[Carnëiach]

Elanor felt in her sleeves to the straps that held her sais...
"Yes!" She hissed in relief as she felt the smooth metal under her fingers. The sharp, thin ends of the sais would make perfect lock picks.
"Elwyn, is your sword still there."
"No, but I saw one of the filthy guards with it, smugly tucked in his belt, son of a... well yeah anyway..." She faded off, taking a deep breath as she bit off the end of her curse. "Cursing wont help anyone." She muttered. Elanor smiled at her and crept towards the door. Looking out she was relived to see that guards everywhere were the same; theyd sneaked off to the barracks room no doubt, to play a game of dice.
"Well, I never thought Id be glad to see skivers!" Elwyn had joined her and the pair smiled at each other, enjoying the moment of light heartedness.
Slipping one of the fine points of her weapon into the lock she twisted around slightly for a moment, when the lock gave a small click. Smiling slyly the witch withdrew her weapon and laughed.
"Not even a double mechanism. A hobbit child could have found their way out of that one." She noted Elwyns surprised look and laughed. "Hey, Im not entirley useless without magic you know! After you." She swept an overdramatic bow and pulled open the door, wincing as it creaked on the rusty hinges.
"Now...barracks room..." They walked down the corridor, their feet echoing on the floor. Suddenly Elwyn stopped, her elven hearing picking something up, and pressed herself against the wall, with Elanor following her example, although she felt deaf without her magic heightened senses. Two guards swaggered past, laughing, obviously drunk, not noticing the pair in the shadows. When their footsteps had died off, the mortal witch smiled at her friend.
"A little more caution now maybe."
Elwyn wasnt fully listening. "When I find the idiot with my sword, the sword shall bleeding well find its way to the fools heart!" She muttered darkly.