Ok, first of all, it seems I scared everyone with the makeup up thing, and while I'm sorry for that, I have to admit, that is the response I wanted. :D LOL. It starts to calm down now, so don't worry. Thanks for sticking around even though I terrified you.
Ok, second of all, thanks for all the reviews, and here's the next post! You guys are great!
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Cerinas sat quietly in her room, idly playing with the sleeve of her dress as a servant did her hair. She tapped her foot impatiently, and looked to the door again. She abruptly yanked away from the woman above her, and threw herself down on her bed angrily. "Where is he?!!" She cried, an undeniable pout on her lips as she placed her chin in her hands.
The woman looked nervous as she set down the brush she had been holding, giving up. "I know not, milady…I am sure he will be here very soon." She said, but Cerinas only pouted harder.
There was a knocking at the door, and Cerinas eagerly pushed herself up, but it was only another servant with the dress she had told her to clean. She cried out and grabbed the brush, throwing it at the poor servant, who dropped the dress and fled. "He'd better get here soon!" She cried, flinging herself down again.
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Legolas quietly allowed Finlash and Miral to lead him down the hall, trying his best to ignore the cocky comments they threw at him about his appearance, even as he wanted to scream at his helplessness in this situation.
Revenhal suddenly appeared in the hall in front of him, frowning. He looked to his underlings. "Go ahead and do whatever else you need to, I'll deliver him." Legolas bit his lip at the choice of words but said nothing, no matter how much he ached to.
Revenhal waited for them to be gone, and then abruptly pulled Legolas' face up. He gave a sigh at the elf's appearance. He looked so gaudy and overdone. He wondered if his daughter truly wanted him to look like this, or whether his daughter would mellow down his appearance once she had owned him awhile. He put on a stern face, and looked the elf deep in the eyes.
There was anger there, yet deep sadness and…shame? He frowned, but didn't think about it anymore. "My daughter has asked to have you as a personal slave. I have granted the request, but on one condition. She is NOT to sleep with you, do you understand? No matter what she says, remember these words: You and your sister will suffer greatly if I find you and she have disobeyed these instructions." He said.
Legolas tried to hold in his relief. That was not a hard request to follow. In fact, he was greatly gratified by the order. He struggled to hold down a smile. Something was going right at least!
Revenhal waited until the elf nodded his understanding, and then grunted in satisfaction. "Other than that, I have only one thing to tell you." Legolas waited silently. "Cerinas is my only daughter. If you hurt her or strike out at her in any way, you will be severely sorry." Legolas nodded again, and Revenhal nodded back. "All right then. Come on."
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Cerinas lay on her bed, ignoring the poor servant behind her to nervously wait for instructions, not at liberty to leave until she was given permission. She stared at the ceiling angrily. If there was one thing she truly hated, it was waiting.
There was a knock at the door, and she threw herself up, pushing her hair out of her face. "Enter!" She called, and the door slowly opened. Her father strode in, followed closely by Legolas, who kept his gaze on the floor. The light of the sun streaming through her window caught in his hair, making it seem like a veil made of gold. His entire body glistened in the light, giving him an almost ethereal quality. Her father stepped aside so she could see him better. Hesitantly, the elf looked up to meet her gaze. His amazing blue eyes stood out from beneath the dark makeup surrounding them. A bath would have sufficed to make this elf catch anyone's breath, she realized. He was truly beautiful, even as overdone as he was. She sighed as she looked him up and down. First order of business would have to be a bath. She had thought that making him up like slaves from other lands she'd only heard of would make him more beautiful, but he didn't need it.
"Thank you, father." She breathed. "This is the best present I have ever received." She smiled at Revenhal.
Her father came forward and enveloped her in a hug. "I am glad to hear it." He replied into her hair, and stepped back. "I will see you at dinner, then?" He asked, and she nodded. He turned to leave, stopping just long enough to give her elf a meaningful glance, and then was gone with the door shut behind him.
"Come here, elf." Cerinas suddenly ordered, drawing herself up to her full height. Legolas looked at her slowly, and looked as if he was thinking about disobeying, but finally made his way over. He stood straight and erect, proud even in the situation he had been forced into. She frowned. "Kneel." She spoke suddenly.
Legolas stiffened, but went to his knees, his eyes never wavering from her face. Cerinas reached out with a trembling hand and pushed the hair away from his face. Her hand came back covered with gold, and she gave an irritated snort. "You cannot be wearing this stuff when you serve me, I will eat more dust than food!" She smirked.
Turning, Cerinas found her female servant with her eyes. "Give my elf a bath." Legolas flinched at the word 'bath,' remembering the 'bath' he had had just an hour ago. He did not object, however, as he was coaxed to his feet. He followed the servant into an adjoining chamber, where there was a deep bathtub. He could barely contain his relief at the sight as the servant began filling it with hot water, steam rising into the air.
At her request, even though he wished he could have more privacy, he quickly undressed and climbed into the water. The servant went to wash him, but he gently took the soap from her and indicated that she should leave, which she eventually did. He began washing, removing the hated makeup and more glad than words could say that Cerinas had not liked it anymore than he had. Almost.
Suddenly, he heard a giggle and soft footsteps. He looked up quickly and saw Cerinas standing in the doorway, coming towards him, her eyes venturing to places better off left alone. He struggled to tamp down his anger at the lack of privacy. Cerinas slowly came closer, finally stopping beside him and gently running her fingers down her spine.
Legolas lost control. "Stop that!" He yelled, throwing a handful of water in her face and jerking away. "Get out!"
Cerinas gave a cry of surprise as she was drenched, pulling away. "Wha…How dare you!!" She cried at him, her eyes dark with anger. "I own you, I can do whatever I want!" She screamed, and abruptly stepped forward again, thrusting her hand out at him and pushing his head beneath the water.
Legolas was caught by surprise, but quickly recovered, feeling his anger growing. He pulled up, throwing her hand off and sucking in a lungful of air, before reaching and shoving Cerinas harshly away from him. She skidded across the wet floor, striking the opened door and giving a groan of pain.
Legolas grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself, breathing hard. Cerinas stood painfully to her feet, and glared at him. "You'll regret that." She said darkly, and turned, leaving the bathroom quickly.
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UH-OH. I don't think Leggy makes a very good pet, do you? LOL. Leggy's in trouble…. *huge eyes*
Ok, second of all, thanks for all the reviews, and here's the next post! You guys are great!
*****
Cerinas sat quietly in her room, idly playing with the sleeve of her dress as a servant did her hair. She tapped her foot impatiently, and looked to the door again. She abruptly yanked away from the woman above her, and threw herself down on her bed angrily. "Where is he?!!" She cried, an undeniable pout on her lips as she placed her chin in her hands.
The woman looked nervous as she set down the brush she had been holding, giving up. "I know not, milady…I am sure he will be here very soon." She said, but Cerinas only pouted harder.
There was a knocking at the door, and Cerinas eagerly pushed herself up, but it was only another servant with the dress she had told her to clean. She cried out and grabbed the brush, throwing it at the poor servant, who dropped the dress and fled. "He'd better get here soon!" She cried, flinging herself down again.
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Legolas quietly allowed Finlash and Miral to lead him down the hall, trying his best to ignore the cocky comments they threw at him about his appearance, even as he wanted to scream at his helplessness in this situation.
Revenhal suddenly appeared in the hall in front of him, frowning. He looked to his underlings. "Go ahead and do whatever else you need to, I'll deliver him." Legolas bit his lip at the choice of words but said nothing, no matter how much he ached to.
Revenhal waited for them to be gone, and then abruptly pulled Legolas' face up. He gave a sigh at the elf's appearance. He looked so gaudy and overdone. He wondered if his daughter truly wanted him to look like this, or whether his daughter would mellow down his appearance once she had owned him awhile. He put on a stern face, and looked the elf deep in the eyes.
There was anger there, yet deep sadness and…shame? He frowned, but didn't think about it anymore. "My daughter has asked to have you as a personal slave. I have granted the request, but on one condition. She is NOT to sleep with you, do you understand? No matter what she says, remember these words: You and your sister will suffer greatly if I find you and she have disobeyed these instructions." He said.
Legolas tried to hold in his relief. That was not a hard request to follow. In fact, he was greatly gratified by the order. He struggled to hold down a smile. Something was going right at least!
Revenhal waited until the elf nodded his understanding, and then grunted in satisfaction. "Other than that, I have only one thing to tell you." Legolas waited silently. "Cerinas is my only daughter. If you hurt her or strike out at her in any way, you will be severely sorry." Legolas nodded again, and Revenhal nodded back. "All right then. Come on."
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Cerinas lay on her bed, ignoring the poor servant behind her to nervously wait for instructions, not at liberty to leave until she was given permission. She stared at the ceiling angrily. If there was one thing she truly hated, it was waiting.
There was a knock at the door, and she threw herself up, pushing her hair out of her face. "Enter!" She called, and the door slowly opened. Her father strode in, followed closely by Legolas, who kept his gaze on the floor. The light of the sun streaming through her window caught in his hair, making it seem like a veil made of gold. His entire body glistened in the light, giving him an almost ethereal quality. Her father stepped aside so she could see him better. Hesitantly, the elf looked up to meet her gaze. His amazing blue eyes stood out from beneath the dark makeup surrounding them. A bath would have sufficed to make this elf catch anyone's breath, she realized. He was truly beautiful, even as overdone as he was. She sighed as she looked him up and down. First order of business would have to be a bath. She had thought that making him up like slaves from other lands she'd only heard of would make him more beautiful, but he didn't need it.
"Thank you, father." She breathed. "This is the best present I have ever received." She smiled at Revenhal.
Her father came forward and enveloped her in a hug. "I am glad to hear it." He replied into her hair, and stepped back. "I will see you at dinner, then?" He asked, and she nodded. He turned to leave, stopping just long enough to give her elf a meaningful glance, and then was gone with the door shut behind him.
"Come here, elf." Cerinas suddenly ordered, drawing herself up to her full height. Legolas looked at her slowly, and looked as if he was thinking about disobeying, but finally made his way over. He stood straight and erect, proud even in the situation he had been forced into. She frowned. "Kneel." She spoke suddenly.
Legolas stiffened, but went to his knees, his eyes never wavering from her face. Cerinas reached out with a trembling hand and pushed the hair away from his face. Her hand came back covered with gold, and she gave an irritated snort. "You cannot be wearing this stuff when you serve me, I will eat more dust than food!" She smirked.
Turning, Cerinas found her female servant with her eyes. "Give my elf a bath." Legolas flinched at the word 'bath,' remembering the 'bath' he had had just an hour ago. He did not object, however, as he was coaxed to his feet. He followed the servant into an adjoining chamber, where there was a deep bathtub. He could barely contain his relief at the sight as the servant began filling it with hot water, steam rising into the air.
At her request, even though he wished he could have more privacy, he quickly undressed and climbed into the water. The servant went to wash him, but he gently took the soap from her and indicated that she should leave, which she eventually did. He began washing, removing the hated makeup and more glad than words could say that Cerinas had not liked it anymore than he had. Almost.
Suddenly, he heard a giggle and soft footsteps. He looked up quickly and saw Cerinas standing in the doorway, coming towards him, her eyes venturing to places better off left alone. He struggled to tamp down his anger at the lack of privacy. Cerinas slowly came closer, finally stopping beside him and gently running her fingers down her spine.
Legolas lost control. "Stop that!" He yelled, throwing a handful of water in her face and jerking away. "Get out!"
Cerinas gave a cry of surprise as she was drenched, pulling away. "Wha…How dare you!!" She cried at him, her eyes dark with anger. "I own you, I can do whatever I want!" She screamed, and abruptly stepped forward again, thrusting her hand out at him and pushing his head beneath the water.
Legolas was caught by surprise, but quickly recovered, feeling his anger growing. He pulled up, throwing her hand off and sucking in a lungful of air, before reaching and shoving Cerinas harshly away from him. She skidded across the wet floor, striking the opened door and giving a groan of pain.
Legolas grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself, breathing hard. Cerinas stood painfully to her feet, and glared at him. "You'll regret that." She said darkly, and turned, leaving the bathroom quickly.
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UH-OH. I don't think Leggy makes a very good pet, do you? LOL. Leggy's in trouble…. *huge eyes*