The Teacher

**warning-self gratification**

Chap 23

As she stepped back into the campsite, she was met by Amros.

"Penda," he said as he walked up to her, "I am sorry if I caused you any distress. Is nos not my intention."

"An apology isn't necessary, Amros," she replied; "you didn't know about my past. It is not something I normally talk about."

"No, I didn’t. Perhaps, someday though, I hope you will find enough trust in me to tell me what happened. In the past I have heard Lord Elrond say that, when you have a problem, talking about it is the best thing to do." Then, seeing Elrond step out of the woods, he turned and walked away.

"Penda," Elrond said as he walked up behind her, "your hair will be a mess in the morning if you leave it down. If you get your brush and another tie, I can braid it for you again, if you'd like me to."

"Thank you, milord," Penda replied. As she turned to go after her brush, he added, "And I believe I'll take a look at your hand when I finish with your hair."

Turning, Penda glared at him. Elrond smiled. Then she turned and walked away.

A short time later she was sitting on the ground in front of Elrond. He was busy brushing her hair out, removing any tangles. Glorfindel sat next to Elrond and watched as his friend worked on Penda's hair.

"I can't get over the length of your hair, Penda," he said as Elrond began to braid it. "I know of several females in Imladris who will envy you."

"I don't understand, Glorfindel. Don't the female elves grow their hair long?" Penda asked.

"Yes, they do, Penda, but..."

"Then why should they envy me of my hair?" she asked.

"Because of its color, its length. No one in Imladris has hair the color of yours, nor the length."

"That is silly," Penda said with a chuckle. "I remember, about six years ago, I was living with a distant relative and his wife. She became very jealous over the length of my hair. So jealous, in fact, that one night, while I was asleep in the barn, she crept in and cut it with a knife."

"What did you do?" Elrond asked.

"There was nothing I could do. I knew it would grow back, and that she would become jealous again. When she did, she tried to cut it a second time, but her husband stopped her. It seemed he liked it. When his wife found out, she had me sent away. It was then that I met the people who would eventually send me to Will, and freedom. So you could say that she did me a favor."

"How much did she cut off?” Glorfindel asked.

"At the time, it was almost to my knees," she explained; "she cut it up to my hips. But it has always grown fast. It took a little more than a year for it to grow back. Will used to cut it for me two or three times a year."

"Then we will see to it that you continue that practice," Elrond said. "Your hair is beautiful, Penda, and I am sure you would like to keep it that way. Now, I'd like to see your hand."

"My hand is fine, Elrond, really," Penda replied as she stood up and faced him.

"I will be the judge of that," Elrond told hs hes he reached out and took her injured hand in his.

"Elrond, really, I just..."

"Penda," Elrond said as he put his hand up, stopping her mid-sentence and letting her know that the conversation was ended.

"Yes, milord," she replied, sitting back down next to him.

Turning to her, he took her hand in his and removed the bandage. Inspecting it closely he could see that she had cleaned it thoroughly.

"I will put some salve on it; it will sting on the open sores, but only for a few moments. Pulling a small jar out of his pack, he put some of the ointment on her hand then bandaged it back up. "You should get some rest now, Penda," he said as he put the jar away, "it will be a hard ride tomorrow."

Yes, Elrond," she replied, trying to stifle a yawn. Going to where her pack was, she pulled out two blankets. After spreading one on the ground, she put her pack under the end of it, so that she could use it as a pillow. Lying down and covering herself up with the second blanket, she was asleep shortly after her head hit the makeshift pillow.

“Elrond watched her as she lay down. Once she was asleep, he moved his pack over and spread a blanket near her. After Glorfindel assured him that he would take care of watch assignments foe ree rest of the group, he also laid and fell into a reverie.

"I will take the first watch," Elrohir said. After the rest of the group had decided when they would stand guard, Elrohir took his bow and arrows and faded in the woods. Everyone else spread out their blankets and went to sleep, knowing that their time to stand watch would come soon.

It was his turn to stand watch. In another half hour he would wake Glorfindel, who would then take his place. For now, though, he would watch HER as she slept. He made his way around the campsite, keeping to the woods. As he approached the spot where she slept he stepped out, and moved to stand by her.

Silently, he bent down over HER. He saw that some of her hair had come loose from its braid, framing her face. As he reached down to move the wayward hair she let out a soft low sigh. He wondered if she dreamed of him.

Hearing movement behind him, he turned to see that Elrond had shifted his position, but was still in reverie. Standing slowly, he turned and walked over to where Elrond lay. He glared down at the Elf-lord for a few moments, then turned and walked back into the woods.

He was angry over the way the Elf-lord had chased after Penda earlier. When she had run into the woods, her hair was pulled back in a braid. Yet, when she returned afterwards, followed by Elrond, it was down. All that long, red hair. He had not realized how long it was until he saw her standing by the fire. How did it come down? he wondered. Did the Elf-lord take her, make her his own? Perhaps it had come down as she lay beneath him, while the Elf-lord pounded into her, trying to pleasure her. They had no right. "She belongs to me," he said to himself. Elrond had no right going after her the way that he did.

He would have to take her before they arrived in Imladris. He could wait no longer. Reaching down, he touched himself. He was so hard it hurt. Finding a place where he could watch her, he freed himself from his leggings and began to stroke himself. Looking down he could see a few drops of pre-cum seep from the tip. He ran his finger tip through it and wondered how her tongue would feel doing it.

He continued stroking himself, steadily going faster. Suddenly she rolled over to face him. He noticed then that her nipples were hard; caused by the cool air no doubt. He continued stroking himself until he finally felt his release approach. Stroking harder, he continued until he was spent, watg heg her all along, wishing he could go to her. Readjusting his leggings, he stepped back into the campsite and woke Glorfindel. After Glorfindel left, he lay down, near Penda, and watched as she slept. Yes, he thought to himself, I will take her, soon. Before we get to Imladris. Then he fell into a deep reverie.