right in front of her nose, if that for they have very little or no perception of anything at all. She did nothing until her useless lackey almost lost consciousness when she barked an order to basically 'call him off'. Honestly, they treat each other like animals. They just have no respect for those who serve them. Ok neither do I, but I at least try hard not to treat them like shit. I mean what's the point in making them feel any lower than what they already are? Plus they can be a good source of information, if you can filter out all the false and stupid bullshit that gets made up and thrown around court. And she obviously had some use for him, or why would she call him off so that I might give in to her wishes and not kill him? Though it was a tricky thing to do, because I would have killed him there and then. But this wasn't about killing well it wasn't completely and directly about killing, but I was there to get what I wanted and I knew that it may very well involve the slaughter of a few people.
He stopped his last feeble attempts to break free, or get to me, as soon as Deollyn had given the order, though I didn't release him. He had some use and I could use his life to manipulate her, if I needed to. But there was a spark of interest in her eye when she looked at me. And that spark would be very useful indeed. 'Now I wonder what brings an elf to my humble establishment?' She said with a smirk.
A/N: There I hope that I've successfully sorted out the thought/though problem to your liking Arwen Undomiel. I'll try hard not to make so many mistakes. But I'm stupid and I have a load of things to do...and I can only read the same thing so many times before I get sick. And I don't want to get sick of my fic coz then I won't write anymore. But now I have a beta YAY! Go me!!!!!!!!!! But thanks for pointing that out. And any other problems anyone comes across (as long as it's nothing too major) just tell me and I'll try my very best to sort it out ASAP. Also Jade Indigo . I'm not angry with you. Everyone has their own opinions and I don't hold it against people to express them. But something you have to remember is that Legolas isn't aan assassin yet, he wants to be one but he's quite inexperienced at actually being one...though he would never admit it to himself. So he's cocky and he thinks he knows everything but it will change as he gets more actual experience. Plus I would guess that he's quite young even for an elf so it's kinda like I said when he met Tellyn: 'Always thinking that you're ready for something that you're not, and that you and only you can do something that no one else can'. Everyone and everything else is wrong except what he's doing. So that's kinda the way he's thinking at that moment in time hence the cockiness. I guess that it's all I coz he's just an arrogant son of bitch really (in my fic). I hope that kinda explains why I've written it this way but I'm glad that you still like my fic
