Chapter five already? Gosh,
I'm such a good writer.
He caught my attention immediately. He was holding the finely crafted arrow, carefully running his slender fingers against the feather end and admiring it with much satisfaction. I suddenly found myself intrigued with his fingers. So long. So finely crafted. I laid my bare foot against the wooden floor and caught his attention. He turned to me, his gaze steady on my face.
I took a few more steps and already I was standing above him, his body barely leaving an indent on the sheets of the bed.
I hesitated. "Why are you here?"
He didn't answer me as he simply pulled me down against the bed, his now naked body heaving over my barely shaded body. I was wearing the same night gown as the one two nights ago, and through his trousers I could feel the burning within him.
I groaned when he leaned down against me and kissed my neck. His smooth, thin lips caressed their way up towards my throat, my chin, my jaw, my bottom lip and he locked our lips hungrily. His tongue was as smooth as his kisses, running itself along my lower lip as I chewed on his upper lip helplessly. I wanted him so badly.
He growled fiercely, those long fingers of his finding their way to the strings of my night gown, slowly easing them against my milky, tan skin. He lowered it as slowly as he kissed me. Such good kisses.
Finally the dress was below my waist and he leaned down against me, his tongue trailing along my collarbone. I shivered as my bare chest came in contact with his tongue. His mouth found its way to my nipple and I took a long, intake of breath.
And for God's sake, I woke up.
I groaned, waking from a sweaty, passionate dream of kisses and bare contact. It wasn't enough though and I cursed myself for being so blind. I sat up in bed, wearing nothing as the silk covers fell against my stomach. I must of been sleeping for a couple of hours before I woke up. I glanced at the wooden table besides my bed and frowned.
"No alarm clocks in Middle Earth, I assume?" I gave myself a big stretch and a yawn. "I wonder what time it is."
"It's nearly dawn."
I looked around the room at the voice and relaxed when it was only Keberiel. I watched as her slim form eased its way between the crack in the door, a vase full of water in her arms.
"What are you doing?" I yawned, my hand running against the set of braids across the top of my head.
She looked at them for a moment. "A vase of water. I was expecting to wash your hair for you before you traveled to Imladris, but now that I see you've put in some odd braids.. I should leave."
"Do you have anything to eat?" I asked, suddenly ashamed of my nudity. I lifted the covers against my breasts and blushed furiously. I couldn't get that dream out of my mind. "I'm hungry."
"You eat awfully much for a woman your size," She stated, setting the vase on the wooden table.
I grinned wickedly. "I assume you saw me at the lunch then, huh?"
Keberiel nodded and giggled. "How could you not gain any weight? I thought that's what you humans do."
I raised an eyebrow and she quickly apologized, but I waved her off. "Can you do me a favor and not apologize so much. You can also do me a favor and fetch me some of those delicious apples of yours while I sponge myself."
Keberiel nodded again and excused herself from the room, closing the door behind her. I stretched my arms once more before throwing myself from my bed and grabbed the towel made of cloth that she had draped around her shoulders. I grabbed the vase, surprised at how light it was, and brought it over to the bath. I filled it up and dunked the cloth inside.
After washing the sweat off my body my head started to ease down on the throbbing. That didn't help get rid of the naughty dream I've had though. I just have to think of other things. Disturbing things, perhaps.
"Oh, I'll never look at him the same way." I groaned, wrapping a dry towel around my body.
Keberiel just entered the room. I let out a joyful laugh as she carried my clothes to my bed. I grabbed them and made sure everything was there. Yes. My tan tank top, my black stretch pants and my holsters for my guns. I turned to her immediately.
"Where's my guns?"
"Excuse me?" She set about a dozen red apples on my bed.
"My weapons." I sighed. "Where are they?"
"They are getting polished and will be put with the other's weapons, Lady Lara." She nodded to the apples.
"Thanks." I muttered, taking an apple and biting into it. I looked at my clothes and smiled. "I should get dressed."
I stretched my arms and my legs, grateful that I was allowed to get away from that cooped up palace. It was a humid day and already I begun to sweat, my hair pulled back in a french braid. It swung around as I touched my fingers against the tips of my boots.
I wore what I wore when arriving in Middle Earth. My black stretch pants and tank top. My holsters were strapped around my thighs, their guns fitted securely within them, and my knives hidden around my ankles. I was all set.
I lowered my sunglasses, peering over at the arriving Elves and smiling.
Legolas jogged over to me before the others arrived, wearing metal braces around his tunic sleeves and wrinkled leggings. I raised an eyebrow.
"Good day." He said, watching my eyes for a moment. "I'm glad to see you up and ready."
I sighed. "Yes, I jogged around the Woods for an hour and felt refreshed. Where were you this morning?"
He went to answer me, but an Elf with dark blonde hair and light eyes appeared besides him and shot me a pointed look. "Is this who has the key?'
"What key?" Legolas and I asked in unison.
"Now, now Nuvun." Another male's voice murmured, appearing on Legolas' other side. This Elf had short blonde hair and green eyes. "Do not go off making rumors that you hear from others."
Nuvun laughed. "All is good, Caevudor, my friend. The lady here asked the Prince a question. I am sorry to cut you off so quickly. My apologies," He bent on one knee and took my hand in his, kissing it lightly with his full lips. His eyes wandered back to mine as he stood straight. "Nuvun Weedskin, my dear, from the Northern Realm."
"Pleasure." I said softly, turning to Caevudor. "My name is Lara, by the way, and no, I don't own any key."
"Then it is the--" Nuvun began.
"If we are all done bantering with one another, we shall leave." Legolas cut in angrily, seizing my arm and nudging me forwards. "Go."
"Wait!" I cried, flinging my arm away from his. "This is all that's going to Rivendell?"
The Elves nodded.
"That's not fair." I crossed my arms and put my shades on top of my head. "I want someone of my choice to come along as well. To keep me company."
"Company?" Legolas mused, his arms crossing. "Honestly, you are speaking nonsense. Three Elves and a Lady are quite enough travelers, so if you just follow this way--"
"I want Keberiel to come along." I said, ignoring him.
"The maiden?" Caevudor piped up, nudging Legolas in the ribs. "A maid cannot accompany us."
"We need no maid to follow us along, Lara." Legolas stated, heaving a big sigh.
"If she wants her maid to come, then so be it." Nuvun snapped. I shot him a smile and he returned it.
There was a pause, then Legolas spoke stubbornly, "Look, my father already awaits us at the stables. Let us just go there and gather our horses, and be on our way?"
"It is a long way to Rivendell, my Lady." Caevudor reminded me, following Legolas to the stables where Thranduil stood waiting, speaking with someone whose back was turned to us. "It'll be for the best."
As we neared them I now noticed that it was a female he was speaking with, and when I got a better look at her face I grinned broadly and walked faster, pushing Legolas aside. When Thranduil looked up at him, she turned around and smiled.
"Keberiel!" I said happily. I was truly glad to see her, and I shot Legolas an amused look.
"Lara." She bowed her head slightly and met me half way. "Why seem so happy when you are leaving?"
"Because I'm taking you with me."
She looked at me for a moment, then turned to Thranduil, looking at the Elves and back at me. "Excuse me?"
"I said--"
"She says nothing." Legolas snapped, brushing me aside. "Father, are our horses ready?"
Thranduil nodded, but before he spoke I cut in. "Since when were you Mr. Leader?"
Legolas' head snapped to where I was. "Since I became Prince."
"Well I'm Captain of a Squad and I think that's more of a title than a Prince." I made a face at the Prince. "And anyway, I was saying that Keberiel was coming with us to Rivendell."
"I am?" She asked.
"No!" Legolas and Caevudor shouted.
"She can!" I shouted back, Nuvun shouting Yes at the same exact time.
"Excuse me!" Thranduil cried, surprising us all from our argument. When he got our full attention, he cleared his throat and nodded. "Yes son, your horses are ready and Lara, what makes you think you can bring Lady Keberiel along?"
"Because I want her to come." I replied, my eyes narrowing.
"Without her consent?"
"Excuse me," Keberiel muttered politely, her slender head lowering. "Lara, I couldn't possibly come with you all! I barely know how to ride horse back. I'll delay you."
"Nonsense." I waved her off. "You can ride behind me."
"No," Legolas' voice bounced off my head. "Lara is riding with me."
"I am not!" I turned around to give him the coldest glare possible. "I'm riding on my own horse, Prince!"
"What makes you think you can ride a horse?"
I bit down on my bottom lip, hard, trying to stop myself from strangling the Elf standing in front of me. Instead, I took a good few deep breaths and cooled off.
"I know how to do many things." I replied. There was a pause as I turned to Keberiel. "Will you come?"
"But--" She looked around, chewing on her lip. "I couldn't-- I don't-- I don't have anything packed!"
"That's why I've brought this," I handed the large bag over to Keberiel, making her stumble back a bit. "It's all the stuff you will need. Arasiel helped me out as well."
Keberiel, thankfully, smiled and thought for a moment. "I will come with you, if I have no other choice?"
"You don't." I smiled slightly, grabbing her bag from her. "Thranduil, my Lord, show us all to our horses."
The King smiled and motioned his head to the stables, leading us in small graceful steps. I walked besides Keberiel and Nuvun, talking with them about horses and what we would do if one so happens to get injured. I heard Legolas mutter something about Ladies and horses, but I chose to ignore him as I entered the stables and glanced at the different styles of horses.
Immediately, a white horse with a flowing blonde mane caught my eye. I was too shock to speak, and jumped as a hand laid itself on the small of my back. I turned my head to Nuvun.
"That is Araswen." He smiled. "Are you considering this horse, Lara?"
All I could do was nod slowly. He nudged me forwards and I began to walk towards Araswen. Such a strange name, and I was considering a different name for it. Fluffy, perhaps, but Araswen was fine the way it was. The horse neighed when I approached, and I quickly reached out my hand for it to sniff. It obliged, its snout nudging my hand. I laughed.
Keberiel walked up from behind me, admiring the horse but quickly glanced at the brown steed in the opposite stall and sighed. I noticed this and as I stroked Araswen's neck, I questioned her on the horse. She simply laughed and waved her hand in the air.
"I just love horses," She explained, putting her blonde hair behind her curved ears. "And this one I fancied for ever since I was appointed to take care of the stables for a while until the regular maiden was sure to heal from something. His name is Rochthrosg."
I flinched. "What a... name." I turned around and saw the others already gathering their horses. I turned back to Keberiel. "Did you say you can ride a horse?"
"Barely." She whispered, still admiring the brown steed named Rochthrosg.
"Well, then ride.. er.. Rochie!"
She turned to me and narrowed her eyes. "Rochie?" With a nod from me she shook her head furiously. "I couldn't, and I wouldn't be able. I told you, I'm not that good of a horse back rider. Let me just ride with you and Araswen."
"But it is Rochie that you want to sit on," I pointed out, glancing at the horse. "Why not engulf that dream?"
"I'll delay you." She repeated. I couldn't help but notice the irritated tone in her voice and I held back a grin.
"Keberiel..." I let my voice trail off as she thought long and hard on the decision.
Finally, she looked up, her head high and proud. "I will take Roch.. Rochie, and I will not hear any complaints about me delaying you and your Elf friends."
"Great!" I exclaimed. "Go and mount Rochie. Look, he likes you already."
She nodded enthusiastically as the brown horse neighed in either anticipation or happiness. Keberiel laughed and opened the wooden door, grabbing the silver rope around its neck and leading it out of the stables. After watching this, I turned to Araswen and swung open her cage door, leading her out as well.
"Care for a nice, long ride?"
It neighed and I laughed.
"Excellent.
He caught my attention immediately. He was holding the finely crafted arrow, carefully running his slender fingers against the feather end and admiring it with much satisfaction. I suddenly found myself intrigued with his fingers. So long. So finely crafted. I laid my bare foot against the wooden floor and caught his attention. He turned to me, his gaze steady on my face.
I took a few more steps and already I was standing above him, his body barely leaving an indent on the sheets of the bed.
I hesitated. "Why are you here?"
He didn't answer me as he simply pulled me down against the bed, his now naked body heaving over my barely shaded body. I was wearing the same night gown as the one two nights ago, and through his trousers I could feel the burning within him.
I groaned when he leaned down against me and kissed my neck. His smooth, thin lips caressed their way up towards my throat, my chin, my jaw, my bottom lip and he locked our lips hungrily. His tongue was as smooth as his kisses, running itself along my lower lip as I chewed on his upper lip helplessly. I wanted him so badly.
He growled fiercely, those long fingers of his finding their way to the strings of my night gown, slowly easing them against my milky, tan skin. He lowered it as slowly as he kissed me. Such good kisses.
Finally the dress was below my waist and he leaned down against me, his tongue trailing along my collarbone. I shivered as my bare chest came in contact with his tongue. His mouth found its way to my nipple and I took a long, intake of breath.
And for God's sake, I woke up.
I groaned, waking from a sweaty, passionate dream of kisses and bare contact. It wasn't enough though and I cursed myself for being so blind. I sat up in bed, wearing nothing as the silk covers fell against my stomach. I must of been sleeping for a couple of hours before I woke up. I glanced at the wooden table besides my bed and frowned.
"No alarm clocks in Middle Earth, I assume?" I gave myself a big stretch and a yawn. "I wonder what time it is."
"It's nearly dawn."
I looked around the room at the voice and relaxed when it was only Keberiel. I watched as her slim form eased its way between the crack in the door, a vase full of water in her arms.
"What are you doing?" I yawned, my hand running against the set of braids across the top of my head.
She looked at them for a moment. "A vase of water. I was expecting to wash your hair for you before you traveled to Imladris, but now that I see you've put in some odd braids.. I should leave."
"Do you have anything to eat?" I asked, suddenly ashamed of my nudity. I lifted the covers against my breasts and blushed furiously. I couldn't get that dream out of my mind. "I'm hungry."
"You eat awfully much for a woman your size," She stated, setting the vase on the wooden table.
I grinned wickedly. "I assume you saw me at the lunch then, huh?"
Keberiel nodded and giggled. "How could you not gain any weight? I thought that's what you humans do."
I raised an eyebrow and she quickly apologized, but I waved her off. "Can you do me a favor and not apologize so much. You can also do me a favor and fetch me some of those delicious apples of yours while I sponge myself."
Keberiel nodded again and excused herself from the room, closing the door behind her. I stretched my arms once more before throwing myself from my bed and grabbed the towel made of cloth that she had draped around her shoulders. I grabbed the vase, surprised at how light it was, and brought it over to the bath. I filled it up and dunked the cloth inside.
After washing the sweat off my body my head started to ease down on the throbbing. That didn't help get rid of the naughty dream I've had though. I just have to think of other things. Disturbing things, perhaps.
"Oh, I'll never look at him the same way." I groaned, wrapping a dry towel around my body.
Keberiel just entered the room. I let out a joyful laugh as she carried my clothes to my bed. I grabbed them and made sure everything was there. Yes. My tan tank top, my black stretch pants and my holsters for my guns. I turned to her immediately.
"Where's my guns?"
"Excuse me?" She set about a dozen red apples on my bed.
"My weapons." I sighed. "Where are they?"
"They are getting polished and will be put with the other's weapons, Lady Lara." She nodded to the apples.
"Thanks." I muttered, taking an apple and biting into it. I looked at my clothes and smiled. "I should get dressed."
I stretched my arms and my legs, grateful that I was allowed to get away from that cooped up palace. It was a humid day and already I begun to sweat, my hair pulled back in a french braid. It swung around as I touched my fingers against the tips of my boots.
I wore what I wore when arriving in Middle Earth. My black stretch pants and tank top. My holsters were strapped around my thighs, their guns fitted securely within them, and my knives hidden around my ankles. I was all set.
I lowered my sunglasses, peering over at the arriving Elves and smiling.
Legolas jogged over to me before the others arrived, wearing metal braces around his tunic sleeves and wrinkled leggings. I raised an eyebrow.
"Good day." He said, watching my eyes for a moment. "I'm glad to see you up and ready."
I sighed. "Yes, I jogged around the Woods for an hour and felt refreshed. Where were you this morning?"
He went to answer me, but an Elf with dark blonde hair and light eyes appeared besides him and shot me a pointed look. "Is this who has the key?'
"What key?" Legolas and I asked in unison.
"Now, now Nuvun." Another male's voice murmured, appearing on Legolas' other side. This Elf had short blonde hair and green eyes. "Do not go off making rumors that you hear from others."
Nuvun laughed. "All is good, Caevudor, my friend. The lady here asked the Prince a question. I am sorry to cut you off so quickly. My apologies," He bent on one knee and took my hand in his, kissing it lightly with his full lips. His eyes wandered back to mine as he stood straight. "Nuvun Weedskin, my dear, from the Northern Realm."
"Pleasure." I said softly, turning to Caevudor. "My name is Lara, by the way, and no, I don't own any key."
"Then it is the--" Nuvun began.
"If we are all done bantering with one another, we shall leave." Legolas cut in angrily, seizing my arm and nudging me forwards. "Go."
"Wait!" I cried, flinging my arm away from his. "This is all that's going to Rivendell?"
The Elves nodded.
"That's not fair." I crossed my arms and put my shades on top of my head. "I want someone of my choice to come along as well. To keep me company."
"Company?" Legolas mused, his arms crossing. "Honestly, you are speaking nonsense. Three Elves and a Lady are quite enough travelers, so if you just follow this way--"
"I want Keberiel to come along." I said, ignoring him.
"The maiden?" Caevudor piped up, nudging Legolas in the ribs. "A maid cannot accompany us."
"We need no maid to follow us along, Lara." Legolas stated, heaving a big sigh.
"If she wants her maid to come, then so be it." Nuvun snapped. I shot him a smile and he returned it.
There was a pause, then Legolas spoke stubbornly, "Look, my father already awaits us at the stables. Let us just go there and gather our horses, and be on our way?"
"It is a long way to Rivendell, my Lady." Caevudor reminded me, following Legolas to the stables where Thranduil stood waiting, speaking with someone whose back was turned to us. "It'll be for the best."
As we neared them I now noticed that it was a female he was speaking with, and when I got a better look at her face I grinned broadly and walked faster, pushing Legolas aside. When Thranduil looked up at him, she turned around and smiled.
"Keberiel!" I said happily. I was truly glad to see her, and I shot Legolas an amused look.
"Lara." She bowed her head slightly and met me half way. "Why seem so happy when you are leaving?"
"Because I'm taking you with me."
She looked at me for a moment, then turned to Thranduil, looking at the Elves and back at me. "Excuse me?"
"I said--"
"She says nothing." Legolas snapped, brushing me aside. "Father, are our horses ready?"
Thranduil nodded, but before he spoke I cut in. "Since when were you Mr. Leader?"
Legolas' head snapped to where I was. "Since I became Prince."
"Well I'm Captain of a Squad and I think that's more of a title than a Prince." I made a face at the Prince. "And anyway, I was saying that Keberiel was coming with us to Rivendell."
"I am?" She asked.
"No!" Legolas and Caevudor shouted.
"She can!" I shouted back, Nuvun shouting Yes at the same exact time.
"Excuse me!" Thranduil cried, surprising us all from our argument. When he got our full attention, he cleared his throat and nodded. "Yes son, your horses are ready and Lara, what makes you think you can bring Lady Keberiel along?"
"Because I want her to come." I replied, my eyes narrowing.
"Without her consent?"
"Excuse me," Keberiel muttered politely, her slender head lowering. "Lara, I couldn't possibly come with you all! I barely know how to ride horse back. I'll delay you."
"Nonsense." I waved her off. "You can ride behind me."
"No," Legolas' voice bounced off my head. "Lara is riding with me."
"I am not!" I turned around to give him the coldest glare possible. "I'm riding on my own horse, Prince!"
"What makes you think you can ride a horse?"
I bit down on my bottom lip, hard, trying to stop myself from strangling the Elf standing in front of me. Instead, I took a good few deep breaths and cooled off.
"I know how to do many things." I replied. There was a pause as I turned to Keberiel. "Will you come?"
"But--" She looked around, chewing on her lip. "I couldn't-- I don't-- I don't have anything packed!"
"That's why I've brought this," I handed the large bag over to Keberiel, making her stumble back a bit. "It's all the stuff you will need. Arasiel helped me out as well."
Keberiel, thankfully, smiled and thought for a moment. "I will come with you, if I have no other choice?"
"You don't." I smiled slightly, grabbing her bag from her. "Thranduil, my Lord, show us all to our horses."
The King smiled and motioned his head to the stables, leading us in small graceful steps. I walked besides Keberiel and Nuvun, talking with them about horses and what we would do if one so happens to get injured. I heard Legolas mutter something about Ladies and horses, but I chose to ignore him as I entered the stables and glanced at the different styles of horses.
Immediately, a white horse with a flowing blonde mane caught my eye. I was too shock to speak, and jumped as a hand laid itself on the small of my back. I turned my head to Nuvun.
"That is Araswen." He smiled. "Are you considering this horse, Lara?"
All I could do was nod slowly. He nudged me forwards and I began to walk towards Araswen. Such a strange name, and I was considering a different name for it. Fluffy, perhaps, but Araswen was fine the way it was. The horse neighed when I approached, and I quickly reached out my hand for it to sniff. It obliged, its snout nudging my hand. I laughed.
Keberiel walked up from behind me, admiring the horse but quickly glanced at the brown steed in the opposite stall and sighed. I noticed this and as I stroked Araswen's neck, I questioned her on the horse. She simply laughed and waved her hand in the air.
"I just love horses," She explained, putting her blonde hair behind her curved ears. "And this one I fancied for ever since I was appointed to take care of the stables for a while until the regular maiden was sure to heal from something. His name is Rochthrosg."
I flinched. "What a... name." I turned around and saw the others already gathering their horses. I turned back to Keberiel. "Did you say you can ride a horse?"
"Barely." She whispered, still admiring the brown steed named Rochthrosg.
"Well, then ride.. er.. Rochie!"
She turned to me and narrowed her eyes. "Rochie?" With a nod from me she shook her head furiously. "I couldn't, and I wouldn't be able. I told you, I'm not that good of a horse back rider. Let me just ride with you and Araswen."
"But it is Rochie that you want to sit on," I pointed out, glancing at the horse. "Why not engulf that dream?"
"I'll delay you." She repeated. I couldn't help but notice the irritated tone in her voice and I held back a grin.
"Keberiel..." I let my voice trail off as she thought long and hard on the decision.
Finally, she looked up, her head high and proud. "I will take Roch.. Rochie, and I will not hear any complaints about me delaying you and your Elf friends."
"Great!" I exclaimed. "Go and mount Rochie. Look, he likes you already."
She nodded enthusiastically as the brown horse neighed in either anticipation or happiness. Keberiel laughed and opened the wooden door, grabbing the silver rope around its neck and leading it out of the stables. After watching this, I turned to Araswen and swung open her cage door, leading her out as well.
"Care for a nice, long ride?"
It neighed and I laughed.
"Excellent.