The woman outside her cell studied her for a moment. "What is your name?"
"It's none of your business what my name is!" The prisoner yelled, whirling and baring her teeth. "I stand here caged before your very eyes and yet you ask another about me. Next time, oh fair elf maiden, ask the condemned for their story and not those who condemned them!" She growled, grabbing the bars of her cell, then she smiled partway, thinking suddenly of something worth changing the subject for; Her judgement. "I suppose I shall meet the father of that lovely Legolas Greenleaf? He is so beautiful..." She smiled as she turned away from the bars. "He was too busy with himself, I suppose, to even care when my parents were killed." She was silent then, nothing more came from her.
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