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Servant Rule Number Thirteen:- You must never consume alcohol in the presence of your masters as it leads to unruliness and distemper.
"You go and find him! Trust him to run away from the mess he created!" Isil shouted over to Keay who have already left the room.
Isil bent over, seething that Arkle spilled the prince's inks he used for drawing and callously ran off, claiming he had another more important errand to fulfil. She rolled the rug up and took it outside on the balcony to wash it with soap. Before long she was on all fours, scrubbing away with frothy bubbles coming up to her elbows as the rug relinquished its mark.
It have been two days since she left Legolas's secret chamber and she haven't seen the prince. She heard from Arkle who's job is to wake Legolas and to ensure he is bathed and dressed for a busy day that the prince was busy with demands from his father. Riding out to check the damage of the fires, erecting new homes whilst providing those homeless with temporary shelter. And with the autumn festival in another two days where the harvest would be reaped and huge bonfires lit to burn away the fallen leaves and dead wood whilst songs were sang and wine was drank.
Things would only get busier.
With the rug clean and drying in the waning sun, Isil headed back into the prince's living room to check if there was anymore damage by the ink. She bent down by the desk to wipe off a small trail of ink that had run down the wooden leg and stood up to give a startled gasp when not only her reflection greeted her in the mirror but a bemused one of Legolas who stood behind her.
"I've missed you." He purred, his lips finding the hollow beneath her ear that always made her shiver.
Her legs buckled under the sudden, shudder-ful touch and he caught her and moved her against the wall where it lent her a more reliable source of balance.
Wedged between the cold wall and the amorous prince, Isil stared over the prince's shoulder to check if the door was closed.
It was, thankfully and before she could ask Legolas to go and lock it, his lips took the words right out of her mouth.
Instead came a groan as he hoisted her up and encouraged her to wrap her legs round his waist. His breathless gasps as he fumbled with the many layers of her dress echoed in her ears as his knee parted her thighs and he came into her before she could obediently part her legs. Provoking a stunned gasp and her fingers digging deeper into his shoulders as he began thrusting a quick and frantic pace.
"Oh Valar!" she exclaimed when Legolas deepened his pace and she whispered words for him to move faster to which he complied. Her legs shuddered with every forceful thrust and she felt the tangles of ecstasy ebb over her as somewhere, Legolas cried her name and ended the manic session with a deep thrust that made her senses reel.
He lowered her giddily to her feet, sweeping her up in a caressful embrace that drugged Isil into contentment as she stood in his arms.
"Ai! I missed you." He sighed, he looked at her, her cheeks blooming a rose tint and her hair was somewhat dishevelled from his swift and sudden actions. "That was wrong of me to make claims to you like that." He apologised and Isil smiled, "That actually made my day."
"Then I'm glad to be of service." He coyly grinned and bent his head down for another kiss whilst he did up his breeches and restored his princely appearance.
"You look wet." He rose an eyebrow at her damp sleeves and Isil frowned, she was about to tell him about the guilty culprit when the culprit himself came into the room without the grace to knock on the door.
"Knock will you!" Legolas snapped, his heart racing as Isil paled at the sudden intrusion. Arkle blanched and Legolas, seeing his reaction, softened by lowering his tone, "Please remember to knock upon my threshold to announce your presence to me. Security have been getting relaxed around here of all times. Especially after the attack we had suffered a few days ago."
"Yes your highness." Arkle bowed his head, the door collided with his bottom when Keay came in, "Found him!" Legolas rolled his eyes skywards as Arkle rubbed his buttock and Keay looked from one elf to the other as she wondered what she intruded upon.
"Well as you are all here, I might take this opportunity to recap what I been saying to Isil. Due to the recent ambush by the orcs, security has been increased. As an added precaution, all who wish to enter this domain will knock on my door and wait for an answer. If no answer is heard then it means I'm not in and you are free to enter."
All three servants nodded their heads to agree as Legolas finished what he was saying.
He eyed Arkle for a moment then turned to pick up his bow from the bed where he left it. "I'm leading a patrol and will be back late. Who's up then?"
Keay replied to which Legolas gave her a few words of command and handed her a scroll for her to deliver to the scouts in the courtyard when he returns. She curtsied and Legolas smiled, "That will be all."
All three of them turned to leave the room and one by one, they exited and Isil closed the door.
"What got up his highness's arse today?" Arkle wrinkled his nose and angrily crossed his arms as he stared at the door as if challenging Legolas on the other side for a duel.
"He found out who dropped his inks and ran off." Isil curtly replied and rose an eyebrow as Arkle's anger left his face to be replaced by one of horror, "Oh that..........."
"What did you say?!" screeched Keay as Isil roared with laughter at something a maid called Arisel was telling them. A rather personal encounter with one of the prince's trusted officers and they were waiting to hear how this truly captivating and erotic story ended.
"And I said, 'Milord, if your manhood is as hard as your elbow then you can find me in room twenty-five!" Arisel cackled as Keay's mouth dropped open at her friend's forwardness and Isil spluttered on the mouthful of wine she had hoped to swallow.
They were outside in the palace gardens with a few bottles of wine Keay smuggled out. Their chores were done and they were free for the rest of the day and it was Isil's suggestion that they relaxed outside.
How the conversation came to its current topic was long forgotten but the three of them enjoyed it.
"Whore!" Isil gasped and handed Arisel the bottle of wine as the maid threw back her mane of black hair and laughed at the sky.
"And did you?" Keay stared at Arisel with hopeful doubt in her eyes as her friend snorted, "What do you think!"
"I knew it!" Isil cackled and prodded Keay in the ribs for a story of her own.
"Well, I did meet a certain elf at a merrymaking circle not so long ago."
"Ooooh!" Both Isil and Arisel cooed as Keay flushed, "And his friend."
"You mean......?" Isil halted as the realisation dawned on her that little, timid Keay wasn't so timid as she lead them to believe.
Arisel burst out into a new gale of laughter and she was soon joined by Isil then Keay who got over her embarrassment.
"I'm going swimming." Keay got up unsteadily to her feet and stomped off to the trees nearby where it hid the river and its popular bathing pools.
Giggling with drunken happiness, Arisel and Isil followed and soon all three of them were in their undergarments and lined up along the cliff where below them was the river.
Without a word, Keay leapt and plunged downwards where the sounds of water splashing echoed up to their ears, Arisel peered over the edge to see Keay waving up at them and smiled, "See you down there."
Isil watched Arisel's decent to the water and over-confident by her friend's dive, she took a running leap and flew off the cliff, relishing the cool air as it rushed past her face and stung her body beneath the flimsy under dress.
What went wrong from then on was the moment she impacted with the water. She had judged the depth of the water wrong and her head slammed into the river bed, knocking her out cold.
"Isil?" Keay called out, frowning as her friend failed to surface for a long moment.
"Isil?!" Arisel took up the call, the onset of panic was clearly infectious as Keay started screaming Isil's name and looking around her for any signs of the elleth.
"ISIL!" came a loud shout and both Keay and Arisel craned their necks upwards to see Legolas standing above them on the cliff top. His eyes were fixed on something they couldn't see and without hesitation, he dropped his weapons and dived head first into the water with little regard for his safety.
The water was silent except for the occasional pop of air bubbles that brushed past him as he swam downwards to the dark river bed. His eyes held fast onto his target as he pulled with his arms to inch closer to her, cursing the weightless water for slowing down his speed.
Above them he could see the sun sparkling on the water's skin and this provided some illumination for him to see that Isil was unconscious and her limp body floated like a leaf caught in the breeze above the rocky river bed. His arms caught her and in one strong kick to push himself to resurface for air, he swan upwards. He surfaced and pulled Isil against him as he frantically swam to the shore and laid her upon the grassy banks and knelt down, filling his lungs he pressed his lips around hers and exhaled, watching her chest expand as air rushed into her lungs. She coughed and he rolled her on her side as she vomited up the water that was trapped within her.
His comrades ran up to him and helped the two maids from the lake, sobbing and crying as Isil laid slumped in Legolas's arms, too worn out to even sit upright.
He tossed his head to move his hair from his face as he took her pulse to see she was fine, her lips were blue and her skin was almost white but she opened her eyes and whispered his name that confirmed she would be alright.
"My horse!" he yelled and within seconds his horse was claimed and he was mounted with Isil slumped against his chest as he barked orders to get the other two maids back to the palace and alert Rowan.
The ride to the palace felt like forever and he felt panic alerting his senses as he tried to get Isil to talk to him but to no avail. He yelled at a maid to go fetch a healer to his room and dismounted in the courtyard with her in his arms and hurried to his room. The guards saw the soaking wet prince with the unconscious maid in his arms and without hesitation, one ran to get help whilst another remained and opened the door for him and helped her to his bed.
They removed some of her wet clothing and her shoes, "She's cold." The guard whispered as he felt her skin, Legolas winced when he picked up her hand and started rubbing it to try and warm her fingers up. The healer ran in, a young elf with black hair and an air of authority. He pushed Legolas aside and ordered the guards out as two more healers ran in.
"She will catch a fever if we don't get her warm." The healer said, "Take her to the tubs."
"I'll do it." Legolas snapped and the healers saw no sense to object as he already have picked her up and stalked towards the bathroom. She was covered in towels whilst they filled the tub with hot water and at Legolas's insistence, they allowed him to take off his shirt and wade into the water with her in his arms. He bathed with her in his arms, watching her face gain its colour as he whispered to her encouragements to be alright as the healers readied potions and took her pulse.
"She's stopped shivering." Legolas looked up at the healer who sat on the edge of the tub, watching over her progress. The healer reached out with one hand and pressed it against her forehead and smiled, "She's fine. You can come out now."
Legolas stood up and carefully handed the limp maid to the healer who carried her to the bedroom, followed by his colleges.
He dragged himself out the water and wrapped himself in the largest towel he could find and followed the healers into the bedroom where his eyes fell to the pile of soaking wet clothes by the foot of the bed.
They undressed her?
His eyes looked up to see two of the healers were by the fire, talking about the potion they were to give her whilst the dark haired elf remained by her side. He watched the healer pull the bed quilt up to her neck and soothed her hair from her face.
"Milord!" Rowan hurried through the door, "Are you alright?" she halted before Legolas, her eyes surveying his wet, current state with worry.
"I'm fine Rowan." Legolas replied, he returned his attention to Isil who laid in his bed as two healers sipped their potion down her throat.
"How is she?" Rowan's voice dropped to a whisper as she saw her young charge in a worst state than expected.
"She's fine, just suffering from a concussion to her head and a slight chill. I recommend she does no work for the next two days in case she relapses." The healer spoke up, he folded his hands before him and spoke clearly and confidently, giving both the worried prince and servant the good news.
Legolas sigh and thanked the healers, "She'll remain here with me where I can see over her for the while. Keay will assist me and I will take up sleep in the next chamber."
"I was going to say it would be unwise to move her for the rest of the day." The healer smiled and then frowned, "Milord, we must get you out of those wet clothes."
"Bring Keay and Arisel to my study." Legolas ordered Rowan who curtsied. He allowed the hands of the healers to strip him bare in the bathroom and re-cloth him in the warmest of robes before personally checking on the sleeping Isil. He looked at the swollen lump upon her temple then to her dark lashes, stark upon her pure white skin that held no hues as she breathed in and out.
He reached down and pulled the covers closer to her chin and left her under the careful watch on the healers.
He opened the door to see the two maids standing by the fire, re-clothed though their hair was still damp and their eyes still red from tears shed. They cowered under the stare of Rowan who stood by the door with her arms folded, watching like a hawk for any sighs of movement before she made her swift swoop.
"What happened?" Legolas softly asked as he settled himself behind his desk. Keay told the whole story from stealing the wine to Legolas's miraculous arrival.
"Thievery!" Rowan hissed once she finished, "You stole the king's wine?"
"I'm sorry." Keay whispered.
"I've done it when I was much younger and it goes to show the foolish things one can do under it's influence." Legolas said, his words cool and calculated. "Your recklessness have nearly cost the life of Isil, a maid my father and I hold in the highest regard. I think you've learn your lessons judging from the drama we all had today. In the mean time, a lock will be placed on the cellar to prevent such fools and thieves, and both of you will be given extra chores for a day as Rowan sees fit."
"And Isil?" Rowan asked, Legolas looked over at her, "I think she's suffered enough though I will speak to her when she is well."
Rowan bowed her head as so did Keay and Arisel, at Legolas's gesture, they left him to his thoughts as he stood up and re-entered the bedroom to check on Isil's progress.
"She still sleeps." The healer looked up to see the prince enter the room, Legolas nodded.
"I'll leave you be, she should awaken soon." The healer signalled to the other healers to leave the prince be and they left the room.
"You little fool." Legolas murmured as he reached out with his fingers and caressed her warm cheek.
His heart fluttered with disappointment when she remained sleeping, oblivious to his closeness or his whispered words of how scared he was for that crazy moment he spotted her floating underwater. He watched her for a while longer, sure that she wasn't going to wake, he got up from his seated vigil by her bedside and started on the mountain of paperwork he kept putting off. He could still do his duty and be by her side if needed.
