H is for Hate

She really, really hated Faleni right now. She was miles underground, and away from the trees, the sky, the sun, light, wind, and decent company. Not that they travelled in the best of company ever, but the least Faleni could have done was bring along Sten. She liked Sten. He was big, strong, and quite intelligent. And silent. Everything that drunk dwarf and that sneaky assassin were not. And until they left the Deep Roads, she was trapped with them.

At least at the moment, Oghren and Zevran weren't trying to talk to her. They were, however, leering; she could feel it on the back of her neck, and it was setting her on edge.

"Morrigan..." Zevran started to say in that obnoxious Antivan accent of his. If it was another attempt at flirting, she wasn't going to be responsible for what she did next. "...my delicate swamp flower, I was just..." That did it. He wasn't going to live to finish that sentence. She whipped around, staff in hand, and sent a bolt of ice at the assassin. He froze instantly on the spot. Oghren looked on in shock.

"Witch, what did you do that for?" He grumbled irritatingly. She morphed into a spider, and lept on the dwarf, knocking him on his back. All eight legs pinned him to the ground. At least as a spider she couldn't smell him. She leaned closer, her fangs dripping with poison. She was so close to ending this misery.

"Morrigan. Stop. Don't kill Oghren." Faleni said, boredom dripping with every syllable. "We need him and I really don't want to sic Belinan on you." Morrigan's fangs stopped just short of Oghren's neck. Belinan was Faleni's pet spider, and he really didn't like Morrigan. She'd forgotten about him. Reluctantly she climbed off of the dwarf and morphed back into human form. Oghren was about to breath a sigh of relief, when she shot off another bolt of ice, rendering him motionless. Faleni sighed, and rolled her eyes. She walked over to the ice statues of Oghren and Zevran, and examined them thoughtfully.

"You know, if these were for sale, I don't think anyone would buy them. Too ugly. Next time, could you try to get them in better poses?" The Warden's attempt at levity did nothing to improve Morrigan's mood.

"They were obnoxious. This whole venture has been most disagreeable. Warden, why on earth did you think bringing these two miscreants along was a good idea? For that matter, why am I even here? Surely Wynne would be better suited towards the task?" She was nearly pleading. What lows those two idiots have brought her to.

"I have my reasons, Morrigan. Oghren knows the Deep Roads. Zevran's a sneaky bastard and you..."

"And I? And I what?" Her eyes narrowed to pinpoints and bore into the redhaired elf's face.

"You keep them out of my way. If they're bothering you, then they're not trying to distract me." Faleni grinned. "Now will you please defrost them so we can keep going?" The unrepentant elf turned around and practically skipped down the path. Morrigan glared at her retreating back, and then back at the frozen figures.

"I hate you all so much."

A/N - Yeah, I was in a silly mood when I wrote this chapter. But you know... I always wondered why she didn't haul off and do something to those two. Also, Belinan is Dalish for "many eyes" bel = many, inan=eyes.