Thorondruin considered this move. If he understood the Elf's weapon correctly, it was quite wicked. And she was still holding the chain end. Too dangerous. "Drop it completely and I'll tell you what I'm after," he told her. She looked disbelieving.
"You drop yours first. I'll no more leave myself open than you will."
Ah, she was both wise and cautious. "Very well," he said, and dropped a dagger to the ground.
She paused a moment before dropping the end of her chain and saying, "You only dropped one. I like caution in a man. Now, what are you after?"
"Not here...too open. Follow me." He led her through the streets until they reached a dark house. Without opening the door, he said "I'm going to Ossiriand to steal something. Something very special." She waited. After a time, he continued, "I'm going to steal the Silmaril which is fabled to be somewhere there."
She nodded and said, "I may know where it is." He gave her a long hard stare.
"Truly?"
"Truly."
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