Guys!" Kili shouts, "look..." The company had been passing a near by cave, when Kili had shouted out. The others tred over on their horses and spot what Kili had seen; an elven woman, tied to the cave wall. She appears to be deserted, and only bound there by rough, fraying, pieces of rope. The company stand at the entrance, and Kili wanders in. He bends low, and begins to untie the ropes around my ankles, which had been digging in, and chaffing against my skin. I am so pale, that the red marks they leave behind are extremely visible, and only make me more self-concious of the situation I'm in. The most arkward thing is, I am naked. Completely, stark naked; not a single scrap of cloth covering my body. He unties the rope around my wrists, and then it progressively gets worse. He quickly undoes the rope around my neck, being gently with his caloused fingers. I expected a dwarfs fingers to be rough, and clumsy, but he is far from that. Then my waist follows. I close my eyes as he pulls the rope from my hips, not once skimming the skin that lie there, and stands up, ripping the gag from my mouth, so fast it's painless. Kili then takes off his coat, and passes it to me. It is too big, and covers up all the areas that shouldn't be exposed, which I am forever grateful for.
Fili, who's name I learn when Kili, his brother, adresses him, suddenly comes forward, and asks what has happened to me, to end up in this situation. But Kili stops him in his tracks, and tells me to follow him to his horse, outside the cave, where I sit behind him; embarrased, ashamed and arkwarkd, three things that are horrible to experience, especially all at once. "What is your name?" Kili asks, as he helps me mount onto the horse. "Mayana" I reply, before he grabs the reigns, and tugs so the horse begins to trot. When we start to move, Kili and I are at the back of the party. I feel tired-sleep is incredibly hard when you're tied to a rocky cave wall-and wanted to sleep. Kili leans back, and whispers, "how are you doing back there?" I look at him, and whisper back, "I'm a little tired." He nods, and then says, simply, "then go to sleep. I'm not going to deny you your basic human rights. "How?" I ask, not quite sure how this is going to work. "Well...you wrap your hands around my...um...waist, and...um...rest your head on my shoulder." he says, smiling slightly, and blushing. "Either shoulder is fine...I don't mind" he adds, rambling on, trying to cover his akwardness, but only making it ten times worse for himself. I nod, and wrap my arms around his waist, trying to think nothing of how it felt, and how we must of looked to anyone who glanced over at us, at that particular moment, and comfortably place my head on his right shoulder. "Thanks." I mumble, and, before I can stop myself, "By the way, you smell nice," I add, my face getting hotter. He smells like spices and fruits; far more exotic than the confinements of the elven kingdoms I originate from. I hear a qiuet laugh as I drift into sleep.