Yelena

Cursing herself, Yelena arched an eyebrow.

'Very funny. What's a hobbit doing so far above ground, Titch? You seem real worried about what they were saying - you don't actually believe it, do you? A prophecy? Yeah, right. I think that wizard's gone wacky up in that tower of his at the end of the earth. Huh. It's not even that impressive. Maybe if you're small, eh, Titch? Gondor's more impressive, if you're into that kind of thing, but I doubt you know that - you halflings don't like to travel much, do you?'

She sneered unpleasantly. Even if she had a grudging respect, that didn't mean she actually had to be nice to Elaina. It wasn't in her nature to be nice, at least not out loud. It would make her seem weak, or so she thought.

The hobbit seemed uncomfortable, but Yelena wasn't about to let that bother her. What did she care? A quiet voice cleared its throat in the back of her mind, but she pushed it savagely away.

The sound of footsteps on stones alerted her to the presence of another. She turned, and her eyes widened involuntarily as she took in none other than Ignaceus, the wizard who had made the prophecy.

Yelena found herself wondering, not for the first time, what on earth had possessed her to come here.

 

-Westrina

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