Purity
Chapter 3: Enticement
An elven girl let out a muffled yell from behind the piece of cloth tied around her mouth. The skin at the edges of her mouth, ankles and wrists were red from the tightness of the ropes. She was dressed in nothing but her undergarments as she looked up at the woman hovering above her. She'd donned her gown, which was made solely of scarves.
Levicia snickered sinisterly as she untied her crimson hair and allowed it to fall freely, faming her face. She drew a dagger from her cloak and held it dangerously close to the elf's throat.
"I'm sure the Prince will enjoy the show," she said sardonically. "Thank you for making my job Iso/I much easier." She struck the harem elf with the base of the dagger and knocked her unconscious. She smirked and gathered her clothing to leave it on Portal for when she was to make her escape. She strapped her belongings on securely before speaking to the horse.
"This shouldn't take too long, I will return shortly," she smirked and snuck back into the Palace with some difficulty. She stood outside the banquet hall as the King made announcement.
"My son, you have been away from home for some time now. As a welcoming gift, I present you with this," he said as the seductive music began to play. A look of concern and puzzlement crossed Legolas' face as the bronze doors opened revealing a fair maiden.
Levicia smirked and gracefully glided to the center of the dance floor and watched his face with amusement. He held an expression of shock and curiosity.
"Such a gullible Prince," she thought to herself and approached him seductively as the music sped up. Placing herself on his lap, she arched her back and wrapped one of her scarves around his neck.
For a slight moment she thought of strangling him then, but quickly decided against it, as there were too many people around for her to make an escape. With a sudden pop of the music, she swung the scarf over his intrigued face and jumped away from him, reclaiming her spot on the dance floor. The intoxicating song began to end and she spun several times around, her attire floating around her, before she threw two items to the ground and she disappeared in a large puff of smoke.
The crowed gasped and broke into a fit of murmurs before clapping at the performance.
"I must say, twas indeed a splendid surprise," Legolas breathed.
"Go now while the guests are distracted," his father whispered to him. The prince nodded and exited the banquet hall discreetly.
Levicia smiled to herself as she quickly changed into a black silken gown and tucked her dagger in a slip behind her and concealed it.
"This is going to be easier than I had expected," she thought to herself.
"Tell me, fair maiden," a voice spoke behind her followed by the slamming of a door causing her to jump, "is this a spell you've cast over me?"
"No, sire," she replied respectfully and turned around to face him only to gasp in surprise. Indeed, it was Legolas, but he was much more handsome in her eyes than she'd imagined, suddenly and unexpectedly making her task harder to accomplish.
Before she realized it, he had his arms wrapped around her and was whispering something, in a beautiful language she did not understand, into her ear. She gripped the fabric at his chest to support herself, feeling her knees weaken.
IGet a hold of yourself, Levicia!/I she thought bitterly to herself, Iyou are the Dark Lordess and shan't be conquered by an elven Prince who, I need not remind you, was partially responsible for the demise of your Lord!/i
Forcing her eyes shut and regaining her composure, Levicia quickly pulled away from the prince and turned him around, pushing back towards the bed, a smirked planted on her lips. She could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't used to the dominance of the woman, rather he was usually 'in charge'. She had to bite down on her lip to keep from laughing out loud.
"Did you enjoy the show, sire?" she asked and climbed on top of him, not noticing the mirror that was behind her.
"Legolas," he corrected her.
"What?" she cocked an eyebrow in confusion.
"My name is Legolas and not Isire/I," he explained. Levicia opened her mouth to reply, but before she could react he had his lips against hers.
She widened her eyes in surprise, never expecting this approach, but decided to use this as an advantage as he gently lay on his back, pulling her down with him.
~*~
A guard walked down a corridor when he heard a muffled yell coming from the adjacent room. As he approached the door, he heard the cry again and forced himself to open the door.
"Are you alright, lady?" he asked, untying the harem elf. After she had explained the situation in full detail, he ran out of the room and allowed her to dress as he hurried down the corridor.
"Imposter! The dancer tis an imposter!"
~*~
Levicia moved her hand from his shoulder and reached behind her, grasping the handle of the dagger. She slid it out of the slip behind her dress and raised it above them. She paused for a moment, her eyes still shut as she kissed him, but in that slight hesitation Legolas slowly opened his eyes and saw the dagger above him.
Just as she thrust it down to pierce his skin, he threw up his hand and grasped her wrist while sitting up. Levicia pulled away from him and tried to force down the blade, but he compensated with his own strength. He pushed her off him, sending her to the ground and against the dresser.
The dagger landed a few feet away from her, out of arms reach. She glared at him and growled cursing herself for hesitating earlier. She dove towards the dagger, but he went after her and tackled her to the ground and sending them both rolling over each other.
"I shan't be conquered," she hissed.
"I've already won you over, wench," he growled from underneath her. Levicia narrowed her eyes at him and was about to let out a banshee cry, but quickly decided against it as it would pierce through his skull as well as her own.
"Curse you to all damna-" she started but was cut off as he snapped his hand up and wrapped his fingers around her throat. He flipped over and straddled her waist while maintaining a firm grip at her neck.
"Let go of me this instant, you blasted elf!" she cried, clawing at his hands. Legolas looked at her troubled face and, for a fleeting moment, felt sympathy for the Elven girl. Shouts and murmurs from the oncoming guards brought him out of his thoughts and he pushed himself away from her. She sat up and looked at him with shock, rubbing her neck as she coughed lightly.
"Run," he ordered her. Not wasting a second, she spun around and ran towards the open window just as the guards entered, launching a swarm of arrows at her. Just jumped out the window and grasped a branch from a nearby tree.
"Sire, shall we go after her?" they asked Legolas.
"No, I shall follow her… alone," he added quickly and retrieved his bow. He quickly made his way outside and exited the palace before anyone could argue or even notice for that matter.
Levicia ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She would return later for her steed and belongings as they were on the other side of the palace. Unfortunately, she was also unarmed and only had her brute strength to aid her as she could use her cries; no thanks to the 'spell' the elves had put on her. She thought she'd heard something and stopped dead in her tracks, spinning around to search for anyone that may have been following her.
"Where are you…" she whispered to herself. Suddenly, as if a reply, an arrow cut through the air and landed where her foot would have been if she hadn't moved it in time. Letting out a gasp of shock, she quickly spun on her heel and continued to run. Being barefoot in the woods did not help her as she stepped on many branches and twigs, slowing her down. Someone grabbed her from behind and placed a hand over her mouth to muffle out her screams.
"Hush, my little harem," he whispered into her ear. Now regretting that she hadn't gone to retrieve at least her sword, she began to struggle against his grasp.
"Let go of me!" she demanded.
"Who sent you?" he ignored her order. Levicia stopped, if he wasn't going to let go of her unless she told him, she might as well say something. She started to sob, catching him off guard, but he still kept a firm grasp.
"Forgive me, sire," she sobbed. "If I hadn't done so he would have killed my parents."
"Who?" he raised an eyebrow and let go of her as she wiped her tears fiercely.
"I do not know," she said. "He was an enemy and took my mother hostage when she was collecting water by the river. My father went to look for her when she didn't return and they took him as well when he refused to take the job."
"I'm sorry, lady. Allow me to assist you," he offered his help.
"How?" she asked.
"I'll rescue your parents for you," he said.
"You can't!" she said quickly.
"Why not?"
"It's too late, I was to return with your blood over an hour ago," she walked away from him. He followed behind her and touched her shoulder lightly.
"I'm sorry," he said, never noticing that she had stopped 'sobbing'. She spun around and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against his chest. He tensed slightly at her actions before returning the embrace.
Levicia smirked; her plan had taken a detour, but was now back on course. She still couldn't use her banshee cry, but she could place him in a trance with a song spell. She parted her lips and whispered in his ear.
"Come my dear Elven, follow me and hush now, to my garden by the sea," she began and reached for his bow and an arrow as he slipped into a trance, "hush and be wary from my curse of love…"
Legolas' eyes dilated as she sang. She took several steps away from him and aimed the bow towards him, she could never remember learning the art of archery, but here she was getting ready to fire at the Prince of Mirkwood with perfect aim.
"Come now and sleep by the sea," she finished and strung the arrow. She only had a few seconds before the spell would wear off and she had to hurry. Her hands trembling she aimed straight for his heart, but found herself not able to launch the arrow. Before she realized it, Legolas was standing before her and lowering the bow from her hands.
"Why can't I do it?" she whispered to herself, her body was trembling. She glared at Legolas and stepped away from him, "you! You did this to me, you cast a spell on me!" She accused him, unwillingly giving away that she'd lied about someone taking her parents hostage.
"Lady, who are you?" he growled. Not answering him, she ran away from him again, convinced that he'd done something to her. She skidded to a halt before she fell over the edge of a small cliff, but when she heard him approaching her, she swallowed hard and jumped down. Tumbling head over heels, and tried to bring herself to a halt, but couldn't do so. Her head slammed into a large rock at the bottom of the cliff, knocking her unconscious as a trickle of blood made its way down the side of her face.
Legolas picked up her limp body and walked away from the palace, afraid to arouse suspicion and started a small fire to keep them both warm.
Chapter 3: Enticement
An elven girl let out a muffled yell from behind the piece of cloth tied around her mouth. The skin at the edges of her mouth, ankles and wrists were red from the tightness of the ropes. She was dressed in nothing but her undergarments as she looked up at the woman hovering above her. She'd donned her gown, which was made solely of scarves.
Levicia snickered sinisterly as she untied her crimson hair and allowed it to fall freely, faming her face. She drew a dagger from her cloak and held it dangerously close to the elf's throat.
"I'm sure the Prince will enjoy the show," she said sardonically. "Thank you for making my job Iso/I much easier." She struck the harem elf with the base of the dagger and knocked her unconscious. She smirked and gathered her clothing to leave it on Portal for when she was to make her escape. She strapped her belongings on securely before speaking to the horse.
"This shouldn't take too long, I will return shortly," she smirked and snuck back into the Palace with some difficulty. She stood outside the banquet hall as the King made announcement.
"My son, you have been away from home for some time now. As a welcoming gift, I present you with this," he said as the seductive music began to play. A look of concern and puzzlement crossed Legolas' face as the bronze doors opened revealing a fair maiden.
Levicia smirked and gracefully glided to the center of the dance floor and watched his face with amusement. He held an expression of shock and curiosity.
"Such a gullible Prince," she thought to herself and approached him seductively as the music sped up. Placing herself on his lap, she arched her back and wrapped one of her scarves around his neck.
For a slight moment she thought of strangling him then, but quickly decided against it, as there were too many people around for her to make an escape. With a sudden pop of the music, she swung the scarf over his intrigued face and jumped away from him, reclaiming her spot on the dance floor. The intoxicating song began to end and she spun several times around, her attire floating around her, before she threw two items to the ground and she disappeared in a large puff of smoke.
The crowed gasped and broke into a fit of murmurs before clapping at the performance.
"I must say, twas indeed a splendid surprise," Legolas breathed.
"Go now while the guests are distracted," his father whispered to him. The prince nodded and exited the banquet hall discreetly.
Levicia smiled to herself as she quickly changed into a black silken gown and tucked her dagger in a slip behind her and concealed it.
"This is going to be easier than I had expected," she thought to herself.
"Tell me, fair maiden," a voice spoke behind her followed by the slamming of a door causing her to jump, "is this a spell you've cast over me?"
"No, sire," she replied respectfully and turned around to face him only to gasp in surprise. Indeed, it was Legolas, but he was much more handsome in her eyes than she'd imagined, suddenly and unexpectedly making her task harder to accomplish.
Before she realized it, he had his arms wrapped around her and was whispering something, in a beautiful language she did not understand, into her ear. She gripped the fabric at his chest to support herself, feeling her knees weaken.
IGet a hold of yourself, Levicia!/I she thought bitterly to herself, Iyou are the Dark Lordess and shan't be conquered by an elven Prince who, I need not remind you, was partially responsible for the demise of your Lord!/i
Forcing her eyes shut and regaining her composure, Levicia quickly pulled away from the prince and turned him around, pushing back towards the bed, a smirked planted on her lips. She could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't used to the dominance of the woman, rather he was usually 'in charge'. She had to bite down on her lip to keep from laughing out loud.
"Did you enjoy the show, sire?" she asked and climbed on top of him, not noticing the mirror that was behind her.
"Legolas," he corrected her.
"What?" she cocked an eyebrow in confusion.
"My name is Legolas and not Isire/I," he explained. Levicia opened her mouth to reply, but before she could react he had his lips against hers.
She widened her eyes in surprise, never expecting this approach, but decided to use this as an advantage as he gently lay on his back, pulling her down with him.
~*~
A guard walked down a corridor when he heard a muffled yell coming from the adjacent room. As he approached the door, he heard the cry again and forced himself to open the door.
"Are you alright, lady?" he asked, untying the harem elf. After she had explained the situation in full detail, he ran out of the room and allowed her to dress as he hurried down the corridor.
"Imposter! The dancer tis an imposter!"
~*~
Levicia moved her hand from his shoulder and reached behind her, grasping the handle of the dagger. She slid it out of the slip behind her dress and raised it above them. She paused for a moment, her eyes still shut as she kissed him, but in that slight hesitation Legolas slowly opened his eyes and saw the dagger above him.
Just as she thrust it down to pierce his skin, he threw up his hand and grasped her wrist while sitting up. Levicia pulled away from him and tried to force down the blade, but he compensated with his own strength. He pushed her off him, sending her to the ground and against the dresser.
The dagger landed a few feet away from her, out of arms reach. She glared at him and growled cursing herself for hesitating earlier. She dove towards the dagger, but he went after her and tackled her to the ground and sending them both rolling over each other.
"I shan't be conquered," she hissed.
"I've already won you over, wench," he growled from underneath her. Levicia narrowed her eyes at him and was about to let out a banshee cry, but quickly decided against it as it would pierce through his skull as well as her own.
"Curse you to all damna-" she started but was cut off as he snapped his hand up and wrapped his fingers around her throat. He flipped over and straddled her waist while maintaining a firm grip at her neck.
"Let go of me this instant, you blasted elf!" she cried, clawing at his hands. Legolas looked at her troubled face and, for a fleeting moment, felt sympathy for the Elven girl. Shouts and murmurs from the oncoming guards brought him out of his thoughts and he pushed himself away from her. She sat up and looked at him with shock, rubbing her neck as she coughed lightly.
"Run," he ordered her. Not wasting a second, she spun around and ran towards the open window just as the guards entered, launching a swarm of arrows at her. Just jumped out the window and grasped a branch from a nearby tree.
"Sire, shall we go after her?" they asked Legolas.
"No, I shall follow her… alone," he added quickly and retrieved his bow. He quickly made his way outside and exited the palace before anyone could argue or even notice for that matter.
Levicia ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She would return later for her steed and belongings as they were on the other side of the palace. Unfortunately, she was also unarmed and only had her brute strength to aid her as she could use her cries; no thanks to the 'spell' the elves had put on her. She thought she'd heard something and stopped dead in her tracks, spinning around to search for anyone that may have been following her.
"Where are you…" she whispered to herself. Suddenly, as if a reply, an arrow cut through the air and landed where her foot would have been if she hadn't moved it in time. Letting out a gasp of shock, she quickly spun on her heel and continued to run. Being barefoot in the woods did not help her as she stepped on many branches and twigs, slowing her down. Someone grabbed her from behind and placed a hand over her mouth to muffle out her screams.
"Hush, my little harem," he whispered into her ear. Now regretting that she hadn't gone to retrieve at least her sword, she began to struggle against his grasp.
"Let go of me!" she demanded.
"Who sent you?" he ignored her order. Levicia stopped, if he wasn't going to let go of her unless she told him, she might as well say something. She started to sob, catching him off guard, but he still kept a firm grasp.
"Forgive me, sire," she sobbed. "If I hadn't done so he would have killed my parents."
"Who?" he raised an eyebrow and let go of her as she wiped her tears fiercely.
"I do not know," she said. "He was an enemy and took my mother hostage when she was collecting water by the river. My father went to look for her when she didn't return and they took him as well when he refused to take the job."
"I'm sorry, lady. Allow me to assist you," he offered his help.
"How?" she asked.
"I'll rescue your parents for you," he said.
"You can't!" she said quickly.
"Why not?"
"It's too late, I was to return with your blood over an hour ago," she walked away from him. He followed behind her and touched her shoulder lightly.
"I'm sorry," he said, never noticing that she had stopped 'sobbing'. She spun around and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against his chest. He tensed slightly at her actions before returning the embrace.
Levicia smirked; her plan had taken a detour, but was now back on course. She still couldn't use her banshee cry, but she could place him in a trance with a song spell. She parted her lips and whispered in his ear.
"Come my dear Elven, follow me and hush now, to my garden by the sea," she began and reached for his bow and an arrow as he slipped into a trance, "hush and be wary from my curse of love…"
Legolas' eyes dilated as she sang. She took several steps away from him and aimed the bow towards him, she could never remember learning the art of archery, but here she was getting ready to fire at the Prince of Mirkwood with perfect aim.
"Come now and sleep by the sea," she finished and strung the arrow. She only had a few seconds before the spell would wear off and she had to hurry. Her hands trembling she aimed straight for his heart, but found herself not able to launch the arrow. Before she realized it, Legolas was standing before her and lowering the bow from her hands.
"Why can't I do it?" she whispered to herself, her body was trembling. She glared at Legolas and stepped away from him, "you! You did this to me, you cast a spell on me!" She accused him, unwillingly giving away that she'd lied about someone taking her parents hostage.
"Lady, who are you?" he growled. Not answering him, she ran away from him again, convinced that he'd done something to her. She skidded to a halt before she fell over the edge of a small cliff, but when she heard him approaching her, she swallowed hard and jumped down. Tumbling head over heels, and tried to bring herself to a halt, but couldn't do so. Her head slammed into a large rock at the bottom of the cliff, knocking her unconscious as a trickle of blood made its way down the side of her face.
Legolas picked up her limp body and walked away from the palace, afraid to arouse suspicion and started a small fire to keep them both warm.