Chapter 5
A/N: Thanks to the two who have offered to beta. I will send each a half of the next chapter to avoid giving either too much work (as I will be trying to make the next chapter longer than this one). It will be really helpful. Thanks. And again, sorry the last update took so long. I was in a lot of trouble at the end of this semester with four advanced Japanese classes and was pressed to get so much read and translated in so little time. Again, it couldn't be helped. I didn't have a chance to post this chapter before I left, but now that I'm home, I have internet access IN MY ROOM, which is something I've sorely missed, so updating shouldn't be a problem. Thanks to those who have stuck with me even after all this happened, especially kaio, Morima, CSI, Joy4eva and Naomi who reviewed last chapter.
****
A lean figure slipped through the dark with phantom-like silence, then paused, crouching among the underbrush in absolute stillness, melding flawlessly into the forest as if he was just another rock or bush. Several seconds had elapsed when the figure finally crept forward.
Myu recognized the blonde hair and lifted her head a little from where she had been laying since she tripped over a surfaced tree-root and fell face first on a big pile of prickly nuts. She was a bit too out of it to notice that it was suposed to hurt, but it was better than the ordeal of trying to stand up.
The figure stalked a few slow, uncertain steps away from her, then paused, then veered to the left a few paces. For a brief moment, Myu's woozy alcohol-oriented mind considered calling out a big "Wassaaaaap!" to the blond figure, but when Myu realized that he had completely overlooked her, she held her breath and kept quiet, thinking she'd just let him pass so she could get some sleep. Unfortunately, just then a hiccup surfaced.
Veteran hunter-instincts homed-in on instant and the figure spun in a whirl of blonde hair and stepped toward the sorce. "Myu." It was the voice of Legolas-- the very angry voice of Legolas, more specifically.
Myu tried to remember for a moment what she was doing and why Legolas was here, but failed miserably. "Where'd you come from?" she asked finally.
With a look of utter contempt on his face, Legolas asked back. "Exactly how much did you drink?"
Myu couldn't remember. "Well, there was the one bottle I brought Elladan... then another bottle left out in the kitchen, then one in the pantry..."
"Bottle..." In his lengthy pause, Legolas began to sincerely wonder if it was such a good idea coming after her in this state. "Bottle... not glass?"
"No, the bottles were all glass," Myu said in misunderstanding, yet still affirming the elf's question.
After another long pause, much contemplation, then a contemptous shake of the head, Legolas said; "Stealing wine, expecially that from the royal household is a punishable crime..."
Myu hiccuped.
"And then verbal offense. I cannot allow you to roam the streets after such violent behavior. Come." Given her currently muddled state, Legolas figured that the best way to get her back to Elrond was to just demand it with authority. It wasn't that he really was interested in Rivendell's safety with her amuk, it was just the perfect opertunity to get her into truouble and see some sort of retrobution for the nasty words she threw at him a while back. "Come now, get up. I am going to escort you back."
"Am I going home?" asked Myu in confusion, with a somehow sad tone backdropping her slurred voice, "I want to go home. I don't like it here...." She added in a quieter tone: "No body likes me here either."
Legolas pretended he did not hear it. And waited until she gathered the resolve to get up off the ground. He did not understand how she could tolerate lying on a bunch of chestnut burrs. With languid, yet obviously irritated motions she tried to gather herself up on her haunches, but found that her foot was caught under a tree root, and twisted quite painfully. She indeed must have been thoroughly intoxicated not to have felt that. In natural response, Legolas winced, then decided to shove aside his ill fellings for the moment and step forward to help, warning; "Your ankle is caught. Do not move, or you are going to break--" With a violent jerk, Myu yanked the caught limb free with a sickening pop of joints being dislocated. And Legolas witnessed as she in almost casual reaction, popped the ankle back into place and wiggled it as though she suffered barely a minor cramp. "--it..."
The elf stood, without even a notion of how he could react to that besides continuing to stand there, or leaving the scene entirely. He continued standing, and eventually, Myu found her footing and stood with some sucess. She came to him and looked into his wide, blue eyes. "Did I ever tell you how cute you were?"
Legolas blinked, and his pink lips parted ever so slightly to speak, but he said nothing. His blank expression fell to a glare and he turned from her, toward the direction of Elrond's house. "If you can manage to walk without... twisting your ankle again," he said, trying to put it lightly to avoid unpleasant flashback, "Then let us go now. I have not all night to waste on you."
He began to walk, hoping that she would follow his example, and she did. But it was not to follow him, it was to keep him from leaving. A small, yet surprisingly-firm hand nabbed him by the wrist, and brought him to a halt.
"Where do you think you're going, beautiful?"
In utter exasperation, the elf turned to meet the silly, impish grin that was being flashed at him. "Wherever I please," he answered tartly, "And you shall return to the house of Elrond. No more foolery." He yanked his wrist back, but the hand did not some off. Somehow feeling a little less certain, Legolas regarded her firmly and tried to yank it again but the hand that gripped him was like steel. He tried again, refusing to loose confidence. "Unhand me. I grow tired of your jests."
"Who's jesting?" Myu drew a little closer, then asked; "You wanted to have fun tonight, didn't you?"
"Aye, but I am affraid you have ruined my chance for 'fun'," the elf spat, trying again to yank himself free.
"I think I want to have fun to," Myu crowed drowsily, ignoring his bitterness.
"I generally do not strike women, but if you do not release me, I may be tempted to do so," Legolas bit back with a shudder of disgust. He was beginning to regret he ever came after her. Who would have thought she would be asking him to bed her? She was brazen beyond what he could tolerate.
"You want this, don't you? That's why you came after me..." she slurred.
"That is absolutely absurd!" the elf exclaimed almost an octave higher, "This is the last time I am going to tell you to release me!"
Myu finally released his wrist, but in exchange, slid around behind him and grasped him about the belt. The elf's struggle to keep his footing was a bitter one. In the end, she was just too strong, and a moment later, he was on his back upon the leafy ground, followed closely by Myu pouncing on top of him. She pinned his arms over his head with a shin as she slid his belt off his waist and used it to bind them together and tie them to a tree root like the one she tripped over. No amount of threashing or yanking could free him, and when she finally managed to secure the bonds, a sudden fear gripped his stomach. With a grip like steel, she oved down his body and held his violently squirming body imoble. She was just to strong to fight. She was stronger than him! And she could do whatever she wanted to him! That is when the realization crashed over him; he was about to be molested by a woman!
A million thoughts flooded Legolas' mind as Myu pressed the full length of her body against him and looked into his face longingly, though sheer horror was written all over it. What was he supposed to do? Call for help? No, that was absolutely out of the question. What would Elronds people think to find him there begging for them to save him from a drunken firiel. The indignity of this was already more than he could bear, much less so knowing that other people had seen him like this. He had no weapons with him, end even if he did, they would do him no good with his hands bound. Perhaps he could reason with her. "Myu! This is absurd. Behave yourself and untie me this instant!"
Still stroking his hair, she shifted so that her thigh rubbed against a very sensitive spot, causing the elf to yelp and begin squirming anew. "You're making me so hot, beautiful."
No, he was definitely going to be more than moleted. "This is insane!" the elf cried, but was muffled by a forceful kiss. She tasted heavily of wine (that part Legolas liked actually).
"Just relax..." She panted, undoing the toggles of his tunic. Then with a sly grin on her face, she finished her task under the eyes of one very alarmed elf, and reached for the waist band of his breeches. Legolas choked out a surprised wince as she undid the tie and stuck her hand down--
CENSORED: The following segment has been censored by People for the Ethical Treatment of Elves (PETE) in violation of code 147 which prohibits Mary Sues from engaging in acts of questionable ethics with members of the Eldar. PETE would like to remind you that Elves are considered an endangered species in Middle Earth and assures you that no Elves have been harmed during the typing of this fic. Have a nice day.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Erestor, half asleep at his desk, stirred at a soft knock on the door. "Come in," he croaked.
"You sound like a human," Elladan observed playfully, "You have been up all night then?"
Erestor nodded, then turned half closed eyes to the paperwork, which Elladan had no doubt that they must concern petitions to or from the families of the five warriors who were slain just yesternight. "The sun is just now beginning to rise and I must make haste to set out on patrol. Last night's rain would have washed away any tracks, so it is imperative that we leave as soon as possible before the orc-band strays from the site." Erestor nodded, so Elladan continued, "I have been searching for Myu, yet cannot find her anywhere, and I fear she may have taken.... something I said the wrong way. If you may be so kind as to deliver this message and read it to her, I would be in your debt. I trust you with the information it contains."
Erestor groggily took the crisp, neatly-folded envelope from Elladan's hand. On the front were graceful elven characters that spelled out Kaneko Myu's name, and on the back, his personal wax seal. "I will do that," pledged Elrond's chief advisor. And as silent as a gust of wind, Elladan bowed and departed, shutting the door behind him. Erestor ran a slender finger over the wax, remembering the younger elf's word's when he said he was to read her the message. He found no harm in reviewing the letter's contents ahead of time and siced open the seal with a letter-opener.
"My dearest Kaneko Myu,
I regret that I had to leave you, and in retrospect, I should have told you of the importance of this mission. Please forgive me and know that I still care for you and wish you for my own. I have never seen a female of any race of middle earth so beautiful and unique as you, and your skill as a warrior is unparalleled. That, too, earns my deepest respect. I will be gone for a week and when I return, I hope to deepen the love we have for one another.
Thinking of you,
Elladan Peredhil"
Erestor's eyes opened wide. Surely Elladan was not thinking of a serious relationship with this highly unusual female creature that fell out of the sky. He battled for a moment with conscience as to whether he should show Lord Elrond the letter, but decided he hadbest not. Elladan's father would find out in due time.
Folding the letter neatly and pressing the wax together with his thumb, he slipped the paper back into its envelope and shut it away in a desk drawer. He would wait mid-morning when he was sure the letter's recipient was awake, and deliver the message to her formally and justly.
A/N: Thanks to the two who have offered to beta. I will send each a half of the next chapter to avoid giving either too much work (as I will be trying to make the next chapter longer than this one). It will be really helpful. Thanks. And again, sorry the last update took so long. I was in a lot of trouble at the end of this semester with four advanced Japanese classes and was pressed to get so much read and translated in so little time. Again, it couldn't be helped. I didn't have a chance to post this chapter before I left, but now that I'm home, I have internet access IN MY ROOM, which is something I've sorely missed, so updating shouldn't be a problem. Thanks to those who have stuck with me even after all this happened, especially kaio, Morima, CSI, Joy4eva and Naomi who reviewed last chapter.
****
A lean figure slipped through the dark with phantom-like silence, then paused, crouching among the underbrush in absolute stillness, melding flawlessly into the forest as if he was just another rock or bush. Several seconds had elapsed when the figure finally crept forward.
Myu recognized the blonde hair and lifted her head a little from where she had been laying since she tripped over a surfaced tree-root and fell face first on a big pile of prickly nuts. She was a bit too out of it to notice that it was suposed to hurt, but it was better than the ordeal of trying to stand up.
The figure stalked a few slow, uncertain steps away from her, then paused, then veered to the left a few paces. For a brief moment, Myu's woozy alcohol-oriented mind considered calling out a big "Wassaaaaap!" to the blond figure, but when Myu realized that he had completely overlooked her, she held her breath and kept quiet, thinking she'd just let him pass so she could get some sleep. Unfortunately, just then a hiccup surfaced.
Veteran hunter-instincts homed-in on instant and the figure spun in a whirl of blonde hair and stepped toward the sorce. "Myu." It was the voice of Legolas-- the very angry voice of Legolas, more specifically.
Myu tried to remember for a moment what she was doing and why Legolas was here, but failed miserably. "Where'd you come from?" she asked finally.
With a look of utter contempt on his face, Legolas asked back. "Exactly how much did you drink?"
Myu couldn't remember. "Well, there was the one bottle I brought Elladan... then another bottle left out in the kitchen, then one in the pantry..."
"Bottle..." In his lengthy pause, Legolas began to sincerely wonder if it was such a good idea coming after her in this state. "Bottle... not glass?"
"No, the bottles were all glass," Myu said in misunderstanding, yet still affirming the elf's question.
After another long pause, much contemplation, then a contemptous shake of the head, Legolas said; "Stealing wine, expecially that from the royal household is a punishable crime..."
Myu hiccuped.
"And then verbal offense. I cannot allow you to roam the streets after such violent behavior. Come." Given her currently muddled state, Legolas figured that the best way to get her back to Elrond was to just demand it with authority. It wasn't that he really was interested in Rivendell's safety with her amuk, it was just the perfect opertunity to get her into truouble and see some sort of retrobution for the nasty words she threw at him a while back. "Come now, get up. I am going to escort you back."
"Am I going home?" asked Myu in confusion, with a somehow sad tone backdropping her slurred voice, "I want to go home. I don't like it here...." She added in a quieter tone: "No body likes me here either."
Legolas pretended he did not hear it. And waited until she gathered the resolve to get up off the ground. He did not understand how she could tolerate lying on a bunch of chestnut burrs. With languid, yet obviously irritated motions she tried to gather herself up on her haunches, but found that her foot was caught under a tree root, and twisted quite painfully. She indeed must have been thoroughly intoxicated not to have felt that. In natural response, Legolas winced, then decided to shove aside his ill fellings for the moment and step forward to help, warning; "Your ankle is caught. Do not move, or you are going to break--" With a violent jerk, Myu yanked the caught limb free with a sickening pop of joints being dislocated. And Legolas witnessed as she in almost casual reaction, popped the ankle back into place and wiggled it as though she suffered barely a minor cramp. "--it..."
The elf stood, without even a notion of how he could react to that besides continuing to stand there, or leaving the scene entirely. He continued standing, and eventually, Myu found her footing and stood with some sucess. She came to him and looked into his wide, blue eyes. "Did I ever tell you how cute you were?"
Legolas blinked, and his pink lips parted ever so slightly to speak, but he said nothing. His blank expression fell to a glare and he turned from her, toward the direction of Elrond's house. "If you can manage to walk without... twisting your ankle again," he said, trying to put it lightly to avoid unpleasant flashback, "Then let us go now. I have not all night to waste on you."
He began to walk, hoping that she would follow his example, and she did. But it was not to follow him, it was to keep him from leaving. A small, yet surprisingly-firm hand nabbed him by the wrist, and brought him to a halt.
"Where do you think you're going, beautiful?"
In utter exasperation, the elf turned to meet the silly, impish grin that was being flashed at him. "Wherever I please," he answered tartly, "And you shall return to the house of Elrond. No more foolery." He yanked his wrist back, but the hand did not some off. Somehow feeling a little less certain, Legolas regarded her firmly and tried to yank it again but the hand that gripped him was like steel. He tried again, refusing to loose confidence. "Unhand me. I grow tired of your jests."
"Who's jesting?" Myu drew a little closer, then asked; "You wanted to have fun tonight, didn't you?"
"Aye, but I am affraid you have ruined my chance for 'fun'," the elf spat, trying again to yank himself free.
"I think I want to have fun to," Myu crowed drowsily, ignoring his bitterness.
"I generally do not strike women, but if you do not release me, I may be tempted to do so," Legolas bit back with a shudder of disgust. He was beginning to regret he ever came after her. Who would have thought she would be asking him to bed her? She was brazen beyond what he could tolerate.
"You want this, don't you? That's why you came after me..." she slurred.
"That is absolutely absurd!" the elf exclaimed almost an octave higher, "This is the last time I am going to tell you to release me!"
Myu finally released his wrist, but in exchange, slid around behind him and grasped him about the belt. The elf's struggle to keep his footing was a bitter one. In the end, she was just too strong, and a moment later, he was on his back upon the leafy ground, followed closely by Myu pouncing on top of him. She pinned his arms over his head with a shin as she slid his belt off his waist and used it to bind them together and tie them to a tree root like the one she tripped over. No amount of threashing or yanking could free him, and when she finally managed to secure the bonds, a sudden fear gripped his stomach. With a grip like steel, she oved down his body and held his violently squirming body imoble. She was just to strong to fight. She was stronger than him! And she could do whatever she wanted to him! That is when the realization crashed over him; he was about to be molested by a woman!
A million thoughts flooded Legolas' mind as Myu pressed the full length of her body against him and looked into his face longingly, though sheer horror was written all over it. What was he supposed to do? Call for help? No, that was absolutely out of the question. What would Elronds people think to find him there begging for them to save him from a drunken firiel. The indignity of this was already more than he could bear, much less so knowing that other people had seen him like this. He had no weapons with him, end even if he did, they would do him no good with his hands bound. Perhaps he could reason with her. "Myu! This is absurd. Behave yourself and untie me this instant!"
Still stroking his hair, she shifted so that her thigh rubbed against a very sensitive spot, causing the elf to yelp and begin squirming anew. "You're making me so hot, beautiful."
No, he was definitely going to be more than moleted. "This is insane!" the elf cried, but was muffled by a forceful kiss. She tasted heavily of wine (that part Legolas liked actually).
"Just relax..." She panted, undoing the toggles of his tunic. Then with a sly grin on her face, she finished her task under the eyes of one very alarmed elf, and reached for the waist band of his breeches. Legolas choked out a surprised wince as she undid the tie and stuck her hand down--
CENSORED: The following segment has been censored by People for the Ethical Treatment of Elves (PETE) in violation of code 147 which prohibits Mary Sues from engaging in acts of questionable ethics with members of the Eldar. PETE would like to remind you that Elves are considered an endangered species in Middle Earth and assures you that no Elves have been harmed during the typing of this fic. Have a nice day.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Erestor, half asleep at his desk, stirred at a soft knock on the door. "Come in," he croaked.
"You sound like a human," Elladan observed playfully, "You have been up all night then?"
Erestor nodded, then turned half closed eyes to the paperwork, which Elladan had no doubt that they must concern petitions to or from the families of the five warriors who were slain just yesternight. "The sun is just now beginning to rise and I must make haste to set out on patrol. Last night's rain would have washed away any tracks, so it is imperative that we leave as soon as possible before the orc-band strays from the site." Erestor nodded, so Elladan continued, "I have been searching for Myu, yet cannot find her anywhere, and I fear she may have taken.... something I said the wrong way. If you may be so kind as to deliver this message and read it to her, I would be in your debt. I trust you with the information it contains."
Erestor groggily took the crisp, neatly-folded envelope from Elladan's hand. On the front were graceful elven characters that spelled out Kaneko Myu's name, and on the back, his personal wax seal. "I will do that," pledged Elrond's chief advisor. And as silent as a gust of wind, Elladan bowed and departed, shutting the door behind him. Erestor ran a slender finger over the wax, remembering the younger elf's word's when he said he was to read her the message. He found no harm in reviewing the letter's contents ahead of time and siced open the seal with a letter-opener.
"My dearest Kaneko Myu,
I regret that I had to leave you, and in retrospect, I should have told you of the importance of this mission. Please forgive me and know that I still care for you and wish you for my own. I have never seen a female of any race of middle earth so beautiful and unique as you, and your skill as a warrior is unparalleled. That, too, earns my deepest respect. I will be gone for a week and when I return, I hope to deepen the love we have for one another.
Thinking of you,
Elladan Peredhil"
Erestor's eyes opened wide. Surely Elladan was not thinking of a serious relationship with this highly unusual female creature that fell out of the sky. He battled for a moment with conscience as to whether he should show Lord Elrond the letter, but decided he hadbest not. Elladan's father would find out in due time.
Folding the letter neatly and pressing the wax together with his thumb, he slipped the paper back into its envelope and shut it away in a desk drawer. He would wait mid-morning when he was sure the letter's recipient was awake, and deliver the message to her formally and justly.