Thanks guys for the reviews, glad to know that people are enjoying this new story. I hope I'll be able to keep up the momentum of the story and the chemistry which I can definitely guarantee will come!

As usual, I don't owe anything to do with LOTR or Tolkien's work or anything to do with Peter Jackson.

Servant Rule Number Two:-Always be alert and protect your master's property at all costs.

Isil's jobs changed for three days due to the absence of her charge, she was assigned duties in the kitchen as well as the guest wing where several neighbouring families of high status came to visit. Isil noticed on one occasion when she was serving up the soup that one elleth with tumbling dark brown hair and green eyes and a pout that got her anything, was the same elleth she intruded upon copulating with Legolas those days ago. Thankfully the elleth didn't recognise her allowing Isil to learn that her name was Sana and her father was a wealthy tradesman who supplied the palace with much of its finery.

One of the prince's servants left as he was getting married, meaning that Isil had to now double on her chores till some replacement was found. Before the forth day that Legolas was due back, in the late evening Isil went up to prepare the prince's quarters. It had already has fallen quite dark and Isil had to light the main lights in the Prince's bedroom to give her enough light to work in. she opened the balcony doors that lead her out to a great balcony that over looked the palace ground, the town lying at its feet and Isil squinted to see that between the trees with its lights glowing was her home. She stood there in the chill of the night, remembering how her mother would bang the saucepans lids together to call her family for dinner. They would all sit there at the long oak table that her youngest brother fashioned for them, laughing and teasing each other as her father would smile and pour each one of them a glass of wine to accompany their supper. Isil broke from recalling her memories when she felt her eyes threaten to cry. She gulped back that hard lump in the back of her throat and turned to start cleaning the bathroom and equip it with fresh towels and soaps.

she walked up to the door and was about to open it when she paused with heart slamming in her chest when she realised that inside the room, some one was there with the taps running.

She knew that no one could have gained access as the guards wouldn't allow access except to her and two other of the prince's staff. Grabbing a candle stick nearby, she slowly opened the door and peered into the pitch black room. Only the partly opened curtain betrayed the intruder's presence as the dim light of the moon shone to reveal a tall cloak clad figure. She screamed and threw the candlestick in the intruder's general direction and knew it hit its mark when a muffled curse grunted.

She opened her mouth to call for the guards but she was roughly tackled to the ground where the impact of the fall caused her ribs to hurt.

As she kicked, scratched and slapped, she squirmed her way towards the bath tub where she knew the prince kept a small sword for safety purposes.

The intruder threw himself upon her again, determined to halt her advances but she drew her feet up and kicked out with all her might, sending him flying back and knocking over the shelves that held bottles of soap. The glass smashed and oozed their liquids onto the floor and the tang of the assorted scents greeted Isil's nose as she reached under the pile of towels and her hand grasped the sword blade.

Feeling much stronger now that she was armed and ignoring the pain that assaulted her body, she turned to see the intruder picking himself up from the floor and she immediately vaulted over the smashed glass and challenged him.

"Who are you?" she yelled, steadily walking forward as the intruder slipped on the soap and fell back on the window seat beneath the window. The moon shone on a necklace and Isil looked down to see there lying upon the intruder's bare skin of his chest where his shirt has parted was a silver chain with a green emerald leaf upon it. The dagger wavered in her hand as she drew in a shuddering breath as the notion of who this intruder was dawned slowly on her mind.

"Isil, its me." The intruder held up his hands in surrender as she pressed the blade of the dagger against his throat and reached out with the other hand to draw back the cloak hood that concealed his face.

The moon light shone on his pale skin and his hair gleamed like silver, his face so familiar stamped itself on her mind and she gasped like she'd been punched in the stomach and dropped the sword.

"Legolas!" she sobbed as she backed away, her eyes never leaving the prince who groggily sat up on the window seat and leaned back against the glass of the window.

She let out a loud sob when she saw that she had caused injury to her prince when she saw that his nose was bleeding and his hands he lifted to rake back his hair were cut and bleeding as well.

"I'm so sorry!" she sobbed as she stood there, not knowing what to do, she watched him slowly stood up and limp towards her.

"It is I who should be sorry, I sneaked in here and not alerted any one. Are you alright?" he stopped a few feet away from her and watched the maid reached out with a shaky hand as she whispered, "You're hurt! I've hurt you!"

"T'is but a scratch. Lets get some lights on here then we can see yes?" his voice softly replied as he squeezed her hand and walked over to the door to turn on the main light. The sudden change from night to day caused them both to squint but after they blinked, they took in the damage they done to the room and to each other.

"You're hurt!" the prince blurted as he took in how her dress was pulled off one shoulder to reveal one angry looking cut.

"And so are you!" Isil looked at his arm limp by his side, the shirt sleeve was sticky with blood but the prince shook his head, "Nay, our scouting party was ambushed by spiders and I was injured."

"Why didn't you get someone to clean it up!" Isil exclaimed as she stepped closer to look at his arm.

"You know how they react, they would become dispirited and worry for my welfare rather than at the task at hand." Legolas shrugged and winched at the motion.

"Sit down there." She indicated to a stool near a wash bowl. He obeyed and allowed Isil to take off his cloak and weapons which dropped to the floor. With his help, they both managed to take off his tunic but his shirt has become fused to his wound thanks to the dry blood. He winced as she damped the cloth to allow it to ease away from his skin but no mater what she did in the end, the wound opened back up and bleed weakly.

"What did this?" Isil exclaimed as she recoiled from the smell of infection that had already set into the wound.

"A giant spider, it attacked us from the side and knocked me from my horse." He said as he untied the leather wrist guard from around his wrist that protected his skin from the sting of the bow string. Isil noticed that he had put it on his none firing arm and it wasn't until he took it off did she realised why, it was covering another cut.

"You're a mess!" she groaned as she started cleaning both injuries. His hair kept getting in the way of the rip from his shoulder to half way down his upper arm and she untied her hair and used the leather thong to tie his in a loose bun. "I'm going to have to sew this one up if you want it to quickly heal."

"Just do it." He replied somewhat tersely.

She went into the other room and grabbed his medical box and a bottle of Dorwinion that she handed to him, "Purely for medicinal purposes." She stated as she mixed a potion for his arm. She applied it, ignoring his hiss of pain and rubbed some cream around the effected area.

"Take a big swig, I'm about to start sewing." Isil instructed as she got her needle ready, Legolas complied as he pulled out the cork and took one great gulp.

Using the curved needle designed for this task, she gingerly sewed the first stitch, her hand shaking whenever he winched. He looked away, focussing his attention firstly on the moon outside, then to the mess on the floor, all the while ignoring the tug in his skin as Isil sewed him back up and the dulled pain that throb through his body. Feeling the alcohol wearing off, he took another swig and relished the almost instantaneous dull of his pain.

"There! All done, fifty three stitches there." Isil finished the last stitch and Legolas looked down to see the neat line sewn down his arm. "Thank you."

"Let me just finish off your hands." Isil washed his bleeding hands and treated them before applying some potion to the cut, "I'll apply a bandage to the cut before you go to sleep."

"Let me have a look at you." He turned and looked at her, her hair flowing freely down her back and her silver eyes looking back at him. He looked down and noticed shamefully at the bodice he ripped and how the dress hung lopsidedly from one shoulder. "I've ruin your dress." He whispered as he tired to correct it but gave up.

"I gave you a bloody nose." She smiled and with a damp cloth dabbed his nose and cleaned his face.

He made her sit on the floor with her back to him as he gently pulled the dress away from her shoulder, he squeezed a damp cloth and gently touched it to the angry scratches that bled a little. She jumped from the painful sting, "Relax." He soothed her as he began cleaning the injury. His fingers lightly brushed aside her hair, suddenly aware of how it felt like soft silk.

He became aware of her leaning back against his leg and a bolt of fire hardened between his legs when he realised that from his position, he could see her breasts rising and falling to her breathing. With half a mind, he rubbed a small amount of potion and his nerves rattled when his ears picked up her gasps of pain, which reverberated down to her breasts. He watched mesmerised at how her skin across the heavy-looking globes of her breast would constrict when she hissed in pain and he grew harder.

"I'm done." He whispered and quickly moved away, turning so she didn't see the effect on him. Taking several deep breaths of air, he willed himself to calm down, all so very aware that usually when he consumed that much Dorwinion, he didn't achieved such girth as the one he suffered with now.

He looked over his shoulder to see Isil straightening up and his eyes were drawn to how creamy her skin looked.

She looked at him and knew that something had happened, what she didn't know but from the prince's eyes, it deeply troubled him.

"I'll run you a bath and clean up this mess." She softly said and knelt down to open the door to let the hot spring water fill the tub. His eyes took in her figure and her pendulous breasts as she leaned across the tub. "Oh valar!" he groaned to himself as the throbbing he had spent the last few minutes urging away renewed its force.

He picked up his weapons that were by the stool and carried them to his bedroom, where he stood by his bed, gathering his thoughts till Isil came in to tell him his bath was ready. He walked into the bathroom and stripped himself of his breeches and slipped into the hot water, aware of how the heat seeped into his bruised joints and eased the pain away.

Sinking beneath the water he re-emerged to see Isil standing in the door way with some fresh towels in her hands. She placed them on a nearby chair and walked over to the mess that laid on the floor and started picking up the pieces of glass and dropping them in a bin. She reattached the shelves back to the wall and arranged the few, unbroken bottles there and began moping up the multi-coloured gloop that frothed and bubbled on the floor.

"There isn't a bottle of Fujanu shampoo is there?" Legolas asked as he realised there was no soaps near the tub, he watched Isil look down at the mess and pick up a piece of broken glass, "No, it looks to be broken."

"Damn." He muttered, that shampoo was expensive and made from blossoms of a tree only found beyond the realm of Middle Earth. "How about Dellium?" he asked for another rare shampoo.

"That's too is broken, all I can find at this moment in time is a bottle of Edion." Isil picked up a small bottle which Legolas indicated to hand it to him, she placed it in his out stretched hand, careful not to intrude on his privacy. Elves weren't shy creatures when it came to nudity or sex but with Legolas it felt taboo. In fact everything felt taboo when he was around, even saying his name or looking upon his divine face.

"I should thank you for adding extra and more tempting provisions to my rations. I was the envy of my patrol." Legolas looked over at her with a smile as he washed his hair, Isil haltered in her act of sweeping to smile, "It was no trouble."

"Thank you."

He watched Isil bowed her head to his compliment and continue sweeping but her eyes seem more hooded as if she didn't want to acknowledge his presence but as if she was jerked by some invisible puppets strings, she looked up at him in sudden remembrance. "I've been told to past a message onto you when you come back. Your father is entertaining guests. The Agion family and....."

A loud groan interrupted as Legolas sank below the water in annoyance. He re-submerged a few seconds later with a pained expression upon his face as he raked his hair from his eyes. "Boredom! Complete and utter boredom!" he groaned, "I'll be forced to entertain them and there's nothing worse than that!"

"I can think of a few things worse that that." Isil leaned on the broom and watched the prince as he sulked in the bath tub like an undignified three year old human rather than the two thousand and something elf that he was.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" he propped his chin on the tub edge and watched as she rolled her eyes, "Like tidying your room first thing in the morning."

"My room, I have you know is always tidy. I don't make no mess." Legolas wagged a finger at her as she looked down at him. "That's because I always tidy it for you and if its not you, your nightly lady companions make such a mess. You should have seen me hand back Lady Sana's undergarments she forgotten to her maid. I was so embarrassed!"

Legolas let out a bark of laughter and climbed out the tub and grabbed a towel, in his moment of humour he forgotten who he was talking to, an elleth of all genders! For those few split seconds, Isil saw more than she dared hoped for, she busied herself with the sweeping as Legolas still chuckled. "That will teach you for intruding upon us that morning."

"But that was an accident!" she protested, looking up at the prince who halted in the act of brushing his hair and looked at her via his reflection in the mirror he was peering into. "Tell me, is there a special someone in your life?"

"Me? No." she shook her head as he continued combing his hair, his legs slightly apart to brace his tall powerful frame, Isil could see his muscles bulge beneath the towel and was captivated by the routes that each water droplet took down his naked body.

"And you?" she reversed the question back at him. He turned with the leather thong that was in his hand and walked up to her and sighed. "Nay." He reached out and turned her slowly so he could put his hands through her hair to put it back up.

"I'm not rushing to find someone. I have all the time in the world to settle down and produce the heirs my father so desires." His words came close to her ears and she trembled slightly when his hand gently brushed past her left earlobe. He tied the thong to make a pony tail and stepped back and changed the subject, "Come, lets get me bandaged so I can get to bed."

Isil nodded and picked up the medical box belonging to Legolas and followed him into the bedroom. She sat next to him on the bed and foraged around in the case before pulling out two rolls of bandages and two pins. she bandaged up both his wounds and brought him some clean night clothes. Picking up his weapons, she placed them back on display with Legolas's help and tidied up generally and picked up his dirty clothes that needed washing.

"Good night." She called to the prince as she opened the door to step outside.

"Goodnight Isil. Sleep well." Was her reply, she stepped outside and closed the door behind her. The guards standing at attention let her through the royal corridor and she slipped back to her room where she readied herself for bed assisted by a spluttering candle that gave a weak proportion of light to the room. In the weak light, she saw something sparkling in one pocket of the prince's breeches she had deposited on the floor when she came in.

Reaching out with one hand, she picked up the silver necklace and smiled. The prince really did have the habit of leaving something so valued around to get damaged or lost didn't he? She would have to return it to him soon. Placing it on the small table in the centre of the room, she headed to bed aware of the sudden onslaught of tiredness that caught up with her body.