WARNING: This fic contains spanking. If that ain't your thing, don't read!

Disclaimer: We only own Narya, everything else is Tolkiens

Title: Legolas' Found Treasure

Category: Lord of the Rings

Authors: tiaoconnell and nadriede_cede

Author's Note: Rather AU following the events of Lord of the Rings

Trilogy

A slight Elf maiden was rather stumbling through the woods in the

dark, treading much too heavy for the normal Elf. She spotted a

light and tried to hurry towards it, her breathing rather ragged,

when suddenly she tripped and fell flat on her face, causing so much

noise that Legolas Greenleaf, who was sitting in his camp, jumped up

from the log he sat upon, scanning the forest around him intently,

listening with his keen Elven ears.

She got up, creating more noise, and continued to head towards the

light of what was a fire, hoping to find some warmth and perhaps a

little food for her journey. She stumbled along, half blinded by

tears, desperate to get warm and be safe. Little did she know she

wasn't going to get much of that soon. Out of the blue something

large and very strong slammed right into her, wrapping arms of steel

around her. It was Legolas of course, an Elf like her, but she

didn't notice that, so scared was she already.

"Release me!" She shouted, reaching for a dagger hidden inside her

gown. She pulled it out, and it glistened in the moonlight. Legolas

saw it and his eyes went wide. With one arm still wrapped around the

small girl, he started to reach out to grab the dagger from her. She

took a swipe at him with it, missing by a long shot, and made a

frustrated growl before trying again.

Legolas blocked her blow easily enough, and watched the girl

intently. She had a fire in her eyes that he had never seen before,

and he found it intriguing. She wrestled in his grasp, with a

surprising amount of strength for such a small female Elf, still

trying to stab him. "Let me go or so help me I'll..... I'll...."

She stopped talking, not sure of a suitable threat.

"I believe you are in no position to do much of anything, little

one." Legolas replied, his blue sparkling with laughter. He found

her struggle amusing.

She landed a solid crack across his face with her small hand. "You

arrogant fool, I demand to be released!" She continued struggling,

this time coming much closer to nicking his chest with the dagger.

Shocked, Legolas rubbed the cheek she struck, still holding her

tightly, and finally he got the dagger out of her hand and tossed it

away. "You have a strong fist, little one. But tell me why I should

release you? You come charging into my camp like some drunk Orc with

no explanation. How do I know if you are friend or enemy?"

"I WILL be an enemy if I am not released!" She shouted angrily,

cracking his face again and attempting to kick him.

Annoyed, Legolas growled as he moved out of the way of her kick just

in time. "You are very beautiful, but very rude and stubborn. I

demand some kind of explanation from you!"

"I do NOT answer to you sir!" She shot back, nearly ducking under

and out of his grasp.

"Since I am your only hope out here for food and warmth, you had

better change your thoughts on that, little one." Legolas advised

her as he tightened his grip on her.

"I am not a little one and your hurting me." Her voice grew more

urgent and scared despite trying to fight it, and a whimper escaped

her lips.

Sighing, he relaxed his grip on her just a little. "You are a little

one, little one." Legolas said, and the girl could hear a smile in

his voice. "And you are also rather naughty, I might add."

"I am not!" She said, sounding more childish then before. This time

her kick hit its target: his shin.

Legolas groaned loudly as the pain coursed through his leg all the

way to his knee, and he tightened his grip on the brat once

again. "Clearly whoever raised you never punished you properly." He

said. "I bet not once in your life have you felt a strong hand on

your bare backside, have you?"

She gasped as she attempted to jerk away from him. "Don't you touch

me!" She shrieked, sounding rather panicked. Her blonde hair was

whipping around wildly as she struggled, and her blue eyes, had he

been able to see them, were riddled with fear.

"Don't worry, all I'm going to do is give you a little something you

obviously have never had before. It will do you some good, I

imagine." With that Legolas picked up the small girl, slung her over

his shoulder, and started for the log he had been sitting on earlier.

Now several whimpers followed. "Please!" She wailed. "Let me go, I

beg of you!"

"Ah, not so proud and strong now, are we?" Legolas asked, his voice

full of amusement.

"This is not funny! Please, let me go. I won't bother you again!"

"Well you're right there, little one. If I do a good job here, maybe

you won't ever bother anyone again!" He had reached the log by now,

and sat down quickly, dumping the wiggling girl over his lap. "Tell

me where you are from, and why you are out here all alone."

She squirmed, another whimper letting its way out. "I'm sorry,

please, I can't!" She exclaimed.

"You can't? Or you won't?" He asked as he lifted up her dirty skirt

and then lowered her undergarments.

She shrieked as she felt the cold air upon her bare skin. "This

isn't funny!" She yelled, kicking and wriggling.

"Am I laughing?" Legolas asked. "I don't hear me laughing. Whether

or not you tell me who you are and why you are out here, you are

still going to be spanked for trying to stab me numerous times, and

hitting me twice, not to mention kicking me and just being plain

rude!" As he talked he got angrier, remembering all that the girl

had done. Tired of fooling around, he brought one large, strong hand

down on the cute, pale bottom that presented itself to him. The

cracking sound that occurred rang throughout the forest.

She gasped, then shrieked. "I don't usually take to striking a

woman, but I have never met a woman like you before that needed to be

spanked so badly." Legolas scolded her as he brought his hand down

again. SMACK!! Furious now, he spanked her four more times, his

blows rapid and harsh. She kicked around and tried to roll off his

lap. She wailed loudly and burst into tears as her bottom began to

heat up and the sting began to build. Legolas ignored her and

continued to spank the hell out her, the pain in his shin reminding

him as to why this girl deserved a spanking. His strong, capable

hand slammed into her flesh over and over, and Legolas could see a

pink glow beginning to form. He kept spanking her though, determined

to make her see the error of her ways.

She continued to cry. "Pleeeeeeease!" She

begged. "Stoooooooooop!" Her small hands flew back to cover her

stinging cheeks as she bawled. Legolas fixed that real quick. He

stopped spanking her for a minute as he grabbed both hands and pinned

them to the middle of her back with his left hand, and then he

continued to spank her. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!! As hard as he

could.

She screamed loudly, and after two more smacks he stopped and rubbed

the crying girl's back gently. "Do you think you can behave now?"

He asked.

She nodded, going limp over his knees, crying earnestly. "No make me

go back." She croaked out through her tears.

"Make you go back? Go back where? What are you talking about?"

Legolas questioned. She just shook her head no and bawled, wishing

he'd released her, feeling a burn in her backside that she

desperately wanted to rub. Her hands were not able to get free

though.

"Peeeeeeez." She whimpered.

Legolas sighed. "Do you promise to be good?" He asked.

She nodded. "Yes." She whimpered very pitifully.

He thought for a moment. "Good. But unless you want another

spanking, I suggest you make a strong attempt to stick by your

promise."

She nodded. "Peeeez, lemmme gooooo!" She wailed.

"All right, little one. Calm down." He soothed, and helped her up.

She hiccupped, and stood up, wincing, rubbing her sore bottom,

forgetting about modesty. As she was illuminated by the firelight,

several dark, suspicious spots became apparent on her lower back and

face. Legolas stared at her, shocked. "What is that all over you,

child?" He asked.

She frowned and quickly righted her clothes "Nu...nu...nothing."

She stammered out and attempted to run off.

"Wait just a minute, little one." He said, catching her by the arm

and pulling her back. She landed on his lap, and he trapped her

there with his strong arms.

She yelped as her sore bottom connected with his strong lap, and she

squirmed on his knees. "Please." She begged, her face down.

"I know your bottom is sore, but I want some answers from you. You

may sit here on my lap, or you may lie across it to ease the pain.

What is your choice?"

"Lie." She whispered. "It really hurts." She sniffled, a few last

tears trailing down her face.

"Very well little one." He said, and grinned at her. Carefully he

helped her lie down across his lap once again. She was quite for a

moment as he rubbed her back, and then suddenly he began lifting up

her skirt again.

"No, please, I promise!" She exclaimed, after flinching when he

rubbed her back.

"No, calm down. I'm not going to spank you again. I have some

special cream that I can rub on your bottom. It will take the pain

away some, and you'll be able to sit in a while." He paused for a

moment. "If you do not want to me to put it on you, I will not."

"All right." She whispered. "Then can I go?" Her voice was small

and frightened. She fit like a tiny child across his lap, Legolas

noticed.

"Can you go?" Legolas asked, puzzled as he pulled the jar of cream

from a bag that was next to him on the ground. "No, you may not go

anywhere, little one." He told her as he opened the jar and began to

gently apply the cream to her beet red backside. "You are out here

all alone, with no food or protection. Where would you go? What

would you do?" He asked her as he continued to rub the cream into

her skin.

She flinched and squirmed as he rubbed the cream onto her sore

backside. "Anywhere." She whispered, in answer to his question.

"Anywhere." He repeated, and smiled. "That covers a lot of places,

don't you think? No little one, you will stay with me, and you will

tell me exactly who you are. I do not even know your name, and you

do not know mine. Since I have spanked you and am now rubbing cream

on your naked backside, we should at least be on a first name basis,

don't you think?" He asked, grinning.

"That is none of your concern and neither am I! I truly need to go,

please." She attempted to rise again.

"Yes, I am sure you do." Legolas replied, his tone a lazy drawl as

he easily pushed her back down. "The cream won't start working for

about an hour, so you might as well sit still and relax, and tell me

a little about yourself. Or lie still, I should say." He added. She

just burst into tears and began to shake. She was trapped..... again.

"Will you not at least tell me your name, little one? I will tell

you mine first. I am Legolas Greenleaf of the Mirkwood realm. I am

traveling to Rivendell to meet an old friend. There. I have told

you my name, and have even told you where I am going and why. Now

you must share something with me, just to be polite."

She was quiet for a moment before finally giving in. "Narya." She

whimpered, still shaking and crying.

"Narya." He echoed thoughtfully. "What a beautiful name. It means

Fiery One, does it not?"

Narya nodded. "Don't hurt me." She begged, sounding utterly

terrified.

"I will not hurt you. Did I say I would?" Legolas asked gently.

She shook her head no, but her tears didn't stop. She prayed that

this time the dark bruises were hidden from his view. "You must calm

down, Narya." He said gently, rubbing her back again. Legolas

glanced down at her and saw those bruises again, and knew he must

find out how she got those. "Tell me little one, how you got these

awful marks on your beautiful body." He asked her.

She wailed this time when he touched her back. "Please no make me!"

Narya whimpered, starting to shake again as her tears died down.

"At times you speak like a child. Why is that? How old are you?"

Legolas questioned her.

"One thousand." Narya answered. "Please, that hurts." She wailed

as he rubbed her back again.

Just one thousand years old? He thought, surprised. "I imagine it

does." He said in reply to her complaint. "You have some awful

bruises. Tell me what has happened to you."

Narya shook her head no. "You'll make me go back!"

"If someone has hurt you Narya, I will not make you go back to them,

ever. Now tell me what you are running from." Legolas told her

gently. She shook her head no again and bit him, trying to get

away. She didn't believe a word he said! Shocked, Legolas sucked in

a breath of air, not believing she had bitten him. "Narya, it would

be sad indeed if I had to spank you again after applying cream to

heal your backside." He told her, his voice a low, dangerous growl.

"Then let me go!" She begged, kicking hard. "Please, I can't stay

here!"

"I thought we had established that already. You will stay here!

However, if you are in danger and are being pursued, you need to tell

me so we won't be taken by surprise by an army or something. Now

tell me what is going on!" He demanded angrily. Narya bit him

again, still unable to trust him. Legolas growled, furious. "All

right Narya. I hate to do this, but if you aren't going to cooperate

with me, then I shall have to convince you to change your mind."

Before she could respond he brought his hand down hard right on her

sit spot.

Narya let out a wail, then tried to huddle up on his lap, her free

arms flying all over the place. Legolas caught her hands again and

held on tight, then continued to spank her. His hand rose and fell

ten times, fast and cruel. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK. The forest echoed with the sound. "If you do not

tell me what I want to know Narya, I will fetch a switch and use it

on your pretty little behind. Better yet, I'll use the end of one of

my arrows!" He smacked her again as hard as he could, feeling bad

about doing it but knowing it needed to be done.

"Please, I don't want him to hurt me!" She screamed, writhing over

his lap.

"Who Narya, who? Who are you running from?" Legolas demanded, still

spanking her.

"Stooooooooop." She begged, sobbing and going limp

again. "Pleeeeeeeeease, my uncle, pleeeeeeeeease." The pain in her

backside was driving the ability to speak nearly out of her mind.

Legolas stopped, surprised by her wailing. "Your uncle?" He asked.

He looked down at her bruises. "Your uncle did this to you? But,

why?" She nodded, but was now hiccupping and sobbing too hard to

talk, even though she now felt very compelled to tell him.

"Calm down my little one, and tell me everything. I promise, I swear

to you that I will help you in any way I can. I will not let anyone

hurt you ever again. I will protect you. You can trust me, Narya.

You can. I know it will be hard for you, but you need to try.

Please try. Tell me what has happened to such a beautiful girl."

Legolas tried to soothe her.

He rubbed her back as he spoke, his voice so soft. Through her tears

and hiccups Narya told the story of how her parents had died, leaving

her a poor orphan in her uncle's hands, and how he blamed her for

their death and for costing him money and being a burden, and took

his frustrations out on her. It had finally become too much at the

last beating, after she had refused to marry one of his ugly nasty

friends who had often encouraged her uncle while he hurt her, and so

she had run away. While she talked her body slowly began to relax

and she leaned slightly into the touch, his voice soothing to her

ears. Her hiccups and sobs eased to the occasional sniffle and a few

stray tears.

Legolas listened to her story, never interrupting as he rubbed her

back. As she spoke his anger grew to a near deadly wrath. She could

feel his anger and whimpered, thinking it was directed at her.

Legolas heard her whimper and quickly reassured her. "No. Do not

cry Narya. I am not angry with you. Your story, your situation,

your uncle, angers me." She said nothing, and he was quite for a

moment as well, thinking. He did not know this girl, really know her

that is, but for some reason he felt protective of her. He wanted to

hold her in his arms and keep her safe forever. He wanted to show

her that a man could be loving and caring, and gentle. He did not

know if she would let him, though. He sighed. "How long has it been

since you ran away from your uncle?" He asked. "How long have you

been alone?"

"Since yesterday." She moved a little and Legolas let her ease off

his lap and fix her clothes, quickly wiping a dirty face on a dirty

sleeve. Then she looked at him, trying to get a read on him and what

he was all about. His eyes looked so kind, which was strange to her,

as it had been ages since her parents had passed on, and from that

point until now no one had been nice to her. Legolas studied her,

knowing she was sizing him up and wondering if she could really trust

him. He smiled at Narya. "You've been alone that long? You are a

brave thing. How did you manage to survive?"

"Just took this gown and left, nothing else was really mine. I ate

what I could, which wasn't much, and nearly froze to death." It

hadn't been that cold, but it felt like it had been. She slowly

eased herself to her knees, not wanting to sit on her sore bottom,

and placed herself about a foot from where he sat.

He smiled at her, admiring her courage and strength. "I suppose

you're pretty hungry, then?" He asked.

She blushed and nodded. "To be honest, I was going to steal your

food." Narya blurted out, then cringed and put her hands over her

head, expecting blows that wouldn't fall.

Legolas' eyes went wide, not at her confession as he found it

amusing, but more so because of her actions. She acted as if he was

going to hit her! "Narya, you do not have to do that." He said

softly. "I will never strike you the way your uncle did. I

promise. But do not take that to mean I will not spank you if you

misbehave." He grinned at her again, winking.

She looked up, searching his eyes. "Yeah?" She whispered, ignoring

his comment about the spanking.

He laughed, noticing how she avoided his last remark. "I am a man of

my word, fiery one. Never will I beat you the way he did." He

paused, looking her in the eye. "Do you believe me?" He asked.