Legolas' Found Treasure

"Will you not at least tell me your name, little one? I will tell

you mine first. I am Legolas Greenleaf of the Mirkwood realm. I am

traveling to Rivendell to meet an old friend. There. I have told

you my name, and have even told you where I am going and why. Now

you must share something with me, just to be polite."



She was quiet for a moment before finally giving in. "Narya." She

whimpered, still shaking and crying.



"Narya." He echoed thoughtfully. "What a beautiful name. It means

Fiery One, does it not?"



Narya nodded. "Don't hurt me." She begged, sounding utterly

terrified.



"I will not hurt you. Did I say I would?" Legolas asked gently.

She shook her head no, but her tears didn't stop. She prayed that

this time the dark bruises were hidden from his view. "You must calm

down, Narya." He said gently, rubbing her back again. Legolas

glanced down at her and saw those bruises again, and knew he must

find out how she got those. "Tell me little one, how you got these

awful marks on your beautiful body." He asked her.



She wailed this time when he touched her back. "Please no make me!"

Narya whimpered, starting to shake again as her tears died down.



"At times you speak like a child. Why is that? How old are you?"

Legolas questioned her.



"One thousand." Narya answered. "Please, that hurts." She wailed

as he rubbed her back again.



Just one thousand years old? He thought, surprised. "I imagine it

does." He said in reply to her complaint. "You have some awful

bruises. Tell me what has happened to you."



Narya shook her head no. "You'll make me go back!"



"If someone has hurt you Narya, I will not make you go back to them,

ever. Now tell me what you are running from." Legolas told her

gently. She shook her head no again and bit him, trying to get

away. She didn't believe a word he said! Shocked, Legolas sucked in

a breath of air, not believing she had bitten him. "Narya, it would

be sad indeed if I had to spank you again after applying cream to

heal your backside." He told her, his voice a low, dangerous growl.



"Then let me go!" She begged, kicking hard. "Please, I can't stay

here!"



"I thought we had established that already. You will stay here!

However, if you are in danger and are being pursued, you need to tell

me so we won't be taken by surprise by an army or something. Now

tell me what is going on!" He demanded angrily. Narya bit him

again, still unable to trust him. Legolas growled, furious. "All

right Narya. I hate to do this, but if you aren't going to cooperate

with me, then I shall have to convince you to change your mind."

Before she could respond he brought his hand down hard right on her

sit spot.





Narya let out a wail, then tried to huddle up on his lap, her free

arms flying all over the place. Legolas caught her hands again and

held on tight, then continued to spank her. His hand rose and fell

ten times, fast and cruel. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK. The forest echoed with the sound. "If you do not

tell me what I want to know Narya, I will fetch a switch and use it

on your pretty little behind. Better yet, I'll use the end of one of

my arrows!" He smacked her again as hard as he could, feeling bad

about doing it but knowing it needed to be done.





"Please, I don't want him to hurt me!" She screamed, writhing over

his lap.



"Who Narya, who? Who are you running from?" Legolas demanded, still

spanking her.



"Stooooooooop." She begged, sobbing and going limp

again. "Pleeeeeeeeease, my uncle, pleeeeeeeeease." The pain in her

backside was driving the ability to speak nearly out of her mind.



Legolas stopped, surprised by her wailing. "Your uncle?" He asked.

He looked down at her bruises. "Your uncle did this to you? But,

why?" She nodded, but was now hiccupping and sobbing too hard to

talk, even though she now felt very compelled to tell him.



"Calm down my little one, and tell me everything. I promise, I swear

to you that I will help you in any way I can. I will not let anyone

hurt you ever again. I will protect you. You can trust me, Narya.

You can. I know it will be hard for you, but you need to try.

Please try. Tell me what has happened to such a beautiful girl."

Legolas tried to soothe her.



He rubbed her back as he spoke, his voice so soft. Through her tears

and hiccups Narya told the story of how her parents had died, leaving

her a poor orphan in her uncle's hands, and how he blamed her for

their death and for costiim mim money and being a burden, and took

his frustrations out on her. It had finally become too much at the

last beating, after she had refused to marry one of his ugly nasty

friends who had often encouraged her uncle while he hurt her, and so

she had run away. While she talked her body slowly began to relax

and she leaned slightly into the touch, his voice soothing to her

ears. Her hiccups and sobs eased to the occasional sniffle and a few

stray tears.



Legolas listened to her story, never interrupting as he rubbed her

back. As she spoke his anger grew to a near deadly wrath. She could

feel his anger and whimpered, thinking it was directed at her.

Legolas heard her whimper and quickly reassured her. "No. Do not

cry Narya. I am not angry with you. Your story, your situation,

your uncle, angers me." She said nothing, and he was quite for a

moment as well, thinking. He did not know this girl, really know her

that is, but for some reason he felt protective of her. He wanted to

hold her in his arms and keep her safe forever. He wanted to show

her that a man could be loving and caring, and gentle. He did not

know if she would let him, though. He sighed. "How long has it been

since you ran away from your uncle?" He asked. "How long have you

been alone?"



"Since yesterday." She moved a little and Legolas let her ease off

his lap and fix her clothes, quickly wiping a dirty face on a dirty

sleeve. Then she looked at him, trying to get a read on him and what

he was all about. His eyes looked so kind, which was strange to her,

as it had been ages since her parents had passed on, and from that

point until now no one had been nice to her. Legolas studied her,

knowing she was sizing him up and wondering if she could really trust

him. He smiled at Narya. "You've been alone that long? You are a

brave thing. How did you manage to survive?"



"Just took this gown and left, nothing else was really mine. I ate

what I could, which wasn't much, and nearly froze to death." It

hadn't been that cold, but it felt like it had been. She slowly

eased herself to her knees, not wanting to sit on her sore bottom,

and placed herself about a foot from where he sat.



He smiled at her, admiring her courage and strength. "I suppose

you're pretty hungry, then?" He asked.



She blushed and nodded. "To be honest, I was going to steal your

food." Narya blurted out, then cringed and put her hands over her

head, expecting blows that wouldn't fall.



Legolas' eyes went wide, not at her confession as he found it

amusing, but more so because of her actions. She acted as if he was

going to hit her! "Narya, you do not have to do that." He said

softly. "I will never strike you the way your uncle did. I

promise. But do not take that to mean I will not spank you if you

misbehave." He grinned at her again, winking.



She looked up, searching his . ". "Yeah?" She whispered, ignoring

his comment about the spanking.



He laughed, noticing how she avoided his last remark. "I am a man of

my word, fiery one. Never will I beat you the way he did." He

paused, looking her in the eye. "Do you believe me?" He asked.