Of Pleasure and Peril

Of Pleasure and Peril

Chapter Nine/?

By: Tasmia Gaylord

Beta: Novelin

Rating: Hard NC 17

Warning: graphic S&M type situations but not too

harsh, explicit sex

Disclaimer: The Tolkein characters are borrowed for

private use in this story, I do not claim to own them

and have no intentions of profiting from them

Summary: King Thranduil meets his match in his

private punishment chamber with amazing consequences

for all parties involved

Pairings: Thranduil/OFC, Legolas/OFC, Elrond/OFC

Haldir/OFC and perhaps some others, who knows?

Feedback: Post it here or you can send me an email

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Sayri had never seen her father in such a state before

this day and she had seen her father angry, annoyed or

frustrated many, many times. But, as she stood

chatting with Thole outside of the main hallway before

the entrance to the Royal chambers, she was almost

frightened when her father came bursting out of the

private chambers behind them, rushed up towards the

head house elf, grabbed him by the collar with both

hands, and jerked him nearly off of the floor as he

growled, "Where is she?"

Thole's eyes shifted back towards the private area as

he dithered out, "She? Your highness? Do you mean the

elleth, Tulare? Oh, she, she should be in your room,

your majesty, at least she was there the last time I

looked."

"Which was when?" demanded the King with tight lips

and clenched jaw.

"M, m, m, moment ago, Sire, right before..." he

stopped mid-sentence clearly afraid to say anything

further.

"Right before what?" said the king after tightening

his grip on the shaking elf's tunic front? Thole

fairly danced on tip toe and Sayri wondered if her

father was going to strike the loyal house elf and if

she should try to prevent it or if she would even

dare.

"Th, th, th, the...Arthame's house elf, Averfad, she

was here trying to get a peek at the maiden, but I

shooed her away, your highness,” Thole looked to

Sayri with desperation in his fear maddened eyes but

Thranduil calmed down immediately and relaxed his grip

slightly.

"So," he said with relief in his suddenly softer

voice, "she has gone home to her mother, that is

good." A slight grimace passed swiftly over his

features before he continued, "Go, immediately, and

give my apologies to Tulare and her mother for not

returning her sooner, as I meant, and tell them they

have nothing to fear. Then go find Arthame; I want a

word with him." He released Thole who happily backed

out of the hallway while bowing repeatedly and

yammering, "Yes, your highness, right away, your

majesty..." and then turned to flee down the stairs

towards the common living areas.

Thranduil turned to his daughter, who willed her face

to be as bland and innocent as possible, and peered

closely into her eyes. "Why do I have the feeling

that you had something to do with this?" he asked

gently. Sayri looked at the floor, then at her hands,

then at his chest, then back to the floor as she knew

she could never lie to her father but she was afraid

to tell him the truth about her part in the elleth's

disappearance. He tucked a bent forefinger under her

chin and lifted her face to his. "Sayri?" he said

softly.

"Father," Sayri blurted out once she looked into his

eyes, "the wood elf said she just wanted to see Tulare

so she could go back and tell her mother that she was

not being harmed. I had no idea she was going to take

her home but I am glad that she did." Sayri jutted

her chin at the king who could not stay angry long with

his little elf princess. He chuckled at her youthful

defiance and was happy to find that at least one of

his children was willing to thwart him when he was

being unreasonable. He ruffled her raven tresses and

hugged her to him briefly. It was mainly due to her

that he had changed his mind about holding the elleth

prisoner for when he watched Tulare first rejecting

and then enjoying her breakfast earlier that day; she

had reminded him too much of his daughter and her

similar childish eating habits and his sexual desire

had been dampened accordingly.

"You're heart is still too soft, melamin, for such

intrigues. You are too easily fooled by a sad story or

a long face for a proper princess with serious royal

duties to perform about my kingdom, I will have to

figure out a way to toughen your skin without breaking

your playful spirit," he teased her with a mock

sternness in his voice for they both knew he would

never lift a finger to harm her or frighten her.

They were turning to enter the private areas once

again when Thole came rushing up behind them, his face

pale and agitated, with disturbing news, "She is not

with her mother, Sire, and her mother has not seen the

wood elf since last evening and was not even aware of

her desire to gain entrance and visit Tulare let alone

complicit in any plans to rescue her." Thranduil's

eyes glittered suddenly while he looked about

anxiously as if he would find the elleth and her housemaid

standing in plain sight nearby.

"She is probably hiding somewhere within the caverns

in fear, not that I blame her, please send a small

search party around to find her. I do not want a big

fuss being made, just a few clever elves should do,

and tell them if they find her to deliver her safely

to her mother with my compliments." Thole raced off

while Thranduil took Sayri by the shoulders and drew

her into the royal chambers along side of him. They

entered his private rooms and he sat her down on the

long padded bench beside the fireplace and stood in

front of her for a moment in silence. Finally he

said, "Sayri, did the elf maiden tell you what she was

planning to do with Tulare?"

"Only that she was worried about her because she had

never spent a night away from her own bed before and

that her mother had cried all night for fear her

daughter would be kept prisoner forever and she would

never see her again." Sayri was confused over her

father's concern for the young elleth who obviously

ran away at the first chance she was given. Most of

the other elleths who her father entertained within

his sleeping chambers had to eventually be removed

physically afterwards or they would have stayed

forever if they had their own say in the matter. At

the very least they had all been spared the usual

tearful pleas for permission to stay just a bit longer

in the presence of the king from one of his female

guests? She looked up at him puzzled while he

remained again silent before her for a moment as if

lost in thought before sitting beside her and taking

one of her small hands into his own.

"Cried all night..." he repeated softly to himself.

He looked at Sayri, "But how could she know this if

the mother had not seen either of them...?" he stopped

as he realized his daughter did not need to be

involved in this situation any more than she already

had been. "Never mind, " he smiled and stood, "Thole

will find her, and return her, of that I have no doubt;

are you hungry? Have you lunched?" He clapped his

hands and the room was soon swarming with serving

elves and plates were laid and the candles upon the

dining table were lit. Sayri breathed a sigh of

relief at the return to normal afternoon activities

and she happily sat at her place while her father

paced silently before platters of food large enough to

feed a small army were brought in and set out before
m.
m.

But Sayri could tell all through the meal that her

father was distracted and irritable and she ate

silently and watched him with growing concern. She

sent up silent prayers to the Valar that the elf

maiden would be found and delivered home safely so

that her father would relax and enjoy his private

peaceful time alone with her. He scowled often into

his wine goblet and picked at his plate and she sighed

loudly several times without catching his attention.

It was most disturbing. She kept reminding herself

that it was only a matter of time before they heard

good news while she felt increasingly guilty over her

deliberate misbehavior. Keeping Thole occupied long

enough for Averfad to slip into the forbidden area to

pay a quick visit with Tulare had seemed harmless

enough at the time but the consequences were starting

to alarm her as her father sank deeper and deeper into

a gloomy silence.

Hours passed but Thole did not find Tulare and neither

did any of the other searchers who peeked and poked

into every corner and hole that they could find while

they padded quietly up and down the long tunnels and

steep stairways with torches in hand. It was evening,

and the sunlight that poured into the King's private

rooms in great, mote filled circles during the day,

grew dim and bluish when the last of the search party

returned to report they had had no success in locating

either Tulare or Averfad. The only other thing to

report was the theft of a small river craft that had

been tied to the docking area in the underground

loading area for the River Running, which flowed

beneath the kingdom. But Thranduil did not have time

to ponder this latest clue before Thole announced that

Arthame had been located and was waiting in the King's

throne room as directed.

"Maybe he has information about this mystery that I am

not privy to..." muttered the king as he took his

leave of his daughter and went to speak with his

former treasurer.

Sayri returned to her own private rooms and ate her

evening meal alone. She wished Legolas would return

soon as he would be able to explain her father's

unusual behavior to her, she was sure of that, and

possibly help Ada find his missing elf maiden.


She had tried to say more than just a "welcome home"

greeting to him when he and the Ranger twins had made

their brief stop to home the night before. She had

managed to throw her arms about his neck and give him

quick kisses on his cheek before he gently unwrapped

her arms and introduced her to his grinning, dark

haired companions. She had never before met the sons

of Elrond, or Elrond himself for that matter, but the

legend of their relentlessly fierce and unending noble

pursuit of orcs to slaughter, after the mistreatment

of their fair mother, Celebrain, at their beastly

hands, was well known among all the elves of Mirkwood

proper.

She thought them dazzling in their Ranger attire, so

unlike the usual elf garb of her knowledge, with

swords at their hips instead of bows at their backs

and helms made of mithril tucked beneath their arms.

She curtseyed demurely at their salute and felt her

face grow red with embarrassment as they complimented

her on her beauty and grace.

"They say the King keeps his most marvelous treasures

hid far underground and now I know that the tale is

true, " said the one named Elladan with a twinkle in

his eyes as he grinned down at the tiny elf princess.


"And for such a treasure to be kept hidden is, truly,

a sin against Arda," said the other twin, Elrohir.

But that was the extent of her audience with her

brother, and his Rivendell visitors, for Legolas

guided her out the door and asked her to return to her

rooms and wait for him there. He promised to come and

see her as soon as he was finished talking with their

father. She took one last glance from the corner of

her eye back into the room at the handsome elves

within before racing to her chamber while giggling

into her hand. One of them, Elladan, had winked at

her! She threw herself on her bed and turned to face

the ceiling while her heart pounded gaily and she

replayed the introductions, the compliments, and the

wink, in her mind again and again and again until she

at last fell asleep.

When she awoke the next day she was saddened to hear

that her brother and father had left the kingdom but

she was even sadder that she had been denied another

glimpse of the dashing twins while they were still

within the castle the night before. She decided to

ask her father to invite them for her 200th birth

celebration and spent most of the day imagining them

sitting at either side of her while the feast

commenced, and what she would say to them and what

they would say to her, and she hugged herself often

with joy at her plans. But that had all been

forgotten when she discovered Averfad hiding in the

shadows outside the entrance to the royal chambers and

unwittingly helped the wood elf smuggle the elleth,

Tulare, from the area.

But while she ate her evening meal she remembered the

handsome sons of Elrond and wondered when she would

get a chance to ask her father for more information

about them. 'Soon, I hope' she giggled to herse