The scene was a sorry one. The drought was affecting everything, everyone, but for some reason I didn't notice. I didn't see the flowers wither or the crops die. I didn't even notice my favorite lake begin to empty. It didn't matter.
How was I going to be happy again? How could I not ever be happy now? It was all so confusing I didn't even understand it myself.
So there I stood at the window, lost in my own little world of thought, oblivious to all around me.
Something cold on my head started me, and it grew in intensity, soaking my hair and dripping down my ears, face and neck. If it weren't for the temperature of the liquid and my startled state, I probably would have closed my eyes and savored the feel. However, instead, I jumped around to face the other in my presence.
The Elf stood behind me, a cloth dripping in one hand and a smile on his face. I was not surprised that I missed his entrance—his feet so quiet I rarely heard anything—more that I didn't feel his eyes on me.
"What are you doing?" I sputtered, wiping wet strands of hair from my eyes.
"Your mood has dampened from the weather. Since the rain will not come, I've decided to bring it to you."
The thought of the action being romantic didn't even cross my mind. Instead my eyes flickered from the bucket in his other hand to him, a plan already starting to formulate. It didn't go unnoticed by me how Elves didn't seem to like being wet, and certainly this Elf hated being wet, especially his hair and clothes.
The sneaky perceptive Elf caught on to my thoughts and before I could even think of moving he dashed off in the other direction. I, however, was hot on his heals, a smile breaking my face. I chased him around the cramped room, managing to shed my cloak to keep it dry, and found a second bucket of water he had obviously fetched. We flung water at each other, managing to everything wet but our targets.
We circled the bed in the center of the room, watching each other like prey. I had disregarded my tub long ago, but he hadn't seemed to notice. I held in my hand a rag, its moisture quickly leaving to trace my path. I had to act fast.
Somehow, we both stopped, daring the other to move. Without giving myself away and barely comprehending the plan myself, I hurtled over the bed and launched myself at the Elf, successfully hitting him square in the chest and tackling him to the floor. His grunt of surprise sent me into peals of laughter as I sat of his chest and squeezed my weapon into his long gold tresses.
"No, not the hair! No!"
My grin grew wider as I wiped his face and neck with the water. I sat back slightly feeling victorious when suddenly he pulled and Elf trick and flipped us over, reversing our positions. I squealed in protest, especially because of the cold surface that met my back. When I tackled him, the bucket in his hand must have spilled because its contents now lay pooling on the floor. It soaked though my clothing, but I wasn't done yet. Grabbing the two discarded cloths, I dipped them in the puddle and squeezed them over his back. Then, daring for revenge, slipped my hands under his billowing white shirt to wipe them across his sensitive stomach and chest.
However, his response was far from expected. Instead of leaping from the water and giving me the advantage once more, his eyes closed and he groaned, pressing into my hands. I paused for a moment, unsure how to react, and then did the first thing I could think of. I pushed him over and flipped, laughing at the expected startled look of his face.
But it didn't come.
My laughter eased to a grin. "I won."
He didn't answer, just stared at me, his eyes dark. "Aluhin."
His voice was deep and foreign, and my grin faded away. I could barely manage a coherent thought before his hand nested in my hair at the nape of my neck and pulled me toward him.
The kiss was demanding and passionate, and I found that I couldn't get away even if I wanted to. I gripped his shoulders where my hands remained and pressed myself into him, groaning as our tongues dueled.
Suddenly, he broke away and I found that I was on my back, Legolas above me, his shirt discarded and a wicked grin on his face.
I had no time to admire his half naked state before I saw the half empty bucket in his hands. A few seconds later, it was empty; the rest of what was inside fully drenching me.
"You didn't think I'd give up that easily did you?"
I was too shocked from the kiss, the flip, and the icy water to respond. So I continued to stare and him dumbly.
"And now, the victor receives his prize," he went on.
"Hail the victorious," I said dryly. "What does thy prince command?"
"A kiss," he murmured, his breath hot on my skin, "from the beautiful maiden."
That, I definitely did not expect, but as he began to erotically nibble my lip, I couldn't do anything but respond. His wet hair stuck to my face as I pulled him closer to me, my hands traveling down his muscular back and around to feel his chiseled chest. He shivered and groaned, breaking from my lips to nip at my throat.
Needless to say, it stormed that evening.