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Wow! 100 reviews! Gee many thanks and for that, I'm going to award you with a super update of two chapters that sort of go hand in hand.

You see, this is where things starts to steam up and the story will gain momentum and the reason why I chose this story to be R rated....will become more obvious as more chapters come.

Many thanks to my lovely reviewers and enjoy!

Servant Rule Number Nine:-Always wake up before your master, as it's punctual and a sign of respect. You don't want to be caught being lazy.

The morning came and Isil stirred with the first light that filtered through the curtains. She smiled and snuggled closer into her warm bed that surrounded her so close and warm. She only then realised something wasn't right when she felt the cool caress of someone's hand running up and down her bare arm and bedcovers sighed.

Wait bedcovers don't sigh do they?

She opened her eyes to see she was lying quite intimately close by the prince with one of her legs flung across his own and her arm was across his chest with her hand burrowed under his shirt, laid flat against his warm bare skin where his collarbone was. She shifted her head to feel it was lying on the prince's unharmed shoulder and looked up at his face. He was awake and staring at the ceiling then he looked down at her and smiled, "Morning."

"I'm so sorry!" She went to get up but his unyielding arms held her down, "Please stay. You need not hurry away." He softly asked her and she settled back down.

"What time is it?" she asked, aware of Legolas shifting closer to her.

"Early, we wont be disturbed for hours." He replied somewhat lazily. She looked up at his face to see he had his eyes closed and looked relaxed and calm as his fingers lazily doodled patterns on her hand that was under his shirt.

"We shouldn't be lying here like this.......someone could come in and think the worst." Isil spoke as she tried to defuse the situation that seems so confusing at this moment in time. She wanted to be here right by his side but logic and reality kept rearing its ugly head and forced her to abandon all hopes and desires.

"Leave it to them to think." Came Legolas's reply, "Do you wish to move?"

Isil thought this for a moment then replied "No as strange as it may be."

"Why is that strange?" he tilted his head so he could see her face as she shrugged, "you're a prince and I'm a maid and we're lying here intimately but we have no such relationship at all."

"I wont deny this Isil, I do have feelings for you no matter how wrong they are."

There was a stunned silence then came Isil's calculated answer, "How wrong are your feelings?"

He moved himself so he was lying on his side against her and popped his head up by placing an elbow upon the pillow. He surveyed her as she laid there with her hair fallen free of her plait, her grey eyes locked with his eyes as she searched his face for her answers to the question he was going to answer with the truth he hidden for too long.

"Every time I look at you I wish to kiss your lips and to feel your tongue sliding against mine. When you smile, all I want to do is take you in my arms and not let you go. My nights have been long and my dreams been broken since you first came here. My skin burns with yearning for you and my thoughts are of insatiable things. Shall I stop and you go Isil or shall I carry on saying these things that driven me mad?"

She nodded for him to carry on and he did, his voice husky as he told her of his silent torment. "I wish to enter your room at night and lie beside you, but then my thoughts became more driven when I saw you naked and glorious by the river. I want to spill my lust into you as you cry my name, I want to claim you for my own and steal myself moments of pure bliss from my now dull life. I just wish for you to feel the same way I do." He sat up and looked away from her as he struggled to regain his control he had let slipped in that moment he revealed more than he dared.

She sat up too, heart pounding and mouth dry as she took in his words so honestly spoken. Then she did the only thing she could do. She kissed him. His lips parted when her tongue slipped between them to taste the sweetness upon those lips and then to engage in a caressful wrestle as he drew her close to him, his fingers cupping her breasts that seared her skin and making her groan. He gave a small sound of contentment then in one motion that shocked Isil, he pushed her away and leapt off the bed.

"Legolas?" she enquired as she watched him pace before the fire that had died halfway through the night. "Don't tempt me with what I cannot have Isil." He told her in a strangled voice.

She got out of bed and stopped him pacing then said "I want you Legolas, I need you as much as you need me." He stopped then looked at her, he closed his eyes then opened them as if he was too stunned to say anymore. "I have dreamt this moment so many times." He whispered.

"Dream no more." She replied, pulling him towards her and placing a hungry kiss that consumed them for a long moment until a quiet knock on the door interrupted them.

He pulled away and called out who was it to have Thranduil reply.

Isil quietly walked over to the bed and began stripping it as if was another day's job and nothing was amiss as Thranduil stepped in. he looked at his son and smiled, "It troubles me to bring bad news in your personal time of grief but there been reports of an attack on the woodmen's village south to the old forest road. The fires are spreading rapidly and we've been called to give aid. I need you to lead the party and oversee all efforts."

"When is Horthe's funeral?" Legolas asked in a whisper, clearly hurting over the departure of his friend's life.

"At sunset tomorrow. He's to be buried with full honours." Thranduil softly informed him, "I'm here for you Legolas, I know you haven't suffered such a lost since your mother's death." As father embraced his son in a hug, Isil averted her eyes for respect of privacy between father and son.

"How's his wound Isil?" Thranduil asked her and she turned around and smiled, "You can see for yourself. It's coming along well and be ready to have the stitches removed next week if he doesn't over exert it too much."

Legolas sat down and removed his shirt to let Isil show his father the wound which was indeed coming along well. The wounds on both side of his shoulder were healed except the deepest part where the arrow was forced through. His muscles will need to be retrained but he'll come to that. He watched his father run his fingers along the sewn wound as Isil explained what the healers did and her instructions she have been carrying out. She stepped back and watched Thranduil ask Legolas to move his shoulder as he placed his hands over the muscles, "They'll need rebuilding." Was his diagnosis when his son rolled his shoulders and looked at the warrior king who smiled and patted his son's good shoulder, "Go and get changed, you're needed now."

Legolas did so and left to the dressing rooms, leaving Isil alone with the king.

"How is he?" Thranduil asked, he sank down on the unmade bed and patted the mattress next to him to join him.

"He's doing fine." Isil sank down next to him, "He was understandably upset regarding his friend's death. He feels he should have died alongside with Horthe after all, that was the original plan before the healers and I intervened."

"You didn't intervene, it was for his welfare. I've spoken to Horthe's wife, she understands the situation and Legolas mustn't blame himself. Did you managed to get him away from the halls of rest?"

"I did, he was weary by the time I got there. He'll be alright Thranduil." She squeezed his hand and watched the concerned father sigh and then smiled, "I never did have the change to thank you for saving my son's life as well did I? Or turn the fate of the battle for the better with your fine archery skills."

"I do them proudly from my kingdom."

"And that is why, after all this troubles have been sorted, you will go up with the others to be awarded your honours." He told her, watching her stunned face as she bowed her head and thanked him.

"How long will Legolas be putting out fires?" Isil asked Thranduil who smiled, "He should be back late this evening if all goes well."

"I best call for some provisions anyway." Isil stood up and pulled a bell to summon a servant. She didn't have long to wait until Arkle came and she gave him instructions of what food to provide.

"You look after my son well don't you?" Thranduil wirily grinned as she closed the door, she smiled, "I do my best when he allows it."

"I heard that!" Legolas shouted at them from the adjacent room, both the king and the maid rolled their eyes and ignored him, talking about the prince as he if wasn't there.

When Legolas did came back in, he sat on the bed as Thranduil and Isil talked of the kingdom and the gossip that was in current circulation. Isil packed Legolas saddle bag and took the provisions that Arkle bought in and handed it to Legolas to place his spare clothes and weapons.

"I insist that I bandage your shoulder before you go. It hasn't seen combat for a while and will need support especially with the movements you'll be doing." Isil told Legolas who sighed and started unbuttoning his shirt as Isil picked up some bandages.

"I'll leave you be Legolas, come and see me when you are ready." Thranduil stood up and headed from the room. It wasn't until the door closed did Legolas turn and smile at Isil who exhaled at the close call that could have finished them before they even started.

Legolas finished unbuttoning his shirt and took it off to see Isil look upon his naked body with open admiration than her shy, concealed previous self. "Does the lady like what she sees?" he teased and smiled when she blushed a deep red and told him to sit down so she could start bandaging his shoulder.

They were interrupted by the arrival of several elves who awaited Legolas's orders.

They stood in a semi circle facing the prince as he spoke whilst Isil ignored the meeting and finished bandaging him up. Isil looked upon the regally dressed elves in their silver and gold armour with various coloured cloaks to signify ranks and houses. Her eyes fell down to the weapons each of them were armed with. Some with swords, spears and all with daggers and arrows. She smiled as an elf caught her eyes and he smiled back, aware of the attention he'd drawn. Her father was once a royal soldier and as a child she played, despite being told not to, with his armour and swords. She wanted to be a royal soldier when she was older but things changed and fate drove her to a different path......not that she was complaining.

She moved away from the elves and gathered the weapons she knew Legolas will require, she watched Legolas stand up and don his shirt whilst he listened to the current state of the fire.

He frowned and gave orders to call the riders to arms and signalled that this current conversation was over. He waited until the door was closed then turned to Isil who had his knives in her hands.

Silently, Isil dressed Legolas, handing his weapons to him and helping fastening his ties. She gave him his cloak then remembering that he never leaves without the necklace, she opened the box and turned to see Legolas regarding her with a curious yet feral look.

She stepped up to him to place the necklace round his neck, he bowed his head not to allow her to do so but to claim a kiss from those tantalizing lips that had drove him to distraction whilst he was ordering his men. He pulled away when he felt his body betray his arousal and Isil cocked an eyebrow at the crippled state he was in.

"Kingdoms have fallen, all for the lust of a woman." He smiled and nibbled her lower lip. "I must go." He softly said, trying to will himself away from the warmth of her arms that sheltered him from the world that was so bleak and tiring.

"Be safe." she whispered.

At those words his heart flip flopped and he drew her to him again, this time placing a soft kiss upon her lips to push away her worried frown that became a shy smile.

"I will be back." He smiled and walked with her to the door then kissed her.

Then another kiss.

And another till Legolas forced himself away and opened the door.

He smiled at the maid who was straightening her hair from their last embrace, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen from his lovemaking and she smiled back at him before he closed the door to face harsh reality.