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Ch-4
Innocent to the happenings outside, Margarita had moved further down Elrond and was massaging his lower back. He, meanwhile, had slipped into a sleep-like state and was calmly dozing with his head on his arms. So I did get him to relax, thought Margarita with a smirk. It's really too bad that I have to wake him up. Without loosing the rhythm of her massage, she bent down to his left ear. "So what was this council today about?" she whispered. Her warm breath tickled his ear and stirred him slightly from his meditation. "One Ring," he murmered. "I see," she mused. "And what did you propose to do about it?" Elrond shifted his body to the right. "A fellowship of nine was chosen to take it to Mordor." Margarita smiled, surprised at how much she could get out of him while he was in this state. Perhaps she could be a bit more if. Converting one hand into a fist, she used it to knead Elrond's lower back. With her other hand, she reached up and lightly stroked the point of Elrond's ear. He instantly broke into a grin. "Stop doing that," he said. "Why?" "Because. are you sure I'm your first Elven client?" Warm sensations ran from his hairline to his toenails as his insides turned to jelly. He shuddered at how efficient her fingers were. "Who is to represent your race in this." she once again bent close to his ear, ".fellowship." She gasped the word in a way that made Elrond jump. "Legolas of Mirkwood." He replied breathlessly. If this incessant ear- playing didn't stop. "Ah, yes, I've heard of him," she said sweetly. "Isn't he. rather young and inexperienced, my Lord?" "No. Young, maybe, but he has much experience." Elrond gritted his teeth and groaned. "Can you stop doing that please?" Margarita grinned. One of the most powerful Elves in Middle Earth and she had turned him into a quivering ball of nothing. "Are you quite sure he's as good of an archer as he says he is?" she continued. "Yes. He's good." He reached out and tried to swat her hand away, but she pinned his arm down with surprising strength. "You don't want him to go," said Margarita sternly. "What?" "Take him OUT of the fellowship." At that moment a loud bang sounded behind her. She turned instantly to find the door wide open and a shell-shocked Figwit standing in the doorway. Figwit stared in horror at the sight before him and quickly shut his eyes. "Anelfwantstoletyouknownottosayanythingaboutyou-know-who," he cried, trembling. "What?" replied Margarita, turning her back so she could get a better look at him. Figwit took a deep breath to calm his thudding heart. "An elf wants to." "Wait. Come in and shut the door at least," Margarita said. Margarita's rhythmic massage had stopped, and Elrond was beginning to become fully awake once more. He heard the door to his chamber close with a click. "Now what do you want to say?" asked Margarita. "Who's here?" Elrond gruffly inquired. "An elf want to let you know not to say anything about you-know-who." "Which elf?" Margarita questioned. "Um." Figwit stared at his feet, "I can't tell you that." "Why not?" "Because I'm not supposed to." "Why not?" "Because."
"Figwit, is that you?" cut in Elrond. Figwit gulped. "Yes, your Lordship. I. I.I'll only be in here a second longer." "Get off me," Elrond said to Margarita. "No. I'm not done yet," She whined in response. "I said get off!" "NO." Margarita turned back to Figwit. "So anyway, why." "CONFOUND IT WOMAN! GET YOUR SLEAZY ASS OFF OF ME!" Before it even occurred to her what was happening, Elrond threw her from his back with one mighty push. She flew screaming across the room and landed on Figwit, knocking him into the door. Elrond flipped over, jumped off the bed, and stalked across the room. Grabbing Margarita and pushing her roughly aside, he clutched Figwit by the collar and slammed him against the door. "Who sent you here?" he growled. Figwit's face drained of all color and his lip trembled. "I. I. I." he sputtered, unable to form anything coherent. Elrond tightened his grip on Figwit's neck. "Who. Sent. You." Figwit made a gagging noise. "Legolas," he rasped. Elrond promply dropped Figwit and he fell, coughing and sputtering, to the ground with a thud. The elf-lord pulled open the door. "LEGOLAS!" he bellowed. "For Valinor's sake, I'm right here." Legolas stood from his easy chair and shuffled to Elrond. I'm in for it now, he told himself. "What is the meaning of this?" questioned Elrond, his grey eyes glinting like steel. Legolas sighed. "My apologies, Lord Elrond. I merely sent Figwit to relay a message to the woman in your room." At this, Margarita popped her head in the doorway. A look of panic flashed through her eyes. "Oh," she cried. "Um, hi Legolas." Legolas shifted his gaze to the ground. "Hey. Margarita." Elrond looked from the Elf to the human and back again. "You two know each other?" "Well," replied Legolas, "you could say that." "You could say that?" Margarita cried incredulously. "Legolas Greenleaf, I'm only your." She was cut off by Legolas clapping a hand over her mouth. Legolas laughed nervously. "Well, you see, sir, Margarita and I are kind of, well. seeing each other." There was a sickening moment of silence. "Oh," Elrond answered at last with a raise of his eyebrows. "Well that explains quite a few things. Why don't you two come in and we have a little chat." Elrond moved aside, allowing Legolas to enter the room, then closed the door softly behind him.
Ch-4
Innocent to the happenings outside, Margarita had moved further down Elrond and was massaging his lower back. He, meanwhile, had slipped into a sleep-like state and was calmly dozing with his head on his arms. So I did get him to relax, thought Margarita with a smirk. It's really too bad that I have to wake him up. Without loosing the rhythm of her massage, she bent down to his left ear. "So what was this council today about?" she whispered. Her warm breath tickled his ear and stirred him slightly from his meditation. "One Ring," he murmered. "I see," she mused. "And what did you propose to do about it?" Elrond shifted his body to the right. "A fellowship of nine was chosen to take it to Mordor." Margarita smiled, surprised at how much she could get out of him while he was in this state. Perhaps she could be a bit more if. Converting one hand into a fist, she used it to knead Elrond's lower back. With her other hand, she reached up and lightly stroked the point of Elrond's ear. He instantly broke into a grin. "Stop doing that," he said. "Why?" "Because. are you sure I'm your first Elven client?" Warm sensations ran from his hairline to his toenails as his insides turned to jelly. He shuddered at how efficient her fingers were. "Who is to represent your race in this." she once again bent close to his ear, ".fellowship." She gasped the word in a way that made Elrond jump. "Legolas of Mirkwood." He replied breathlessly. If this incessant ear- playing didn't stop. "Ah, yes, I've heard of him," she said sweetly. "Isn't he. rather young and inexperienced, my Lord?" "No. Young, maybe, but he has much experience." Elrond gritted his teeth and groaned. "Can you stop doing that please?" Margarita grinned. One of the most powerful Elves in Middle Earth and she had turned him into a quivering ball of nothing. "Are you quite sure he's as good of an archer as he says he is?" she continued. "Yes. He's good." He reached out and tried to swat her hand away, but she pinned his arm down with surprising strength. "You don't want him to go," said Margarita sternly. "What?" "Take him OUT of the fellowship." At that moment a loud bang sounded behind her. She turned instantly to find the door wide open and a shell-shocked Figwit standing in the doorway. Figwit stared in horror at the sight before him and quickly shut his eyes. "Anelfwantstoletyouknownottosayanythingaboutyou-know-who," he cried, trembling. "What?" replied Margarita, turning her back so she could get a better look at him. Figwit took a deep breath to calm his thudding heart. "An elf wants to." "Wait. Come in and shut the door at least," Margarita said. Margarita's rhythmic massage had stopped, and Elrond was beginning to become fully awake once more. He heard the door to his chamber close with a click. "Now what do you want to say?" asked Margarita. "Who's here?" Elrond gruffly inquired. "An elf want to let you know not to say anything about you-know-who." "Which elf?" Margarita questioned. "Um." Figwit stared at his feet, "I can't tell you that." "Why not?" "Because I'm not supposed to." "Why not?" "Because."
"Figwit, is that you?" cut in Elrond. Figwit gulped. "Yes, your Lordship. I. I.I'll only be in here a second longer." "Get off me," Elrond said to Margarita. "No. I'm not done yet," She whined in response. "I said get off!" "NO." Margarita turned back to Figwit. "So anyway, why." "CONFOUND IT WOMAN! GET YOUR SLEAZY ASS OFF OF ME!" Before it even occurred to her what was happening, Elrond threw her from his back with one mighty push. She flew screaming across the room and landed on Figwit, knocking him into the door. Elrond flipped over, jumped off the bed, and stalked across the room. Grabbing Margarita and pushing her roughly aside, he clutched Figwit by the collar and slammed him against the door. "Who sent you here?" he growled. Figwit's face drained of all color and his lip trembled. "I. I. I." he sputtered, unable to form anything coherent. Elrond tightened his grip on Figwit's neck. "Who. Sent. You." Figwit made a gagging noise. "Legolas," he rasped. Elrond promply dropped Figwit and he fell, coughing and sputtering, to the ground with a thud. The elf-lord pulled open the door. "LEGOLAS!" he bellowed. "For Valinor's sake, I'm right here." Legolas stood from his easy chair and shuffled to Elrond. I'm in for it now, he told himself. "What is the meaning of this?" questioned Elrond, his grey eyes glinting like steel. Legolas sighed. "My apologies, Lord Elrond. I merely sent Figwit to relay a message to the woman in your room." At this, Margarita popped her head in the doorway. A look of panic flashed through her eyes. "Oh," she cried. "Um, hi Legolas." Legolas shifted his gaze to the ground. "Hey. Margarita." Elrond looked from the Elf to the human and back again. "You two know each other?" "Well," replied Legolas, "you could say that." "You could say that?" Margarita cried incredulously. "Legolas Greenleaf, I'm only your." She was cut off by Legolas clapping a hand over her mouth. Legolas laughed nervously. "Well, you see, sir, Margarita and I are kind of, well. seeing each other." There was a sickening moment of silence. "Oh," Elrond answered at last with a raise of his eyebrows. "Well that explains quite a few things. Why don't you two come in and we have a little chat." Elrond moved aside, allowing Legolas to enter the room, then closed the door softly behind him.