"Mmmmm....." Legolas murmured as he lay beside her on the floor. Sometime in the middle of their little romp, they had taken quite a fall onto the floor. Legolas's right side was a bit sore from the tumble, but it was defiantly worth it. The Haradrim had her arm flung inelegantly over her forehead, her other arm flung out to the side.

Legolas couldn't resist reaching over and running his fingers through the long furies in the crook of her arm, then down her body to the shorter, courser hairs on her legs. He had been utterly fascinated by the sensation. At first it had bothered him, to the point of genuine annoyance, but when those rough hairs rubbed against his...ahem.

She rolled over and wrapped her arm tightly around his waist. "Don't you want to be gone before morning?" That was certainly not what he had expected to hear. 'Wow, that was amazing!' or 'You were incredible!' would have been fine.

"You wish me to leave?" He asked. He wanted to stay here, just for a while. Perhaps sleep a bit—

"You can stay if you like, but I am sure your friends will come looking for you again." She paused before adding, "I don't think I will be able to hide you forever."

"I will return to them, 'ere dawn. Let's just rest here for a while..." His voice drifted off as sleep overcame him. Happy and contented, the world began to fade into the land of blissful, hairy-leg-filled dreams.

When he awoke again, he could see the first few flecks of sun across the horizon through the thinly veiled window. Morgoth! Could it possibly get worse! Legolas thought, but his mind was soon changed when he felt thick ropes tied around his body. He was still lying on the cot, face down, his legs tied up and bound so that they were bent backwards at the knees and his bottom sat high in the air; which was, he thought, a VERY undignified pose. An uncomfortable cramp was beginning in his lower back, and he was about to call for help when a hand was clamped over his mouth.

He felt the tickle of breath in his ear as the Haradrim spoke, "Shh...do not worry, no harm will come to you." Her voice brought him no comfort and he struggled against the bonds, his words of protest muffled in her palm. For Eru's sake, what was she up to now?! he thought, ceasing his useless struggling. And why in Arda he had let his guard down! Mussing silently while she moved off of him to shuffle about the room, It was the hair..." he decided at last. Yep, defiantly. She had distracted him with that delightful sensation. Curse her, and curse all women with hairy legs!

Blessedly, he was flipped over and his legs were unbound so that he could stretch them out, though they were still locked together. He ignored the still very cramped state of his appendages, focusing instead on the smirking face of the she-warrior. For the first time, he was truly enraged with her behavior, and she must have seen this in his steely gaze because her own faltered and she looked down at the ground, as if in shame. "Release me." He commanded softly. "You have had your fun." For a moment he could have sworn she looked offended.

"That had nothing to do with it, Legolas." She said softly, still staring at the floor. He had the irrepressible urge to spit at her feet, but that would be very unbecoming of the son of Thranduil. Of course...even at this moment, he could think of nothing more important than his father's etiquette lessons.

"You will not address me by that name." He said, his voice hard and cold. But this did not seem to bode well with her, for she shot him a look that would have frightened him, if he were not already so angry.

"You will be silent, you have no power as it stands." She reached over to the cot for a strip of cloth and walked over calmly. He stiffened as she placed the cloth in his mouth and firmly tied it behind his head. He did not struggle, knowing it would be useless. One she was satisfied it would keep him quiet, she sat down beside him with her hip against his shoulder. She reached up to touch the side of his face but he jerked away, refusing to even look at her.

"Legolas, you must understand. I mean no harm to come to you." She paused for a moment, a far away look on her face. "I only wish to return home..." Well then, bloody Halls of Mandos, why was she here in the first place?! He thought, gritting his teeth as much as he could with the cloth stuffed uncomfortably between his lips.

"I know what you are thinking.." She continued softly, "And I come by my own will. My brother was very ill...and the king commanded that everyone send all the able bodied men from their families to serve Mordor...None of us wished to go, but my brother would not have lasted even minutes in battle. So I went in his stead, taking on his name. But now that all my people are destroyed, I only wish to return to my family...those that are left." Her voice was sad and lonely, making Legolas forget his anger. She was not the enemy, she was just a brave young woman, fighting for what she believed to be right... But she still had him bloody well in chains! He pushed his tongue against the gag in his mouth, trying in a vain attempt to push it from his lips. "I will remove it for a moment." She said and untied it.

He closed his lips and tried to coax enough saliva into his mouth so that his tongue would work properly. "You fight for Mordor, they will not let you leave this ship alive, woman or no." As he spoke, she had gotten up and lifted up a rug on the opposite side of the room. An rounded, iron handle could be seen. She fingered it lightly, before turning back towards him.

"I know this, which is why I have you bound as you are." His forehead furrowed in incomprehension. "I have spent most of my life in the shadows, I know the ways of stealth. Even a ranger of the north could not detect me...but an elf could." By this time she had reached him and grabbed him behind the arms, hauling him off the bed. His bottom banged against the floor and he grimaced, but she just continued to drag him along.

"There are other elves on this ship, Haradrim. My capture alone will not help you." He was a little afraid now, he had no idea what she would do with him.

"This also I know," She said as she reached down and grasped the latch. "But it seems all elves have a fascination with body hair." And with that, she pulled hard and the wooden planks rose to reveal two slender, dark haired elves, also bound and looking quite miserable.

Legolas was lowered into the hatch carefully and when his bottom was safely seated on the floor of the compartment, the other elves looked up at him sheepishly. It took only a moment for Legolas to recover from his shock before falling sideways, loud shouts of laughter pouring from his lips.

"We only wanted a peek." One grumbled, looking more than a little ashamed.

The other then spoke up, his voice annoyed. "Shut up, Elrohir."

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