I know this is short, but its been put up quick you have to admit! Hope you enjoy it and please review, all comments welcomed and appreciated.
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Mithmír did not look at the men, dwarf and hobbit as she passed; though many sets of eyes were upon her. She sat down with Legolas a way away, and drew from a nearby pack healing-salve, a waterskin and a roll of linen. 'Roll up your sleeve… Please,' she said with a little grin. The Elf did so slowly, but he couldn't hide the wince as the fabric caught on the forming scab.
'I can't promise that this won't hurt,' warned Mithmír shakily as she tore a piece from the linen and wet it.
'As long as it's you who is healing me,' Legolas smiled bravely. Nevertheless he moaned a little as the swab rubbed across his torn skin. Mithmír tried to be as gentle as she could, and whether it worked or not there were no more cries, and soon the blood was cleared away. Legolas audibly sighed with relief at precisely the same time Mithmír hissed almost accusingly.
'That's a terrible wound, Legolas… Look at all the unnecessary flesh that was torn out… And it's jagged, too. You really need a healer to stitch it up.'
'A healer will not be necessary,' Legolas replied quickly, settling down into a more comfortable position with his back against a travelling-pack. 'Elven wounds heal quicker than those of Men. This may not even scar.'
'If you are lucky,' Mithmír replied doubtfully. 'Well, there's nothing to be done, I suppose. Sit still - don't wriggle so much.' She smiled indulgently as the Elf shifted about a final time and settled into yet another new position. He laid his arm across his knees so the wound was open to her. She smiled as she started to lather on the salve. So much had happened in so little time! And yet it felt right, right to be doing this, right to have said those things… She smiled wide, and noticed that Legolas smiled also.
When she was nearly finished covering the wound, Legolas cried out in pain.
'What is it?' She asked frantically, rocking back onto her heels, her eyes wide with worry.
'There is a pain in my shoulder,' he said slowly, wincing. 'I had not noticed it till now, but it hurts as I lean back onto the pack behind me…'
'Let me bind your arm, and then I shall see to that wound as well,' Mithmír said and quickly set to work at tying the linen firmly about his smooth, warm arm. Had her head been raised, she would have seen the Elf's tiny mischievous grin. As it was, she looked up long after it had been wiped away. 'Turn around, and be careful not to loosen that bandage,' she ordered. Legolas did so slowly, gasping a little as his shoulder rubbed against the bag.
'There is no blood on your clothes,' she noted, and an edge of suspicion grew in her voice. She began to guess a little of the cheeky Elf's plan. 'Maybe it is a muscle-cramp…?' She did nothing to stop it, either.
'I think so,' Legolas replied in an innocent voice, though his smile betrayed him. 'Can you do anything for it, Lady?'
'Maybe…' Mithmír replied with laughter in her voice. She did not feel embarrassed as she lifted up the back of the Elf's tunic: any watchers would see her as a healer, nothing more. 'Where is it?' She asked calmly, her fingers flitting over his bare skin and making him shiver.
'There,' moaned Legolas. He may not have been wounded as such, but he was tense, and a good massage would not go amiss…
Mithmír nodded, smiling a little. The Elf's blatant trickery amused her. She began to knead at his tense muscles with skilled hands: she had been taught the art of relieving tension while in Minas Tirith, where many of the wounded needed such help and a sympathetic ear to listen to their tales. His skin was soft and supple under her hands, and the moans she extracted from her by doing this intrigued her. She had never felt such power over any one before… When she was finished, her fingers aching, she pulled back down his tunic and got up to her feet shakily.
'Does that make you feel better, Elf?'
'More than you can ever know,' he said with a playful grin, standing up and stretching like a cat.
'I can guess,' she replied with a small smirk. 'Come, then, we go to talk with the other Heralds. Let us hope that they gleaned no more than friendship from what they have seen…'
'You mean… there is more?' Asked Legolas breathlessly. He hadn't dared hope, even after the "healing"…
'I never said that, now, did I?' She grinned back and winked equally playfully, before walking to meet the other Heralds in high spirits. She had gained a close friend - and maybe something more as well…
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Haha, cheeky little Elf and elfling! Pleas review.
