Legolas' Found Treasure

Disclaimer: I own Narya and nothing else.
Warning: contains corporal punishment
Author's note: a slightly AU story following the events of the movies (minues the Elves sailing away)

A slight Elf maiden was rather stumbling through the woods in the
dark, treading much too heavy for the normal Elf. She spotted a
light and tried to hurry towards it, her breathing rather ragged,
when suddenly she tripped and fell flat on her face, causing so much
noise that Legolas Greenleaf, who was sitting in his camp, jumped up
from the log he sat upon, scanning the forest around him intently,
listening with his keen Elven ears.

She got up, creating more noise, and continued to head towards the
light of what was a fire, hoping to find some warmth and perhaps a
little food for her journey. She stumbled along, half blinded by
tears, desperate to get warm and be safe. Little did she know she
wasn't going to get much of that soon. Out of the blue something
large and very strong slammed right into her, wrapping arms of steel
around her. It was Legolas of course, an Elf like her, but she
didn't notice that, so scared was she already.

"Release me!" She shouted, reaching for a dagger hidden inside her
gown. She pulled it out, and it glistened in the moonlight. Legolas
saw it and his eyes went wide. With one arm still wrapped around the
small girl, he started to reach out to grab the dagger from her. She
took a swipe at him with it, missing by a long shot, and made a
frustrated growl before trying again.

Legolas blocked her blow easily enough, and watched the girl
intently. She had a fire in her eyes that he had never seen before,
and he found it intriguing. She wrestled in his grasp, with a
surprising amount of strength for such a small female Elf, still
trying to stab him. "Let me go or so help me I'll..... I'll...."
She stopped talking, not sure of a suitable threat.

"I believe you are in no position to do much of anything, little
one." Legolas replied, his blue sparkling with laughter. He found
her struggle amusing.

She landed a solid crack across his face with her small hand. "You
arrogant fool, I demand to be released!" She continued struggling,
this time coming much closer to nicking his chest with the dagger.

Shocked, Legolas rubbed the cheek she struck, still holding her
tightly, and finally he got the dagger out of her hand and tossed it
away. "You have a strong fist, little one. But tell me why I should
release you? You come charging into my camp like some drunk Orc with
no explanation. How do I know if you are friend or enemy?"

"I WILL be an enemy if I am not released!" She shouted angrily,
cracking his face again and attempting to kick him.

Annoyed, Legolas growled as he moved out of the way of her kick just
in time. "You are very beautiful, but very rude and stubborn. I
demand some kind of explanation from you!"

"I do NOT answer to you sir!" She shot back, nearly ducking under
and out of his grasp.

"Since I am your only hope out here for food and warmth, you had
better change your thoughts on that, little one." Legolas advised
her as he tightened his grip on her.

"I am not a little one and your hurting me." Her voice grew more
urgent and scared despite trying to fight it, and a whimper escaped
her lips.

Sighing, he relaxed his grip on her just a little. "You are a little
one, little one." Legolas said, and the girl could hear a smile in
his voice. "And you are also rather naughty, I might add."

"I am not!" She said, sounding more childish then before. This time
her kick hit its target: his shin.

Legolas groaned loudly as the pain coursed through his leg all the
way to his knee, and he tightened his grip on the brat once
again. "Clearly whoever raised you never punished you properly." He
said. "I bet not once in your life have you felt a strong hand on
your bare backside, have you?"

She gasped as she attempted to jerk away from him. "Don't you touch
me!" She shrieked, sounding rather panicked. Her blonde hair was
whipping around wildly as she struggled, and her blue eyes, had he
been able to see them, were riddled with fear.

"Don't worry, all I'm going to do is give you a little something you
obviously have never had before. It will do you some good, I
imagine." With that Legolas picked up the small girl, slung her over
his shoulder, and started for the log he had been sitting on earlier.

Now several whimpers followed. "Please!" She wailed. "Let me go, I
beg of you!"

"Ah, not so proud and strong now, are we?" Legolas asked, his voice
full of amusement.

"This is not funny! Please, let me go. I won't bother you again!"


"Well you're right there, little one. If I do a good job here, maybe
you won't ever bother anyone again!" He had reached the log by now,
and sat down quickly, dumping the wiggling girl over his lap. "Tell
me where you are from, and why you are out here all alone."

She squirmed, another whimper letting its way out. "I'm sorry,
please, I can't!" She exclaimed.

"You can't? Or you won't?" He asked as he lifted up her dirty skirt
and then lowered her undergarments.


She shrieked as she felt the cold air upon her bare skin. "This
isn't funny!" She yelled, kicking and wriggling.

"Am I laughing?" Legolas asked. "I don't hear me laughing. Whether
or not you tell me who you are and why you are out here, you are
still going to be spanked for trying to stab me numerous times, and
hitting me twice, not to mention kicking me and just being plain
rude!" As he talked he got angrier, remembering all that the girl
had done. Tired of fooling around, he brought one large, strong hand
down on the cute, pale bottom that presented itself to him. The
cracking sound that occurred rang throughout the forest.

She gasped, then shrieked. "I don't usually take to striking a
woman, but I have never met a woman like you before that needed to be
spanked so badly." Legolas scolded her as he brought his hand down
again. SMACK!! Furious now, he spanked her four more times, his
blows rapid and harsh. She kicked around and tried to roll off his
lap. She wailed loudly and burst into tears as her bottom began to
heat up and the sting began to build. Legolas ignored her and
continued to spank the hell out her, the pain in his shin reminding
him as to why this girl deserved a spanking. His strong, capable
hand slammed into her flesh over and over, and Legolas could see a
pink glow beginning to form. He kept spanking her though, determined
to make her see the error of her ways.

She continued to cry. "Pleeeeeeease!" She
begged. "Stoooooooooop!" Her small hands flew back to cover her
stinging cheeks as she bawled. Legolas fixed that real quick. He
stopped spanking her for a minute as he grabbed both hands and pinned
them to the middle of her back with his left hand, and then he
continued to spank her. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!! As hard as he
could.

She screamed loudly, and after two more smacks he stopped and rubbed
the crying girl's back gently. "Do you think you can behave now?"
He asked.

She nodded, going limp over his knees, crying earnestly. "No make me
go back." She croaked out through her tears.

"Make you go back? Go back where? What are you talking about?"
Legolas questioned. She just shook her head no and bawled, wishing
he'd released her, feeling a burn in her backside that she
desperately wanted to rub. Her hands were not able to get free
though.

"Peeeeeeez." She whimpered.

Legolas sighed. "Do you promise to bed?"d?" He asked.

She nodded. "Yes." She whimpered very pitifully.

He thought for a moment. "Good. But unless you want another
spanking, I suggest you make a strong attempt to stick by your
promise."


She nodded. "Peeeez, lemmme gooooo!" She wailed.

"All right, little one. Calm down." He soothed, and helped her up.
She hiccupped, and stood up, wincing, rubbing her sore bottom,
forgetting about modesty. As she was illuminated by the firelight,
several dark, suspicious spots became apparent on her lower back and
face. Legolas stared at her, shocked. "What is that all over you,
child?" He asked.

She frowned and quickly righted her clothes "Nu...nu...nothing."
She stammered out and attempted to run off.


"Wait just a minute, little one." He said, catching her by the arm
and pulling her back. She landed on his lap, and he trapped her
there with his strong arms.

She yelped as her sore bottom connected with his strong lap, and she
squirmed on his knees. "Please." She begged, her face down.

"I know your bottom is sore, but I want some answers from you. You
may sit here on my lap, or you may lie across it to ease the pain.
What is your choice?"


"Lie." She whispered. "It really hurts." She sniffled, a few last
tears trailing down her face.

"Very well little one." He said, and grinned at her. Carefully he
helped her lie down across his lap once again. She was quite for a
moment as he rubbed her back, and then suddenly he began lifting up
her skirt again.

"No, please, I promise!" She exclaimed, after flinching when he
rubbed her back.

"No, calm down. I'm not going to spank you again. I have some
special cream that I can rub on your bottom. It will take the pain
away some, and you'll be able to sit in a while." He paused for a
moment. "If you do not want to me to put it on you, I will not."

"All right." She whispered. "Then can I go?" Her voice was small
and frightened. She fit like a tiny child across his lap, Legolas
noticed.

"Can you" L" Legolas asked, puzzled as he pulled the jar of cream
from a bag that was next to him on the ground. "No, you may not go
anywhere, little one." He told her as he opened the jar and began to
gently apply the cream to her beet red backside. "You are out here
all alone, with no food or protection. Where would you go? What
would you do?" He asked her as he continued to rub the cream into
her skin.

She flinched and squirmed as he rubbed the cream onto her sore
backside. "Anywhere." She whispered, in answer to his question.

"Anywhere." He repeated, and smiled. "That covers a lot of places,
don't you think? No little one, you will stay with me, and you will
tell me exactly who you are. I do not even know your name, and you
do not know mine. Since I have spanked you and am now rubbing cream
on your naked backside, we should at least be on a first name basis,
don't you think?" He asked, grinning.

"That is none of your concern and neither am I! I truly need to go,
please." She attempted to rise again.

"Yes, I am sure you do." Legolas replied, his tone a lazy drawl as
he easily pushed her back down. "The cream won't start working for
about an hour, so you might as well sit still and relax, and tell me
a little about yourself. Or lie still, I should say." He added. Sjustjust burst into tears and began to shake. She was trapped..... again.