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Author's Notes:

I hope you like this chapter and my apologies that it took so long. Tell my what you think of our new player. ;D

Happy Readings!

Chapter 5

Muttering, Naru set her saddle bags near the door and walked to the bed and calapsed upon it's lumpy matress. it was a quaint little room, with sturdy furniture and a wells made homey air about it. Naru closed her eyes and listened to the words of the somg that echoed from the commomroom for a moment before her eyes snapped open with shock and her face heated.

The lords chamber maid in the song should have been run out of town after being flogged.

Naru then got up and peered into the hall to see if her bath was coming. It wasn't. Restless and trying not to listen to the song, Naru paced for a bit and then settled in one of the two chairs for a long wait.

Her cheeks still burned by the time her bath cam, followed by her meal.

As Naru stood, dripping wet, she tried as best she could to block out the ever insitent voice of the tavern wench on the floor below. She seemed to have been placecd in the room just above the common room. Muttering darkly, Naru wrapped the drying cloth around herself more tightly and turned her attention to her hair. It was long, nearly to her waist, though the last few days it had been tied securly in one long braid down her back. As she rubbed it furiously she couldn't help but blush at the words of the wench down below, words of love and something a bit more base. The girl had no shame was the conclusion that Naru came to.

She shook her head firmly and her dark hair ended up almost everywhere. Muttering again she let her eyes drift to where her ever sharp dagger hung on her belt and she turned around. And shrieked so loud at the sight that greeted her she was surprised that the sound of the wench's voice was still audible, which only made her blush even more feircely.

At first Raleon Hunter was fairly mad at the thought that they had given a way his room.

The room dirctly above the common room, was a room filled with many memories for Raleon, many pleasurable memories. Especially that bed. Ahhh, he thought, good times. but that irked feeling had suddenly fled when he had gone to see who had his room and see if he could get them to leave the sight that had greeted him made him want to whistle in pure male appreciation. Next to a cooling tub of bath water was the most tender peice of female flesh he had ever had the intense pleasure to see.

She was about as tall as his shoulder perhaps a bit shorter, dressed in only a drying cloth that left a good amount of delicate legs bare. Long, very long, dark hair felly heavily to her hips, ah, and those shoulders, strong and true with all that flawless pale skin... Enough to stir even the most celibate man's juices to be sure.

Raleon leaned against the door way as she began to rub a cloth over her hair and shook her head, sending all that silkiness, half wet, to spreading over her shoulders and torso. He felt a jolt of pure lust when she turned around and shrieked, then turned as red as one could get.

"Keep it down, sweet, you might disturb some of the patrons." When she did nothing but stare at him in open shock he took the opertunity to move into the room and close the door.

The girl did nothing but open her mouth and then close it several times before she seemed to regain some of her wits. "What a-a-are y-yo-yo-you doing!" she squeaked when he moved into the room.

Raleon looked at her and smiled a smile that hid his thoughts. "I am sitting," he did so and stratched out his long legs. "You know," he said as he sat and gave he an insulting once-over, "I had qualms about them giving away my room," he grinned slowly, "but I think I might be able to share."

At his words the girl turned an even brighter red, fumbling lightly in shock over what he said and insinuated, letting the cloth she had wrapped around herslef slip just a tad. And, oh, my, what nice...skin she had. Jerking his gaze back to her face, Raleon studied it. "I take it you don't wish to share with me?"

She stared at him and a wicked thought occured to him.

He stepped closer to the girl and grinned down at her. She couldn't have been more than five years younger than him. "If I can't share with you I'll settle for a taste, then." The girl jerked aways from him, though her movements were slow from shock. She wasn't fast enough to avoid him. Raleon scooped her close, blending their bodies together and banded her to him with one arm about her aist and craddled her head with his other hand and slowly dipped her head back and his down.

Naru was shocked. A man, a very nice looking man, had come into her room, been watching her for only Eru knew how long, and now he was kissing her.

Her wits had been stilled by sheer surprise, though they had been sharp enough for her to make a jerky move away from him. The man had sandy blond hair that carried just a hint of red, and had laughing blue eyes that swam with a warm emotion that made Naru want to squirm. He stood tall enough to almost have to duck to get through doors and Naru came to his shoulder so he had had no problem in catching her in his embrace. And kissing her.

This man, a complete stanger was kissing her. A very nice kiss, if Naru did say so herself. It was gentle, carried no force yet it echoed in her mind with a wild abandon, gentle at the same time it let the mans feelings perfectly clear. And from the feel of his, ah, lower anatomy, he didn't just want to kiss, and Naru suddenly was glad that he was only kissing her and that he had decided that sharing was not going to happen. Wait, had he?

Raleon released the girl, feeling better already over his lost trail of his prey and when he ducked a deep bow and came up flashing heb had to move to catch the girls fist before it plowed into his belly.

"Cladelach!" The girl snarled and Raleon had the feeling that was not a blessing, whatever tongue it was in.

He grinned down at her, and this time when he kissed her, he had to bend her over to keep her still. "Well, madam," Raleon grinned down at her and quickly stepped away. "Until we meet again."

With that he swept out of the room, and left to the cound of the girls curses, and a sound tump on the back of the door and his own whistleing. He wouldn't stay the night as he had planned, insted he would go straight to Minas Tirith and greet his king as a good Hunter should, and give him his report.