Not owning it. You know it. I know it. So don't even ask.
Underwater Love.
"Bastard!" I cried. "Scum! Filth! Low Life Creep!"
Yes that's right. I was shouting insults. At the door. The door between me and Veborion. He was still laughing and I was reduced to insulting a piece of wood. I was not happy.
Eventually the door opened. Veborion was washed and dressed. Damn! A small part of my brain commented on the fully clothed elf. We want only the towel! The rest of me glowered at him.
Veborion looked down at me debating what he should do first. Then he walked over to me and untied the ropes. For a moment I considered struggling and then decided that it was undignified. Also pointless as he was far stronger than I am and I had already humiliated myself enough times in front of him without adding any more.
"Wash." He said eventually.
Wash? Was this some new form of torture I had yet to hear about? Was it like a form of water torture? Like the one where they drip water onto your forehead for hours slowly driving you mad? I hoped not.
"Wash." He repeated, pulling me out of the chair and making me stand. He glared at me as I stood there and then pointed to his en suite bathroom. Was he serious?
"You want me to wash?" I asked wondering what the hell had come over him.
"Yes. Wash. Yourself. In there. Now."
"Why?"
"You need one."
Well at least he was more tactful than I had been telling him he smelt, but was this a cover for some ulterior motive?
"No." I answered finally. Better to be safe than sorry, I thought regardless of how good looking he is.
"Fine." He answered.
And then he picked me up and carried me into the other room, before dropping me fully dressed into a large bath full of glorious hot water and leaving the room, locking the door behind him.
***
First off I looked for a way of escape. There were none. No proper windows, only slats to let light into the room. If I was in the mood I could have appreciated the genius of it. I wasn't. I wanted escape via a nice big window, not merely tiny slats to let plenty of light in but no one out. And only one door into the room. The door that was locked, with Veborion behind it. Cautiously I began to pull off my clothes and enjoyed the sensations of the best bath I had had in ages.
"Elves," I murmured to myself as I washed myself with the soap provided, "Know how to make the best baths. This is heaven."
I was serious. The bath was deep. Deeper than a normal bath. I was virtually swimming in it. And it felt good. Finally after a very long soak I decided that I would get out and face the elf who's behaviour towards me had changed somewhat drastically. Perhaps he's fallen madly in love with me, the optimistic side of my brain mused. And then the realistic side burst out laughing. Yeah right. As if. His bride to be was right. I am nothing compared to her.
And on that sobering thought I wrapped one of the very large and very fluffy towels around me and another smaller one around my hair. My clothes were still soaking on the floor. Joy! I thought wryly, Veborion gets to see me pretty much naked anyway. Let's see exactly how well he resists my 'charms'.
***
When I tried the door I found to my surprise it was unlocked. I crept into the bedroom, unsure of what I would find.
"There are clothes for you on the bed." Said Veborion who was steadfastly gazing out of the window and completely ignoring my appearance.
"Didn't find it too hard then." I muttered to myself answering my own question about my 'charms'. For a moment he almost turned to face me, before fixing his gaze back on something outside.
I slowly got dressed. The clothes that were provided were too big for me. They looked like a male elf's.
"Are these yours?" I asked before I had even realised it.
"No."
"Oh. Thank you."
***
After I had dressed Veborion finally got up and wandered over to a table where food lay prepared.
"Eat." He said gesturing to one of the chairs that was next to the table.
I sat down and helped myself, as did he. The food actually lived up to all expectations. The stories about elven food being delicious? It's all true. As I ate I stole glances at Veborion. His face remained the same throughout breakfast. No emotion.
I finished before he did and after taking a fortifying sip of water (and inwardly wishing it was vodka) and picking on a piece of fruit, I asked the question that had been playing on my mind since the morning. No not why he was doing all of this for me, something far more important.
"Er... What's your bride to be's name?"
Veborion glanced up, his face inscrutable. He looked back down at his food before answering. "Her name is Sindaringevardaanwen."
Sindaringevardaanwen? Fucking hell. And I thought my parents didn't like me. "Oh. That's nice." I said in possibly the most insincere voice ever. And for a moment I pitied her. Okay she was prettier, taller, blonder (although I swear it was dyed) immortal and altogether better than me, but hey - at least I had a name that was less than five syllables. Middle Earth names suck.
Veborion noticed my silence. "Eat up." He said. "You will need all the strength you can get."
"Why?" I queried as he pulled me out of my musings on the unfortunate names parents give their children.
"Because I intend to torture you. It will be no fun if you do not have the energy to last."
And suddenly I didn't feel like eating any more of my piece of fruit or anything else for that matter either. And here I deluded myself with the thought he was being nice to me for a good reason I fumed.
Idiot.
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Slightly longer than usual. I'm off to bed. It's 3:33am! Night all! R&R please!
Underwater Love.
"Bastard!" I cried. "Scum! Filth! Low Life Creep!"
Yes that's right. I was shouting insults. At the door. The door between me and Veborion. He was still laughing and I was reduced to insulting a piece of wood. I was not happy.
Eventually the door opened. Veborion was washed and dressed. Damn! A small part of my brain commented on the fully clothed elf. We want only the towel! The rest of me glowered at him.
Veborion looked down at me debating what he should do first. Then he walked over to me and untied the ropes. For a moment I considered struggling and then decided that it was undignified. Also pointless as he was far stronger than I am and I had already humiliated myself enough times in front of him without adding any more.
"Wash." He said eventually.
Wash? Was this some new form of torture I had yet to hear about? Was it like a form of water torture? Like the one where they drip water onto your forehead for hours slowly driving you mad? I hoped not.
"Wash." He repeated, pulling me out of the chair and making me stand. He glared at me as I stood there and then pointed to his en suite bathroom. Was he serious?
"You want me to wash?" I asked wondering what the hell had come over him.
"Yes. Wash. Yourself. In there. Now."
"Why?"
"You need one."
Well at least he was more tactful than I had been telling him he smelt, but was this a cover for some ulterior motive?
"No." I answered finally. Better to be safe than sorry, I thought regardless of how good looking he is.
"Fine." He answered.
And then he picked me up and carried me into the other room, before dropping me fully dressed into a large bath full of glorious hot water and leaving the room, locking the door behind him.
***
First off I looked for a way of escape. There were none. No proper windows, only slats to let light into the room. If I was in the mood I could have appreciated the genius of it. I wasn't. I wanted escape via a nice big window, not merely tiny slats to let plenty of light in but no one out. And only one door into the room. The door that was locked, with Veborion behind it. Cautiously I began to pull off my clothes and enjoyed the sensations of the best bath I had had in ages.
"Elves," I murmured to myself as I washed myself with the soap provided, "Know how to make the best baths. This is heaven."
I was serious. The bath was deep. Deeper than a normal bath. I was virtually swimming in it. And it felt good. Finally after a very long soak I decided that I would get out and face the elf who's behaviour towards me had changed somewhat drastically. Perhaps he's fallen madly in love with me, the optimistic side of my brain mused. And then the realistic side burst out laughing. Yeah right. As if. His bride to be was right. I am nothing compared to her.
And on that sobering thought I wrapped one of the very large and very fluffy towels around me and another smaller one around my hair. My clothes were still soaking on the floor. Joy! I thought wryly, Veborion gets to see me pretty much naked anyway. Let's see exactly how well he resists my 'charms'.
***
When I tried the door I found to my surprise it was unlocked. I crept into the bedroom, unsure of what I would find.
"There are clothes for you on the bed." Said Veborion who was steadfastly gazing out of the window and completely ignoring my appearance.
"Didn't find it too hard then." I muttered to myself answering my own question about my 'charms'. For a moment he almost turned to face me, before fixing his gaze back on something outside.
I slowly got dressed. The clothes that were provided were too big for me. They looked like a male elf's.
"Are these yours?" I asked before I had even realised it.
"No."
"Oh. Thank you."
***
After I had dressed Veborion finally got up and wandered over to a table where food lay prepared.
"Eat." He said gesturing to one of the chairs that was next to the table.
I sat down and helped myself, as did he. The food actually lived up to all expectations. The stories about elven food being delicious? It's all true. As I ate I stole glances at Veborion. His face remained the same throughout breakfast. No emotion.
I finished before he did and after taking a fortifying sip of water (and inwardly wishing it was vodka) and picking on a piece of fruit, I asked the question that had been playing on my mind since the morning. No not why he was doing all of this for me, something far more important.
"Er... What's your bride to be's name?"
Veborion glanced up, his face inscrutable. He looked back down at his food before answering. "Her name is Sindaringevardaanwen."
Sindaringevardaanwen? Fucking hell. And I thought my parents didn't like me. "Oh. That's nice." I said in possibly the most insincere voice ever. And for a moment I pitied her. Okay she was prettier, taller, blonder (although I swear it was dyed) immortal and altogether better than me, but hey - at least I had a name that was less than five syllables. Middle Earth names suck.
Veborion noticed my silence. "Eat up." He said. "You will need all the strength you can get."
"Why?" I queried as he pulled me out of my musings on the unfortunate names parents give their children.
"Because I intend to torture you. It will be no fun if you do not have the energy to last."
And suddenly I didn't feel like eating any more of my piece of fruit or anything else for that matter either. And here I deluded myself with the thought he was being nice to me for a good reason I fumed.
Idiot.
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Slightly longer than usual. I'm off to bed. It's 3:33am! Night all! R&R please!
