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Skittles was beginning to enjoy the proceedings, especially the part where she got to boss Hyarmenwë around in Alli's absence. Igör's handiwork was such that she had a wicked cool jagged scar on her wrist but felt it not the least, and had not lost any mobility. There were fresh scones on the table and hot chocolate to drink. She wasn't paying all that much attention to the matter at hand, but kept an ear open in case anyone else needed a reprimand.
It seemed all her bossy dreams came true when Smilog & Co. slipped into the room, trying to seat themselves inconspicuously in the back of the room. Latecomers! Joy! Plus, Smilog's companions weren't even diplomats and therefore had no business being in this room during negotiations! She opened her mouth to say something remonstrative, but it died on her lips when she spied a fourth body entering the room.
A Siamese cat slunk into the chamber. Well, not perhaps "slunk" but rather "sashayed." She wore a necklace of pearls around her neck (naturally) and a golden watch fob dangled from one ear.
"Hissyfit!" Skittles declared, identifying the new character for all and sundry. She leapt up and joyously took the cat in her arms. "Oh how I have missed you! If you will remember, you were supposed to go everywhere with me! Where have you been?"
"Off creating confusion and mass hysteria on my own, as I am wont to do," yawned Hissyfit, squirming in her mistress' tight embrace. "But, I got bored. I killed all the cute little mice and the rats with colorful personalities and broke up with Bob, so I came to see what you were up to."
"Bob?" Skittles asked.
"You remember Bob, my bobcat boyfriend. I saw him with a cheetah and that was that."
"Oh, that Bob," said Skittles with a nod, not curious in the least where in Mount Doom all the bobcats and cheetahs were hanging out. "I'm sorry to hear it. I hope you scratched him?"
"On the nose."
"That's my girl."
"So what's up with the freaks and geeks you're with?" Hissyfit asked, giving the room a bored once over.
Skittles puffed up proudly. "These are ambassadors from Gondor and Mordor, here to suss out the problems between Roggie and Mardil. Roggie has made me his Warlordess."
"Really?" Hissyfit's ears perked up. "What war?"
"The war that will inevitably take place should the negotiations fail."
"So you're here to sabotage the negotiations?"
"Well, no, I'm one of the Mordorian ambassadors trying to suss out the problems."
"And you're the Warlordess." Hissyfit preened her whiskers, remarking, "Seems like a conflict of interests."
Skittles shrugged. "I'm not very interested in the negotiations, so not really."
Hissyfit yawned. "In that case, let's get out of here and go do something fun."
"Like what?"
The cat flicked her tail. "Well, you're the top army brass, right?"
"Righto."
"Right. So, we could go abuse your power. Intimidate lower ranking officials and make the soldiers do a hundred push ups. Go dancing. Eat chipmunks. There's lots more fun things to do around here than chewing the fat with these chumps."
"Okay," Skittles agreed. "I want to go steal things from the armory, I've got a key now!"
They left Roggie's chamber and sashayed together down the hall. An orc forgot to salute Skittles and she karate chopped him in the throat, while Hissyfit perched on her shoulder giggling delightedly.
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