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Chapter 5
The door clicked into place as Figwit stood up, brushing the dust from his tunic. Legolas and Margarita stood next to each other a few paces in front of him, giving sideways glances of confusion to each other. Elrond, meanwhile, had strolled across his room and wrapped his tunic around his shoulders. The silence was deafening as he sauntered to his fireside chair and sat down. Legolas shifted uncomfortably under Elrond's iron gaze. "Perhaps you would like to tell me what this is all about," he said softly to Margarita. She cleared he throat and wrapped her arms around her body. "Well," she said, "I knew that Legolas was going to be coming to the council today, so I came with Boromir's party, just to see him. We met a long time ago in the White City. He was." She looked warily at Legolas, "one of my clients." Legolas turned bright red and looked at the ground. "That's quite alright," replied Elrond with a slight smile. "Continue." "I asked on of the Gondorians what had happened at the council, but he wouldn't tell me much, just that a Fellowship of nine had been picked to perform a dangerous task. I asked who they were and when he answered Legolas, I was shocked." Margarita turned to Legolas. "Now don't be angry, please," she said grasping his hand. "but when Glorfindel told me that Lord Elrond. required my services, I figured that it was a perfect time to." She stared into the fire. "Try and convince Elrond to take you out of the Fellowhip," she finished quickly. Legolas blinked. "What?" He said incredulously. "No way. NO WAY!" Margarita backed away from him. "Please, Legolas, I swear," she protested, "I only did it because I don't want you to get hurt or die or something." Legolas ran a hand through his hair and stared at his feet, not knowing whether to feel angry or touched. "I. I can't believe it." He stammered, then looked Margarita in the eye. "You must understand. this task. it's very important to the survival of Middle Earth. I must do this." Tears brimmed in Margarita's eyes but she held them back. "All right then. if you must. I'm sorry." Legolas wrapped his arms around Margarita and patted her back softly. Elrond, by this time, was sitting back in his chair with one eyebrow raised. "Now that was all very touching," he said, "but that's still no excuse for her coming in here and trying to brainwash me with a hypnotic massage." Legolas glanced down at Margarita. "You know how to do that?" She nodded. "Damn," muttered Legolas. Elrond stood and took a walk to his window. "Sir," said Legolas. Elrond turned to the couple, still embracing each other. "Could you please not say anything to my father about. us." Legolas clutched Margarita tighter. "I know he would never approve." The elf lord's memory flashed to a silver maiden with an unforgiving father. "I know the feeling," he muttered. "Don't worry," he said aloud, "your secret is safe with me." His eyes narrowed as he glared at the elf by the door. "Right Figwit?" Figwit had been gazing in wonder at the celing the whole time and snapped to attention at the sound of his name. "Oh. yes sir!" he replied, having no idea what he was agreeing too. "Good." Elrond crossed the room and stood before the couple. "Now I think I've had enough excitement for one night, so you two may be on your way." He turned to return to the window, when Margarita cleared her throat loudly behind him. "My money?" She said expectantly. Elrond laughed. "You have got to be kidding me! First you get me to reveal classified info and now you want me to pay you for it?" Margarita gaped at him. "You can't tell me that wasn't the best damn back rub you ever had!" Elrond grinned and stood in front of her. "It was. Thank you. Now get out before I decide to slip to Thranduil." "Just go," cried Legolas, and dragged Margarita from the room. Walking briskly to the door to shut it, Elrond stared down at Figwit leaning against it. He smiled sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. "Coffee, sir?" he asked nervously. In an instant, Figwit was flung from the room and the door slammed. Margarita and Legolas stood in the hallway just looking at each other. "I can't believe he wouldn't pay me!" Margarita whined, "Of all the injustices." Her eyes met Legolas's and she stopped. "I'll see you tomorrow." He said, and gave her a soft kiss. As she watched his retreating form, Margarita took a nervous step backwards. "Are you mad at me?" she called after him. He turned around and smiled, a grin that made her tingle from head to toe. I guess he's ok, she though as he disappeared around the corner. For the first time, she noticed that the corridor was frigid. She hugged herself. After spending an hour and a half with the Elf Lord she was getting no pay. Margarita was not the kind of gave away her services for free, and she was in desperate need of money too. A night wasted like this would set her back a few days. She needed another client and badly. A noise down the hall brought her from her thoughts. Figwit was whistling while he looked at the paintings on the walls, as though he'd never seen them before. A smile curled on Margarita's face as she had a devious idea. "Oh Figwit." she cooed seductively and strutted down the hall.
Chapter 5
The door clicked into place as Figwit stood up, brushing the dust from his tunic. Legolas and Margarita stood next to each other a few paces in front of him, giving sideways glances of confusion to each other. Elrond, meanwhile, had strolled across his room and wrapped his tunic around his shoulders. The silence was deafening as he sauntered to his fireside chair and sat down. Legolas shifted uncomfortably under Elrond's iron gaze. "Perhaps you would like to tell me what this is all about," he said softly to Margarita. She cleared he throat and wrapped her arms around her body. "Well," she said, "I knew that Legolas was going to be coming to the council today, so I came with Boromir's party, just to see him. We met a long time ago in the White City. He was." She looked warily at Legolas, "one of my clients." Legolas turned bright red and looked at the ground. "That's quite alright," replied Elrond with a slight smile. "Continue." "I asked on of the Gondorians what had happened at the council, but he wouldn't tell me much, just that a Fellowship of nine had been picked to perform a dangerous task. I asked who they were and when he answered Legolas, I was shocked." Margarita turned to Legolas. "Now don't be angry, please," she said grasping his hand. "but when Glorfindel told me that Lord Elrond. required my services, I figured that it was a perfect time to." She stared into the fire. "Try and convince Elrond to take you out of the Fellowhip," she finished quickly. Legolas blinked. "What?" He said incredulously. "No way. NO WAY!" Margarita backed away from him. "Please, Legolas, I swear," she protested, "I only did it because I don't want you to get hurt or die or something." Legolas ran a hand through his hair and stared at his feet, not knowing whether to feel angry or touched. "I. I can't believe it." He stammered, then looked Margarita in the eye. "You must understand. this task. it's very important to the survival of Middle Earth. I must do this." Tears brimmed in Margarita's eyes but she held them back. "All right then. if you must. I'm sorry." Legolas wrapped his arms around Margarita and patted her back softly. Elrond, by this time, was sitting back in his chair with one eyebrow raised. "Now that was all very touching," he said, "but that's still no excuse for her coming in here and trying to brainwash me with a hypnotic massage." Legolas glanced down at Margarita. "You know how to do that?" She nodded. "Damn," muttered Legolas. Elrond stood and took a walk to his window. "Sir," said Legolas. Elrond turned to the couple, still embracing each other. "Could you please not say anything to my father about. us." Legolas clutched Margarita tighter. "I know he would never approve." The elf lord's memory flashed to a silver maiden with an unforgiving father. "I know the feeling," he muttered. "Don't worry," he said aloud, "your secret is safe with me." His eyes narrowed as he glared at the elf by the door. "Right Figwit?" Figwit had been gazing in wonder at the celing the whole time and snapped to attention at the sound of his name. "Oh. yes sir!" he replied, having no idea what he was agreeing too. "Good." Elrond crossed the room and stood before the couple. "Now I think I've had enough excitement for one night, so you two may be on your way." He turned to return to the window, when Margarita cleared her throat loudly behind him. "My money?" She said expectantly. Elrond laughed. "You have got to be kidding me! First you get me to reveal classified info and now you want me to pay you for it?" Margarita gaped at him. "You can't tell me that wasn't the best damn back rub you ever had!" Elrond grinned and stood in front of her. "It was. Thank you. Now get out before I decide to slip to Thranduil." "Just go," cried Legolas, and dragged Margarita from the room. Walking briskly to the door to shut it, Elrond stared down at Figwit leaning against it. He smiled sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. "Coffee, sir?" he asked nervously. In an instant, Figwit was flung from the room and the door slammed. Margarita and Legolas stood in the hallway just looking at each other. "I can't believe he wouldn't pay me!" Margarita whined, "Of all the injustices." Her eyes met Legolas's and she stopped. "I'll see you tomorrow." He said, and gave her a soft kiss. As she watched his retreating form, Margarita took a nervous step backwards. "Are you mad at me?" she called after him. He turned around and smiled, a grin that made her tingle from head to toe. I guess he's ok, she though as he disappeared around the corner. For the first time, she noticed that the corridor was frigid. She hugged herself. After spending an hour and a half with the Elf Lord she was getting no pay. Margarita was not the kind of gave away her services for free, and she was in desperate need of money too. A night wasted like this would set her back a few days. She needed another client and badly. A noise down the hall brought her from her thoughts. Figwit was whistling while he looked at the paintings on the walls, as though he'd never seen them before. A smile curled on Margarita's face as she had a devious idea. "Oh Figwit." she cooed seductively and strutted down the hall.