Mary Goes to Mirkwood

Mary Goes to Mirkwood

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Best Mary Sue Story

Chapter 27/?

By: Mary A, Malinorne and Sheraiah

Summary: Gosh, I don't want to give anything away! Let's just say that all three mortal females have a rousing good time in their individual way. Sheraiah is in Mirkwood, Mary and Mal are in Esgaroth.

Warning: ADULTS ONLY. May contain scenes that are disturbing. Everything is consensual, so don't worry about feeling scared. Worry about feeling hot and bothered. And don't forget your towel. Okay, okay, there are a lot of adult sexual situations; some dominant behavior and some kinky practices. And that is all we are going to tell you.

Disclaimer: Just playing with Tolkien's characters for fun, not profit, and we do claim to have created . Th. Thaladir, the king's seneschal, is our own creation.


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~ Sheraiah ~

Though they delighted in teasing me, the twins lost no time in tracking down the elleth that had been caring for me as I slept, to request some food be prepared for me. Her name, they told me when they returned, was Mirime, and she had been assigned to me for the duration of my stay in Mirkwood. She didn't speak much Common, but she could likely understand most requests I was liable to make.

"Not that you make many requests, Sweetling," Elladan stated, kissing my cheek again. "You are far too self-sufficient. It makes it difficult to dote upon you."

"I'm the oldest of three siblings whose parents both worked away from home. Of course I'm self-sufficient! I've taken care of myself since I was tall enough to reach kitchen counters and washing machines," I retorted, not caring that Gimli at least wouldn't understand what I was talking about. "Besides, there's more than one way to dote on someone."

"So I see," Elrohir remarked slyly. "That is no elven gown you wear and I do not recall seeing it before." I looked down at it, admiring the lace and the way it fit me perfectly. It was a lovely thing, and strikingly similar in form to one I did own that I had lefthomehome.

"Hey, I just woke up, remember? How would I know where it came from," I retorted quickly. I had my suspicions, but wasn't about to discuss them with the twins. I was, however, going to discuss it with Legolas when I saw him. At the very least, he deserved a thank you for it. There was no doubt in my mind as to the gown's origin.

Just then, Mirime returned with another elf, bearing a huge covered platter, in tow. She spoke softly to Elladan and Elrohir, peeking cautiously around them to stare at Gimli every so often as her companion set the tray down and transferred items from it onto a smaller tray, which he then set on my lap.

Smiling sweetly at me, the elf poured me a goblet of what looked to be wine and bowed as he handed it to me. Not knowing what else to do, I accepted it and thanked him. He spoke to the elleth for a few seconds and then left the room. Elladan glanced at me and, being his usual perceptive self, made his way to my side.

"What is it, Sweetling?"

"Elladan, is this wine?" I asked, handing him the goblet. He sniffed the contents and nodded.

"It is. Just a moment, I will take care of this." He turned and said something to the elleth. Her eyes widened and she gaped at me for a second before nodding quickly and hurrying out. Elrohir laughed.

"Well, it seems that you are off to a good start here, Rai. She was shocked to find out that there is someone who would refuse to drink wine."

"What's wrong with that?" Gimli rumbled from his seat next to my bed. "I don't drink it either, when I can avoid it."

"Rai does not drink spirits, the small glass of wine that she nursed for hours at the Festival aside. That is what shocked her," Elladan replied with a wink for me.

"Hey, I told you, it's a control thing. Same reason I made Legolas promise that he wouldn't put a sleep spell on me for the flight. Too bad I didn't make Haldir promise the same thing," I retorted. "A mistake I don't intend to repeat." The twins snickered and Gimli grinned.

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~ Mary ~

Mal and I said goodnight to each other at her door, and I was surprised when the seneschal, instead of taking me further down the hal my my room, led me to a corridor that went in the opposite direction. But I was not unhappy. In fact, if not for the presence of the dour Keeper of All Things Seemly, I probably would have giggled maniacally in anticipation of so soon being alone with Thranduil after all.

Thaladir led me to a room that was only slightly larger than the one I was supposed to share with Miriel, except it had no bed in it. There were two doors over on the far wall and I assumed that at least one must lead to a bedchamber.

To my right there was a good fire crackling in a large flagstone hearth, with a small couch pulled near to it. Along the wall opposite was a table with chairs. Soft candlelight enhanced the cozy, although rustic, atmosphere. Through the open window came a soft breeze from the lake and the sound of music drifted up from the common room below.

With a polite bow, the seneschal bade me good night and left me alone there. I immediately peeked in one of the doors and found the bed. It was not as large or luxurious as I had imagined it would be, but I was sure that once Thranduil joined me, it would be plenty big and soft enough.

Thinking it might be fun to be naked when he came in, I reached my hands over my back to start undressing. But before I could unfasten my gown, two strong hands caught mine from behind, and my arms were pulled around to be wrapped in front of me, beneath the king's own. I leaned back against his chest and sighed happily.

"I thought you would have a fancier room than this," I told him. "Not that I mind," I added quickly. "It's just that when we were at that hotel in my world, you said something about the innkeepers of Esgaroth, and how much nicer it was here." He leaned down to speak with his lips against my ear, because he knows it makes me crazy when he does so.

"This is not my room," he whispered. "But it would please me if you stayed here tonight."

"Whose room is it?" I asked. The king released me from his arms and turned me to face him.

"Someone," he replied enigmatically. "A…," he paused. "A friend of mine has made a most extraordinary request, although he has asked that the final decision rest in your hands. He desires to spend time alone with you, here, in these chambers. Tonight." He did not smile, but I could tell he was amused by the situation. As if the request had come as a complete surprise to him as it was now to me.

As Thranduil spoke, I instantly thought of the noble elf-minstrel with the silvery hair and feathered mask. As I remembered those sparkling eyes, and that splendid singing voice, my heart began to pound, but I could not take anything for granted.

For an elf of any stature to approach the king with such a request would require boldness. For a man, however, it might only require rudeness. And most of the men I had seen that night in the common-room below were quite tipsy by the time the party started to break up.

Helca's words came blazing back into my consciousness. Did I think the king cared if I enjoyed myself? Did I think at all? We were in the world of men now, and anything could happen.

"Your Majesty, I would do anything you commanded me to do," I answered sincerely. "I would die for you. I might even kill for you. And I have already given up all of my life for you. I would probably even cut off my own head, if you thought it was a good idea." His sudden warm smile was a nice reward.

"I do not doubt your loyalty," he replied.

"But," I added before he could say anything further, "if you expect me to get into bed bed with some creepy Long Lake merchant who had to get really drunk first in order ask your permission?" I pointed my finger at his chest. "Well, you might want to go get your sword to cut off my disobedient head right now. Because, that's not going to happen."

"So, you would object to bedding a man, even if it would please me." He crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his eyebrow at me. "Even if I were to command you?"

I crossed my arms just like his were, but I could not lift my eyebrow to save my life, no matter how much I practiced. Instead, I mentally pictured a 'bridge out ahead' warning-sign for him to see. The king laughed as he drew me close and embraced me to his chest.

"Never fear," he said. "I would never subject you to such a degrading and humiliating indignity." He stroked my hair to calm me down and ran his hand down to the end of my braid to tug it playfully. It worked; I looked up at his handsome face and smiled.

"Which indignity?" I asked. "Bedding a drunk guy or getting my head cut off?" The king laughed louder.

"Both." Thranduil smiled back at me, his eyes kind. "I promise you will not be disappointed."

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~ Mal ~

When the king rose and left the table abruptly, as soon as the minstrels had disappeared out of the common room of the inn, I at first hoped he would go after them to tell them what he thought of their improper songs that were insulting to the crown of Mirkwood. But, he looked amused and happy, so I guessed it would rather be a matter of talking in private to an old friend.

I was a bit disappointed that he didn't want to introduce Mary and me to the tall silver-haired elf, but also relieved. I couldn't get rid of the thought that the squirrel girl song might somehow have to do with me, and it still made me uneasy that the minstrel had mentioned my bottom in such a familiar manner. Not that he could possibly have seen it, but still!

Although I tried to ask Mary what she thought of it, her mind seemed already to be fully occupied with her impending night with Thranduil. Her replies were funny and incoherent, and she was not at all her sharp-witted self. But I couldn't blame her. Thinking of the king often made me forget everything else.

Despite the cheerful expression she displayed, it was clear to me that she wasn't happy when Thaladir told us that we were to go to our rooms. I, on the other hand, didn't mind not waiting for the king to escort her to his bed.

The seneschal seemed to have calmed down at last, now that he wouldn't have to spend more time with the partying crowd. He put on a sour face when we passed some dancing dwarves, but otherwise he was a perfectly dignified Excellency. He was very handsome too, in his blue robe, and during the short walk to our rooms, I played with the thought of inviting him to mine. It was unlikely that Ithilwen would come back soon, now that she finally had the chance to be alone with her favourite sentinel.

But, my room was closer to the stairs than Mary's, so my plans of delaying the seneschal were thwarted. I really didn't have any reason to hide our relationship to her, but somehow I preferred to keep it that way. I followed them with my gaze, the almost dancing Mary, who couldn't wait for the king to come back and the tall elf who followed a step behind her. Perhaps I should wait until he'd return this way, and then make my move?

With a sigh I discarded the idea, and finally opened the door. My room was very empty, and very gloomy in the light of the single candle on the small table. I seriously don't know if it was the same room that I had shared with Thaladir this winter, but it might well have been. At least the furniture looked the same, as did the unadorned walls and what little could be seen of the window with the shutters closed for the night.

I went to bed, but sleep refused to come. It was just too dark, and cold, and lonely and miserable, so I put on some clothes again and slipped out into the corridor. Music could still be heard frownstwnstairs, along with drunken laughter and stomping feet. I didn't really feel like going back there again, but I very much wanted to find out which room was Thaladir's. Just in case I'd soon feel bold, and lonely, enough to seek him out. And I wouldn't mind catching a glimpse of the minstrel without his mask either.


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~ Mary ~

Thranduil did not have to say very much more to convince me to please him by agreeing to be alone with his friend. I felt very flattered, and I wanted to serve my king. I remembered my brave words to Helca; now I had to swallow my pride and prove them.

But I trusted the king, I knew he would never allow anyone to harm me, or even treat me disrespectfully. I felt safe in agreeing. He reached into his tunic and withdrew a small rectangle of fabric, which, after he shook out the folds, turned out to be a tawny-colored sash. He held it between his hands and lifted it to my face as if to blindfold me. I stepped back.

"What are you doing?"

"This," the king held the sash before me, "is part of the request. So that the identity of… ah," he paused, then continued, "my friend not be revealed to you." Thranduil smirked. "He prefers to remain incognito. And he has good reason, you must trust me."

"Well, why can't he just wear a mask?" I asked, thinking myself terribly clever. Thranduil did not react, as if his poker face would ever reveal anything to me unbidden by its master.

"He says he wishes to feel your skin against his face," replied the king smoothly with a smug leer on his face. Again he approached me, thinking, I assume, that I had no counter-argument against such a delicious idea. But again I stepped back.

"Wait a minute," I grabbed at the end of the sash. "Isn't this Thaladir's? He's going to kill me if anything happens to it. Does he know you have this?" Thranduil assured me that his seneschal was aware that his sash was going to be used in an unorthodox manner, and had agreed to its usage.

And then the king reminded me that most of his subjects did not ask questions, they merely obeyed. Immediately. And without argument. Or further discussion.

"Thaladir will still figure out a way to blame me if anything happens to it," I grumbled as the satiny fabric was attached around my eyes. It was curiously exciting being blinded this way, but I wished it was Thranduil who was going to be with me.

"Will you behave yourself?" asked the king.

"How else can I behave if not myself?" I answered. "Unless you want me to behave like you." I smiled at the thought. "I don't think a blindfold would slow you down as much as it does me, though."

After the king led me back into the sitting area, I thought I heard a door open and close. Nearly silent footsteps drew near and joined us. I clasped my hands and tried not to shake, but it felt scary to have someone looking at me who I did not know. And would probably never know.

"Be patient with her," Thranduil said. "Very patient. And gentle. She can become wayward if mishandled, and quite quickly. Consider yourself warned." I felt the king's fingers on my face, holding my chin to tip it upwards, and then he kissed me goodbye.

I heard a door open, and the noise from the elves in the common room below drifted in from the hallway. The king spoke one last time. "She is concerned about the sash, very anxious that no harm should come to it. Proceed with due caution." And then the door closed, and I was alone with a mystery.


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~ Mal ~

I never made it to the common room, and that's probably the best, as my entering the seneschal's quarters without an escort would likely have been unseemly enough to have him writing a new entry in his book of protocol. I'm fairly sure he has a complementary notebook for improprieties encountered outside of the realm. Just for the record, of course, so nobody can accuse him of being lenient.

The reason I didn't even reach the top of the stairs was that I suddenly found myself embraced from behind by two familiar arms. I hadn't heard him coming, and gasped with astonishment when he caught me. His warm breath in my ear sent shivers of delight down my spine and I instantly began thawing up.

"Why is my concubine wandering the hallways? Is her room not to her liking?" His voice was like silk and velvet, smooth and wrapping itself around me like a soft blanket.
h...h... no... yes, I mean." Lying to the Elvenking was out of the question, so I told him that my room was nice enough, I was just missing something... someone. To that, he chuckled, a deep sound of approval, and began to move his hands up and down my front. Wherever Thaladir's room was located, I hoped he was in there so he wouldn't have to witness the royal scl. l.

"My lord, isn't this night Mary's?" I didn't want to ask, but I felt I had to. It was better he'd interrupt his caresses now, than later. I turned to look at him.

"Mary is... indisposed," he replied slowly, but without the slightest hint of regret. That wasn't like him at all, as he would usually keep one of us company until dawn even if bedtime activities for some reason had to be restricted. "She is taken well care of," he added when he saw my doubt. "Very well taken care of, indeed. Most thoroughly, I would say."

The smile tugging at one corner of his mouth was an odd contrast to the serenity of his eyes, but his explanation was all I needed to know to feel free to take full advantage of the situation. I decided not to enquire further into why Mary would be satisfied to have Miriel doting with her, rather than the king, if she didn't feel well. She'd probably just had too much wine. Anyhow, she had made her choice, ae wae was here, and I didn't have to spend the night alone.

With an arm still around my waist, Thranduil gently steered me back into the direction I had come from. We passed many doors and finally came to the end of the corridor. The sentinel outside that last door bowed respectfully and wished his king, and me, a pleasant night. If he only knew! Which I rather suspect he did, as the same elf had often been posted outside the king's bedchamber in Mirkwood.


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~ Mary ~

Whatever fear I may have felt about suffering abuse at the hands of a stranger, while in such a vulnerable state, soon melted into impatience as I stood for several minutes under what I could only assume was the regard of my silent companion.

I wondered, at one point, if the king was playing a grand practical joke on me, and had only pretended to leave me alone with someone, like a test. But then I jumped when I heard footsteps close to me, nearly as imperceptible as a whisper they were, but I could identify the sound more clearly with my eyes blinded. They were walking away, and then I heard the sound of a door, but not the main door, opening and closing.

The music below that came through the open window made me want to dance and I tapped my hands against my thighs as I stood there waiting. I imagined him to be in the bedroom, pulling back the blankets, and perhaps getting undressed.

After a few moments, the door opened again and the soft sound of light footsteps returned. This time they came right up behind me, and it was hard not to flinch when his hands finally touched me at my neck. He began unfastening my gown. Finally, this was something I could understand. I almost relaxed, but it was still unnerving to be undressed by unseen hands.

His fingers moveowlyowly, unlike Thranduil's. When he was half-way down my back, he stopped. I could feel him spread open the gown farther, peeling it away and exposing my bare skin. Since we were not in Mirkwood, I felt free to abandon the more foolish rules of proper palace protocol; I did not have anything on underneath my gown.

There was a sound, like a small sigh. And then silence. He proceeded to unfasten a bit further and then pauseain.ain. Reaching within the gown, his hands traveled slowly over my ribs, sending ripples through my flesh and raising goose bumps along the way. Then they continued down either side to stop at my hips. By then, the slippery fa of of my gown began to move off my shoulders. I tried to stand straighter to keep it on.

My skin tingled under these smooth, warm, and dry fingers as they cautiously touched me. They were not as large, or as demanding, as the king's, but they had their own special appeal. This invisible touch somehemineminded me of Erestor's, when he held my hand on the day we had talked in Rivendell.

These hands of my mystery admirer mor more than just gentle, they were...careful. Hesitant at first, then bolder, a long sweep of a palm sent shivers down my leg as it caressed my bottom cheek before being removed.

It only took a slight shrug of my shoulders to pitch the slipping gown off of me, and then I stepped out of it and kicked it aside. I heard it being shaken out and probably tossed over a chair. I felt a little more anxious now. I had left my stockings off, too, and I stepped out of my slippers to stand barefoot. There was another soft sound, like an exhalation of indrawn breath.

"Don't tell Thaladir," I whispered. "He would make the king miserable if he found out I wasn't wearing about a half-dozen layers of underwear."

I was not sure if I was allowed to talk, or not. The king had not forbidden me. But then I realized that this could be an elf, or a man, who had no idea who I was referring to when I mentioned the seneschal by name. So, I added, "He's the tall one, with the grouchy face." And then, just in case he did not know what grouchy meant, I elaborated, "The one who always looks as if he has just bitten into a lemon." I demonstrated by pulling my lips down in an exaggerated frown.

And then I wondered if there were lemons in Middle Earth. So, I was going to tell him to never mind what I had just said. To forget about all of it and to try not think of it anymore, please. But, before I could, I first had to tell him how funny it was the way the seneschal had gotten so upset when the king stole my underpants that morning.

"Thaladir hates me," I concluded. "I don't know why either. I never did anything to him." Saying that out loud to a stranger made me feel sad. Something told me to stop talking, or I was likely to start crying. The room grew so quiet that I could hear frogs croaking off in the distance.

Suddenly I felt very lonely, standing there. I was in a strange room with a stranger, in a strange town. I missed Thranduil so much that I felt a sharp twinge, like a hunger pain, cascade from my heart down to the pit of my stomach. I wondered if it was too late to change my mind.

My unknown companion touched one of my handd thd then lifted it. For some reason it calmed me a little as I imagined him lookin it. it. My fingers were manipulated and turned for his view. It felt very odd, but in a pleasant way. I was sure he must be an elf, an elf that had not much experience with mortals. And then, his lips were pressed against my palm, but only that, and just for a moment. My arm was placed back at my side.

"Hey," I whispered. "That was nice." There was only silence in response. But then, for the briefest moment, those same lips were pressed against mine. Not a demanding pressure, just a sweet little taste. Before I was entirely aware I was being kissed, he pulled away. I felt a little less lonely, however.

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~ Mal ~


The king's room was different from mine, but more because of the size of it than any extra luxuries in furniture or design. It had windows on two sides, and a door that I assumed would lead to a room for bathing. The bed was generously wide, and the table had two chairs and a wooden bench, but that was it. Except for the fireplace, a monstrous thing that was likely built more to look impressive than to be an efficient heating source. But it generated more than enough warmth to give the room a pleasant temperature, and its reddish light made the whole scene very inviting.

When I had finished admiring the king's quarters, which couldn't have taken more than seconds, I turned to face its occupant. Thranduil had removed his tunic and looked stunning with his hair, golden red in the light from the fire, spilling over his naked shoulders. His skin seemed to glow, stark white against the midnight black leggings that hugged his hips and legs. I felt like swooning, but there was one thing I wanted from him, something we'd both taken great pleasure in, but not done for a long time now.

He reached out to catch me, and it took all resolve I had to stay with my plan and stop him from unfastening my dress. Why did his fingers have to be so deft!

"I have been a naughty girl." I said it very quickly, and it didn't have the desired effect. He looked at me seriously, but his hands didn't stop until my bodice was literally hanging on a string.

"Mal," he replied, slightly shaking his head so that his mane moved in a mesmerizing fashion over his bare chest. "I do not believe you. You are always my good girl."

"I am very naughty," I continued stubbornly and then stood on my toes so I could whisper in his ear. "Please spank me."

I saw a wide grin on the king's face, and his eyes glittering, before I cast down my gaze in a submissive gesture I knew would get him into the right mood. It worked.

"You know what befalls impertinent concubines in my keeping." He said it calmly, but with an edge challenging me to voice my wish again.

"I do, my lord. You will bend me over your knee and give me what I deserve." The anticipation already made me all hot and tingly.

"I will. I will make your magnificent behind turn pink, until you beg for mercy." He wouldn't do that of course, not make me beg him to stop. Not really. But I loved hearing him say it with his velvety voice.

"Yes, my lord. And then..."

"I will take you afterwards, of course." He bent close to my ear and continued in a whisper: "I would take you before, as well, but I will wait, and let you have your little game first." He looked like a cat that had just had a whole bowl of creamy milk, very satisfied with himself.

He almost made me falter, but I managed to continue, with an effort. "My lord, I have come to receive my well-earned punishment." I didn't dare to look at him, afraid to ruin it by throwing myself at him.

"Where?" The king whispered.

"The bench." I whispered back.

He went over to the bed and took two small pis, ws, which he placed on either side of him when he sat on the wooden bench. I knew he would have preferred the stone bench of his own bedchamber, but even kings don't always get their will. I doubt the building was steady enough to hold that kind of furniture.

"Come, my naughty girl," he said, patting his thighs invitingly. "Come to your king."

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~ Mary ~

I felt my braid lifted, twisted gently and tucked into the sash in such a way that my neck was fully exposed. It made me feel even more naked. I stood motionless but puzzled as the long tails of the sash were tucked into the band around my head, and I imagined how stupid it must look, and tried not to care. Maybe this elf liked necks? At least the seneschal's possession was being cared for properly.

Strong, but lean, and disappointingly clothed arms lifted me beneath my knees and around my back, and I was carried into another room. But not the bedroom. I was lowered into a bath, and I squealed a little and clutched at the sides of the tub as the hot water enveloped me unexpectedly. I must have splashed a lot of water around, as I adjusted to the shock, but I quickly relaxed and laid back.

The water was fragrant, with a scent that reminded me of almonds, and felt as if it had something added to it to give it a silky texture, I stretched out gratefully. My head was lifted and a soft towel was placed beneath my neck. After the long day of travel, it felt heavenly to soak in a hot tub.

I heard a soft splashing sound, and other curious noises I could not identify. One of my legs was lifted and a cloth moved slowly over the wet skin down to my toes, each one was tenderly wiped. When the king bathed me, he just lathered his hands. I wondered if my mystery-bather would abandon the washcloth. But he did not.

Actually, Thranduil would have gotten into the bath with me as well. I imagined that as clearly as I could, with the hope that I was being washed by a mind-reading elf. I was not. Or, if he could read my thoughts, he did not accept the invitation.

My arms were next; each finger was wiped as carefully as my toes had been. My face, and then my neck, chest and shoulders were lathered. I was lifted at my armpits to stand, and the rest of my torso was washed. I could tell he was crouching now, so I reached out my hand to touch his head and maybe feel his hair. Before I could, my hand was gently stopped and moved back to my side. I waited until I thought he was too busy to notice, but my hand was swiftly batted away.

"Okay," I said. "I get the idea. I won't touch you."

The cloth moved even more carefully now as it progressed over my belly, up to my breasts, around to my back, and lower. But he never paused, only went more slowly at times, like when he wiped the soapy cloth between my legs, not hesitating, but not in a hurry either.

Even though the cleansing process moved at a near snail's pace, it was over too quickly for me. Fresh warm water was poured over my entire body as I remained standing, to rinse the lather away. Then I was wrapped in a large, soft towel and carried back out into the sitting room to be placed on the couch before the fire.

While I sat with my back against the cushiony settee, a nice change from Mirkwood furniture, my braid was unraveled quickly and skillfully and the ends of the sash unwound from within itself. Deft fingers combed through my hair to move it over my shoulders. I felt his weight depress the seat cushions as he lowered himself to sit beside me. Then the towel was removed, and I sat naked before my mystery admirer.

The fire felt nice on my damp skin, and I dried quickly before the warm blaze. My mystery bather did not touch me as I sat on the couch with him. I tried to picture him in my mind, as if he was the silver-haired elf. I remembered those sparkling blue eyes; they had a depth that spoke of great wisdom, and experience. I imagined those eyes traveling over me and felt warmed even further by the thought.

But it was not enough to keep me awake. I was too drowsy from the hot bath after a long day of traveling, so much so that I leaned my head against the soft couch and must have drifted off to sleep within seconds. My eyes were already closed by the blindfold, making it all the more easier to do so.

I was awakened by the sensation of cool linens against my bare skin. Momentarily disoriented, I clawed at the blindfold until hands stopped me. Then I remembered where I was, or where I thought I was, because I had no way oowinowing if I was even in the same room I had started out in.

I laid still and felt there was a pillow under my head, as a blanket was pulled over the top of me. It was so comfortable that I had to fight to stay alert and not drift away back into the peaceful darkness.

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~ Mal~

I stood before the king, and he reached under my skirt to take off my underpants. Then he put one arm around my waist, the other between my legs and lifted me onto his lap so that I was lying with my knees on one pillow and my head and arms on the other. Slowly he pulled my skirt up around my waist, baring my bottom for him.

He gave me two quick smacks and then stopped. I whimpered with displeasure.

"Tell me of your crime." This was something new, but I should have known better than to think I could anticipate every move of the Elvenking.

"I have sinful thoughts," I said quickly, eager for him to continue.

"And what thoughts are they?" Darn. My brain was much too occupied with other things to come up with stories.

"Eh... naughty thoughts about elves, forbidden thoughts." Hopefully, that would be enough.

"I have not forbidden you any thoughts," he said, with his hand gliding caressingly over my behind. "On the contrary, it would please me to hear these thoughts."

I sighed. I had not thought Thranduil would be that interested in a reason for spanking me; he hadn't seem to need much in that direction the times he had initiated it.

"The minstrel," I said. "His hair was so silvery and his eyes so blue and he was so very tall..."

"Ah," the king said. "He is well known to have an effect on ladies. So you desire him?" He sounded more interested than jealous.

"Um... I think so." I had been more embarrassed than aroused at the time, but tried my best to only show the king images of those blue, blue eyes, so different from his. And that smile, and the fingers caressing the lute in an almost obscene way.

"Good. You may well meet in the future." I groaned. This was not what I had wanted.

"And the dwarves," I said, hoping to stun him.

"What about the stunted folk," he asked. His voice was suddenly cold and I could feel him tensing up. His hand stopped its motion and rested heavy on my rear. Any second now...

"I desire them," I replied. A smack landed on my cheeks, but only one, so I added as desirously as possible, "I suspect that all their limbs must be as thick and sturdy as their legs..." More smacks came down on my quivering behind. This was clearly a topic that made Thranduil more agitated than he had showed earlier.

"And the beards, " I went on, "the hair that covers their bodies and tickles so teasingly against a girl's skin..."

"I will tickle your skin," the king roared, and now I had him where I wanted him. The sensations his hand created made me moan and writhe in his lap.

"Be silent and control yourself," he said. "Your disobedience will only make me continue longer."

I moaned demonstratively, so that there would be no doubt about my wishes.

"So, you will not obey me. Then I see no other way than to teach you the consequences."

With that Thranduil began to spank me thoroughly and he continued just up to the point where I would have asked him to stop. Elven mind-reading is such an amazing thing!

"Suck." He placed two fingers before my mouth and I hungrily took them in, eager to please him. I swirled my tongue around and between them, and the king let out a low growl before his other hand began to travel along the back of my thighs.

"Part them," he demanded, and placed a quick slap on my behind when I didn't open my legs fast enough.

"Wider." I complied, but earned a last smack before I felt the hand finding its way between my thighs and in under me. Thranduil's long fingers slipped over my folds and I heard him taking a deep breath when he met my wetness.

"Ah, Mal, I seem to have forgotten how much you enjoy this." His veiled voice told me again that I wasn't the only one.

I continued to suckle his fingers and moaned in my throat to show him my agreement.

The king's other hand continued its exploration and his fingertips began a teasing travel back and forth between my folds, sometimes reaching all the way to my little nub, sometimes not. I wriggled, trying to make him touch it with every stroke, but instead felt his fingers push into me forcefully a couple of times, before he suddenly removed both hands.

"My turn now." He lifted me from the bench and flung me on my back onto the bed, then followed himself, impatiently tugging at the laces of his leggings, as if he couldn't open them fast enough. He gave me no time to admire his lordly sceptre, but impaled me upon it instantly, making me scream loud in ecstasy. I reached my first climax quickly, but Thranduil seemed insatiable this night and had me in more positions than we had ever tried in one night, before he finally lay spent beside me.

I was lying on my stomach, nearly asleep, when I felt the king's hand on my bottom again, his fingers travelling over it gently, gently, in tiny movements that made me shiver with pleasure.

"I can take away the discomfort," he whispered in a mild voice.

"Don't. But please continue doing that." I turned my head to look into his eyes in the fading light from the fireplace, and the affection I saw there gave me more satisfaction than anything else that had passed between us this night.


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~ Mary ~

I was dizzy with sleepiness but when I felt my invisible companion entering into the bed beside me, I turned my back to him instantly, feeling suddenly afraid and too naked. My chest tightened and I found myself fighting back tears as I realized what the matter was. I wanted to leave. I was alone, all alone.

"I think I have to go," I whispered. "I am sorry," I added. "It's not your fault. The king…the king isn't here with me. He usually always is, but he isn't. And that scares me. Because… I don't know you," I could not go on for a moment and I bit my lip. I hated the way I sounded and was ashamed of my cowardly behavior, but I was too scared to stop feeling scared. I swallowed and took a deep breath and then another.

And why did I say that about the king? I felt that a better explanation was in order, but it was hard to explain.

I tried to rally myself with the thought that Thranduil would never abandon me to someone he did not trust. Completely trust. I felt calmer after thinking that and said, "I thought he would be here, watching, um, I mean, watching out for me," and then I stopped as I realized how crude that sounded. As if I expected the king to be in the room with us.

For some reason, it occurred to me that I was fortunate that my mystery bed companion was not grabbing at me, or even moving towards me, or even moving at all. It gave me time to think.

It was not fair to Thranduil to discuss our secrets with a stranger. This elf, or man, beside me did not need to know that the king could have been there, with us, but not with us, if he had chosen to be. And it might be that I was not so much abandoned as liberated. Maybe this was a chance for me to feel free to explore without anyone peeking in? That was almost a comforting thought.

Before I realized what was happening, the same patient, careful hands that had bathed me earlier were pulling me towards their owner and to my surprise I found that I could not resist them. I wanted to know what would happen next. I was on my own and that meant the king trusted me, too. I was turned to lie on my side facing my invisible lover and wrapped in an unexpected but comforting hug.

Against his chest, which was as firm and nearly as broad as Thranduil's, I lay my face and felt one long, hard, and lean leg drape itself over me, protectively. His arms held me close to him, but tenderly, with no untoward sexual gestures. I still was not allowed to touch his hair, or his face, he moved my hands away more than once until I promised again to keep them to myself. But he let me touch him everywhere else.

From the smoothness and satin-like texture of the skin beneath my fingers, I was finally certain that this was an elf. This soothed me more than his considerate physical attention. I felt enfolded in the deep serenity of a parental embrace, and I probably would have fallen back to sleep, except something told me that my mystery comforter was interested in more than being a father figure.

Something hard. Against my belly. Nudging me. Politely, it is true. It was the most courteous caress I have ever received from such a gallant member. Almost apologetic. If it could have talked, it would have said, "excuse me, pardon me, I do not mean to interrupt, but…" or words to that effect. But even without words, I comprehended the message.

However, I did not feel interrupted. I felt appreciated. And that is better than coffee. The cobwebs of drowsiness that had clouded my mind suddenly cleared. But just as I opened my mouth to let him know I was not as afraid anymore, his lips covered mine. And while he kissed me, starting out genteelly but growing bolder, his tongue moved at first tentatively, as if he thought I might bite him, then began thrusting deeply and stopping my heart.

Now he seemed to know what to do. I was in very good hands, and they traveled in the right direction as they explored my body with intentional unhurried thoroughness. No wonder the king had told me I would not be disappointed. As his mouth moved on mine, I could feel his long hair on my face and neck, slippery and fragrant, and was not surprised that it was so; I already knew this was an elf with me.

And he took his time to get me ready for him, it was nearly frustrating except he was so different from the fiercely demanding Elf-king, who was always raising the flames higher, that I was grateful and maddened simultaneously. I wanted him to hurry but I never wanted him to stop.

Deliberately and patiently, my mystery lover set a steady pace with me now that he had my attention. At times, it felt as if he was afraid to hurt me, or be hurt by me, while he touched me delicately as if I were a wild animal he was attempting to tame.

His mouth moved away from mine, over my throat and dto mto my breasts where it lingered in an agonizingly slow but utterly delicious fashion. And then his lips moved lower.

Keeping my hands on his shoulders, I was careful to avoid touching his hair, as his tongue traveled down over my belly. Soon it found its destination and he gently nudged my thighs apart with his face and began to lap greedily at the slick and sensitive area between them.

I parted my legs wider as his tongue made intricate maneuvers, over and around the pulsating center of my desire but never really right there, until I thought I would go mad, as he drove me close to losing control of myself. I had to put my fist over my mouth to keep from shrieking out loud.

It was hard not to push his face to me, I wanted to grab his hair and press him closer. Instead I lifted my hips, but his hands were stronger and they hee ste still while he continued to tease until I whimpered and writhed and begged him to release me or finish me. Instead he lifted himself above me, kneeling between my legs, and pressed his throbbing shaft against me, holding just the end of it outside of the hungry nether lips.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and tried to pull him closer to me, in vain. Nearly incoherent, I pleaded with him to come inside of me, if he wanted to, and not make me wait any longer.

As if waiting for my permission, he did just that, and with only a few powerful thrusts he entered me and buried himself to the hilt. As I clung to him with my thighs, a stifled groan I could almost feel more than hear from above me, as he held himself there, was nearly enough to send me over the edge.

With painstakingly executed measured strokes, and with superb self-control, he moved himself within me masterfully as he brought me to fulfillment, and I moaned in complete surrender as his firm rhythm brought me to climax. I kept my legs around him as he continued effortlessly towards his own conclusion.

Although he had remained nearly perfectly silent, except for that one barely muttered groan, in the end he had to push his face into the pillow beside us to muffle himself when he finally reached his peak and spilled himself over the edge. But he was not done with me, and now it seemed he was just getting started.

And soon I forgot about my weary day and just reveled in the expert care of my invisible mystery companion during our sexual adventuring for the rest of the night. I forgot why I was afraid.


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~ Sheraiah ~

Mirime returned bearing a large flask of fruit juice to replace the wine for my dinner, and the twins insisted that I eat. After staying long enough to ensure that I had stuffed myself to the gills, my guys left admonishing me to rest. I was wide awake by now, however and crept out of bed as soon as I was certain that they were far enough away not to hear me. I prowled the room, investigating the trunks and large wardrobe.

Legolas, it seemed, had been intending for some time to invite me to Mirkwood for the wardrobe and drawers were full of garments of a size to fit me. My own belongings had been carefully put in a separate wardrobe. I dug through them, finding my stash of jelly beans undisturbed. I kept the candies for emergencies mostly, in case I needed a quick boost of my blood sugar. I chuckled, wondering what Gimli would make of the colorful confections. I had two bags; perhaps I should introduce him to them.

Putting the candy back, I continued to rummage through my stuff until I found what I was looking for. As much as I loved the gown, the undies I had been put in had to go. Way too much fabric in the butt for this girl and they were giving me a wedgie.

I replaced them quickly and looked about for something like a hamper to put the discarded ones into. Failing that, I folded them and laid them neatly on the floor of the one wardrobe until I could ask where they went. I was halfway across them room when the door opened and Legolas walked in. I hesitated, not knowing how he was going to react to me being out of bed until his lips curved into a sensual smile.

"Lovely," he said, looking me up and down, "as I knew it would be. Especially with the light behind you so that I can see those wonderful curves under the gown." He walked toward me, his eyes never leaving me. "Are you recovered from the flight, lovely lady?" he asked as his hand lightly stroked my cheek.

"Yes," I replied softly. "I missed you, horny elf."

"I am sorry that I was not here when you woke," he said, drawing me into his arms. "I wanted to be."

"It's okay," I answered, in between nibbling his collarbone through his silk tunic. "You aren't on vacation anymore. I know you have a lot of responsibilities."

"All too true, but they are settled for now and I have the rest of the evening to spend with you." He laid tiny kisses along my neck as his hand slid slowly down my back to cup my rear end possessively. His caresses halted suddenly. "Rai, what are you wearing under the gown?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," I teased with a smug grin. His eyes had taken on that smoky look of desire again and I shivered appreciatively.

"It does not feel like the undergarments you would have been put in when Mirime dressed you," he stated, lightly running his hand over my derrière.

"No, it isn't," I replied, still wearing the smug grin. "Those things had way too much butt in them for me." His eyebrows rose and I felt him begin to draw the back of the gown up. His hand skimmed over the bare flesh that the underwear revealed and he smiled.

"Lovely," he said again, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. One hand remained on my bottom while the other stole up to tease my nipple through the fabric of the gown.

I impatiently undid the clasps of his tunic, parting it so that I could use my tongue on his smooth chest. A low growl sounded from his throat a smi smiled, my fingers working the laces of his breeches. I had no sooner gotten them undone and parted when he drew me over to a cushioned bench at the foot of the bed.

Legolas sat down, pulling me to stand between his thighs. He tugged my undies down and off and lifted the gown over my head, dropping it onto the bed behind him. His lips then found first one nipple and then the other, teasing and nibbling until I gasped. He lifted me, placing me on his lap facing him and straddling his legs. One hand held me steady, and the other trailed down to the core of me, stroking and drawing moans from my lips. He lifted his head, running his tongue along the edge of my ear.

"Such lusty sounds you make. Should I make you come first?" He whispered in my ear, his warm breath making me shiver. "Or should I have you ride me and come again and again until you are sated and exhausted?" His fingers delved deeper within me and I threw my head back, moaning. "Ai, how lovely you look spread on my lap and riding my fingers!" He shifted, withdrawing his fingers and I whimpered at the loss. He lifted me again, sliding me down upon his shaft and filling me. "Ride me now, my lady!"

I lost track of everything but the sensations flooding me and the delightful friction of his skin against mine, his hands gripping and stroking me, his lips and tongue on my ears, neck, and face. My own hands moved restlessly over his skin and tangled in his hair, my mouth seeking his or the tips of his ears. I lost all sense of everything that wasn't him or what our bodies were doing together. I climaxed, again and again as he had said, passing into a hazy, exhausted state with the last one only dimly aware that he had at last joined me...

I have no idea how long I was unaware, but in that time he had cleaned us both up and settled us under the covers in my bed. I snuggled close, nuzzling into his neck and murmuring contentedly. I felt him chuckle and poked him in the ribs.

"Not nice to tease," I said sleepily. "You were pretty loud too, you know."

"Lovely lady, I am not denying it. Once again, I am very glad that I share a bed with you," he replied, his lips brushing across my forehead.

"Mmmm, thank you for the clothes, Legolas. They're beautiful." I snuggled even closer.

"It was my pleasure, Rai. I wished to make you as welcome as I could once I got you here." He brushed his lips across my temple, nuzzling into my hair, his hands sliding down to cup my derrière again.

"I feel pretty damn welcome right now, horny elf," I giggled.

"Smart ass," he retorted, using a term he had heard me call Elrohir a few days earlier.
"Such language from a prince! Must be the rowdy human wench having a horrible influence on you," I shot back with another giggle.

"Mmmm, yes, as often as possible," he returned, lightly running his fingers over my hip. I laughed again and he joined me. "Sleep now, Rai," he said when we had both calmed. "You are weary." He sang to me until I drifted into a deep sleep.

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