Into the World of Elves

Ch 7 – Wake ups.

Apparently Legolas wanted her on a horse because that was where he had her everyday for the past two weeks. This morning was to be no different expect for the fact that Temp had overslept.

“Ah!” She sighed as she dreamed of hands massaging her aching backside. Magic fingers tenderly worked the bruised flesh and muscle. The hands applied the perfect amount of pressure, making her muscles melt with ease. Then hand’s touch changed from a massage to a caress. Her skin tingled as they moved over her bare flesh.

“Mmmm.” She groaned with pleasure, as the imaginary hands moved down to her thighs. Temperance dreamed of whom those wonderful hands could belong to and let out another pleased groan. Slowly they moved up her body again giving her bottom the lovely treatment it had received earlier. On the fantasy went as the dream hands moved up towards her chest. Then she felt the bed shift and stiffen.

“Those hands are real!” Temperance’s mind bellowed in shock. Again the bed shifted as the owner of the shameful hands moved away but not before caressing her one more time.

“OH!” She grasped in astonishment. How dare someone touch her like that! Temperance bolted up, turning to face the intruder.

“LEGOLAS!!!!!!” She shouted at the grinning elf, perched on her bed.

“Yes, Temperance?” He asked nonchalantly.

“HOW DARE YOU COME INTO MY ROOM?” Temp roared outraged and embarrassed. Legolas simply shrugged and continued to grin.

“You!” She growled, taking a pillow in hand and rising to her feet. Looking down she made sure her nightgown’s hem had settled around her ankles. Then Temperance slowly drew her arm back readying herself to strike. Legolas watched her, the smiled leaving his face.

“Temperance……..” He warned. It was Temp’s turn to grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“AH!” Legolas cried as a pillow came flying at his face. So great was the force behind the pillow, that he was flung backwards onto the bed. Then Temp continued to bombard the stunned elf until he cried truce.

“Enough Temperance!” Legolas called out between hits of the heavy feather pillow.

“That will teach you to barge into a girl’s room.” Temp said grinning down at Legolas and the picture he made. She stifled a giggle at his unkempt hair, blonde locks stuck out everywhere.

“Yes, next time, I’ll be more careful.” He returned with a little grin. Before Temp could think to run Legolas’s arm shot out to wrap around her knees, bending them so she fell.

“YAAA!” She cried as she landed flat on her back. Temp rolled to her knees and tried to crawl away.

“Not so fast, Temperance.” He said as he latched on to her ankle once more. Temp kicked out knocking him away. This only deepened Legolas’s resolve. So the two ended up in a wrestling match on the bed. The pair struggled ineffectually as Legolas tried to hold her in place. Both laughing and crying out in triumph, when they stopped the other from their cause.

“I’ve got you!” Legolas crowed in delight when he had her pinned to the bed.

“Damn it!” Temp swore, her chest heaving from exertion. She glared at him because he wasn’t even breathing hard. He beamed down at her.

“Smile Temperance, it’s only a small loss.” He taunted above her.

“Grrrrrr.” Temperance growled in anger and began to struggle once more. He only laughed enjoying the fact that he was three times as strong as her.

“Its no use Temperance. You’ll never break free. You are well caught.” He murmured softly to her. She watched in mixed excitement and horror as his lips slowly descended towards hers.

“Not so fast, Elf.” She thought as she bucked against him, taking advantage of his distracted state.

“Shit!” Legolas yipped as he was dislodged from his position.

“HA!” Temp laughed as she clamored away from Legolas. He followed unwilling to give up his war. Yet again the friendly battle began but this time it was cut short by an unexpected arrival.

“TEMPERANCE!” was called sharply from across the room. The twosome turned to look aghast upon the face of Elrond. They scrambled out of the bed realizing how it must have looked to an interloper, them rolling about in a bed. They straightened their clothes and ran fingers through their hair trying to restore some semblance of order to their disheveled appearances. Elrond eyes them with both anger and disapproval. They fidgeted nervously under his gaze.

“You may go Legolas.” Elrond stated, nodding his release. Legolas sent Temperance a pitying look and moved towards the door.

“I’ll be down for our ride in a few moments.” She called as he neared the door.

“You will not, you will be taking lessons on Etiquette.” Both Legolas and Temperance looked as if he had lost his mind.

“Etiquette?” Temperance frowned. Elrond turned to look at Legolas, who quickly exited the room.

“Yes, etiquette.” Elrond said, looking her up and down.

“Why?” Temperance demanded.

“Your behavior has not been that of your station. You have been acting like a human.” He declared as if that were the worst thing possible.

“I AM A HUMAN!” She raged, offended beyond belief. Elrond arched a brow at her, and then turned to Larien, who was hovering just outside the door.

“See that your mistress is dressed and down in the Hall in no more than twenty minutes.” Elrond ordered the maid. Temperance closed her eyes and counted to ten.

“I am getting tired of your comments! Elrond you will tell me wha………..” Temperance started but by the time she was done Elrond had already vacated the room.

“This place sucks major my toy toes.” She declared, her anger now deflated. Larien sent her an apologetic smile and went to fetch a dress for Temperance to wear.

“Can’t I even have breakfast first?” Temperance asked as Larien shoved a dress over her head.

“I’m afraid not. Lord Elrond said you were to be down in the Hall for your lesson in twenty minutes. You daren’t risk incur his wrath once more. The next time he may not be so easy.” The maid warned as she combed out Temperance’s ratty hair.

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“Etiquette? I don’t need etiquette. I act just fine!” She grumbled fifteen minutes later as she made her way through the corridors.

“You have a little fun with a good-looking elf in your bed and suddenly you’re the worst person in the world.” She huffed angrily, rubbing her stomach.

“ I wonder if I have time to get something from the kitchen.” Her stomach growled ly. ly.

“Better not risk it. To the Hall we go.” She continued to talk to herself until she reached the entryway to what she liked to call, “ The Hell”

“Hello? Is anyone here?” Temp called to the seemingly empty hall.

“You are acting like a human. Well how the Feck else am I suppose to act?” She huffed, looking around for her “teacher”.

“Like an elf.” Someone standing just behind her answered regally.

“YIPE!” Temp yelped as she pivoted to the speaker. Her eyes widen with shock and dismay.

“YOU’RE going to be giving me etiquette lessons?”