"Is that bad?" Narya squeaked as she followed him back to camp.
"Is what bad?" He asked.
She didn't answer for a moment, having suddenly noticed how soiled
his tunic was, and realizing it was from her own gown and
body! "That I am something else." She commented, trying not to
blush.
"No. It is not bad. You are just amazing, that's all." He
approached the camp and dumped the apples near the fire pit. "We'll
have the left over stew, and these apples." He said as he dug a
clean cloth out of a bag and got his water flask. He set those aside
and got the fire started, putting the pot of stew over it. It had
been cool enough during the night so the soup had not gone bad. When
he was done he smiled at Narya and gestured to the log. "Sit, and I
will clean your wound." He told her. Narya frowned but obeyed,
sitting with a wince, tears stinging her eyes. She could not believe
how tender her backside still was! Either that or the log was just
terribly rough.
Legolas noticed the face she made as soon as her bottom made contact
with the log, and sighed. "It is still sore?" He asked as he poured
some water on to the cloth. Carefully he wiped the blood from her
lip, watching her as he did.
"No." She lied and flinched slightly as he tended to her lip.
"Hmmm. Then why did you make that face when you sat down?" He
asked, trying to be more careful as he cleaned her wound.
She said nothing, only squirming a little on her bottom. "I am
sorry, I have made your clothing rather dirty." She pointed out,
avoiding his question.
"What?" He asked. "Oh, yes." He said, looking down at himself. "It
is not a problem. One can clean their clothes." He glanced at
Narya, smiling. "One can also clean their body. There is a stream
near by. After breakfast you may bathe in it. I have some soap for
you to use, and some clothes too. I do not know if the pants will
fit you, but if they don't, the shirt I have will be long enough to
cover you well."
"Must I?" Narya asked, thinking of how thin she was and some of the
scars she sported.
Legolas glanced at her, surprised at that. "Don't you want to?" He
asked. She shook her head no rather quickly. She did indeed feel
the need to bathe, but not where he might see her!
He blinked at her, shocked. Why did she not want to bathe?
Odd. "Well." He said as he finished cleaning her lip and then
bringing out the jar of cream that he had used on her last night. "I
suggest you do, because we will be in Rivendell by nightfall, and you
want to look nice, do you not?" He opened the jar and applied the
cream carefully to her lip, waiting for her answer.
"I am going there?" Narya squeaked, looking very worried. "What if
they send me back?!"
"They will do no such thing. After they hear your story, they will
do all that they can to help and protect you. Besides, I would not
let them send you back even if they wanted to. There now, all
done." He said when he finished apply the cream to her lip. "After
breakfast you will bathe, and then we will start for Rivendell." He
got up and put the cream away, then hung the cloth out to dry. He
got the food ready for them, and together they sat and ate.
Narya ate very slowly, attempting to post pone the ordered
bath. "Will you be close by?" She asked, having a feeling he would
be watching over her. She watched him as she took little sips of her
stew. He had finished eating a while ago, and was just waiting on
her.
"I will be near, yes." He said in answer to her question. "But I
will try not to look while you bathe." Legolas promised her,
grinning. "I will keep my back turned until you are in the water,
and then I will keep watch over you."
Narya looked away quickly, not believing it. He caught that, and
frowned. "Do you not believe me?" He asked. She hurriedly put a
large bite of apple in her mouth so she could avoid answering that
question. Legolas stared at her for a moment. "Do you remember what
I told you last night Narya? I am a man of my word. Remember? You
believed me then. Why do you distrust me so in the morning light?"
She sighed. "I am ashamed." She whispered.
"Ashamed of what? Because you are so thin?" Her eyes went wide. It
seemed that he could read her mind! "I know how thin you are, little
one. I have held you, remember? I could feel your thin body through
your clothes. You need not be ashamed of that. It is not your fault
that you are that way. That was done to you." His eyes flashed when
he said this, and again he wished he could get his hands on her uncle.
Narya hung her head. "I just wish I was more beautiful. I am afraid
I am scared and very thin." She said, and glanced at her ribs, which
stuck out painfully looking.
"You are beautiful, Narya." Legolas told her gently, then glanced at
the sky. The sun was up now, and they needed to be going soon. "Are
you done, baby? We should be heading out soon, if we want to reach
Rivendell by nightfall."
She nodded "Where is this place to bathe?"
"Right over there." Legolas said, nodding to his right. "Let me get
your stuff ready, and I'll walk you over there." With that he got up
and dug through his bag again, pulling out another cloth for her to
use, a bar of soap, a towel, and some clothes. "You ready?" He
asked and he turned towards her. She nodded and together they walked
to the stream.
Once they got to the stream, Narya stood there and studied her
surroundings. The land around it was beautiful, as was the water.
It was crystal clear and cool looking, and off to the left a small
waterfall gurgled softly. Narya stared at it all for a moment and
then with a sigh she slowly began to undress as Legolas turned
around. Scars dotted the top of her back, while bruises and more
scars covered her arms, and a few scars adorned her neck.
She did not want him to see all that. "Please don't look." She
begged as she began entering the water, but suddenly she slipped on a
slick rock and went SPLASH with a great yell. Legolas turned at the
sound of her yell and plowed into the water, catching her arms and
pulling her up. He helped her on to the shore, and as soon as she
caught her breath she whirled on him, looking very upset.
"You gave your word!" She exclaimed, hurt clouding her
face. "Don't look at me, don't touch me!" She was so embarrassed
at being seen without clothes and upset that without thinking she
shoved him hard right into the water.
Narya then just stood there, her eyes wide and frightened, not
believing she had really just done that. Legolas came up to the
surface of the water, coughing and sputtering. He looked at her,
shocked. "Why did you do that?" He demanded. "I did not mean to
look at you or touch you. You fell, and I was trying to help you!"
She seemed to shrink under his very angry gaze. "I'm sorry." She
whimpered. "I don't know why I..." Her voice trailed off, and then
she regained her senses and tried to cover herself.
Legolas sighed. "Do not worry about it, baby. I had to change my
clothes any way." He told her. He saw her trying to cover herself
and flinched. "Get into the water and get cleaned up." He said as
he tried to get out of her way.
"I don't want a bath." Narya told him, her voice shaky. "I think I
should go." She added, trying to get redressed. But her hands were
shaking as well, and she couldn't get them to work right.
"Go? Where are you going? You can't go anywhere. Come back into
the water and get cleaned up, baby." He got out of the water and
started towards her, taking her soiled dress out of her hands. " You
can't wear this anymore, it's ruined." He told her as he tossed it
away. "Now go take a bath, will you? I want to leave soon."
"No!" She added a stomp, then looked horrified.
Legolas frowned. "Yes Narya, I want you clean when we get to
Rivendell. And if we are going there, we need to leave soon, so
please get in the water. You have everything you need. You don't
have to be embarrassed anymore, I have already seen your naked body
now." Had he ever. He could not believe the bruises and the scars
on the poor baby's little body. And how, she was SO thin. A lot
thinner then he had thought. His heart had been torn in two when he
saw that, and it had made him furious at the one that had been so
cruel.
"No! I want my clothes back, I'm leaving!" Narya shouted. She was
mortified that he had seen her body and just wanted to get away from
him, even though she felt a pang in her heart at the thought.
"Leaving?!" Legolas repeated, grabbing her arm. "I am afraid not,
little one. You have no where to go. You are going to get cleaned
up and then we are going to Rivendell. And you cannot have your
clothes back. I've thrown them in a mud pile. See?" He said,
pointing to the mud-covered gown.
Narya winced as he grabbed her arm. " Don't make me fight you." She
pleaded.
Legolas laughed at that. "I should be saying that, sweetheart." He
told her, and began dragging her back to the water. They reached the
edge and he pushed her ahead of him, a bit harsher then he meant
to. "Get in baby, I am getting tired."
Crying out, she whirled around slapped him across the face. "That
hurt!" She shouted. It scared her that he would drag her and push
her.
For a very long moment Legolas said absolutely nothing. Then he
looked at her, his eyes burning. "If you do not get in that water
and bathe yourself, I will take you in and wash you myself, and if
you force me to do such a thing I will then turn you across my knee
and spank your wet behind! Do you understand me?!"
Narya flinched at that. "I hate you!" She shouted, her eyes filling
with tears. "You promised and you did anyways! And then you dragged
me and you pushed me." She shouted again as her tears began to
spill. "You lied, you'll be just like him!" She screamed, and then
just stood there in tears, trying to cover herself again.
Legolas groaned. "I did not mean to drag you and push you, Narya. I
am sorry. And no, I will not be just like him. I would rather die
then be like him. I am sorry, baby. But you did hit me you know,
and I didn't appreciate that very much."
"Sorry doesn't make it better!" She added another stomp.
"Did he ever tell you he was sorry?" Legolas asked, raising an
eyebrow at her. Narya shook her head no slowly. "Then how can I be
like him, when I have done this thing that he never did?" Legolas
asked very gently.
Narya sighed and looked down. "How can you look at me and want to be
around me?" She whispered, more tears flowing.
"What do you mean? You think I don't want to be around you just
because you have scars and bruises? You are very wrong if you think
that. I want to be with you because you are sweet and nice." She
said nothing and continued to stare at the ground. "You have a
beautiful face, you know." He told her gently "But your true beauty
lies in your heart, and that is what matters." Finally she looked up
and just stared at him for a moment. He sighed. "Please get into
the water, love. We need to go, okay?" With a deep sigh Narya
nodded and finally went into the water and cleaned herself while he
sat and waited. While she bathed many feelings rushed through her
mind and body. They were emotions, and she didn't know where they
were all coming from, and it scared her, as she had never felt like
this before towards a person. These thoughts occupied her mind as
she got cleaned up, until she was finished and started to exit the
water. Legolas heard her getting out of the water and jumped up,
grabbing the towel and heading towards her, holding the towel out so
he could wrap it around her.
"I'm sorry I was terrible to you." Narya whispered as she
approached him. "I'm a bad Elf."
"You are not a bad Elf." Legolas said softly as he wrapped her up in
the towel. "You are just fiery. Too fiery, sometimes." She
swallowed hard and leaned into his touch, wondering how mad he was.
He was quiet for a moment. "You know, I really should spank you.
You struck me in the face, and you should not have done that."
She hung her head again and nodded. "Yes sir." She
whispered. "Forgive me?" She asked, looking up, her eyes hopeful of
his answer.
"Yes, I do forgive you." Legolas said softly. "But you still need a
spanking."
Narya whimpered. "Yes sir." She choked out.
"You do not have to say yes sir, Narya." Legolas told her, caressing
her cheek.
She leaned into the touch, her hand finding his other hand and
holding it tightly. "I don't?" She whispered.
"No. It is not needful." Legolas paused. "Did your uncle require
that of you?" Narya nodded slowly. "Well, you do not need to say it
anymore. Okay?"
"Yes.... Legolas." His name rolled off her tongue and it was
pleasant to her ears, to say his name and looked into those eyes,
while he rubbed her cheek so gently, so carefully.
He smiled. "That's a good girl." He said, his voice so tender. He
sighed, knowing he had better get the spanking over with so she could
get dressed and they could leave. He looked around and spotted a
large flat rock near the stream, then looked at her. "Come, let's
get this done." He said gently. She nodded, still holding his hand,
a little tighter now, needing the comfort.
Sighing again, he gently led her over to the rock and quickly sat
down. Slowly he drew her across his lap, and she shuddered. He
rubbed her back for a moment, then pushed the towel out of the way,
baring her backside. She inhaled sharply, and before he could change
his mind he brought a strong hand down on her bottom. SMACK! The
sound seemed to echo across the water.
Narya shrieked. Her bottom was still wet, and that had stung
horribly. "Owwww, no!!!!!" She wailed, squirming.
Legolas' heart twisted in pain, but he ignored her and smacked her
three times, very hard. Pink spots in the shape of his hand appeared
on her rear, and he felt bad for her, but knew she deserved this. So
he kept on spanking, alternating from one cheek to the other,
ignoring Narya's wails and pleas for him to stop. He watched as her
bottom, already turning pink, bounced under his strong hand, and soon
her cheeks went from pink to bright red.
Narya was bawling and kicking. "Pleeeeeease Legolas." She
begged. "Hurrrrrrrts toooooooo much!"
"I know it does Narya." He told her as he kept spanking her. "It's
kind of supposed to. It's a spanking. Spankings hurt." Legolas
smacked her again five times, harder this time. Her rear was glowing
so brightly now that he was sure it could have been used to see the
way had it been dark. He eased up a little, but then remembered his
own sting on his face where she had slapped him, and what a brat she
had been when he had been so patient with her, and he doubled his
efforts, spanking hard and fast. Her bottom was very hot to the
touch, and he knew she would not be sitting comfortably for a while.
But he kept going as she bawled her eyes out, not sure her tender
bottom could take anymore.
"Soooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrryyyyyyy!" She screamed. "Valor, stop!"
She begged frantically.
Legolas ignored her and gave her ten good ones, making them the worst
ones she had had yet. Then he finally stopped and began to rub her
back again. Narya sobbed, now hysterical, her voice hoarse. She
just laid limp, sobbing her little heart out, feeling hurt. Legolas
was actually fighting back tears himself as he rubbed her back
gently. He spoke to her, trying to calm her down the best he
could. "Narya, try to calm down. It is over. Shhhh baby, shhh."
He whispered.
She continued to sob heart wrenchingly. She didn't understand how he
could touch her face and be so gentle just minutes ago and then make
her experience so much pain. Her mind raced as she lied there across
his lap, bawling hard. Legolas sighed. "Narya.......I am sorry I
had to do that, but...you must admit you deserved it, baby." He told
her, still rubbing her back. She said nothing for a moment, and then
suddenly went very still. Five seconds later she threw up her
breakfast.
Narya threw up again and her body shook. She began whimpering and
mumbling incoherently. Legolas sat there in horror, covered with
used stew and apples, and watched her as she mumbled. "Narya! Baby,
what's wrong?!" He asked. She let out a scream as though someone
was attempting to kill her, then continued babbling again, losing all
color in her face, her skin feeling very cold. "Oh Valor, what have
I done?!" Legolas cried, and gently pulled her off his lap and
carefully forced her to her knees, and he knelt down with her,
holding her shoulders.
"Narya! What is wrong?! Talk to me! What are you doing?! Can you
hear me, baby?" She didn't respond to him at all, and after nearly
three more minutes of babbling and throwing up one more time, Narya
went limp in his arms, not moving again, still looking very pale, her
eyes closed. Legolas held her tightly, scared and confused. "Narya,
you must talk to me, please. Are you okay?" She let out a low moan,
lines of anxiety appearing on her face. Her eyes slowly blinked
open. "Look at me baby, can you hear me? Look at me! Talk to me!
Open your eyes Narya, and tell me what is going on!"
"Legolas?" She whispered, trying to sit up, but quickly groaned and
fell backwards, feeling dizzy.
"Yes Narya, I am here. What happened to you?"
Her hand found his and she squeezed it ever so lightly. "Hold me."
She whimpered. Legolas did as she asked and held her close, his mind
whirling and his heart racing. After a while it seemed she calmed
down a bit, and he spoke. "What happened, Narya?!"
"Is what bad?" He asked.
She didn't answer for a moment, having suddenly noticed how soiled
his tunic was, and realizing it was from her own gown and
body! "That I am something else." She commented, trying not to
blush.
"No. It is not bad. You are just amazing, that's all." He
approached the camp and dumped the apples near the fire pit. "We'll
have the left over stew, and these apples." He said as he dug a
clean cloth out of a bag and got his water flask. He set those aside
and got the fire started, putting the pot of stew over it. It had
been cool enough during the night so the soup had not gone bad. When
he was done he smiled at Narya and gestured to the log. "Sit, and I
will clean your wound." He told her. Narya frowned but obeyed,
sitting with a wince, tears stinging her eyes. She could not believe
how tender her backside still was! Either that or the log was just
terribly rough.
Legolas noticed the face she made as soon as her bottom made contact
with the log, and sighed. "It is still sore?" He asked as he poured
some water on to the cloth. Carefully he wiped the blood from her
lip, watching her as he did.
"No." She lied and flinched slightly as he tended to her lip.
"Hmmm. Then why did you make that face when you sat down?" He
asked, trying to be more careful as he cleaned her wound.
She said nothing, only squirming a little on her bottom. "I am
sorry, I have made your clothing rather dirty." She pointed out,
avoiding his question.
"What?" He asked. "Oh, yes." He said, looking down at himself. "It
is not a problem. One can clean their clothes." He glanced at
Narya, smiling. "One can also clean their body. There is a stream
near by. After breakfast you may bathe in it. I have some soap for
you to use, and some clothes too. I do not know if the pants will
fit you, but if they don't, the shirt I have will be long enough to
cover you well."
"Must I?" Narya asked, thinking of how thin she was and some of the
scars she sported.
Legolas glanced at her, surprised at that. "Don't you want to?" He
asked. She shook her head no rather quickly. She did indeed feel
the need to bathe, but not where he might see her!
He blinked at her, shocked. Why did she not want to bathe?
Odd. "Well." He said as he finished cleaning her lip and then
bringing out the jar of cream that he had used on her last night. "I
suggest you do, because we will be in Rivendell by nightfall, and you
want to look nice, do you not?" He opened the jar and applied the
cream carefully to her lip, waiting for her answer.
"I am going there?" Narya squeaked, looking very worried. "What if
they send me back?!"
"They will do no such thing. After they hear your story, they will
do all that they can to help and protect you. Besides, I would not
let them send you back even if they wanted to. There now, all
done." He said when he finished apply the cream to her lip. "After
breakfast you will bathe, and then we will start for Rivendell." He
got up and put the cream away, then hung the cloth out to dry. He
got the food ready for them, and together they sat and ate.
Narya ate very slowly, attempting to post pone the ordered
bath. "Will you be close by?" She asked, having a feeling he would
be watching over her. She watched him as she took little sips of her
stew. He had finished eating a while ago, and was just waiting on
her.
"I will be near, yes." He said in answer to her question. "But I
will try not to look while you bathe." Legolas promised her,
grinning. "I will keep my back turned until you are in the water,
and then I will keep watch over you."
Narya looked away quickly, not believing it. He caught that, and
frowned. "Do you not believe me?" He asked. She hurriedly put a
large bite of apple in her mouth so she could avoid answering that
question. Legolas stared at her for a moment. "Do you remember what
I told you last night Narya? I am a man of my word. Remember? You
believed me then. Why do you distrust me so in the morning light?"
She sighed. "I am ashamed." She whispered.
"Ashamed of what? Because you are so thin?" Her eyes went wide. It
seemed that he could read her mind! "I know how thin you are, little
one. I have held you, remember? I could feel your thin body through
your clothes. You need not be ashamed of that. It is not your fault
that you are that way. That was done to you." His eyes flashed when
he said this, and again he wished he could get his hands on her uncle.
Narya hung her head. "I just wish I was more beautiful. I am afraid
I am scared and very thin." She said, and glanced at her ribs, which
stuck out painfully looking.
"You are beautiful, Narya." Legolas told her gently, then glanced at
the sky. The sun was up now, and they needed to be going soon. "Are
you done, baby? We should be heading out soon, if we want to reach
Rivendell by nightfall."
She nodded "Where is this place to bathe?"
"Right over there." Legolas said, nodding to his right. "Let me get
your stuff ready, and I'll walk you over there." With that he got up
and dug through his bag again, pulling out another cloth for her to
use, a bar of soap, a towel, and some clothes. "You ready?" He
asked and he turned towards her. She nodded and together they walked
to the stream.
Once they got to the stream, Narya stood there and studied her
surroundings. The land around it was beautiful, as was the water.
It was crystal clear and cool looking, and off to the left a small
waterfall gurgled softly. Narya stared at it all for a moment and
then with a sigh she slowly began to undress as Legolas turned
around. Scars dotted the top of her back, while bruises and more
scars covered her arms, and a few scars adorned her neck.
She did not want him to see all that. "Please don't look." She
begged as she began entering the water, but suddenly she slipped on a
slick rock and went SPLASH with a great yell. Legolas turned at the
sound of her yell and plowed into the water, catching her arms and
pulling her up. He helped her on to the shore, and as soon as she
caught her breath she whirled on him, looking very upset.
"You gave your word!" She exclaimed, hurt clouding her
face. "Don't look at me, don't touch me!" She was so embarrassed
at being seen without clothes and upset that without thinking she
shoved him hard right into the water.
Narya then just stood there, her eyes wide and frightened, not
believing she had really just done that. Legolas came up to the
surface of the water, coughing and sputtering. He looked at her,
shocked. "Why did you do that?" He demanded. "I did not mean to
look at you or touch you. You fell, and I was trying to help you!"
She seemed to shrink under his very angry gaze. "I'm sorry." She
whimpered. "I don't know why I..." Her voice trailed off, and then
she regained her senses and tried to cover herself.
Legolas sighed. "Do not worry about it, baby. I had to change my
clothes any way." He told her. He saw her trying to cover herself
and flinched. "Get into the water and get cleaned up." He said as
he tried to get out of her way.
"I don't want a bath." Narya told him, her voice shaky. "I think I
should go." She added, trying to get redressed. But her hands were
shaking as well, and she couldn't get them to work right.
"Go? Where are you going? You can't go anywhere. Come back into
the water and get cleaned up, baby." He got out of the water and
started towards her, taking her soiled dress out of her hands. " You
can't wear this anymore, it's ruined." He told her as he tossed it
away. "Now go take a bath, will you? I want to leave soon."
"No!" She added a stomp, then looked horrified.
Legolas frowned. "Yes Narya, I want you clean when we get to
Rivendell. And if we are going there, we need to leave soon, so
please get in the water. You have everything you need. You don't
have to be embarrassed anymore, I have already seen your naked body
now." Had he ever. He could not believe the bruises and the scars
on the poor baby's little body. And how, she was SO thin. A lot
thinner then he had thought. His heart had been torn in two when he
saw that, and it had made him furious at the one that had been so
cruel.
"No! I want my clothes back, I'm leaving!" Narya shouted. She was
mortified that he had seen her body and just wanted to get away from
him, even though she felt a pang in her heart at the thought.
"Leaving?!" Legolas repeated, grabbing her arm. "I am afraid not,
little one. You have no where to go. You are going to get cleaned
up and then we are going to Rivendell. And you cannot have your
clothes back. I've thrown them in a mud pile. See?" He said,
pointing to the mud-covered gown.
Narya winced as he grabbed her arm. " Don't make me fight you." She
pleaded.
Legolas laughed at that. "I should be saying that, sweetheart." He
told her, and began dragging her back to the water. They reached the
edge and he pushed her ahead of him, a bit harsher then he meant
to. "Get in baby, I am getting tired."
Crying out, she whirled around slapped him across the face. "That
hurt!" She shouted. It scared her that he would drag her and push
her.
For a very long moment Legolas said absolutely nothing. Then he
looked at her, his eyes burning. "If you do not get in that water
and bathe yourself, I will take you in and wash you myself, and if
you force me to do such a thing I will then turn you across my knee
and spank your wet behind! Do you understand me?!"
Narya flinched at that. "I hate you!" She shouted, her eyes filling
with tears. "You promised and you did anyways! And then you dragged
me and you pushed me." She shouted again as her tears began to
spill. "You lied, you'll be just like him!" She screamed, and then
just stood there in tears, trying to cover herself again.
Legolas groaned. "I did not mean to drag you and push you, Narya. I
am sorry. And no, I will not be just like him. I would rather die
then be like him. I am sorry, baby. But you did hit me you know,
and I didn't appreciate that very much."
"Sorry doesn't make it better!" She added another stomp.
"Did he ever tell you he was sorry?" Legolas asked, raising an
eyebrow at her. Narya shook her head no slowly. "Then how can I be
like him, when I have done this thing that he never did?" Legolas
asked very gently.
Narya sighed and looked down. "How can you look at me and want to be
around me?" She whispered, more tears flowing.
"What do you mean? You think I don't want to be around you just
because you have scars and bruises? You are very wrong if you think
that. I want to be with you because you are sweet and nice." She
said nothing and continued to stare at the ground. "You have a
beautiful face, you know." He told her gently "But your true beauty
lies in your heart, and that is what matters." Finally she looked up
and just stared at him for a moment. He sighed. "Please get into
the water, love. We need to go, okay?" With a deep sigh Narya
nodded and finally went into the water and cleaned herself while he
sat and waited. While she bathed many feelings rushed through her
mind and body. They were emotions, and she didn't know where they
were all coming from, and it scared her, as she had never felt like
this before towards a person. These thoughts occupied her mind as
she got cleaned up, until she was finished and started to exit the
water. Legolas heard her getting out of the water and jumped up,
grabbing the towel and heading towards her, holding the towel out so
he could wrap it around her.
"I'm sorry I was terrible to you." Narya whispered as she
approached him. "I'm a bad Elf."
"You are not a bad Elf." Legolas said softly as he wrapped her up in
the towel. "You are just fiery. Too fiery, sometimes." She
swallowed hard and leaned into his touch, wondering how mad he was.
He was quiet for a moment. "You know, I really should spank you.
You struck me in the face, and you should not have done that."
She hung her head again and nodded. "Yes sir." She
whispered. "Forgive me?" She asked, looking up, her eyes hopeful of
his answer.
"Yes, I do forgive you." Legolas said softly. "But you still need a
spanking."
Narya whimpered. "Yes sir." She choked out.
"You do not have to say yes sir, Narya." Legolas told her, caressing
her cheek.
She leaned into the touch, her hand finding his other hand and
holding it tightly. "I don't?" She whispered.
"No. It is not needful." Legolas paused. "Did your uncle require
that of you?" Narya nodded slowly. "Well, you do not need to say it
anymore. Okay?"
"Yes.... Legolas." His name rolled off her tongue and it was
pleasant to her ears, to say his name and looked into those eyes,
while he rubbed her cheek so gently, so carefully.
He smiled. "That's a good girl." He said, his voice so tender. He
sighed, knowing he had better get the spanking over with so she could
get dressed and they could leave. He looked around and spotted a
large flat rock near the stream, then looked at her. "Come, let's
get this done." He said gently. She nodded, still holding his hand,
a little tighter now, needing the comfort.
Sighing again, he gently led her over to the rock and quickly sat
down. Slowly he drew her across his lap, and she shuddered. He
rubbed her back for a moment, then pushed the towel out of the way,
baring her backside. She inhaled sharply, and before he could change
his mind he brought a strong hand down on her bottom. SMACK! The
sound seemed to echo across the water.
Narya shrieked. Her bottom was still wet, and that had stung
horribly. "Owwww, no!!!!!" She wailed, squirming.
Legolas' heart twisted in pain, but he ignored her and smacked her
three times, very hard. Pink spots in the shape of his hand appeared
on her rear, and he felt bad for her, but knew she deserved this. So
he kept on spanking, alternating from one cheek to the other,
ignoring Narya's wails and pleas for him to stop. He watched as her
bottom, already turning pink, bounced under his strong hand, and soon
her cheeks went from pink to bright red.
Narya was bawling and kicking. "Pleeeeeease Legolas." She
begged. "Hurrrrrrrts toooooooo much!"
"I know it does Narya." He told her as he kept spanking her. "It's
kind of supposed to. It's a spanking. Spankings hurt." Legolas
smacked her again five times, harder this time. Her rear was glowing
so brightly now that he was sure it could have been used to see the
way had it been dark. He eased up a little, but then remembered his
own sting on his face where she had slapped him, and what a brat she
had been when he had been so patient with her, and he doubled his
efforts, spanking hard and fast. Her bottom was very hot to the
touch, and he knew she would not be sitting comfortably for a while.
But he kept going as she bawled her eyes out, not sure her tender
bottom could take anymore.
"Soooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrryyyyyyy!" She screamed. "Valor, stop!"
She begged frantically.
Legolas ignored her and gave her ten good ones, making them the worst
ones she had had yet. Then he finally stopped and began to rub her
back again. Narya sobbed, now hysterical, her voice hoarse. She
just laid limp, sobbing her little heart out, feeling hurt. Legolas
was actually fighting back tears himself as he rubbed her back
gently. He spoke to her, trying to calm her down the best he
could. "Narya, try to calm down. It is over. Shhhh baby, shhh."
He whispered.
She continued to sob heart wrenchingly. She didn't understand how he
could touch her face and be so gentle just minutes ago and then make
her experience so much pain. Her mind raced as she lied there across
his lap, bawling hard. Legolas sighed. "Narya.......I am sorry I
had to do that, but...you must admit you deserved it, baby." He told
her, still rubbing her back. She said nothing for a moment, and then
suddenly went very still. Five seconds later she threw up her
breakfast.
Narya threw up again and her body shook. She began whimpering and
mumbling incoherently. Legolas sat there in horror, covered with
used stew and apples, and watched her as she mumbled. "Narya! Baby,
what's wrong?!" He asked. She let out a scream as though someone
was attempting to kill her, then continued babbling again, losing all
color in her face, her skin feeling very cold. "Oh Valor, what have
I done?!" Legolas cried, and gently pulled her off his lap and
carefully forced her to her knees, and he knelt down with her,
holding her shoulders.
"Narya! What is wrong?! Talk to me! What are you doing?! Can you
hear me, baby?" She didn't respond to him at all, and after nearly
three more minutes of babbling and throwing up one more time, Narya
went limp in his arms, not moving again, still looking very pale, her
eyes closed. Legolas held her tightly, scared and confused. "Narya,
you must talk to me, please. Are you okay?" She let out a low moan,
lines of anxiety appearing on her face. Her eyes slowly blinked
open. "Look at me baby, can you hear me? Look at me! Talk to me!
Open your eyes Narya, and tell me what is going on!"
"Legolas?" She whispered, trying to sit up, but quickly groaned and
fell backwards, feeling dizzy.
"Yes Narya, I am here. What happened to you?"
Her hand found his and she squeezed it ever so lightly. "Hold me."
She whimpered. Legolas did as she asked and held her close, his mind
whirling and his heart racing. After a while it seemed she calmed
down a bit, and he spoke. "What happened, Narya?!"