First Breakfast
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The hall was quiet as Legolas and Aragorn made their way down to breakfast. Finally the elf spoke.
"You are walking wrong."
"What?" Aragorn looked at him confusedly.
"Your walking, it is to… hard… You need to be daintier."
"Legolas, I am a ranger. There is no way in all of Arda I am going to be dainty."
"Well you could be. You're going to blow our cover."
Aragorn sighed and stopped. "How do I walk…?"
"Like this!" Legolas hiked up his skirts so Aragorn could see his legs. "It is not a plod it is more… of… a... a… lighter step." He demonstrated. "And you need to swivel your hips."
"My hips don't swivel."
"Well they will!" He glared at the Ranger with intensity that would have frightened a balrog. "I did not crush my lungs and get breasts the size of melons for nothing! You will be a girl, you will swivel, and you will like it! NOW WALK!"
Aragorn did as he was told, lightly walking and swiveling the best that he could until he heard a burst of laughter from behind him and turned to see Legolas standing leaning against a wall laughing his elvish brain out. "What's so funny?"
"You… You…. You look like a duck!" The elf dissolved into another fit of giggles.
"But… I'm swiveling and walking lightly… and…"
"Look like a duck…" Legolas managed to calm himself down for a moment. "It will have to do for now… go to the servants quarters… I'll see you after breakfast." He waved goodbye and left a bewildered Aragorn looking after him.
Legolas walked through the grand archway that led to the dining hall. He immediately saw king Frenit motioning for the elf to sit beside him. He did smiling warmly at his 'husband'.
"Why good morning my dear Githil! Why… If I dare say so myself you look absolute ravishing, have you done something to your hair? I don't know if I've ever seen you so lovely."
Legolas cleared his throat and spoke as high and feminine as he dared. "Why thank you, love. It must be the Rivendell sunshine."
"Oh my dear! Your voice! Are you catching ill?"
"Err… No, darling, just a little bug. No need to worry." He smiled again.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely, do not worry about me."
"Alright!" Frenit smiled and patted his hand. "Did you sleep well? I am sorry that I couldn't make it to bed last night, but I had… business… to attend to…" His face clouded over for a moment before he went back to his usual perky demeanor. "Well, I think that breakfast is just about ready." He smiled as Elrond took his seat at the head of the table and motioned for the meal to begin.
Everything was going smoothly. The food was good and talk was light leaving Legolas to watch the other women at the table, how they ate and spoke to their partners. The elf was just about to say things were going well. Then he felt it.
Elrond had begun to speak of the new trade treaty in progress with Frenit's help as the Elves about the table nodded and smiled. It had been such a light feeling that he figured that a breeze had gotten past his skirts but as it began to move higher he realized that it was warm and actually touching him. He looked over at Frenit who glanced back out of the corner of his eye and smiled suggestively. As he looked away again the elf chanced a glance under the table to see what the thing was. To his horror, it was Frenit's foot, inching slowly up his leg. It had only made it about halfway up his calf but the elf didn't really want to let him get much higher. So he gently adjusted his legs shaking himself.
The problem with Frenit was that he did not give up so easily. He simply assumed that his 'wife' was playing hard to get. So, without breaking his train of speech or revealing what was going on under the table he began again, faster. Legolas was quite taken aback and tried to shake him off gently but had no such luck and the foot was beginning to creep up his thy. Frenit smiled as he spoke and tried one more time making it much higher than Legolas would have liked before stopping. The elf simply grimaced as cheerily as he could while the foot wiggled slightly in his lap.
Several more moments passed by uneventfully. Legolas focused on breathing up and down and tried his hardest not to notice the wriggling on his legs. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Lord Elrond dismissed them all to go about their business. To the prince's relief the foot came down and Frenit got up waiting for him to do the same. Legolas smiled and turned, about to go and meet with his hand maidens to see what Aragorn had found out, however he felt firm hands grasp his shoulder and pull him back. He turned slightly to see Frenit staring lovingly at him.
"I have the morning off my dear! I have already arranged the same for you! Now we may do… whatever… we please." The king took special trouble to pull him closer on the word whatever.
"Oh… really… that is… perfect… dear heart…" Legolas couldn't help but grimace as Frenit scooped him up and carried him off to what he greatly hoped was not the bedroom.
Meanwhile Aragorn was not fairing much better. As soon as the Elf had left he had turned, still swaying, and headed toward the servant's chambers he had gotten turned around at one point and arrived late surprised to find that the only people left were Queen Githil's hand maidens all sitting around chatting idly and doing each other's hair, however as soon as he stepped they stopped eyeing him with varying degrees of uncertainty.
Finally one stood and walked over to where he was standing. "You must be the new servant that Lord Elrond was telling us about." She curtsied. "I'm Prithit. I'm Queen Githil's head hand maiden." She turned to the others and pointed to each as she called out a name. This is, Trinil, Fwethia, Rumie, Hetla, and Olriwa. You must be Nerwiva, correct?" He nodded.
"You can sit by me!" Hetla called and motioned to the seat beside her. He smiled, still not speaking, and did so.
Fwethia looked at him critically. "Aren't you a little big for a handmaiden?"
Aragorn froze, then doing his best to copy Arwen's voice spoke. "I have a growth disorder and thank you not to poke fun at it." The girl said nothing but returned to where she had been working on Trinil's hair.
Prithit sat back down and continued working on Rumie. "So, what brings you here?"
"I need to work to support my family." Aragorn answered.
"Humph. Then you picked the wrong place to do it." Fwethia said. "We barely get paid."
"But we do get room a board… and food." Olriwa piped up. "That helps."
"If you could call it that, the beds are lumpy and I have known rats that get better meals." Fwethia did not seem to want to give up the argument.
Trinil spoke next. "But Lord Elrond is better than the Queen. Our beds are soft and our stomachs are filled."
"Yes, but as soon as we leave the beds and foods are gone and its back to lumps and slop."
"You know, Fwethia, the wages may stink and maybe they are not the best of conditions but at least she is kind." Prithil said.
"Not to Legolas!"
"But we are not Legolas!"
"Wait…" Aragorn stopped them. "What did she do to Legolas?"
"So you have already met him?" Hetla squealed and the other girls seemed excited as well. "Do you know him well? Have you two spoken? What's he like? He seems nice; I bet that he's nice…."
"Err… yes… I know him alright… we have spoken… and I suppose that he's nice…"
"Hold on," Rumie grinned mischievously. "Alright like, friends alright or alright like shirtless alright?"
Hetla and Trinil and Olriwa giggled as Fwethia snorted and Prithit looked appalled. Aragorn had to keep himself from laughing out right. He thought for a moment about how to answer. If he could get them to open up with girl talk he may get an idea of what was going on so after taking a deep breath he answered. "Shirtless, alright." It wasn't exactly a lie. He had seen Legolas with his shirt off plenty of times… of course usually he was being treated for a wound of some sort and not in a romantic sense.
All of the girls exchanged excited squeals. Before dropping what they were doing and crowding around Aragorn.
"Well," Trinil looked straight at him. "What was he like?"
"Yeah, tell us, Nervie!" Orliwas giggled insanely as Aragorn looked disgusted at the nickname.
"I bet he was muscular." Hetla sighed dreamily, "Strong and silent."
Even Prithit and Fwethia seemed to want to know about the shirtless elf, so after a few moments, Aragorn obliged. "Well… err… I guess that he's… um… alright… and… uh… he looks…. pretty good… but elves never look really really muscular." A new wave of whispers swept over them until finally, Prithit spoke up.
"We did not know he was an elf…" She looked slightly in awe. "We had guessed that maybe he was but thought it childish and stupid…"
Hetla looked almost frightened. "No wonder she did not like him…"
"What? What does Queen Githil have against elves?" Aragorn was beginning to worry what they did to Legolas.
"We do not know… she seems to think that they are… I don't know… dirty… she refuses to touch anywithout a cloth on them. She also seems to think that she is superior to them. She made Legolas be her servant." Prithit said. "It is strange, everyone else in our country adores elves, and they are almost like gods to some people."
"We were in the presence of an elf…" Fwethia breathed. "And now we will not even get to see him again…"
"What?" Aragorn was thoroughly confused.
"Lord Elrond said that he left on a special mission… He is putting some people undercover to protect Queen Githil and we will not know who they are." Prithit shrugged.
"But anyway… did he have good abs…" Aragorn had a feeling that this would take a while.
Author's Note: Okay… I know it's kinda short I'm sorry, I'll try to make the next one longer. Special thanks to all my awesome reviewers especially, KayCee for sending me a bombardment of e-mails and G.A. Clive for reviewing all of my stories! The next chapter should be up soon and sorry for the delay on this one. I hope that you enjoyed!
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