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Chapter 2
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She looked like no average commoner from the southern area of Middle-earth. Something about her gave a quiet, secret illusion that no man could point out. Her ebony, black hair and athletic body was always hidden in the worn, black cloak. The green eyes were always on alert but smoothly remained calm to the suspicious lookers.
She entered the tavern, no one really bothering to look up from their drinks. Her current identity didn't draw anything unusual, just looked like an average traveler who came in for a drink. The silent night gave the sober men a pleasant atmosphere in the old, badly cleaned room. A single fireplace burned brightly to keep it comfortably warm, away from the cold air that stirred beyond the doors.
"Well, Miss Miyon, been a long time seeing you around these parts. I have been expecting you." A familiar voice shouted over the muffled noise as he appeared through the crowd.
A small smile emerged through the hood as she extended a hand to the recognized face. Small, immense scars lit up on her knuckles, giving some sign of her dark past.
Halulm was the name she called him. Neither one talked off there past, only and strictly of business. She did find out some small information about him. A middle-aged Rohan, man who had three daughters from two previous marriages. His shaggy blonde hair and rough, deep voice didn't give it away, his name did.
He smiled back and willingly grab her calloused hand, shaking it firmly as his voice turned serious, "What brings you here? He didn't give me enough information."
Miyon glanced to the view behind his head to make sure no one in specific was listening to the confidential meeting. Drunks continued to yell loudly to each other, telling slurred, untrue stories of their imaginary tales and adventures of how they came to this city of Gondor. Then she looked at the muzzled, unshaven face that was staring at her for an answer. "Can we go somewhere that is a bit..." she hesitated for a moment to the right word, "...secure?"
The fat around the heavy man jiggled as he laughed out loud, a smell of some foreign alcohol in his breathe gave out in the air inside her nostrils which made her slightly wince. He pulled the leather belt farther up , not that it needed to be any higher, to the burgundy, buttoned suit and continued to laugh as he motioned his head to an abandoned table farthest from the fire.
He pushed his way through the crowd with Miyon close behind. She pulled down her hood and her sleek black hair revealed to the on looking men. She sometimes didn't mind the attention but now if they remembered her face; it could hurt her job and business. Few maidens who seek of desire and a profit watched her of jealously, wondering how they were drawn back from there drunken clients to the new flesh that suddenly appeared from no where.
She cursed at them under her breathe as they both reached the end of the room, ignoring the few men who glazed upon her secret beauty, "Damn bathes, I liked it better when I was dirty."
"Excuse me?" Halulm questioned her with a smile as he took a seat on the loose, wooden chair that looked as it was to collapse under his weight.
She looked at him as her hands rested on the dusty table while taking the chair across from him, "Nothing, shall we get on with it?"
He chuckled again and agreeably nodded, "Yes, yes of course. I have heard you wanted to get into the palace."
"You heard correctly."
He smiled at the attitude she embarked on him then continued, "My sources tell me that they are looking for maidens to assist the Queen, I have a reserved position for you."
Before she spoke to disagree, a young Gondorian solider approached in front of them. Her heart raced, afraid that he had heard them both talking but gave an innocent smile to him. The glistening metal and the engraved symbol of the White tree distracted his expression as she watched and listened for angered words.
"Milady, would you like to accompany tonight?" He spoke in a kind voice as he took off his helmet, having just arrived in the tavern, and a smooth smile growing across his face.
She exhaled of him thinking of other matters as her gentle expression dropped serious, "I am rather busy to be of fact."
Chuckling softly, he glanced at Halulm, "Would you mind if I stole her and took her home with me?"
He blankly stared back at him and shrugged, "I wouldn't..." then pointed a fat finger to Miyon, "...but she would."
She rolled her eyes, indicating she had enough and stood up as she pulled the hood over her head. Then looked down at Halulm replying, "I will take the position. Until we meet again, sire."
He nodded and saw her leave with the soldier close beside her. He watched him willingly grab her hand but quickly knew it was a mistake as she twisted her's and pressed her thumbs firmly against the back of his hand. He slightly winced at the soldier's pain as she pushed in a downward position towards him. His knees grew weak as he grunted and heard a snap in his wrist, surprised of how she took the effortless heavy, force on him. Finally, she let go and shook her head watching a Gondorian fall before a Beorning woman. Then turned around and disappeared in the crowd, thinking it was going to be an easy task to accomplish.