LOL, I must admit, I had FUN with Leggy in this chapter!! *smiles and blushes.* Don't hurt me! Oh, and feel free to hurt Cerinas, but don't kill her, I need her yet. I'm glad everyone is enjoying this, and sorry about the cliffies. Glad I'm getting posts out for you guys, I live to keep you happy. *Well, actually, I live for Legolas, but your guys are a key factor too! ;)* NEXT CHAP! Everyone ready? Hold on!
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Revenhal looked to Legolas, and his smile abruptly became a frown. "Dearest, you know I would give you all of middle-earth, had I the power." He paused. "However, I do not think you would be too happy with this present. The elf you are pointing to is Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood, and a stuck up, rebellious little elf at that. He has not been properly broken into a servant's life yet." He explained.
Cerinas crossed her arms and pouted. "I don't care." She said, and eyed the bare-chested elf again, her eyes dark. "I want him!"
Now it was Revenhal's turn to frown. "I know exactly why you want him, Ceri, and that is why I am hesitant to give him to you." He said. Cerinas gave him her best innocent look, but he didn't fall for it. "You know that you are my only daughter, and must someday marry a man I will choose for you, from another realm, in order to create alliances. You must be a virgin for your husband. You know that." He said.
"Of course I know that, father!" Cerinas cried, trying her best to look hurt.
Revenhal raised an eyebrow at her. "I will give him to you if you promise to me that he will remain nothing more than a pet." He said.
Cerinas nodded eagerly. "Yes, father, I promise." She said, not even thinking twice.
Revenhal gave a sigh. He had to admit, he had hoped that she would not promise. He slowly nodded. "All right, after lunch I will have him prepared and delivered to you."
Cerinas gave a gleeful grin, and went back to eating her food, watching the elf out of the corner of her eye.
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Legolas strode into the kitchen, setting down the tray he was carrying and carefully placing the dishes he carried in a basin of hot water, grabbing a rag to clean them. As he scrubbed, his eyes took on a far away look, and he once more found himself thinking of his home and life before he had been captured. He gently dipped the plate in his hand in another basin to rinse it and dried it off before setting it with the other dishes to be put away by another servant, and starting again.
Rough hands pulled him from his reverie as they yanked him away from the water, causing him to drop the wine glass he held in his hands, which shattered into a thousand pieces on the floor. Legolas barely noticed, even though it was precariously close to his bare feet, instead looking up to Miral and Finlash, who were once again holding his arms. He felt like sighing. He had done everything they had told him to, what could they possibly want?
Finlash grinned at him, but said nothing as they led him out of the kitchen, out of the dining room, and into the street. Legolas frowned as he looked around in the bright sunlight. They removed his leggings, despite his protests, since they would not tell him what they were doing, and tied him to a pole. Legolas pulled valiantly. "Gwaur echil yrch-melethril!!!" *Dirty human orc-lovers!!!* He cursed in his own tongue as they laughed at him. "What are you going to do?" He cried, struggling to follow their movements as they stepped away.
The Tur men quickly returned, buckets in hand. They smirked at him, and dumped the water over his head. Legolas spluttered, and shook his head, trying to get the water out of his eyes, only to be met by more water. The deluge continued, and fingers were in his hair, on his body, un-gently scrubbing the dirt from his body. Finally, it stopped, and Legolas was untied, and he quickly brushed the hair out of his eyes to glare at his captors as fiercely as he could while looking like a drowned animal.
They only laughed more and dragged him into another building. Legolas barely noticed his surrounding as they rubbed him dry quickly, and then shoved him into another room.
Legolas heard the door slam behind him, and looked around quickly. The lock slid into place, and footsteps started away. The room was bare except for a small chair, and a dresser of some sort. There was no window, merely a few lit candles in the far corner. Legolas barely had time to contemplate why he was here, however, before the door was unlocked and opened.
The elf whirled, ready to strike whoever entered. A frail woman cried out and cowered behind her raised forearms, and Legolas abruptly dropped his hands, acutely aware of his nudity. The woman saw that he was not going to hit her, and stepped in wordlessly. Someone Legolas could not see shut the door behind her.
"I…" The woman began in a weak, soft, scared voice, and trailed off. She visibly swallowed and started again. "I have been told to make you presentable for Mistress Cerinas." Her eyes stayed on the floor.
Legolas squirmed slightly, but there was nowhere to go and nothing to cover himself with. "Who?" He asked, confused.
"Lord Revenhal's daughter." The woman continued, fidgeting, obviously very nervous.
Legolas sighed, but knew there was nothing he could do about his fate, and this woman had no say in it either. "I'm not going to hurt you, and I will cooperate." He said softly, and the woman slowly glanced up, and a hesitant smile graced her pale face from beneath her dark brown hair. Her eyes were light brown with green streaks, and they twinkled when he smiled back.
"If you could sit down over there?" She asked, gesturing to the seat, and Legolas did so, nervously setting his hands on his lap. The woman noticed this and laughed slightly. "Perhaps you would like to dress first?" She asked, and Legolas nodded eagerly.
The woman began rummaging through the dresser drawers, and Legolas could see brief flashes of gaudy, bright fabric. She looked at him, then back down to the drawer, and finally drew out a pair of leggings made of some soft, light blue, semi-see through material. Legolas frowned at them. The woman noticed this. "I know, they cover almost nothing. However, it's at least something, right?" She asked, and Legolas shrugged as she handed it to him and turned around. As he pulled on the leggings, she spoke softly. "My name is Tirasani, but everyone calls me Sani. What's yours?"
Legolas finished pulling the leggings up, and turned back to face her, tapping her to signify he was done. "Legolas. Legolas Greenleaf." There was no need to hid his identity anymore.
Sani smiled, and looked him up and down. She opened another drawer and drew out a red cord belt, tying it around his waist. "Nice to meet you." She said, and rummaged through the drawer again. Legolas barely paid attention. "Oh! You're that elf that came in with a younger sister, aren't you?" She suddenly asked, turning with a brush in her hand.
Legolas nodded. "Her name is Luminal." He said softly as she gestured that he should sit again. "She the youngest in my family." He continued as she began brushing his hair gently, letting it run through her fingers and begin to dry.
"Have you any other brothers or sisters?" Sani asked.
"One. An older brother." Legolas said, holding still for her.
Sani nodded and set down the brush, reaching into the drawer and withdrawing a small case, which she opened and rifled through. She turned back to him, holding a small object Legolas couldn't make out and a fine brush that Legolas knew was sometimes used for makeup. "Lean back." She instructed him, and Legolas slowly obeyed. She looked over him, and back at what she was holding, then dipped her brush in and began applying something to his nipples. Legolas stiffened and pulled away. "What are you doing?!" He demanded.
Sani frowned, pulling back. "I…I'm just highlighting you features!" She said.
"My FEATURES?" Legolas demanded, recoiling more.
Sani looked worried. "You don't know, do you?" She asked. Legolas merely looked confused. She sighed. "Cerinas is 19. She wants you for a personal slave, and I am afraid you are going to be treated as nothing more than what your outward appearances show, for that is all she cares about." She said.
Legolas stood, enraged. "I won't! I am not a doll to be made pretty for a spoiled child!" He declared.
Sani sighed again. "Please, Legolas, think of your sister." She said. "Cerinas is quite nasty when she is angry." She admitted quietly.
Legolas froze, and stood still for a moment, before dropping back into the seat in defeat and allowing her to continue. Sani finished what she had been doing, just adding a little bit of color, before pulling our a vial full of gold colored dust. She gently spread it all over him, in his hair, on his face, his back, his chest, everywhere.
She moved on to his face, applying a bit of dark eyeliner around his eyelashes, and a tiny bit of green on his top eyelids. She gave him a little bit of rouge, and added some color to his lips before gently brushing his hair, which was now dry, away from his face. She stepped back. "Done." She said, and Legolas took the mirror she gave him.
Looking in, he though he would die. He wouldn't want his ADA to see him like this, much less strange people he loathed! He looked like some whore from a degenerate human town. (And that made sense, he though, since that was where he was!) An expensive whore, he admitted, but a whore nonetheless. Angrily, he threw the mirror away from him and collapsed in the chair, putting his face in his hands.
Sani felt immediate pity for him, and knelt in front of him. "Hey, hey, it's not so bad!" She said, drawing his chin up and smiling. "Cerinas just wants you to look at and pet, that's all she can do. She'll dote on you, but she'll feed you well, and you won't have to do hardly anything except serve her at mealtimes and bring her whatever she asks." She seemed to think a moment. "And besides, if you please her well enough, maybe she will bring your sister to your room and allow you to care for her if you ask!" She declared, and looked deep into his eyes. "Come on. It's not that bad, you'll survive, I promise!" She said with a sad smile.
Legolas numbly nodded, standing and following her as she led him to the door and knocked on it, waiting for it to be opened. "He's ready for Mistress Cerinas."
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Well? Did I paint a good picture of what our Leggy now looks like? Are you guys going to mob me? Let me know! :D
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Revenhal looked to Legolas, and his smile abruptly became a frown. "Dearest, you know I would give you all of middle-earth, had I the power." He paused. "However, I do not think you would be too happy with this present. The elf you are pointing to is Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood, and a stuck up, rebellious little elf at that. He has not been properly broken into a servant's life yet." He explained.
Cerinas crossed her arms and pouted. "I don't care." She said, and eyed the bare-chested elf again, her eyes dark. "I want him!"
Now it was Revenhal's turn to frown. "I know exactly why you want him, Ceri, and that is why I am hesitant to give him to you." He said. Cerinas gave him her best innocent look, but he didn't fall for it. "You know that you are my only daughter, and must someday marry a man I will choose for you, from another realm, in order to create alliances. You must be a virgin for your husband. You know that." He said.
"Of course I know that, father!" Cerinas cried, trying her best to look hurt.
Revenhal raised an eyebrow at her. "I will give him to you if you promise to me that he will remain nothing more than a pet." He said.
Cerinas nodded eagerly. "Yes, father, I promise." She said, not even thinking twice.
Revenhal gave a sigh. He had to admit, he had hoped that she would not promise. He slowly nodded. "All right, after lunch I will have him prepared and delivered to you."
Cerinas gave a gleeful grin, and went back to eating her food, watching the elf out of the corner of her eye.
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Legolas strode into the kitchen, setting down the tray he was carrying and carefully placing the dishes he carried in a basin of hot water, grabbing a rag to clean them. As he scrubbed, his eyes took on a far away look, and he once more found himself thinking of his home and life before he had been captured. He gently dipped the plate in his hand in another basin to rinse it and dried it off before setting it with the other dishes to be put away by another servant, and starting again.
Rough hands pulled him from his reverie as they yanked him away from the water, causing him to drop the wine glass he held in his hands, which shattered into a thousand pieces on the floor. Legolas barely noticed, even though it was precariously close to his bare feet, instead looking up to Miral and Finlash, who were once again holding his arms. He felt like sighing. He had done everything they had told him to, what could they possibly want?
Finlash grinned at him, but said nothing as they led him out of the kitchen, out of the dining room, and into the street. Legolas frowned as he looked around in the bright sunlight. They removed his leggings, despite his protests, since they would not tell him what they were doing, and tied him to a pole. Legolas pulled valiantly. "Gwaur echil yrch-melethril!!!" *Dirty human orc-lovers!!!* He cursed in his own tongue as they laughed at him. "What are you going to do?" He cried, struggling to follow their movements as they stepped away.
The Tur men quickly returned, buckets in hand. They smirked at him, and dumped the water over his head. Legolas spluttered, and shook his head, trying to get the water out of his eyes, only to be met by more water. The deluge continued, and fingers were in his hair, on his body, un-gently scrubbing the dirt from his body. Finally, it stopped, and Legolas was untied, and he quickly brushed the hair out of his eyes to glare at his captors as fiercely as he could while looking like a drowned animal.
They only laughed more and dragged him into another building. Legolas barely noticed his surrounding as they rubbed him dry quickly, and then shoved him into another room.
Legolas heard the door slam behind him, and looked around quickly. The lock slid into place, and footsteps started away. The room was bare except for a small chair, and a dresser of some sort. There was no window, merely a few lit candles in the far corner. Legolas barely had time to contemplate why he was here, however, before the door was unlocked and opened.
The elf whirled, ready to strike whoever entered. A frail woman cried out and cowered behind her raised forearms, and Legolas abruptly dropped his hands, acutely aware of his nudity. The woman saw that he was not going to hit her, and stepped in wordlessly. Someone Legolas could not see shut the door behind her.
"I…" The woman began in a weak, soft, scared voice, and trailed off. She visibly swallowed and started again. "I have been told to make you presentable for Mistress Cerinas." Her eyes stayed on the floor.
Legolas squirmed slightly, but there was nowhere to go and nothing to cover himself with. "Who?" He asked, confused.
"Lord Revenhal's daughter." The woman continued, fidgeting, obviously very nervous.
Legolas sighed, but knew there was nothing he could do about his fate, and this woman had no say in it either. "I'm not going to hurt you, and I will cooperate." He said softly, and the woman slowly glanced up, and a hesitant smile graced her pale face from beneath her dark brown hair. Her eyes were light brown with green streaks, and they twinkled when he smiled back.
"If you could sit down over there?" She asked, gesturing to the seat, and Legolas did so, nervously setting his hands on his lap. The woman noticed this and laughed slightly. "Perhaps you would like to dress first?" She asked, and Legolas nodded eagerly.
The woman began rummaging through the dresser drawers, and Legolas could see brief flashes of gaudy, bright fabric. She looked at him, then back down to the drawer, and finally drew out a pair of leggings made of some soft, light blue, semi-see through material. Legolas frowned at them. The woman noticed this. "I know, they cover almost nothing. However, it's at least something, right?" She asked, and Legolas shrugged as she handed it to him and turned around. As he pulled on the leggings, she spoke softly. "My name is Tirasani, but everyone calls me Sani. What's yours?"
Legolas finished pulling the leggings up, and turned back to face her, tapping her to signify he was done. "Legolas. Legolas Greenleaf." There was no need to hid his identity anymore.
Sani smiled, and looked him up and down. She opened another drawer and drew out a red cord belt, tying it around his waist. "Nice to meet you." She said, and rummaged through the drawer again. Legolas barely paid attention. "Oh! You're that elf that came in with a younger sister, aren't you?" She suddenly asked, turning with a brush in her hand.
Legolas nodded. "Her name is Luminal." He said softly as she gestured that he should sit again. "She the youngest in my family." He continued as she began brushing his hair gently, letting it run through her fingers and begin to dry.
"Have you any other brothers or sisters?" Sani asked.
"One. An older brother." Legolas said, holding still for her.
Sani nodded and set down the brush, reaching into the drawer and withdrawing a small case, which she opened and rifled through. She turned back to him, holding a small object Legolas couldn't make out and a fine brush that Legolas knew was sometimes used for makeup. "Lean back." She instructed him, and Legolas slowly obeyed. She looked over him, and back at what she was holding, then dipped her brush in and began applying something to his nipples. Legolas stiffened and pulled away. "What are you doing?!" He demanded.
Sani frowned, pulling back. "I…I'm just highlighting you features!" She said.
"My FEATURES?" Legolas demanded, recoiling more.
Sani looked worried. "You don't know, do you?" She asked. Legolas merely looked confused. She sighed. "Cerinas is 19. She wants you for a personal slave, and I am afraid you are going to be treated as nothing more than what your outward appearances show, for that is all she cares about." She said.
Legolas stood, enraged. "I won't! I am not a doll to be made pretty for a spoiled child!" He declared.
Sani sighed again. "Please, Legolas, think of your sister." She said. "Cerinas is quite nasty when she is angry." She admitted quietly.
Legolas froze, and stood still for a moment, before dropping back into the seat in defeat and allowing her to continue. Sani finished what she had been doing, just adding a little bit of color, before pulling our a vial full of gold colored dust. She gently spread it all over him, in his hair, on his face, his back, his chest, everywhere.
She moved on to his face, applying a bit of dark eyeliner around his eyelashes, and a tiny bit of green on his top eyelids. She gave him a little bit of rouge, and added some color to his lips before gently brushing his hair, which was now dry, away from his face. She stepped back. "Done." She said, and Legolas took the mirror she gave him.
Looking in, he though he would die. He wouldn't want his ADA to see him like this, much less strange people he loathed! He looked like some whore from a degenerate human town. (And that made sense, he though, since that was where he was!) An expensive whore, he admitted, but a whore nonetheless. Angrily, he threw the mirror away from him and collapsed in the chair, putting his face in his hands.
Sani felt immediate pity for him, and knelt in front of him. "Hey, hey, it's not so bad!" She said, drawing his chin up and smiling. "Cerinas just wants you to look at and pet, that's all she can do. She'll dote on you, but she'll feed you well, and you won't have to do hardly anything except serve her at mealtimes and bring her whatever she asks." She seemed to think a moment. "And besides, if you please her well enough, maybe she will bring your sister to your room and allow you to care for her if you ask!" She declared, and looked deep into his eyes. "Come on. It's not that bad, you'll survive, I promise!" She said with a sad smile.
Legolas numbly nodded, standing and following her as she led him to the door and knocked on it, waiting for it to be opened. "He's ready for Mistress Cerinas."
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Well? Did I paint a good picture of what our Leggy now looks like? Are you guys going to mob me? Let me know! :D