Alright. My friend actualy helped me with this one I hope ya'll like it. It sounded really good to me! I might have her do some more subchapters for me. Please R&R!
Subchapter: For Chapter 2.
Her fresh berries fell, along with the rest of her body.
She didn't have the best balance, coming from her father, of
course. As she tumbled head first into the once fluffy snow, she
noticed a log lying on the ground.
"Ouch…" She whined,
picking herself up, then her basket. Placing the bright berries in
her basket one by one wasn't so easy. Her legs protested in slight
pain from the fall, her arms agreeing with them as well. Her plan to
kick the log in revenge came to a sudden stop. Lying on the snow
behind her was a man, obviously unconscious. Lia panicked, looking at
her surroundings. Nobody. She sighed, but turned again to the body on
the ground behind her. Did she knock him out? Anguish swept over her
smooth face, her eyes narrowing on the body. She reached her long
pale hand towards the man; afraid he might awake at that moment.
Pushing him onto his back, she looked at him. He had smooth skin,
too. Her eyes swept over his body, examining him. He was fairly
muscular, yet lean and elegant. Looking down at the ground, she
thought about what she could do.
Her mind made up, she hurried to her father, for his assistance with bringing him to their house to rest, at least until he recovered. A few moments later, she returned to the man, her father close behind her. He towered over the figure, and pulled the man's hair back. He was an elf. Not much surprise swept through her as much as fear. Fear of what? She didn't know, but an elf with weapons alone couldn't be too good, could it? Before she could notice it, her father had picked him up and was carrying him towards their home, already ten yards away. Lia rushed picking her basket up, with a few berries, not wanting to go home empty-handed.
Once they were home her father instructed her to warm water for a bath. Her father's expression was relaxed, calm. Lia, on another hand was in shock. A bath? She had to give him a bath? Her father must have made a mistake. She had never seen a man unclothed. But she did as he asked, not wanting to disobey his orders. She told herself not to come up with any conclusions yet. After she patiently waited for a tub of water to warm, she grabbed a sponge and brought it upstairs to where the men where. She knocked on the door twice, not sure if she should come in.
"Come in Lia." Her father had taken off his weapons, placing them on a small table next to the bed where the men rested. "I'm sure this is too much to ask of you, dear child, but please bathe him while I gather wood for this fire." Pointing at the empty fireplace, he gave her a trusting look, which she returned by putting a shaken hand on his shoulder. He left, leaving her with this stranger.
She began, taking his clothes off gingerly, not wanting to expose him more than was needed. Even though it was very much awkward for her, she could only keep doing what her father had instructed. As she gently stroked the wet sponge on his back, she noticed scars on his back, surely from previous battles. His cold skin was smooth, wherever there weren't the subtle bump from scars. Lia took her bare hand and followed one scar in particular, which was pretty fresh compared to the others. Pulling her hand away, not knowing if she should do any of this. She quickly finished her duty and clothed him in her father's clean clothes, then laid him on the bed.
Lia's father returned, with wood for the man's fire. He told her she needed to go rest, which she didn't refuse, she was after all tired. He was going to go to town to see if anybody had noticed the man from anywhere.