She stood for a moment and just stared right at me. She looked me slowly up
and down, her eyes wandering over every single part of my body taking in
everything about me, even the large amount of blood I was still covered in.
I suppose it was to try and unnerve me in some way, having her staring
straight at me and not trying to hide that fact. Leering at me like I was
just a thing, some random object, a piece of meat and she wondering if I
was worth it. Though what value she was trying to put on me I can't say I
even knew, or wanted to know. For she could never put any sort of price on
me at would come anywhere near close enough. No one could. Though in
retrospect, I'd never let anyone put a price on me. I'm not a thing!
Well this was something I'm used to, having people gawping at me like I'm nothing more than an object put forth for the delight of everyone. Like I'm in some glass box for all to see and my feelings don't matter. Or maybe they think that I don't have any feeling or care about what they do. Or that maybe I just don't notice their roaming eyes or the nasty and dirty little thoughts that brew in their minds when their glazes rest upon my body. To some it would be more than tad unnerving, more like the scariest thing they'd ever face in their whole entire lives, but to me it's extremely annoying and I consider it a height of bad manners to stare so openly at anyone.
This was one of the times that I've never thought about reacting against the person staring at me. I know it annoys the living hell out me, and if it were a man standing in front of me then I would have smashed his face right into the back of his head for doing it. But it was a woman and nothing in earth could ever bring me to raise my hand to a woman no matter who they are or what their race. I would defend myself against a woman if she attacked, but I'd never hit her back or attack her in the first place. I think that it's one of the most abhorrent things anyone male can do. Though it is something I see in the world of men and it makes my blood boil to see it and I have stopped it whenever I've come across it as no one else seemed to have to balls to try. I know that some women can take care of themselves, but not all of them can and there should be no reason what so ever to hit a woman.
This was where I made up one of my three rules. 'No women'. I admit that physically hurting a woman is something that I would never ever even contemplating doing, even for all the gold, silver, jewels and mithril in Middle Earth. For women are precious and life would not be possible without them. Its the same for children, hence the 'No Kids' rule. And well, why should I kill my own people (though I'm a big hypocrite now, but it seemed the right rule to make at the time and the only one I would even consider breaking). All elves share this thought and feeling about women and children. And none of us (not even Haldir in one of his worse ever fits of anger where he hits inanimate object with his rage) would do it. I guess that's Haldir tip Number 5. 'If you want to get away in one piece from Haldir, be female or a small child'. Though don't use either as a human shield coz that'll just make him even madder as he'd see you as unbelievably cowardly for hiding behind the defenceless.
So she continued to stare at me and I stayed as calm and cool as ever even though I hate being stared at (in hindsight, I guess that would be Haldir tip Number 6.' Never stare at him'. You were given eyelids so use them occasionally when he's around. And never ever stare at me either as he's extremely protective of me as he's seen the looks in people's eyes when they look at me too). So I smirked broadly at her and twirled around to make sure she saw all of me. I didn't care that I was up to my eyes in filth, I was there on a mission and I wasn't going to be stopped. And if I had to, I'd do everything that was in my power to do to get it. Even if I had to degrade myself to the lowest levels of saying 'How high?' if I was asked to jump or making a whore of myself. Though I would get my own back eventually on them.
Finally she moved, she swaggered towards me in a very crude and obvious attempt of seduction, and unfortunately it was focused in my direction. I knew at that moment I would have to stoop to a very low level though how low it was going to go, I really didn't know at that point. So I just stood there and let her make all the moves, and a total arse out of herself, as she must have thought that she could seduce me (as if!). She circled me slowly two or three times, her hand leisurely moving around my body as she went (yup, you've guessed it, Haldir tip number 7. 'Keep your hands to yourself and where they can be seen'). I just stayed put and didn't react at all, even when she grabbed my backside firmly before she walked back to her desk, all the lustful thoughts evident all across her face.
She walked behind her desk but didn't sit down, a grin firmly placed upon her lips and her eyes once again fixed on my face. I kept my expression as neutral as I could even after having her hands all over me. Not the nicest experience I've ever had to put up with, but it was a means to an end so it had to be endured. Instead she opened a draw on the right of her desk and pulled out a cloth and began to clean all the muck off her hands that she's picked up from running her hands all over me. Then she walked back towards me, the cloth still in her hands and looked me right in the eye. "Look at you. You're filthy. Here, let me see all of that fair elven face of yours underneath the dirt. For I'm sure that there is one under there." She reached up with the cloth to wipe the blood off my face. But I caught her hand before it got near enough. It was time for me to turn the tables and take control of the situation.
"No!" I replied sharply "I'll clean my own face, thank you very much. I'm not in need of a nurse maid" I pulled the cloth from her hand roughly, stepped back and began to clean my face myself very very slowly, a wicked smile playing on my lips. All the time looking at her and the dark passion that grew on her face as she watched me.
Once my face was clear of blood, I wiped my hands on the cloth and stepped forward again. Though this time I moved closer so that I was mere inches from Deollyn and I reached down, picked up one of her hands and placed the dirty cloth back in her hand taking as long a time as I could. I felt her shudder as I did this. It was perfect, she'd fallen to my slow and subtle seduction as so many before her had. Just simple everyday things that everyone does, yet when people see me doing them in my own little way to please them, they go weak at the knees and would gladly do anything for me.
I leaned forward towards her ear and whispered huskily against her skin 'Thank you, I hate being dirty" She shuddered again from the feel of my breath against her skin. She was putty in my hands it was fantastic. But I felt like I should play with her a little as she looked like she might pass out. So I moved back away from her once again. When I was no longer in close proximately of her she almost fell over and could not look at me. So she made a quick dash for her chair. Well as quick as she could without running and as fast as her shaking limbs could carry her. I love having this effect on people, it just makes everything so much easier and my life much more simple.
Leaving the bloody cloth on the desk, she reached down to the left side of her desk and pulled out a bottle of amber liquid and two glasses. She set the glasses down on the desk and opened the bottle. She reached for one of the glasses, but before she poured she managed to look up at me and held up the bottle and the glass. "Drink?" she asked. I answered 'no' with a snort of boredom and contempt that was not at all disguised and she heard it. Pouring herself a drink and quickly downing it she spoke again.
Well this was something I'm used to, having people gawping at me like I'm nothing more than an object put forth for the delight of everyone. Like I'm in some glass box for all to see and my feelings don't matter. Or maybe they think that I don't have any feeling or care about what they do. Or that maybe I just don't notice their roaming eyes or the nasty and dirty little thoughts that brew in their minds when their glazes rest upon my body. To some it would be more than tad unnerving, more like the scariest thing they'd ever face in their whole entire lives, but to me it's extremely annoying and I consider it a height of bad manners to stare so openly at anyone.
This was one of the times that I've never thought about reacting against the person staring at me. I know it annoys the living hell out me, and if it were a man standing in front of me then I would have smashed his face right into the back of his head for doing it. But it was a woman and nothing in earth could ever bring me to raise my hand to a woman no matter who they are or what their race. I would defend myself against a woman if she attacked, but I'd never hit her back or attack her in the first place. I think that it's one of the most abhorrent things anyone male can do. Though it is something I see in the world of men and it makes my blood boil to see it and I have stopped it whenever I've come across it as no one else seemed to have to balls to try. I know that some women can take care of themselves, but not all of them can and there should be no reason what so ever to hit a woman.
This was where I made up one of my three rules. 'No women'. I admit that physically hurting a woman is something that I would never ever even contemplating doing, even for all the gold, silver, jewels and mithril in Middle Earth. For women are precious and life would not be possible without them. Its the same for children, hence the 'No Kids' rule. And well, why should I kill my own people (though I'm a big hypocrite now, but it seemed the right rule to make at the time and the only one I would even consider breaking). All elves share this thought and feeling about women and children. And none of us (not even Haldir in one of his worse ever fits of anger where he hits inanimate object with his rage) would do it. I guess that's Haldir tip Number 5. 'If you want to get away in one piece from Haldir, be female or a small child'. Though don't use either as a human shield coz that'll just make him even madder as he'd see you as unbelievably cowardly for hiding behind the defenceless.
So she continued to stare at me and I stayed as calm and cool as ever even though I hate being stared at (in hindsight, I guess that would be Haldir tip Number 6.' Never stare at him'. You were given eyelids so use them occasionally when he's around. And never ever stare at me either as he's extremely protective of me as he's seen the looks in people's eyes when they look at me too). So I smirked broadly at her and twirled around to make sure she saw all of me. I didn't care that I was up to my eyes in filth, I was there on a mission and I wasn't going to be stopped. And if I had to, I'd do everything that was in my power to do to get it. Even if I had to degrade myself to the lowest levels of saying 'How high?' if I was asked to jump or making a whore of myself. Though I would get my own back eventually on them.
Finally she moved, she swaggered towards me in a very crude and obvious attempt of seduction, and unfortunately it was focused in my direction. I knew at that moment I would have to stoop to a very low level though how low it was going to go, I really didn't know at that point. So I just stood there and let her make all the moves, and a total arse out of herself, as she must have thought that she could seduce me (as if!). She circled me slowly two or three times, her hand leisurely moving around my body as she went (yup, you've guessed it, Haldir tip number 7. 'Keep your hands to yourself and where they can be seen'). I just stayed put and didn't react at all, even when she grabbed my backside firmly before she walked back to her desk, all the lustful thoughts evident all across her face.
She walked behind her desk but didn't sit down, a grin firmly placed upon her lips and her eyes once again fixed on my face. I kept my expression as neutral as I could even after having her hands all over me. Not the nicest experience I've ever had to put up with, but it was a means to an end so it had to be endured. Instead she opened a draw on the right of her desk and pulled out a cloth and began to clean all the muck off her hands that she's picked up from running her hands all over me. Then she walked back towards me, the cloth still in her hands and looked me right in the eye. "Look at you. You're filthy. Here, let me see all of that fair elven face of yours underneath the dirt. For I'm sure that there is one under there." She reached up with the cloth to wipe the blood off my face. But I caught her hand before it got near enough. It was time for me to turn the tables and take control of the situation.
"No!" I replied sharply "I'll clean my own face, thank you very much. I'm not in need of a nurse maid" I pulled the cloth from her hand roughly, stepped back and began to clean my face myself very very slowly, a wicked smile playing on my lips. All the time looking at her and the dark passion that grew on her face as she watched me.
Once my face was clear of blood, I wiped my hands on the cloth and stepped forward again. Though this time I moved closer so that I was mere inches from Deollyn and I reached down, picked up one of her hands and placed the dirty cloth back in her hand taking as long a time as I could. I felt her shudder as I did this. It was perfect, she'd fallen to my slow and subtle seduction as so many before her had. Just simple everyday things that everyone does, yet when people see me doing them in my own little way to please them, they go weak at the knees and would gladly do anything for me.
I leaned forward towards her ear and whispered huskily against her skin 'Thank you, I hate being dirty" She shuddered again from the feel of my breath against her skin. She was putty in my hands it was fantastic. But I felt like I should play with her a little as she looked like she might pass out. So I moved back away from her once again. When I was no longer in close proximately of her she almost fell over and could not look at me. So she made a quick dash for her chair. Well as quick as she could without running and as fast as her shaking limbs could carry her. I love having this effect on people, it just makes everything so much easier and my life much more simple.
Leaving the bloody cloth on the desk, she reached down to the left side of her desk and pulled out a bottle of amber liquid and two glasses. She set the glasses down on the desk and opened the bottle. She reached for one of the glasses, but before she poured she managed to look up at me and held up the bottle and the glass. "Drink?" she asked. I answered 'no' with a snort of boredom and contempt that was not at all disguised and she heard it. Pouring herself a drink and quickly downing it she spoke again.
