Scenes from a Life

Author's notes: Timeline: September 20th, TA 3013 (this chapter); AU; This takes place in the evening, the day after the events of "Amends".

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"Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!"

William Shakespeare (Romeo and Juliet)
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The best room in the inn of "the Town" did not differ much from the other rooms. It was twice as large, which could seem luxurious, but it also meant that it was more difficult to heat and thus not necessarily more comfortable to its inhabitant than a smaller room.

That did not bother the stern Elf-king who stayed there now, but he regarded the rustic pine furniture and the woven bed linen with contempt. They were crude to him, like anything the race of Men could offer. Crude and simple, even if he had to admit that there were some things that could be enjoyed, after all, like that servant girl. She had been a welcome distraction, but he longed to get his errand over with and go back to his realm as soon as possible. If only this wretched rain would cease!

Hearing someone in the corridor approaching his room, he stood in the darkest corner and waited for the door to open. Could it be the girl again? Thranduil licked his lips in anticipation.

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"So, you've come back for more, have you? And my, you're going to get it!" Thranduil hissed into her ear.

Eadhild had thought the room empty and was startled by his sudden appearance. She turned around quickly and, backing away, glanced at him. He was wearing the same black clothes as the day before, and looked just as intimidating, but she was less afraid of him now. After all, what he had done to her had been a pleasant, if overwhelming, experience. But that did not mean that she was comfortable with being alone with him. She stared at her clogs and spoke, hesitantly:

"Eh, no my lord, I was just going to clean this table for you and..."

"Don't you pretend to be so innocent, slut!" His voice was hard at first, but became more mocking as he continued. "I could hear you yesterday with those young ones... and from the sound of it I'm sure you enjoyed yourself greatly! Pray tell, which of them had you first? Or perhaps you didn't even notice? Blinded by your lusts as you were!"

Thranduil enjoyed watching her as she squirmed, trying to come up with a suitable answer... and failing. So he was right! It was her he had heard... the little tart... but she was indeed fairly passable, for a human. It excited him that she didn't know who he was...it would make this game all the more enjoyable as she was going to submit not to his rank, but to his talents of persuasion...

Eadhild didn't know what to say. The Elf didn't look as though he was going to care anyway. The stern face, the black tunic and leather breeches that accentuated his feline grace... he looked like a predator, she thought. She could have bolted for the door, or at least tried, but she found herself pinned to the spot by his piercing eyes.

He slowly moved around her, lithe and lethal like the big cats that roamed the lush forests of Harad stalking their prey. Finally he stood behind her again, breathing heavily into her ear, his body pressed against hers. She could feel his arousal against her backside but managed to control the impulse to press back against him. It was not going to happen again.

"Do you remember this?" he whispered, slowly sliding a hand up under her skirt. "Or this?" He cupped a breast while the other hand continued to caress her thigh.

"Please let me go, my lord!" she blurted out, trying to collect herself. "I didn't mean to disturb you and I am very sorry and shall leave now!" She freed herself from his loose grip and took a step towards the door.

"Oh, but you have disturbed me indeed, little mortal", the Elven king answered, his voice now a deep purr. "And you are going to pay for that..." Fast as lightening, one hand pinched her nipple, hard, as to make his point, while the other caught her wrists, securing them firmly behind her back.

"You deserve to be punished", he said, as he continued his assault on her body. The large hand was stroking along her inner thigh now, making it difficult to answer. 'I don't deserve anything', she wanted to protest, but couldn't get any more than "I..." over her lips. "Shush", he said, "You know that you deserve it... you need it", he continued, hand between her legs now, dangerously close to her folds that were getting slick fast, against her will, "but you need not fear, I will not hurt you... just yet", he added in a silky voice that was much more frightening than if he had been yelling at her at the top of his voice.

Eadhild just stood there, still, but squirming inside. She had closed her eyes tight, as if that would make him go away, as if she could wake up and it would all be a dream and there would be no strong fingers threatening to discover her wanton arousal any moment now. And then she felt a fingertip against her swollen nub, brushing against it just for a second and making her jump, before it found its way between her folds, gliding back and forth, making it impossible to stand still. Eyes still shut, she began to move, ever so slightly, in order to make that single fingertip touch her most sensitive spot again. Had she opened her eyes, she would have seen Thranduil´s sardonic smile broaden to a leering grin for a short while, before his handsome face grew stern again as he jerked his hand back.

"Undress me!" he barked suddenly, letting go of her wrists. "My lord?", she said with a bewildered look from now wide open eyes, backing away from him. "You heard what I said. Come here!" he commanded. Since she was used to doing as she was told, she didn't think twice, only complied silently. Hesitantly, she started to remove his tunic, feeling the silky material between her fingers.

Despite the situation, she couldn't help noticing its quality and think that this single item of clothing probably was worth more than what she would earn in a year. It didn't feel right to let this fine garment touch the, not too clean, floor, but the Elf had made it quite clear that he would have his will done instantly. She had to resist the impulse to fold it neatly at put it on the bed.

When the tunic was lying in a puddle on the floor he told her to touch him, to run her fingers over his chest, which she did, hesitantly at first but then more freely as she began to enjoy the feeling of his hard muscles under her hands. She even dared to caress one delicate ear, running her finger around the edge of it. Hearing him emit a little gasp, she stood on her toes to lick gently and suckle at the soft lobe.

"Enough!" he said harshly, as if afraid that he was going to loose control. He would not let her take over! "There are other ...parts of my body that require attention as well", he said in a softer voice, with a meaningful glance towards his crotch. Tentatively she started to rub her hand over the sign of his arousal. "Mmmm", he moaned and motioned for her to unlace his breeches, which she did. His manhood appeared before her in all its regal glory.

"On your knees!" Eadhild did as he said. Though not very experienced, she wasn't totally naive and could easily guess what he wanted. She stroked and fondled him with her hands and then leaned into him, feeling that his musky scent added to her arousal.

Teasingly she ran her tongue across his inner thighs, carefully avoiding to let her lips touch his hardness. "Do it!" He grabbed her hair, tilting her head up to force her to look at him. His eyes were dangerously dark now. "Don't keep me waiting, woman, just do it!" And she did. She licked steadily up and down his shaft and finally took the tip into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue as she continued to touch him with her hands.

Perhaps it would end with this, she thought. Perhaps he would come in her mouth and that would be it; then she could go on with her duties. She wasn't sure what she wanted anymore.

But Thranduil was. And he was not going to let her get away that easily. Working hard to maintain his self-control he pushed her away and told her to take off her clothes and walk over to the bed.

When she was done, she found him naked, lying on his back. "Now you will give freely what I had to take last time we met", he drawled as she climbed onto the bed.

Being dominated like this had aroused her even though he had barely touched her. She was following orders and didn't have to listen to her mixed emotions. She straddled him, at first only sitting on his lap, feeling his arousal against her. She leaned forward, letting him feel her nipples rubbing against his chest, and licked at his right ear again. She grabbed his silky hair, allowed herself to just experience the feeling of running it between her fingers. So smooth, so beautiful.... Sensing his impatience she backed down again and took him into her warmth. Sliding up and down she impaled herself on him again and again and again... in a soft and steady rhythm that soon wasn't enough for either of them.

Then, suddenly Thranduil made his move. He had lulled her into security, letting her think that she was in control now... but oh, how she was mistaken! Using his force and flexibility he quickly reversed their positions, thrusting hard into her for some seconds, then flipping her over onto her stomach.

"Did you think I wouldn't have you writhing under me?" he hissed leaning heavily over her.
"Did you think you could master me for even a second?"

He backed away a little, pulling her to stand on her elbows and knees. He pushed her thighs apart with a knee and put his hand between her legs, briefly touching her little nub and then slowly sliding a long finger into her, making her moan loudly.

"You like this...perhaps you would like some more?" he purred.

"Yes, my lord", she whispered.

"What did you say?" He would have her beg for him to take her.

"I want more. Please!"

"Oh, you do?" he teased.

"Yes, my lord...please!" she whimpered with a hint of desperation in her voice.

"Then more you shall have," he finally said with a roar as he entered her and started to thrust into her violently, letting her feel all his pent-up ferocity. She let go of all thoughts, concentrating on this feeling of total surrender, of being totally at his mercy, of his strong body moving against hers, of his manhood sliding in and out of her, of her own burning lust.

With a last load moan he came and they both slumped down onto the bed, he with an arm around her waist in an uncharacteristically tender embrace. She rested for some minutes, allowing herself to enjoy the bliss of satisfaction, then quietly slipped out of the bed and dressed quickly. Her chores were not nearly done, and it would not do to linger here.
Seeing the Elf stir, she asked coolly: "Would you be requiring anything else tonight, my lord?"

"No. But you may bring my breakfast tomorrow... slut" he replied, dismissing her with a smirk.

Eadhild was smiling to herself when she closed the door behind her. She did not believe that the Elf was as bad as he sounded, and she was almost looking forward to seeing him again. Almost.