Shock showed on Nimueh's face for an instant, and then she pulled herself together and healed the wound with a few words. She looked back up at Moriarty.
"Is that all you've got? She smirked, and with a short phrase Moriarty had flown backwards, straight into the cave wall. Moriarty raised his head, slightly dazed.
"Oh, shut up." He pulled himself upright, and started looking around for some kind of exit from the cavern.
"It'll take you days to find the exit without knowing where it is…" Nimueh called after him.
Moriarty spun around. "Did you not just hear what I said, or are you just stupid- Wait, answered my own question." He pulled an odd, metal box thing from his pocket and started pointing it at the cavern ceiling.
All this time, the other man had stayed stood against the cavern wall, not even flinching at Nimueh's display of magic, but now he smirked at Moriarty.
Nimueh looked at the object in Moriarty's hand in confusion. "What is that? And this?" she knelt down and picked up the strange metal object that had wounded her from the floor.
The others ignored her. "Sherly, I can feel your eyes boring into the back of my head. I'm not overly interested in playing with you just now." He carried on waving the metal box around, though Nimueh wasn't really sure what he was trying to achieve.
"Will somebody please tell me who you all are?" Nimueh cried out in exasperation. Moriarty glanced up at her.
"Will somebody please tell me why you are so incredibly stupid?" he mocked.
The woman stepped forward. "I am Arwen Undómiel. My father was Lord Elrond and my mother Lady Celebrian." Nimueh nodded at her.
Moriarty muttered some kind of curse and lowered the metal box, sitting down on a bit of rock jutting out from the wall.
"Who. Are. You?" Nimueh said for what she hoped was the final time.
The man in the long jacket smiled at her. "I'm Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective. And this," he gestured at Moriarty, "is Jim Moriarty, consulting criminal."
Jim raised his hand without looking away from the metal box in his hand. "Hi."
"Such strange names… Where are you people from?" Nimueh responded.
"London." Both men said at the same time, then glared at each other.
"London?" Nimue frowned, "Do you mean Londonium?"
"Ah." "Wonderful…" was their response, though Nimueh wasn't sure why.
"Tell me, when do they come in here to give you your pills and shock treatment? Or do they just leave you here to rot?" Moriarty asked. Sherlock gave a slight smile, and added, "Perfect place for you then, Jim."
Nimueh smirked, "It is possible to leave the caves, you know. You just need to know where you're going…"
Suddenly, the elf-woman, Arwen, spoke. "Auta miqula orqu." She said, randomly, but, as Nimueh had no idea what she was saying, she didn't respond. Instead, Moriarty spoke over her.
"If you know how to leave then-" he started at Nimueh, before registering what the woman said. Clearly, this was a language he knew. He turned to Arwen and said "You really are a dedicated Tolkien fan."
Sherlock rolled his eyes and muttered, "Lord of the Rings…"
Arwen acted like they weren't there, just as she had been doing all along, "Nimueh, could you show me out please?" she asked, and Nimueh smiled and replied "Of course. Follow me," and with a few muttered words she plunged the cave into darkness to stop the men from following.
In turn, the two men ignored the women, having both already mentally branded them as insane. However, without the mindless chatter, they soon found they had to make up for it.
"Is this a mental asylum?" Sherlock started, stating one of his various theories as to what the hell was going on.
Moriarty considered it for a second. "It might be. That would explain a lot. Although the décor is rather dire…"
Sherlock sighed. "It's a cave, Jim…"
Moriarty only waved it off, "Anyway, didn't you jump off of a building recently? You seem to be in remarkably good health. I'm almost disappointed."
"Ah." Sherlock winced, "Didn't you shoot yourself recently, though?"
"I did, but a basic knowledge of anatomy is always useful when having to shoot yourself. There were a few…minor speedbumps afterwards, but that's not important."
Sherlock nodded. "Indeed. It's also rather helpful to have a…contact in the local morgue."
"I suppose I'll have to be more certain of your death next time. Hmm… decapitation is always fun. Wait- Molly? But you never gave her a second thought!" he gave a short laugh.
"I look forward to decapitation then."
"Hmm... yes. I never liked Molly anyway. She was so clinging and annoying! And I don't like that cat." Moriarty wrinkled his nose.
"Oh really?"
"Yes. It bites."
"She is rather annoying, isn't she?" Sherlock smirked. Moriarty looked at him in mock horror.
"Someone, alert the newspapers! Sherlock Holmes just agreed with someone!"
"Shocking…" Sherlock raised his eyebrows. And then everything got dull again for a while