Legolas' Found Treasure

A/N: I forgot to mention that this story is being written by me and nadriede_cede@yahoo.com Sorry girl!

She nodded slowly, trying to scoot a little closer to him without his
noticing. Legolas did notice though, and his heart soared, thrilled
at having gained her trust. He smiled and thought about reaching out
to touch her, but decided not to push things. "I have some stew
there in the pot." He told her. "Would you like some?" She nodded
and her stomach gave a great rumble, causing a sweet giggle to escape
from her lips.

Legolas' heart melted at the sound of her laughter, and he laughed
too, shaking his head. "All right fiery one. You sit right there
and I will bring you a bowl. I have no spoons, so you will just have
to sip it." He told her as he got up and went to the pot that hung
over the fire. Narya watched as he got a bowl and began to spoon
some of the hot stew into the bowl with a ladle. He blew on the hot
mixture for a moment, then got up and walked over to her. "I suppose
you can use the ladle to eat with if you do not wish to drink from
the bowl." He said as he handed it to her.

"Thank you." Narya whispered, suddenly feeling shy. She sipped from
the bowl and sighed happily. "This is very good." She told him,
again scooting a very wee bit closer. She truly wanted to be held,
but would not ask.

"I'm glad you are enjoying it." Legolas said and he sat back
down. "You do not want to use the ladle?" She shook her head no.
She could have cared less whether there was utensils or not, she was
just eternally grateful for the food. It wasn't often she had been
fed at her home and hoped her ribs, which rather stuck out, had not
been noticed when she was bare and upended over the handsome Elf's
lap. She blushed as she realized she had just called him handsome.

"All right." Legolas muttered, noticing her blush and wondering what
caused it. He also noticed how she continued to scoot closer to
him. "Are you cold, fiery one?" He asked.

Narya shook her head no, not sure if that was ok or not, then
shivered as a breeze hit her. "Yes." She whispered, her slight body
shivering from the wind.

He smiled. "I have a blanket. Why don't I get it for you, and you
can wrap it around you, and after you eat I will hold you and keep
you warm." Narya eyed him for a moment. "If you would allow me too,
of course." He added quickly, not wanting to scare her.

Her face clouded over with thought, and she felt very nervous, but
slowly nodded. "Please." She said softly, watching him carefully
again.

He noticed the nervous look and his heart twinged. "Good, then I
shall." He said, trying to be careful and not frighten her. He got
up to get the blanket and approached her with it, draping it over her
shoulders and wrapping it around her. "Better?" He asked.

Narya nodded, feeling very much like a little child being lovingly
cared for. She wasn't a child of course, but it felt good this time
to rather feel like one. She hurriedly finished her soup, wanting to
be held. "May I be held now?" she asked with a questioning look,
making sure it was still all right. His eyes went wide at the way
she asked that, like she thought he would suddenly get mad and strike
her.

"Of course, little one. I would like nothing better. But let us sit
on the ground, and rest against the log here." He said, and sat down
slowly, fearing if he moved too fast he would scare her. She didn't
seem scared though, and he smiled and patted the spot beside him,
inviting her to struggle up next to him.

She slowly moved and curled up beside him, keeping pressure off her
bottom, and laid her head against his side. "It hurts." She
whispered, looking up at him.

He sighed and flinched inwardly, knowing what she meant. "I know
little one, and I am sorry. But you were being so awful. Can you
really blame me? I did not like doing it, you know."

"May I rub it?" Narya asked uncertainly, hurt filling her eyes with
tears at the word awful.

Legolas stared at her, shocked that she had asked permission to rub
her own bottom. Her uncle must have been a monster. He also noticed
the hurt look in her eyes, and he wondered what caused it. "No, you
may not. I will put more cream on it so you will not have to rub
it." She ducked her head when told she could not rub, then with a
slight wince, moved her sore body to lay across his knees again.

"I did not tell you could not rub it to be mean, Narya." He told her
as he got the jar of cream out once I again. "I suppose.....I just
felt bad that you had to rub it, and I wanted to make it easier for
you. Do you understand that?" He asked as he bared her behind once
more and began to apply the cream.

"Yes." She answered quickly, her voice riddled with urgency. She
really didn't understand it, but saying 'no' to a direct question had
never been an option for her. "Really hurts." She whimpered, tears
stinging her eyes.

"I know baby. I will rub it for you, if you want me to." He said,
having applied the cream. "Shall I?" He asked after a pause.

She nodded slowly. "Baby?" Narya repeated softly, very confused.

He heard her and frowned. "I am sorry....I....it was just a
endearment that slipped. I did not mean to offend you." Legolas
said as he began to slowly rub her cute little bottom.

"You didn't offend me.... just.…" She sighed and closed her mouth,
rather leaning her small bottom into his gentle touch.

"Just what?" He asked, running his hand over her rear. It was still
very hot, and he could only imagine how badly it pained her. "You
are not use to being called such names?"

Narya nodded. "Just bad things." She whispered, wishing her behind
would cool off some. "Is it supposed to be hot?" She asked,
squirming just a wee bit.

Just bad things? He thought. How terrible. "Yes, I'm afraid it
is." He said in answer to her question. "You uncle never spanked
you, or your parents?"

She shook her head no. "Never. I am sorry, is that bad?"

Legolas started, shocked at her question. "Well.....I do not know.
It would have been better if your uncle just spanked you instead of
beating you, but....."His voice trailed off, not knowing what else to
say.

Narya shivered at the thought. "Then I would not have a backside
left." She admitted seriously.

Legolas froze at that. Oh Valor. He thought. This girl has been
through so much. He squeezed his eyes shut, fury raging in his
veins. How he wished he had that uncle of hers in front of him right
now. He would show him what pain really was. "I am so sorry,
baby." He told her. He began rubbing her bottom again, thinking
about the terrible heat in it. "I have some cool water with me. I
can take a rag and soak it in that and put it on your bottom, to ease
the heat, if you wish."


"Please?" She half begged. "That is ok? You would do that?" She
felt very confused. "This is very.... difficult." She decided.

"Difficult?" Legolas repeated. "Why is it difficult?"

"I am confused." She paused. "I'm sorry!" She squeaked.

"Narya, you do not have to be sorry. I am confused too. I suppose
you are like this because of your life. No one has ever been this
nice to you before?"

"Not since I was very small, when my parents were alive." She
admitted. It was very hard to remember them anymore, as she had been
barely twenty years when they had died.

"Poor Narya. Well, things have changed. You are going to have to
start getting use to me being nice to you. Now, if you want me to
put a cool cloth on you, you need to get up and let me get it ready
for you."

She nodded and stood, being ing to look rather sleepy. "Why are you
nice?" She asked honestly.

Legolas paused, glancing at her. "Why am I nice?" He asked,
confused again. "Now that is a question. Well, I am nice because I
like to make people happy. I am nice because I want people to be
nice to me. And I am nice to you because you are sweet and
charming." He told her, and playfully tweaked her button nose before
standing up and going over to his water supply.

Narya giggled a little as he tweaked her nose. "I think I like
you." She announced softly.
golagolas smiled as he came back with a soft cloth soaked in cool
water. "I think I like you too, Narya." He told her as he sat back
down.

"Over your lap again?" She asked, blushing.

Legolas laughed. "It would be easier, don't you think? Not to
mention more comfortable for you."

She blushed once more, embarrassed and feeling stupid. She eased
down over his lap again. "I am sorry." Narya whispered.

"What are you sorry for now, baby?" He asked as he studied her pert
little bottom. Carefully he pressed the cloth against her skin,
hoping he would not cause her too much pain.

She squirmed a little, but the cold felt wonderful. "That I'm
awful." She whispered, then yawned.

Legolas sighed, remembering his earlier words. "I am sorry I said
that, Narya. I did not mean to hurt you with those words." He
paused, running the cloth over her red skin. "Do you for me? me?"

"It doesn't matter." She lied softly. It did matter, and she had no
idea why.

"Yes Narya, it does matter." Legolas insisted firmly. "How you feel
matters to me. Talk to me, baby. I will not get mad at you."

"It hurt, a lot, and I don't know why." She sniffled. "I have been
called much worse." She admitted.

"It hurt so badly because the cruel words you've heard most of your
life came from a person that did not care about your feelings. You
knew at once that I was different, didn't you?" Legolas sighed. "I
apologize, from the bottom of my heart, for hurting you in that way
Narya. I beg your forgiveness."

She nodded. "All right.... can.... can you hold me?" Narya asked,
her eyes filling with tears. It had been such a trying day and she
was so tired and sore all over, not just on her poor bottom, and she
wanted to feel safe.

"Thank you baby, for your forgiveness. And yes, I cold old you, and
I will. I take it that your bottom feels better then?"

She nodded, a few tears sliding down her face. "Thank you." She
whispered, her words very heartfelt.

"You are very welcome baby." He whispered back as he helped her sit
up again. Tossing the cloth away, he drew her into his lap and held
her tightly, cuddling her. "It is time to sleep, my fiery one."
Legolas told her softly as she yawned. "Tomorrow the sun will shine,
and you will be safe with me, forever. You will journey with me to
Rivendell, where you will see wonderful things and meet many
beautiful and kind Elves who will love you like family. How does all
that sound to you?"

"Wonderful." She whispered, drifting off into sleep.

"Good." He whispered back. "That is what your life will be from now
on. Wonderful. Just wonderful." He watched as she slipped into
dreamland, and with one last kiss on her lips he quietly joined her.