Once everyone was inside Elrond called for a maid. "This is Aramee,
she will tend to you child." He said gently to Narya. The maid
bowed.
"Is this ok?" Narya asked, concerned. She was not used to anyone
doing anything for her, and it rather scared her. Elrond's eyebrow
shot up, and he looked at her questioningly.
"Yes Narya, it is okay." Legolas told her, smiling. "Go with Aramee
and she will help you." He placed a hand on her back and gently
guided her towards the maid after giving her an encouraging kiss.
She nodded, still looking frightened. The maid smiled, and took
Narya's hand, sensing the young maiden was troubled. "Come, we shall
freshen you up and find something for you to wear, and some good food
to eat." She gently pulled Narya away after bowing to Lord Elrond.
Elrond watched as they left, studying Narya. He couldn't help but
notice the bruise across her forehead. Legolas noticed the way
Elrond was watching her, and spoke up. She has been through much."
Elrond nodded. "Let us find a drink and speak Legolas." He led the
young Elf to his private study and offered him some Elvish wine.
"Thank you my Lord." Legolas replied sincerely as he took the
glass. He sipped it slowly, savoring the taste of it. After a few
minutes he carefully sat down in one of the rich wooden chairs, which
were big enough to seat two people if need be, and was cushioned with
a red velvet pillow. Elrond sat across from him in an identical
chair and studied him.
"There is much to tell, you say?" He questioned the younger Elf. He
hoped that Legolas was not the cause of the bruise on the young
maiden, and truly did not think so, but was unsure why it was there.
"Yes." Legolas replied softly, looking out one of the ornate
windows. He was quiet for a moment, then looked at Elrond. "I found
her, the day before yesterday. Or she found me, I do not know
which. She stumbled into my camp in the evening, dirty, scared,
tired and hungry. I caught her and asked her who she was, but she
would not tell me at first. She fought with me, and for someone her
size, she is very strong." Legolas kind of grinned, remembering that
night.
"And the bruise across her forehead?" Elrond asked, his voice level
and gentle.
"That was there already." Legolas replied, his tone dark and
dangerous. "She is running from a cruel uncle that beats her all the
time. She has more then that bruise. She even has scars." He
added, his eyes flashing. "She is very scared and has a hard time
trusting people. I think she finally trusts me, but I must be
careful, for that trust can be easily broken."
Elrond sighed. "Ah, that makes sense. Poor child. What is to be
done with her?"
"Well...." Legolas paused. "I have asked her to marry me. And she
accepted." Elrond raised his eyebrow in shock. Legolas watched the
Elf-Lord, though the rise of the eyebrow was expected, and did not
surprise him. "I know I have not known her long at all, but.... I
love her. Is that not odd?"
Elrond chuckled. "Love is a wonderful thing. Do not lose it, young
Elf. I am happy for you, but I am surprised at your choice." He
admitted. "It will be a difficult road for her, that is easily
seen." He was quiet for a moment. "Are you up to the challenge of
loving her as her husband, and teaching her almost like a father?"
He finally asked, his voice kind but concerned.
Legolas smiled. "Yes, I am up to it. I have already had to teach
her things, like a father would. She can be very stubborn and
rebellious." He told the Lord, grinning.
Elrond chuckled. "Becoming rather intimate with her backside, are
you?" He teased, remembering how he had often corrected Celebrian
after their marriage.
Legolas' grin got bigger. " Yes, I have become very intimate with
it. I did not want to, but it was required. She does not yet
understand though, that the spankings I give her are out of love and
to teach her something. Her uncle never did it that way. He was
cruel, and would punish her for every little thing."
The Elf-Lord nodded. "You will be her power to heal." He told
Legolas. "And I know you will do a wonderful job." He paused. "Has
it been difficult so far? She looked frightened out of her wits
before."
"It has been difficult. I'll get her to the point where she really
trusts me and is happy, and then I'll slip up and scare her, and I
have to work with her all over again. Yesterday morning, she
wandered off while I was still asleep to look for food, and I found
her up in a tree picking apples. She had scared me, for I thought
she had run away or was hurt somewhere, and I spoke sharply to her.
She would not come out of the tree after that, and I spent nearly an
hour trying to talk her down from it."
Elrond nodded once more, feeling sorry for the sweet girl. "And you
love her? You do not just pity her and wish to protect her? Are you
certain that it is genuine love? Because Elvish marriages do not
dissolve except by death, Legolas. This is very serious."
"Yes Lord Elrond, I do truly love her." Legolas replied, his words
strong. "I know how serious my decision is. I would not have made
it if I had not felt true love towards her. I do wish to protect her
though of course, as one always wants to protect the one they love."
"Of course." Elrond agreed. "Then I am very happy for you Legolas,
and wish you the best of luck."
"Thank you, my Lord. I appreciate your kind words. I do hope that
you do not mind that I came here, and brought Narya with me. And I
am sorry she reacted the way she did. I knew she was nervous, but I
did not think she would be that bad."
Elrond smiled and inclined his head. "It is fine Legolas, I
understand her fears and I am not offended in the least. And I am
pleased, as always, to have you under my roof, and that extends to
your intended as well." His smile was kind.
Legolas smiled in return and then paused for a moment,
thinking. "May I ask something of you, Lord Elrond?"
"Of course." Was the quick reply. Elrond had fostered Legolas for a
while as an Elfling, and still held fatherly feelings towards
him. "Anything within my power."
"I was wondering if you would do me the honor of having our wedding
ceremony here, and if you would marry us as well." Legolas looked at
the older Elf, hoping and praying that he was not asking too much.
Elrond smiled at him and poured him more wine. "Of course Legolas!
I would be honored to have the ceremony here, and to perform it as
well. When did you wish to have that done?"
The young Elf warrior smiled in relief. "Thank you, my Lord. We
will be truly blessed. As to when it should be done, I am not sure.
Narya needs a dress made for her, as well as some other things, so it
depends on all of that, I suppose." Then he cleared his
throat. "And, of course, whenever she wants the date to be." He
added.
A knock on the door of the study interrupted any further
comments. "Come in!" Elrond called out. Aramee, the maid, poked
her head into the room. "She wishes to see Legolas, my Lord."
Elrond glanced at Legolas and nodded. "Very well, send her in."
Seconds later Narya flew into the room. Her blond hair, freshly
washed, was nicely braided and gleamed in the sunlight. Delicate
slippers adorned her feet, and she wore a glittering blue gown.
Looking nervous, she ran across the room and practically jumped into
Legolas' lap. Elrond watched in amazement, then kind of smiled at
the girl's actions.
Legolas looked surprised too, but smiled gently at her. "Why Narya,
I did not know you were a lady!" He teased.
Her reply was to stick her tongue out at him, then bury her face
against his neck. "Soooooo many people." She told him, her voice
rather muffled. "All loooooooking at me!"
"That is because you are so beautiful." He told her gently. He
paused and glanced at Elrond. "Did you say hello to Lord Elrond?"
She shook her head. "I don't want too, I'll fall again and be
stupid." Narya announced gently.
"You are not stupid." Elrond assured her before Legolas could
respond. "And how will you fall if you are sitting in Legolas' lap?
All you must do is look at me and say hello." He smiled at her,
encouraging her to open up.
Narya cringed at Elrond's firm voice, but looked up
obediently. "Hello." She whispered.
Elrond smiled again at her, a sad kind of smile, for he saw the fear
in her eyes. His firm voice intimidated her, and he felt bad. "Do
not be scared, child. I will not harm you." He spoke as softly as
he could, hoping not to scare her again.
Legolas sighed as Narya shrugged and hugged him very tightly. "I
don't like all the people." She whispered, a blush creeping up on
her face. "I am not used to so many people and they are so very
loud." Loud voices had never meant anything good in the past, so she
was very sensitive to them.
"I am sorry child, I will ask everyone to be a little more quiet from
now on." Elrond assured her. "Tell me, do you like the room that
was given to you, and the dress you have on?"
At that, Narya smiled. "Yes, thank you. The dress is very special.
But I am afraid to ruin it and then be in very big trouble."
"You will not get into any trouble child, even if you do ruin it."
He said sincerely. "But how would you do that? Are you planning on
climbing another tree?" Elrond grinned at her and winked at Legolas.
Narya hung her head, embarrassed, and whimpered, cuddling tighter in
Legolas' arms like a small child, as she was rather slight, even for
an Elf.
Elrond sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead. Apparently nothing he
was going to say was going to be the right thing. "I am sorry, I did
not mean to upset you. Tell me, what shall I call you child?"
Legolas had already told him her name, but he wanted to hear it from
her.
"Narya." She said softly, peeking another look at him. "I will be
very careful with this dress and give it back just really clean and
everything, okay?" She offered earnestly.
Elrond stared at her, surprised. "You do not have to give it back
Narya. It is your dress. It belongs to you. And if you get it
dirty in any way, it can be cleaned. You must not worry about such
things anymore, dear child. You will not be punished for such
trifles."
A beautiful smile broke out on her pretty face. "It's mine? It's
really really mine?" She exclaimed excitedly, making Legolas smile.
Elrond smiled too, delighted at finally seeing something different in
her. "Of course it is yours. Everything that we have given to you,
and will give to you, is yours to keep."
She looked totally shocked and so very pleased, that she almost
wanted to give Elrond a hug for his kindness, but was too shy.
Elrond noticed her happiness and how it made her so much prettier
when she smiled. "That will not be the only dress you will get
either. Legolas tells me that you and he are to be married soon, so
you will need a wedding dress. And I imagine you will need a whole
wardrobe of other dresses as well. And also slippers, boots,
jewelry, cloaks, and anything else your heart desires." Elrond knew
that such an offer might likely blow her mind, but he could not help
but want to give her everything she needed and wanted.
Narya could only beam wider, her whole face lighting up. Suddenly
she jumped up and ran over to him, hugging the Elf-Lord tightly. He
reminded her of her father, and she had missed her ada very much all
these years. Then she realized what she had done and paled, and her
eyes grew wide and she flew behind the chair Legolas sat in.
Legolas shot up from his seat, as did Elrond, surprised but pleased
that she had opened up so well, but shocked that she had suddenly
gotten so upset and hid from them. "Do not hide, child." Elrond
requested. "You have done nothing wrong. Come back out, please. You
have not offended me."
"Yes, come out baby." Legolas urged. "It's okay."
Feeling like there was danger somewhere, even though there truly
wasn't, Narya shook her head no. Legolas carefully approached her
and took her hand. "Come on Narya, Elrond is not angry with you.
Your embrace was loved and very welcome. We like it when you do
things like that. Please, come sit with us again. You are doing
just fine."
To their surprise and pleasure she allowed Legolas to lift her off
the floor like a small child, and as she hid her still very pale face
against his neck, he sat her down next to Elrond and sat back down in
his chair. To his surprise Narya quickly jumped up and placed
herself on Legolas' lap again.
"Baby, why don't you sit by Elrond?" Legolas asked. Narya shook her
head no. Even though he had put her there, she felt safe refusing.
"We could sit on the couch, all three of us." Elrond told her. "And
you can sit between us." He smiled gently at her, then got up and
sat down on the couch. He patted the seat next to him. "Come sit,
child." He told her.
"No." Narya said rather firmly. Elrond raised an eyebrow at her,
surprised at her firm tone.
Legolas frowned at her. "Do not be rude Narya." He told
her. "Elrond has been very kind to you. You need to be polite."
She shook her head no again. "Legolas, don't make me." She whined.
"You need to." He told her, just as firmly. With that he got up,
with her still in his arms, and started towards the couch.
"Legolas!" Narya whined again, squirming around.
"Stop acting this way Narya, it is very rude. You do not want to get
a spanking in front of Elrond, do you?"
"No!" She squeaked. She whimpered as he got closer to the
couch. "Legolas, this is mean." She pouted, close to tears.
"It is not mean child." Elrond told her. "You need to get use to
being around people. You cannot hide forever. There is so much to
see and do. Don't you want to see and do things?"
Narya quickly shook her head no, then paused and shook her head yes,
then sighed. "I don't know." She whimpered, and glanced at
Legolas. "Legolas, don't spank me and don't make me sit by him!"
"You are going to sit by him, Narya. It will not hurt you. He will
do nothing to you. And yes, I will spank you if you continue to be
rude. Elrond does not deserve your rudeness." Legolas quickly
placed her on the couch beside Elrond and sat on the other side of
her. Narya frowned and promptly tried to get off the couch.
"Narya!" Legolas scolded her, shocked. He caught her arm and pulled
her down across his lap, then lifted her skirt up. He kept her
undergarments in place though, as he knew it would make her feel
horrible, should he bare her backside in front of Elrond. He gave
her a light smack that was firm at the same time, then another.
Narya squirmed across his knees and wriggled. "Legolas!" She
whimpered.
"I warned you Narya." He told her as he smacked her three more
times, a little harder. "You had no right to be so rude. That was
very naughty." SMACK Went his hand again. Her undergarments
absorbed some of the blows, but not as much as she would have liked.
He spanked her six more times, going from one cheek to the other as
he did. Elrond watched quietly.
A hand went back to block the blows. "I'm sorry, I'll be good!"
Narya wailed, her cheeks starting to sting quite a bit now. A
sniffle followed.
Legolas gave her two more smacks before stopping, and rubbing her
back gently. "You will sit here between us and not be rude
anymore?" He asked. She nodded, sniffling. "Good." He straightened
her dress and helped her sit up. She sat between them, her head down.
"There now, aren't you ashamed that you had to be spanked like some
naughty child?" Legolas asked her, putting an arm around her and
dropping a kiss on her head. Narya burst into frantic tears, so
thoroughly embarrassed she could hardly stand herself. "Now calm
down baby, it is all over. But you know what? I do believe you owe
Elrond an apology."
Narya whimpered. "I'm sorry." She was still crying, but she felt
very confused. The spanking confused her. She felt sorry that she
had misbehaved and her bottom stung, but at the same time it felt.
..funny. She was not quite sure she all together hated it, and that
was confusing.
Elrond smiled gently and indicated to Legolas that he should let her
go for a moment. He did so and Elrond put an arm around her and
hugged her. "You are forgiven child." He told her softly. "It will
all be okay."
She shivered as Elrond hugged her, trying hard to stop crying. She
pushed away her odd thoughts and sighed. "I'm bad, I'm sorry." She
whispered, drying her face.
"No, you are not bad." The Elf-Lord told her. "You have been
through much, and you are unsure as to how to behave. But Legolas
will teach you, and help you with whatever you need." He paused for
a moment as she sniffled. "Do you understand why you were spanked,
child?" He asked gently.
"I think so." Narya whispered, her shivering stopping. His voice
was so soothing and kind, but different from Legolas'. Legolas'
voice was the voice of her love. This voice, it was the voice of an
ada.
"Good. And do you understand that any spanking that Legolas gives
you is done out of love, to teach you something? It is not done just
to be mean, or to hurt you. Do you understand that?"
Narya sighed and nodded. "But it hurts, and I don't like to hurt."
Elrond sighed. "I know it does child." He said softly and gently.
He paused for a moment in thought. "Your uncle hurt you a lot,
didn't he?" He asked her.
She nodded. "Sometimes every day." She whispered, closing her eyes
for a moment.
Elrond felt a rush of anger at her words, but pushed it
away. "And.... I imagine he enjoyed it, didn't he?"
"Yes. He laughed, and his friends laughed. It was funny because I
was wicked." She whispered.
This time the Elf-Lord closed his eyes, and Legolas looked away,
having gone very pale. "You are not wicked child." Elrond told her
gently, but firmly. "I ask you this. Did Legolas laugh and seem to
be enjoying himself when he spanked you just now? Did I laugh?"
She stopped, pausing in thought. He had not laughed as he spanked
her, ever. Legolas was just not that way that she had seen. And
neither had the firm Elf-Lord laughed. So Narya shook her head
no. "No, Legolas wouldn't do that." She answered slowly.
"Exactly!" Elrond told her. "And do you know why? Because he loves
you, and he does not enjoy spanking you. He does not like to hurt
you, but he loves you enough to punish you when you misbehave. It is
done out of pure love, child, and only love. Do you understand that?"
Again the young Elf maiden paused in thought. " Yes, I understand."
Narya smiled slightly at Legolas, wanting to hug him, but was still
held by Elrond.
"That is good, child." Elrond praised her. He could sense that she
wanted to go to Legolas, and he released her, watching as she hugged
her husband to be. As Narya cuddled him, her face began showing
signs of relaxing, the worry lines decreasing.
Narya looked over at Elrond again. "I... I like you." She
whispered. Legolas smiled, remembering when she had said that to
him. Of course this was different, but it was still cute.
Elrond smiled too, pleased to hear her say that. "I like you too
Narya. Very much in fact."
She blushed and hid her face in Legolas' shoulder for a moment, then
looked up at him. "When are we getting married?"
"I do not know love." Legolas said, kissing her forehead. "Lord
Elrond asked me the same thing. When would you like to get married?"
Narya smiled still. "Right away!"
He laughed softly, liking her answer. "Alright, but preparations
need to be made first. You need to be fitted for a dress, and you
can describe to the tailor what you want it to look like. And we
need to decide where we want it done. The courtyard here is very
beautiful. Would you like to have it there?"
"Anywhere." Narya told him excitedly. "And I would like a pink
dress. Pink is my favorite color."
"A pink dress it is then." Legolas assured her, then glanced at
Elrond. "Do you think we can get her fitted for her dress today?"
Elrond chuckled and smiled. "A little hasty, are we?"
"Just a bit I suppose." Legolas replied, gazing down at the
beautiful girl he held. "But I cannot wait to make this fiery one my
wife." He was rewarded by a soft kiss from Narya, who then leaned
against his broad chest, sighing contentedly.
she will tend to you child." He said gently to Narya. The maid
bowed.
"Is this ok?" Narya asked, concerned. She was not used to anyone
doing anything for her, and it rather scared her. Elrond's eyebrow
shot up, and he looked at her questioningly.
"Yes Narya, it is okay." Legolas told her, smiling. "Go with Aramee
and she will help you." He placed a hand on her back and gently
guided her towards the maid after giving her an encouraging kiss.
She nodded, still looking frightened. The maid smiled, and took
Narya's hand, sensing the young maiden was troubled. "Come, we shall
freshen you up and find something for you to wear, and some good food
to eat." She gently pulled Narya away after bowing to Lord Elrond.
Elrond watched as they left, studying Narya. He couldn't help but
notice the bruise across her forehead. Legolas noticed the way
Elrond was watching her, and spoke up. She has been through much."
Elrond nodded. "Let us find a drink and speak Legolas." He led the
young Elf to his private study and offered him some Elvish wine.
"Thank you my Lord." Legolas replied sincerely as he took the
glass. He sipped it slowly, savoring the taste of it. After a few
minutes he carefully sat down in one of the rich wooden chairs, which
were big enough to seat two people if need be, and was cushioned with
a red velvet pillow. Elrond sat across from him in an identical
chair and studied him.
"There is much to tell, you say?" He questioned the younger Elf. He
hoped that Legolas was not the cause of the bruise on the young
maiden, and truly did not think so, but was unsure why it was there.
"Yes." Legolas replied softly, looking out one of the ornate
windows. He was quiet for a moment, then looked at Elrond. "I found
her, the day before yesterday. Or she found me, I do not know
which. She stumbled into my camp in the evening, dirty, scared,
tired and hungry. I caught her and asked her who she was, but she
would not tell me at first. She fought with me, and for someone her
size, she is very strong." Legolas kind of grinned, remembering that
night.
"And the bruise across her forehead?" Elrond asked, his voice level
and gentle.
"That was there already." Legolas replied, his tone dark and
dangerous. "She is running from a cruel uncle that beats her all the
time. She has more then that bruise. She even has scars." He
added, his eyes flashing. "She is very scared and has a hard time
trusting people. I think she finally trusts me, but I must be
careful, for that trust can be easily broken."
Elrond sighed. "Ah, that makes sense. Poor child. What is to be
done with her?"
"Well...." Legolas paused. "I have asked her to marry me. And she
accepted." Elrond raised his eyebrow in shock. Legolas watched the
Elf-Lord, though the rise of the eyebrow was expected, and did not
surprise him. "I know I have not known her long at all, but.... I
love her. Is that not odd?"
Elrond chuckled. "Love is a wonderful thing. Do not lose it, young
Elf. I am happy for you, but I am surprised at your choice." He
admitted. "It will be a difficult road for her, that is easily
seen." He was quiet for a moment. "Are you up to the challenge of
loving her as her husband, and teaching her almost like a father?"
He finally asked, his voice kind but concerned.
Legolas smiled. "Yes, I am up to it. I have already had to teach
her things, like a father would. She can be very stubborn and
rebellious." He told the Lord, grinning.
Elrond chuckled. "Becoming rather intimate with her backside, are
you?" He teased, remembering how he had often corrected Celebrian
after their marriage.
Legolas' grin got bigger. " Yes, I have become very intimate with
it. I did not want to, but it was required. She does not yet
understand though, that the spankings I give her are out of love and
to teach her something. Her uncle never did it that way. He was
cruel, and would punish her for every little thing."
The Elf-Lord nodded. "You will be her power to heal." He told
Legolas. "And I know you will do a wonderful job." He paused. "Has
it been difficult so far? She looked frightened out of her wits
before."
"It has been difficult. I'll get her to the point where she really
trusts me and is happy, and then I'll slip up and scare her, and I
have to work with her all over again. Yesterday morning, she
wandered off while I was still asleep to look for food, and I found
her up in a tree picking apples. She had scared me, for I thought
she had run away or was hurt somewhere, and I spoke sharply to her.
She would not come out of the tree after that, and I spent nearly an
hour trying to talk her down from it."
Elrond nodded once more, feeling sorry for the sweet girl. "And you
love her? You do not just pity her and wish to protect her? Are you
certain that it is genuine love? Because Elvish marriages do not
dissolve except by death, Legolas. This is very serious."
"Yes Lord Elrond, I do truly love her." Legolas replied, his words
strong. "I know how serious my decision is. I would not have made
it if I had not felt true love towards her. I do wish to protect her
though of course, as one always wants to protect the one they love."
"Of course." Elrond agreed. "Then I am very happy for you Legolas,
and wish you the best of luck."
"Thank you, my Lord. I appreciate your kind words. I do hope that
you do not mind that I came here, and brought Narya with me. And I
am sorry she reacted the way she did. I knew she was nervous, but I
did not think she would be that bad."
Elrond smiled and inclined his head. "It is fine Legolas, I
understand her fears and I am not offended in the least. And I am
pleased, as always, to have you under my roof, and that extends to
your intended as well." His smile was kind.
Legolas smiled in return and then paused for a moment,
thinking. "May I ask something of you, Lord Elrond?"
"Of course." Was the quick reply. Elrond had fostered Legolas for a
while as an Elfling, and still held fatherly feelings towards
him. "Anything within my power."
"I was wondering if you would do me the honor of having our wedding
ceremony here, and if you would marry us as well." Legolas looked at
the older Elf, hoping and praying that he was not asking too much.
Elrond smiled at him and poured him more wine. "Of course Legolas!
I would be honored to have the ceremony here, and to perform it as
well. When did you wish to have that done?"
The young Elf warrior smiled in relief. "Thank you, my Lord. We
will be truly blessed. As to when it should be done, I am not sure.
Narya needs a dress made for her, as well as some other things, so it
depends on all of that, I suppose." Then he cleared his
throat. "And, of course, whenever she wants the date to be." He
added.
A knock on the door of the study interrupted any further
comments. "Come in!" Elrond called out. Aramee, the maid, poked
her head into the room. "She wishes to see Legolas, my Lord."
Elrond glanced at Legolas and nodded. "Very well, send her in."
Seconds later Narya flew into the room. Her blond hair, freshly
washed, was nicely braided and gleamed in the sunlight. Delicate
slippers adorned her feet, and she wore a glittering blue gown.
Looking nervous, she ran across the room and practically jumped into
Legolas' lap. Elrond watched in amazement, then kind of smiled at
the girl's actions.
Legolas looked surprised too, but smiled gently at her. "Why Narya,
I did not know you were a lady!" He teased.
Her reply was to stick her tongue out at him, then bury her face
against his neck. "Soooooo many people." She told him, her voice
rather muffled. "All loooooooking at me!"
"That is because you are so beautiful." He told her gently. He
paused and glanced at Elrond. "Did you say hello to Lord Elrond?"
She shook her head. "I don't want too, I'll fall again and be
stupid." Narya announced gently.
"You are not stupid." Elrond assured her before Legolas could
respond. "And how will you fall if you are sitting in Legolas' lap?
All you must do is look at me and say hello." He smiled at her,
encouraging her to open up.
Narya cringed at Elrond's firm voice, but looked up
obediently. "Hello." She whispered.
Elrond smiled again at her, a sad kind of smile, for he saw the fear
in her eyes. His firm voice intimidated her, and he felt bad. "Do
not be scared, child. I will not harm you." He spoke as softly as
he could, hoping not to scare her again.
Legolas sighed as Narya shrugged and hugged him very tightly. "I
don't like all the people." She whispered, a blush creeping up on
her face. "I am not used to so many people and they are so very
loud." Loud voices had never meant anything good in the past, so she
was very sensitive to them.
"I am sorry child, I will ask everyone to be a little more quiet from
now on." Elrond assured her. "Tell me, do you like the room that
was given to you, and the dress you have on?"
At that, Narya smiled. "Yes, thank you. The dress is very special.
But I am afraid to ruin it and then be in very big trouble."
"You will not get into any trouble child, even if you do ruin it."
He said sincerely. "But how would you do that? Are you planning on
climbing another tree?" Elrond grinned at her and winked at Legolas.
Narya hung her head, embarrassed, and whimpered, cuddling tighter in
Legolas' arms like a small child, as she was rather slight, even for
an Elf.
Elrond sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead. Apparently nothing he
was going to say was going to be the right thing. "I am sorry, I did
not mean to upset you. Tell me, what shall I call you child?"
Legolas had already told him her name, but he wanted to hear it from
her.
"Narya." She said softly, peeking another look at him. "I will be
very careful with this dress and give it back just really clean and
everything, okay?" She offered earnestly.
Elrond stared at her, surprised. "You do not have to give it back
Narya. It is your dress. It belongs to you. And if you get it
dirty in any way, it can be cleaned. You must not worry about such
things anymore, dear child. You will not be punished for such
trifles."
A beautiful smile broke out on her pretty face. "It's mine? It's
really really mine?" She exclaimed excitedly, making Legolas smile.
Elrond smiled too, delighted at finally seeing something different in
her. "Of course it is yours. Everything that we have given to you,
and will give to you, is yours to keep."
She looked totally shocked and so very pleased, that she almost
wanted to give Elrond a hug for his kindness, but was too shy.
Elrond noticed her happiness and how it made her so much prettier
when she smiled. "That will not be the only dress you will get
either. Legolas tells me that you and he are to be married soon, so
you will need a wedding dress. And I imagine you will need a whole
wardrobe of other dresses as well. And also slippers, boots,
jewelry, cloaks, and anything else your heart desires." Elrond knew
that such an offer might likely blow her mind, but he could not help
but want to give her everything she needed and wanted.
Narya could only beam wider, her whole face lighting up. Suddenly
she jumped up and ran over to him, hugging the Elf-Lord tightly. He
reminded her of her father, and she had missed her ada very much all
these years. Then she realized what she had done and paled, and her
eyes grew wide and she flew behind the chair Legolas sat in.
Legolas shot up from his seat, as did Elrond, surprised but pleased
that she had opened up so well, but shocked that she had suddenly
gotten so upset and hid from them. "Do not hide, child." Elrond
requested. "You have done nothing wrong. Come back out, please. You
have not offended me."
"Yes, come out baby." Legolas urged. "It's okay."
Feeling like there was danger somewhere, even though there truly
wasn't, Narya shook her head no. Legolas carefully approached her
and took her hand. "Come on Narya, Elrond is not angry with you.
Your embrace was loved and very welcome. We like it when you do
things like that. Please, come sit with us again. You are doing
just fine."
To their surprise and pleasure she allowed Legolas to lift her off
the floor like a small child, and as she hid her still very pale face
against his neck, he sat her down next to Elrond and sat back down in
his chair. To his surprise Narya quickly jumped up and placed
herself on Legolas' lap again.
"Baby, why don't you sit by Elrond?" Legolas asked. Narya shook her
head no. Even though he had put her there, she felt safe refusing.
"We could sit on the couch, all three of us." Elrond told her. "And
you can sit between us." He smiled gently at her, then got up and
sat down on the couch. He patted the seat next to him. "Come sit,
child." He told her.
"No." Narya said rather firmly. Elrond raised an eyebrow at her,
surprised at her firm tone.
Legolas frowned at her. "Do not be rude Narya." He told
her. "Elrond has been very kind to you. You need to be polite."
She shook her head no again. "Legolas, don't make me." She whined.
"You need to." He told her, just as firmly. With that he got up,
with her still in his arms, and started towards the couch.
"Legolas!" Narya whined again, squirming around.
"Stop acting this way Narya, it is very rude. You do not want to get
a spanking in front of Elrond, do you?"
"No!" She squeaked. She whimpered as he got closer to the
couch. "Legolas, this is mean." She pouted, close to tears.
"It is not mean child." Elrond told her. "You need to get use to
being around people. You cannot hide forever. There is so much to
see and do. Don't you want to see and do things?"
Narya quickly shook her head no, then paused and shook her head yes,
then sighed. "I don't know." She whimpered, and glanced at
Legolas. "Legolas, don't spank me and don't make me sit by him!"
"You are going to sit by him, Narya. It will not hurt you. He will
do nothing to you. And yes, I will spank you if you continue to be
rude. Elrond does not deserve your rudeness." Legolas quickly
placed her on the couch beside Elrond and sat on the other side of
her. Narya frowned and promptly tried to get off the couch.
"Narya!" Legolas scolded her, shocked. He caught her arm and pulled
her down across his lap, then lifted her skirt up. He kept her
undergarments in place though, as he knew it would make her feel
horrible, should he bare her backside in front of Elrond. He gave
her a light smack that was firm at the same time, then another.
Narya squirmed across his knees and wriggled. "Legolas!" She
whimpered.
"I warned you Narya." He told her as he smacked her three more
times, a little harder. "You had no right to be so rude. That was
very naughty." SMACK Went his hand again. Her undergarments
absorbed some of the blows, but not as much as she would have liked.
He spanked her six more times, going from one cheek to the other as
he did. Elrond watched quietly.
A hand went back to block the blows. "I'm sorry, I'll be good!"
Narya wailed, her cheeks starting to sting quite a bit now. A
sniffle followed.
Legolas gave her two more smacks before stopping, and rubbing her
back gently. "You will sit here between us and not be rude
anymore?" He asked. She nodded, sniffling. "Good." He straightened
her dress and helped her sit up. She sat between them, her head down.
"There now, aren't you ashamed that you had to be spanked like some
naughty child?" Legolas asked her, putting an arm around her and
dropping a kiss on her head. Narya burst into frantic tears, so
thoroughly embarrassed she could hardly stand herself. "Now calm
down baby, it is all over. But you know what? I do believe you owe
Elrond an apology."
Narya whimpered. "I'm sorry." She was still crying, but she felt
very confused. The spanking confused her. She felt sorry that she
had misbehaved and her bottom stung, but at the same time it felt.
..funny. She was not quite sure she all together hated it, and that
was confusing.
Elrond smiled gently and indicated to Legolas that he should let her
go for a moment. He did so and Elrond put an arm around her and
hugged her. "You are forgiven child." He told her softly. "It will
all be okay."
She shivered as Elrond hugged her, trying hard to stop crying. She
pushed away her odd thoughts and sighed. "I'm bad, I'm sorry." She
whispered, drying her face.
"No, you are not bad." The Elf-Lord told her. "You have been
through much, and you are unsure as to how to behave. But Legolas
will teach you, and help you with whatever you need." He paused for
a moment as she sniffled. "Do you understand why you were spanked,
child?" He asked gently.
"I think so." Narya whispered, her shivering stopping. His voice
was so soothing and kind, but different from Legolas'. Legolas'
voice was the voice of her love. This voice, it was the voice of an
ada.
"Good. And do you understand that any spanking that Legolas gives
you is done out of love, to teach you something? It is not done just
to be mean, or to hurt you. Do you understand that?"
Narya sighed and nodded. "But it hurts, and I don't like to hurt."
Elrond sighed. "I know it does child." He said softly and gently.
He paused for a moment in thought. "Your uncle hurt you a lot,
didn't he?" He asked her.
She nodded. "Sometimes every day." She whispered, closing her eyes
for a moment.
Elrond felt a rush of anger at her words, but pushed it
away. "And.... I imagine he enjoyed it, didn't he?"
"Yes. He laughed, and his friends laughed. It was funny because I
was wicked." She whispered.
This time the Elf-Lord closed his eyes, and Legolas looked away,
having gone very pale. "You are not wicked child." Elrond told her
gently, but firmly. "I ask you this. Did Legolas laugh and seem to
be enjoying himself when he spanked you just now? Did I laugh?"
She stopped, pausing in thought. He had not laughed as he spanked
her, ever. Legolas was just not that way that she had seen. And
neither had the firm Elf-Lord laughed. So Narya shook her head
no. "No, Legolas wouldn't do that." She answered slowly.
"Exactly!" Elrond told her. "And do you know why? Because he loves
you, and he does not enjoy spanking you. He does not like to hurt
you, but he loves you enough to punish you when you misbehave. It is
done out of pure love, child, and only love. Do you understand that?"
Again the young Elf maiden paused in thought. " Yes, I understand."
Narya smiled slightly at Legolas, wanting to hug him, but was still
held by Elrond.
"That is good, child." Elrond praised her. He could sense that she
wanted to go to Legolas, and he released her, watching as she hugged
her husband to be. As Narya cuddled him, her face began showing
signs of relaxing, the worry lines decreasing.
Narya looked over at Elrond again. "I... I like you." She
whispered. Legolas smiled, remembering when she had said that to
him. Of course this was different, but it was still cute.
Elrond smiled too, pleased to hear her say that. "I like you too
Narya. Very much in fact."
She blushed and hid her face in Legolas' shoulder for a moment, then
looked up at him. "When are we getting married?"
"I do not know love." Legolas said, kissing her forehead. "Lord
Elrond asked me the same thing. When would you like to get married?"
Narya smiled still. "Right away!"
He laughed softly, liking her answer. "Alright, but preparations
need to be made first. You need to be fitted for a dress, and you
can describe to the tailor what you want it to look like. And we
need to decide where we want it done. The courtyard here is very
beautiful. Would you like to have it there?"
"Anywhere." Narya told him excitedly. "And I would like a pink
dress. Pink is my favorite color."
"A pink dress it is then." Legolas assured her, then glanced at
Elrond. "Do you think we can get her fitted for her dress today?"
Elrond chuckled and smiled. "A little hasty, are we?"
"Just a bit I suppose." Legolas replied, gazing down at the
beautiful girl he held. "But I cannot wait to make this fiery one my
wife." He was rewarded by a soft kiss from Narya, who then leaned
against his broad chest, sighing contentedly.