She spoke in a mocking and rather oily voice, as though she felt that the place wasn't a total waste of space but somewhere decent (by mortal standards) and nothing more than an ordinary place of work like some inn or tavern. She lent back in her chair with a huge smile spread across her face, yet her eyes momentarily flickered to the door on my right as I heard the quiet sounds of someone trying to walk softly without being heard.

'Well .' I started. The door burst open to my right and yet another moron appeared but he didn't get much further, with one swift and smooth motion I drew and threw one of my knives at him, without taking my eyes off Deollyn's or loosening my grip on the others neck. 'Its quite simple really, I have come to offer my services to you' I said plainly as this situation was beginning to bore me and I wanted everything resolved. 'And what services might those be?' she answered getting up from her seat for the first time and walked to the front of the desk. She was quite tall for a woman and very skinny and willowy. Her voice was no longer a bark; it was more like a cooing, like some stupid simpering child. Yet her eye flashed at what I had to say and there was a hint of, what I guess was supposed to be danger in her voice.

I looked at her, and then to the man I still had by the neck, then to the corpse on the floor with my knife through his neck. He had fallen in the open doorway and was now lying in a pool of his own blood, dead eyes staring relentlessly at the ceiling. Then I looked down at myself, I was still caked in the blood of the stupid twats in the other room, as I snorted with contempt at what she had said. I knew she thought she was playing with me, and well I thought it might be fun to play along for a little while.

'I think that my services speak for themselves quite plainly, even for you mortals. And if you don't quite get the picture try replaying the last few minutes in your head, or perhaps you should take a walk through your 'establishment'. That might point you in the right direction.' I smirked at her and looked at the man in my hand. 'Or I could give you a personal demonstration right now' I began to close my hand around the man's neck once again and he struggled wildly against my grip but his eyes began to roll back up into his head and his struggles got weaker until they almost stopped. All the time Deollyn just stood and watched again as she had done before.

She grinned and nodded her head and barked at the man once again to stop struggling, which he did, whether it because she had told him to or because he was practically out of breath and strength, I don't know. But he did stop struggling against me, yet still I did not release him, I only loosened my grip once again, enough for him to at least breathe. He tried to turn and look at Deollyn and I loosened my grip even more as I could see that she was pleased with what I had done, though I wasn't seeking her approval, just a job. Be needs must as the devil drives and if I had to impress her to get what I wanted, then so be it.

'Mistress?' he spoke to her, his voice and body shook terribly. Why? I have no idea as she's just saved his life twice. He began to sweat a lot too so I was glad of what she did. 'GET OUT!' she shouted at him very loudly. She shouted at him, at the top of her lungs, in a very small room. It's the only time I'm not fond of my keen sense of hearing as everything is about ten times louder than they hear it, so her shout and the echo was almost ear splitting. Stupid bitch, why the hell did she have to shout? Its not like the guy was on the other side of the village. He was a few feet in front of her and she shouted at the top of her lungs. Bloody people!

But I took that order as a good sign and I finally released him from my grip. He half collapsed as I let him go and he gasped and took a few deep breathes [breaths] before he got shakily to his feet. It wasn't like he was anywhere near dying now or had been through a terrible ordeal, yet he acted as through [though] he'd been mere inches from death and still was. Once he was on his feet, he again took a few more deep breaths to steady himself. Fucking drama queen! Blowing things out of proportion, they're all like that. They get one tiny little scratch and they treat it like it's a war wound and they're [they've] had a sword stuck right through them, they're rolling around on the floor shouting and screaming like they're dying or they're in agony. Honestly! They don't know the meaning of the word 'pain'. 'Deollyn. I can't leave you alone with this. creature, he's dangerous. He could hurt you mistress' He managed to gasp while glancing nervously in my general direction.

Bastard, I hate it when people call any of my race or me 'creatures'. Like we're just a bunch of common animals or scum scraped off the bottom of their shoes. Even when they're talking about animals, they never call them creatures. That is one of the major and general reasons for at least some hatred of all mortals by my entire race especially my dear friend Hal. I think that 'creature' is the one thing that Haldir hates and despises most about mortals. One single small word, it drives him mental. They call us 'creatures' as though we were nothing or something dirty and hideous that should be avoided at all costs. Ok, it would be nice if we never had anything to do with them again, but to be called that is a price a little to high for us. Thinking about it, I guess that's Haldir tip number 4 'Never mention the word 'creature' when he's around as he always takes it the wrong way well unless your one hundred percent clear on your meaning beforehand'. But as we hardly ever use that word I don't think that you'd even get to chance finish that sentence if you were talking to Haldir. It's simple, he'd shoot you in the face before you can even blink let alone apologize or say anything more.

Anyway, it seemed like the wrong thing to say to her too. Her face contorted with rage and anger. She strode straight up to him and, with all her strength, backhanded him right across the face. He stumbled backwards and a look of surprise and then submission spread across it. She was stronger than I thought, or he was even weaker than I'd imagined him. He looked down at her feet, unable and unwilling to look her in the face and she whispered that same order again. He didn't say a word this time and left to room as quickly as he could without running.

I must admit that despite my better judgement, I quite liked Deollyn, she had a fire and fury inside her that I had not seen in many woman, both mortal and elvin. True there are a few that can fight and stand up for themselves, but they just seem so angry at everything and quite empty. I guess it was a shame she wasn't an elf, as I would have at least gotten to know her and perhaps even become friends with her. But she was mortal and nothing that she could say or do would change that, she'd always be below me and do things that I'd hate and despise so I wouldn't want to get to know her. Also, she'd be someone that I could never take home or let within a hundred miles of Haldir. Her fire and fury was not enough to make me stoop down to her level of thinking. Nothing mortal would make me do that. And I'd much rather have Haldir as my friend than her. Plus she's mortal so she's going to die. What would be the point in becoming friends with her and getting to know her if she's just going to pop her clogs. Talk about a waste of time and effort that could easily be better spent on other things!

So as soon as the door was shut, Deollyn smiled at me, though the smile did not reach her eyes, they retained their cold fire, but there was also a hunger in them too. A hunger I had seen in the eyes of many before her and would probably see again and again. A look that I have known all too well, having seen it about a million times before. 'Well' she sighed 'Alone at last! Now, what can I do with you?'
A/N: I'm sorry Kireina that I've made you sad with my fic. Though its one of the reasons why my fic is rated R and I said that it wasn't going to be cuddly and cute and I knew that it wouldn't be everyone's cup of tea and that some people might find my fic offensive. But I DON'T condone racism in anyway way, shape or form, its stupid, pointless and hurtful, and I'm just not like that. I care about who people are and not what they look like. Looks truly aren't everything but personality is. I've made Legolas very arrogant and he can't see that he's just really prejudice [prejudiced] against people. But if you think about it some elves are quite racist/prejudiced anyway i.e. the dislike of dwarves (and vice versa I suppose) and some don't hide it very well. But in my fic something is going to happen (as it always does) that will change his opinion of humans (won't say what or by how much, but you'll all probably guess anyway) I mean if you hang around with people long enough, no matter how prejudiced they are, they'll eventually accept them in some way. But it's only a stupid story made up by me in the middle of the night during my many mindless hours of non-sleep and so I hope that you don't hate me for writing it. O I thought I'd just take this opportunity to say 'sorry' for any trouble/hurt/sadness that I might have caused you or anyone. And I've added a warning at the very beginning of my fic since you've brought this up to my attention.