Deollyn did nothing for several minutes except smile and stare manically forward, which was really rather disturbing and made me feel a little uncomfortable (for the first time, well because of something a mortal had done). There was an almost deafening silence as she just sat there staring into space thinking about money and all the things she could do with it. You have to love greed, one of the strongest feelings men feel. Yeah, so it's not totally confined in their race, but it is a fun thing to feel and think about. When she finally looked back at me once again, the smile and that kind of insane look were still very evident right across her entire face. She spoke to me 'Well elf, for some strange reason, your words make some sense to me and I will do as you have said'

She got up from her seat and walked past me to the door. She opened it and spoke in whispers to that spineless pile of crap she had shouted at before. I have no idea why she whispered as I could easily hear every single word she spoke. She told him to send word to their 'benefactor' that she had discontinued the Lorien deal and that they should look elsewhere. He looked at her with worry in his face, then to me and back to her. Then with an obedient nod disappeared from view as Deollyn closed the door and turned back to face me.

"There elf, I've taken heed of your words, though this does not mean that I trust you. Not by a long road, but as I said before, your words seem to make sense. However, how can I recoup my losses?" At that moment I was very near to telling her to stop calling me 'elf' for a start, as I have a name and the polite thing to do would have been for to her ask for it so she could address me properly. Though it became apparent that she was only thinking out loud and that she was completely uninterested by business. She once again walked behind me to and placed her hands on my body (it was painfully obvious what she was after). I tried very hard not to flinch away from her touch and I somehow managed. One of her hands was on the back of my left shoulder and the other was on the small of my back. She sighed and walked around to face me, dragging her hands over my body until they both rested on my chest. Though this time she seemed unconcerned that her hands were covered in blood. People get like that when they touch me. Just forget or stop caring about everything except where they can place their grubby little mitts.

She was about five inches shorter than I was so I had to look right down at her hands on my chest as they had begun to move, she slowly began to draw small circles on my chest with all her fingertips. Then I looked up a little at her face, still fighting to keep disgust from it. I guess that's why people see us as a very arrogant race as we look down on everyone. But we can't bloody help it can we? It's not our fault that they're all born short and we're not! And so looking down on them is the only way we can look at them without physically bending down and making ourselves look like right fools.

"Is killing people your only talent?" she purred at me. I smirked wickedly at her, though I wasn't sure how much I should play with her. Though the fact I was still in the house and I was a total mess, made me think it best to just get on with it and leave. I bent down lower so I was level with her eyes and pulled her face very close to mine "Of course not!" I hissed seductively in her ear and I felt a shiver run down her body. "Excellent!" she laughed "I could do with someone with some other skills and at least half a brain."

She pushed away from me and turned on her heels to sat on the corner of her desk, her legs crossed in front of her. Again, I think it was supposed to be seductive and enticing for my benefit, and she also tried a delay tactic by changing the subject completely, which still did absolutely nothing for me. Well in a sexual way, but it provided me with all the information I needed, and the chance play with her, to make her want me, so she wouldn't change her mind and not give me the job. She told me about the job she had lined up for me and what I would have to do; a simple job which would be easy enough. Just a hit on some Gondorian noble that was suppose to be under heavy guard since the last assassination attempt on his life, which had been about three weeks ago by one of Deollyn's rivals. She thought that I might have some problems getting to him, but I assured her that I would find it a piece of piss to get in and get the job done. Also that in the event that I was caught (as if!!!), that I would have to deny all knowledge of her, this place and.well everything. Basically it came down to 'Keep your mouth shut and deny everything'

I only told her that I had one stipulation about this job and all of the jobs that I was going to do, which was that I was to have no time limit or deadline. I would be given, as much time as I needed as I wasn't planning on getting caught and that would require detailed knowledge of everything to do with my intended target. Deollyn didn't quite like the sound of that. But a few more of my well chosen and silky words of how much money I would bring in made her give me her personal assurance that I would have no deadlines or time limits on the hits that I was on.

I love it when I find out what really presses peoples' buttons. It makes everything so much easier for me and it usually provides great entertainment as I can get almost everyone to do the stupidest, dumbest and most insane things. Though no matter how long I spend with Haldir, I can never find out exactly what presses his buttons, what would make him purr like a content kitten, simper around me or just do anything I ask or tell him to without question. I've tried a million times but nothing seems to work (though I haven't used my body or slept with him yet, I might have to try it sometime) Well I had to find something fun to do while I was out the shit-hole that is called the Realm of Men!

When she had finished I turned to leave and was greeted by an immediate whine of disappointment from Deollyn. She demanded to know exactly where I thought I was going. This was a mixed blessing as it kind of meant that I had the job but that I would have to report my every movement to her, like she owned me now. I turned to look at her and she put on a silly pout and made more whining noises like a spoiled child who knows all the have to do it whine, pout their lips and give the puppy-dog eyes to their parents so they'll give them what they want. Ok so we've all used the exact same things, or some of them to get what we want. I'm guilty of it too. Though I go more for the batting my eyelids and rubbing up against the person now. Because everyone looks so childish and rather idiotic when they forcibly pout, whine and go all gooey eyed, and I don't consider myself a child anymore (really I haven't considered that for an extremely long time) nor do I want to look like one or look that stupid.

But this was my first time doing this sort of thing; I thought it best, as always at that time, to play along with it. Or at least half play along but still show her that she didn't own me, I didn't have to tell her everything and that I could do whatever I wanted. So I simply told her that I was off to start my work immediately, which made her pout and whine even more than before. "But I though we were going to get to know each other better, and I want to show me your other 'talents'". And at what she said I could do nothing but sigh deeply.