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Servant Rule Number One:- Always declare your presence to your masters by a loud knock upon one's door, never open it without permission

"Isil?" a timid voice called for her as she was about to leave from having her breakfast in the great kitchen, she turned to see a young elleth with a silver platter on which balanced a glass of wine and some fruit.

"You're one of the prince's maids aren't you? Could you take this to him? I would but I've been called to the throne room to clean it before Thranduil comes back and I'm already late!" she panicked and thrust the platter into her hand before she could object and ran off, presumably to the throne room.

Isil looked down and stared after the curtained doorway that the elleth had only just disappeared through. Seeing no other option, she turned on her heels and headed up the stairs to the royal quarters and walked up to the prince's door and knocked upon it. Not hearing a reply she decided that maybe the prince was out for the moment or was in the bathroom and opened it to look up at the sight she had intruded upon.

Legolas was in the bedroom but he was also in bed.....not alone!

Isil could see Legolas lying naked upon what looked to be a pretty elleth who had her legs wrapped round his waist and moaning orgasmicly, partly due to the frenzied thrusts that Legolas was committing to her. They carried on before her, groaning and grunting completely unaware they had an audience till Isil gave a squeak of surprise and hurriedly closed the door.

She stared at the wooden door as she gathered her nerves that were shot to pieces, deeply aware that her heart was thundering due to not only the sight of what she seen but the meaning of it as well. Not she wasn't an innocent when it came to sex, a thousand years to anyone was a sore enough temptation but after the first time, she generally kept her distance when it came to that word s-e-x. Her first time with an elf was when she was nearly nine hundred and he was a handsome elf who lived nearby and worked in the mill. It was all very....impersonal, it was straight to the matter and be done with it. But to see Legolas there, making the elleth scream that way....what had she missed?

Why didn't she scream that way?

Clung to his shoulders as she drew him in deeper by her legs round his waist?

She was broken from her troubled meandering thoughts when the door opened to revealed a somewhat dishevelled Legolas with the bed sheet wrapped round his waist. His blue eyes slightly widen and he opened his mouth but Isil beaten him to it as she blurted, "I'm so sorry! I knocked but there wasn't a reply. I thought you weren't in or some thing but it obvious that you are. I should have knocked louder or....."

"It alright." His calm voice broke through her ramblings and she closed her mouth mid torrent of what she was saying, embarrassed she took to studying the wooden floor as Legolas stepped out into the corridor, not caring of his near nakedness.

"This is embarrassing isn't it?" He softly asked as she looked up at him, trying not to look at his bare chest that was enticing her to do so. Her eyes betrayed her as they quickly looked down to see his lithe body harnessing those muscles taunt with sexual energy that was interrupted.

"You said you knocked and I believe you, just that I was caught up....as I'm sure you've seen for yourself." he went on, a small smile playing on his lips as she nodded, aware that the tray she was holding was rattling and the wine glass was threatening to spill its contents.

"You are alright?" his hand came up and gently squeezed her shoulder to reassure her but it didn't, she felt a bolt of liquid fire at the merest touch that seeped downwards where it lingered in her loins.

"I am." She squeaked, ignoring the urge to rub her inner thighs together to caress the new sensation. He reached out and took from her the tray with one hand whilst the other hand held up the bed sheet that started to slip, revealing one taunt looking hip.

"Thank you and I apologise once again. I assure you that in the future I'll be more alert when I divulge in such matters." He smiled and she stepped back away from the door as he juggled the door handle, the tray and the sheet. Watching him struggle, she reached out and opened the door where from his room came a sweet husky voice, "Legolas?"

"I'm here." He replied and stepped in, he turned to close the door with his elbow and gave Isil a smile, "Thank you."

The door closed with a soft thud and from behind the door Isil could hear the faint notes of laughter and someone throwing themselves back onto the bed. Squaring her shoulders up from the encounter that wasn't expected, she turned and headed back down the corridor with her heart a beating and hands shaking.

The wind was refreshingly cool as it blew its fragrant breeze of the wild flowers off from the nearest hills into the palace grounds. Isil picked up another great white sheet from the basket that laid on the ground and pegged it with some difficulty due to the wind tangling it to the washing line. Her sleeves were cold and damp from laundering the prince's garments that were gathered by the maid who tidied his quarters that morning. It took her most of the morning to wash with great care some tunics woven from the finest silks in the land.

Especially one pale blue one that shone like silver whenever it moved, sadly it was stained with what looked to be Dorwinion some days ago so the stain was a stubborn one to move. Instead of washing it by the river, she instead used warm soapy water and gently teased it to give up its mark. And now she pegged it out with pride, looking all fresh and clean. The palace grounds was an extensive one, the large garden laid directly behind the kitchens where the local herbs grew and much of the palace's washing was left to dry.

Reaching down she picked up a pair of dark brown breeches and pegged that out along with its companions that waved in the wind. Picking up the empty basket she walked back into the hot laundry room where other elves were ironing sheets and repairing damaged garments with much care. Picking up her pile of freshly ironed shirts and sheets she had done some time ago, she turned and headed to the prince's bedroom with some reluctance due to this morning's incident.

Upon arriving at the wooden door, she slammed her fist down upon the door with great force to empathise the fact that she was at the door. She heard the occupant of the room move about before the door opened to reveal Legolas who smiled at her before opening the door wider to admit her.

"Hello, how are you?" he asked good naturedly, clearly choosing to ignore that embarrassing moment earlier.

"I'm good and yourself?" she replied heading straight to the bed where it was stripped bare of its sheets. She began shaking the sheets out of their sharp folds and started making the bed up.

"Busy with my father's orders." Was her reply as the prince walked around the bed and started helping her with the bed corners. "What is your name?"

"My name?"

"Everyone must have a name or should I create one for you?" he cocked his head as he regarded her with interest.

"My name's Isil, but you call me what you wish." She replied, pulling another sheet from the basket and spreading it across the mattress. The prince once again helped as he spoke, "Isil, so you enjoying your job so far?"

"I am, nothing like a hard day's work for one's soul."

"Try telling me that at the end of the day." He joked, prompting a smile to appear on Isil's lips.

A knock on the door interrupted the humour between them and Legolas stood up straight and called out, "Come in."

An elf in armour entered, his eyes slid over Isil with curiosity but Legolas's voice called him back to attention, "What is it Conorth?"

"A message of uttermost importance milord." He handed Legolas a scroll and stepped back as the prince unravelled it and read it. Isil watched how his eyebrows furrowed together and small lines of worry wrinkled his forehead, all trace of humour disappeared to be replaced by a figure of importance and authority.

He looked up at Conorth and nodded, "Lead me to my father."

The elf bowed his head and turned swiftly on his heels and lead the prince from his room, leaving Isil to stared at the open door with interest.

It wasn't very long when the prince returned with a solemn look upon his face, he closed his bedroom door and sagged against it with weariness. Isil emerged from the wash room with a cloth in hand, she looked at him with concern, "Are you alright?"

He opened his eyes and silently acknowledged her presence, standing upright he walked over to a wardrobe and pulled out a saddle bag.

"Please call the kitchen and have them bring me three day's worth of lembas bread and water will you?" he asked, Isil walked to the door and stepped outside, she saw another maid and repeated Legolas's order to her but added in a few ingredients of her own. She stepped back inside to watch the prince unroll a medical pack which was lined with surgical knives and vials, he handed it to her, "Please replenish the vials with those in that box over there." He pointed to a box situated on a low dresser by the door. She nodded and laid the pack on the table and opened the box to see it neatly lined with medical herbs. She replaced empty vials with it's brothers full of herbs and rolled it back up and handed it to the prince who packed it in his bag. A knock on the door told Isil that the maid has returned and she opened it to see the elleth with two water skins and a small satchel full of not only lembas but apples and dried cured meat.

She watched Legolas take down two twin white knives that were on display and place them in their identical scabbards. This was closely followed by a bow that was laid with care upon the bed and a small pack that Isil assumed contained extra bow strings in case one snapped. He pulled out a quiver full of arrows from a cupboard and slipped a small standard knife into his boot, a last mean of defence.

She watched him arrange his weapons with ease in their place upon a series of straps that would attach them to him for them to be close to hand. He pulled off his tunic and shirt, ignoring the fact that there was a elleth presence and started untying his breeches.

Isil saw enough sense to quickly pivot on the spot as he started to pull down his breeches so she gave him privacy. Ignoring the movements of the naked elven prince behind, Isil focused her attention on a painting she just noticed that was situated above the fire place.

It was of a beautiful elleth in a pale blue dress with ivory white hair and sky blue eyes that sparkled. She guessed it was the former queen who she learnt was ambushed by orcs a long time ago and who's injuries was so bad that Thranduil was going to send her to the west but it was too late. Death claimed her and leaving behind a heartbroken husband and a tiny child who grew to became the prince who was dressing himself behind her back.

"I'm decent." His voice called out and she turned to see him sliding the straps over his arms so that the white knives were situated over his shoulders. She helped him tie it into place arrange his cloak so it didn't obstruct any movements. Pulling the bow and quivers over his shoulder and picking up his pack, he headed to the door but paused on the threshold. He turned to see Isil and asked, "You didn't find a pendant by any chance when you were washing did you?"

Isil reached down into her dress pocket and pulled a silver chain out with a emerald green leaf upon it, "It was in one of your breeches."

He signed a breath of relief and smiled, "It was my mother's. I don't usually go anywhere without it."

"I understand." Isil smiled and she unlocked the clasp and walked up to him, he bowed his head and allowed her to fasten it round his neck. He tucked it under his clothes where it would remain close to his heart and smiled at Isil who stepped back.

"Thank you." He kissed her on her forehead and left the room to leave the maid staring at the empty space he just occupied with a dazed and fascinated look.