Captive Wench

Title: Captive Wench

Rating: NC-17

Author: Ambur

Beta: NA

Warnings: extreme spankings (paddling, whipping), consensual rough sex,

Summary: an elleth finds herself set up by her best friend to take the fall for a prank gone bad played on the March Warden.DiscDisclaimer: LOTR not mine, no money being made

Dedication: This ficcie is written for and dedicated to my beta, Amber (aka dirtyelves orCuluriaen, who stars as Culuriaen in this little number.

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Elbereth watched and waited quietly for the March Warden to return to the talan he would be residing in during his stay at Rivendell. Haldir had come to Rivendell in order to attend his friend Legolas’s wedding. The Prince of Mirkwood was to wed an elf of these lands. Elbereth had planned this little prank weeks ago in the hopes of presenting the March Warden with a welcome he would not soon forget. She had been most secretive about this prank, letting no one know what she had planned, not even her best friend Culuriaen.

Elbereth knew the March Warden’s temper and had been at the undesired end of his strap before for her pranks. If Haldir sought penance for this particular prank, she did not want any other elf being able to finger her as the guilty party. She sighed as a pang of guilt tweaked her. Perhaps it was her memory of the spanking that caused her to do what she had done, as she had left a trail of false evidence against her best friend Culuriaen. If Haldir tracked this trail to the source, he would think it was Culuriaen who had done this.

Elbereth shook her twinge of guilt away. After all, Culuriaen was to become a Princess soon. She was to wed the only son of Thranduil, King of the Mirkwood elves. Legolas would not allow anything to happen to his dearest love.

Elbereth’s head cocked slightly when she heard approaching footsteps. She bit her lip to keep from giggling as she knew it was the March Warden who approached. She could tell by the heaviness of his footsteps he was in a foul mood. Unfortunately for him, his mood would only become fouler.

Elbereth grasped the rope tightly that she would pull to release what would fall onto him. She snickered softly, unable to contain her glee at the thought of this revenge against him. When she saw the faintest glimpse of his silver hair, she paused only a moment. Poor Culuriaen…if he should ever catch her…she will not sit for a month!

Once again, Elbereth ignored her guilt. She trusted the Prince to protect her friend. As the March Warden passed, she could see the scowl set firmly on his face. When he was a few feet ahead of, sh, she pulled on the rope with all of her might, freeing the branch that held the bucket of cold, gummy meal and dumped it straight upon his head. Haldir howled with rage, ripping the bucket from his head as he heard a cackle of feminine laughter.

He whirled around, slamming the bucket to the ground, and sprinted quickly toward the brush. Elbereth squealed in terror as she did not expect him to react so quickly. Without another thought to her friend, she tossed another piece of the false evidence to the ground. Elbereth moved quickly through the brush, but not before the March Warden caught a glimpse of brown tresses as she fled.

“Elbereth!” He roared as the elleth continued to scurry away. Deeper and deeper she ran into the forest, hiding herself in the cover of more brush. Seeing a rather thick vine and branch in front of her, another devilish idea popped into her head. Grasping the branch tightly, she pulled it towards her body and waited.

It did not take Haldir long to pick up her trail. Elbereth quickly tossed another piece of the falsified fabric onto the forest floor, knowing he would stop and retrieve it. As Haldir came upon the brush where the elleth hid herself, Haldir noticed the piece of torn fabric lying on the ground. Just as she thought he would, he bent over to retrieve it. It was at this moment she released the limb she held.

Haldir cried out in pain and was knocked to the ground, his face landing in a pile of soft mud when limblimb snapped from the girls’ grip catching him squarely and excruciatingly on his backside. Elbereth was gone before he could even pull himself from the mud.

Haldir pulled himself up, seething with rage. His breathing came in ragged snorts. Oh, how Elbereth was going to pay for this. He would blister her bottom raw for this indignity! His grip tightened around the cloth he held in his hand when something in particular caught his attention.

This fabric was of superior make. It was pale pink, satin material, adorned with a few pearls. Who could this gown belong too? The only she elf he knew who would have something of this luxury would be his Lady. It must belong to someone of royalty or…a slow, evil grin slid across his face. Or perhaps this gown belonged to someone who would soon become royalty. Perhaps this gown had been a gift from a Prince to his beloved? He knew of only one she elf that was soon to wed a Prince.

The stinging to Haldir’s backside soon became a memory as he made his way back through the forest and towards the city. If he was not mistaken in his memory, Legolas should have arrived at Rivendell a few days before his own arrival. Haldir brought the material to his nose inhaling deeply. It would seem he would be paying a visit to the Prince tonight to discus this dishonor he had suffered at the hands of the elleth he was to marry.

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Culuriaen hummed softly as she made her way to the bedchambers Legolas was residing in. They were to be married next week, but he had still required her presence in his bed.
When she came to his bedchamber door, she was startled when he opened it as if he had been waiting anxiously for her arrival. She smiled warmly upon seeing her lover’s face, but the smile faded as he looked at her with harsh eyes.

He said nothing to her, only moving to bid her enter. She did enter, turning to regard him as he stared at her with such coldness. Legolas shut the door a little forcefully and bolted it. Culuriaen swallowed hard, suddenly becoming quite nervous at the Prince’s behavior.

“Have I done something to upset you Legolas?” Her voice was soft and wavering.

He turned to regard her, “We have been waiting for you for over half an hour. Where have you been?” Legolas’s words were biting.

“I…I had last minute things to attend…” Her voice trailed off when she realized what Legolas had said. “What did you mean by we, Legolas?”

“I believe he is referring to me, Culuriaen.”

The she elf spun around to look up into the smirking face of Haldir. She turned back to ask Legolas what was going on, but was met with the same sarcastic smirk on his face as well. Her eyes narrowed, “What is the mea of of this?”

Haldir had the nerve to chuckle, “Why the wench seems confused Legolas. Mayhaps we should explain it to her. I did not realize you were to wed one so simple in the mind.”

Culuriaen glared at Haldir, “How dare you speak to me that way!”

Haldir’s brow rose in amusement, “How dare I? Are you in earnest? You truly cannot guess why you are here?”

Culuraien turned to face Legolas, “Why do you allow him to speak to me in this way?”

Legolas shrugged, “Why not. Tis the least I can do for how you dishonored him today.”

“What in Middle Earth are the two of you going on about?” Culuraien asked her voice full of annoyance. She yelped in surprise when Haldir grabbed her arm in a painful grip, twirling her around to face him.

“You dare to act as if you do not understand? You dare to act as if you have done nothing?” Haldir spat, his eyes ablaze.

She winced in pain, struggling to pull herself from his grip, but could not. “Haldir, please…I do not know what I could have done to offend you so?”

Haldir released her and shoved the piece of torn fabric into her hands. She stared at it a moment before recognizing what it was, “This…this is a piece of my satin gown…my gift from Legolas. How did you get this?”

Haldir glanced at Legolas. So she was going to play dumb. It did not matter because by the time Haldir was finished with her, she would not only be admitting her crime, but begging for mercy for it.

“Alright Culuriaen, play this little game if you like, but believe me. You shall pay for your insolence. You will be begging and pleading with me for mercy before the morning comes.”

Culuriaen watched as Haldir moved to the far side of the bed. Her eyes opened in horror when he turned back toward her with a leather belt in his hand. Her hand went to her mouth to stifle her gasp of fear. She turned toward Legolas, her eyes pleading. Tears brimmed her eyes at the coldness she saw in her Prince’s eyes. Legolas stepped toward her, “You have no one to blame but yourself for this, my love. Were you so foolish you did not think he would fiut? ut? Now, be a good girl and this will go easier for you.”

Culuriaen backed away from the both of them, shaking her head, “I have done nothing! Truly I have not! Why do you not believe me?”

“You hold the proof of your guilt in your hand.” Haldir stepped forward and held out his hand, “Now come and lay across the bed.”

Culuriaen still shook her head no and turned to run. Legolas was beside her instantly. He grabbed her roughly, dragging her to the bed.

“Lay across the bed, Culuriaen.” Legolas warned. “You are only prolonging your punishment by being obstinate.”

When the she elf didn’t move, Haldir grabbed her by her hair and shover acr across the mattress. She trembled as she listened to Haldir move back and forth across the floor behind her. She whimpered when she heard the belt snap in the air.

“I think I will begin with twenty five. I will go from there. Do you agree Legolas?”

“Aye. She must be punished for what she has done to your honor. Do not worry of my concerns Haldir. I feel you are just in your decision to punish her thusly. I will merely be a spectator.”

Haldir bowed his head slightly to Legolas, giving the Prince a lecherous grin. Culuriaen was already crying. Silent tears spilled over her face. She screamed when Haldir ripped her gown from her back, tng ing it completely from her body, exposing her to his lust filled eyes. His attention instantly fell to her lovely, firm, heart shaped bottom. He could not wait to see it quiver with each swat.

Culuriaen closed her eyes to prepare herself for what she knew was to come. She had heard and seen the damage Haldir could do with both strap and paddle when her friend Elbereth would do something naughty to anger him, usually with one of her foolish pranks. Elbereth would often go for days without being able to sit.

Culuriaen’s bottom lip trembled and she pulled herself into a tight ball trying to lessen the sting of what she was about to feel. She was not prepared for the pain of it. She cried out in agony when Haldir brought the strap across her bared bottom. He smiled in satisfaction as his first swat had already begun to form a welt. Another blow was delivered, this one even more stinging to the elleth’s bottom.

Haldir was merciless in his spanking. Each blow was harder than the last. Culuriaen was withering and sobbing as he showed no mercy. Her once creamy colored bottom was now scarlet in color as the welts began to show in multiple numbers across her skin.

“Please…stop…I…I can’t…it’s burning…please…”

“It is supposed to burn and there is still five more to come.” Haldir said his voice full of amusement. The last five were delivered ruthlessly and Haldir had tin ain at the puddle of moisture on the carper beneath the girl.

Haldir’s hand reached out to stroke her blistered rump. His finger pushed its way between two swollen dripping folds to stroke her wet center. Culuriaen’s face was hot with mortification, not only at what was happening to her, but that she was actually starting to like it. She was so aroused, her juices dribbled onto his finger. She cried out, coating his hand when he pinched her clit, causing an orgasm to rip through her.

Haldir chuckled softly, “Now that was not so bad, was it, wench? Are you prepared to admit your guilt?”

Culuriaen turned her head to regard him, tears still streaming down her face, “But Haldir, I truly do not know what I have done to offend you so?”

Haldir’s eyes narrowed, “Ever the defiant wench!” He snapped, jerking her up painfully by her thick brown locks. He dragged her across the room with him, his fingers digging into her scalp. She managed to crane her head enough to regard Legolas, who was staring at her with dark hungry eyes, his leggings open, as he stroked himself furiously at the sight of her abused backside.

Haldir grabbed what he had been looking for and dragged her back across the room to sit in a chair. He pulled her across his lap.

“Now, since your tongue is still full of deceit, I will give you twenty five more…to each cheek.”

Culuriaen sobbed, “Nay my Lord! Please have mercy…it hurts so bad…I cannot bear it.”

“You can bear it and you will. Now, you are allowed to whimper, even cry if if you must, but if you dare speak to me, if you dare beg mercy…I will bring my cane to your bottom, do you understand?”

She groaned, “Yes.”

Haldir placed the hard wood of the paddle to her backside, “Yes what, wench?”

She was not sure how she should address him and feared if she chose wrongly, “Yes…m…master…”

Haldir smiled, “Very good, little wench. Now you are learning.”

She felt the draft of the upward movement of the paddle as he raised it. She shrieked when he brought it down hard on her left cheek. He paddled her hard, fast, and brutally. This was after all discipline he was administering. Although he could not ignore the tightness of his member as she fidgeted and writhed against his lap, trying to move anywhere to get some relief from his assault.

He delivered the first twenty five to her left cheek without switching to the other. He would grant her no relief. She would learn this night what the consequences where for playing games with the March Warden. Culuriaen squealed even louder from the agony of his assault when he finished off her punishment with the remaining twenty five to the right cheek. Haldir let the elleth rest herself across his lap. She was exhausted from her punishment and he feared her legs would not hold her.

“You may stand now, wench.” Haldir snapped coldly. Culuriaen did as she was told. She trembled as she tried to make her muscles work, her backside searing and on fire…burning like nothing she had ever felt before. Her sobbing was much softer now as she was afraid she might anger him even more with her cries.

“Face Legolas.” Haldir snapped again, gripping her by the back of her neck, he pushed her forward. Legolas stared up at her with wide, glazed eyes. Once again, his member was engorged with desire and arousal Culuriaen noticed the ooze of hied aed and instinctively licked her lips.

“Would you like to have that wench?” The March Warden asked.

“Oh yes master, very much.” Culuriaen said, her voice betraying her own lust.

“On you knees then and take him into your mouth.” Haldir commanded.

Culuriaen knelt down onto her knees and moved toward Legolas, her head held down in a submissive manner. The elleth’s wetness continued to coat her inner thighs and glide down onto the floor. Haldir watched the movement qui quivering of her bottom as the muscle tried to cope with what they had just been through. It took sheer will for him to not grab her up, slam her face forward onto the bed and pound her into the mattress. No, he would bide him time. This night was far from over.

Legolas reached out to stroke a few stray tears from Culuriaen's face as she knelt before him. Gently, the Prince put his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her forward. Haldir’s breath caught when she slowly encased the Prince in her hot mouth. This elleth was simply breathtaking. Her tiny waist and frame made her delightful little bottom seem round and plump. Haldir chewed his bottom lip as he waited his turn. This elleth was ripe for plucking and pluck her he would…until he heard his name fall from her lips over and over in ragged desire.

Legolas moaned, slinking down the chair as she suckled him. Her tongue flicked over the tip before circling the head. Her tongue then glided a wet path down the underside of his shaft before enclosing around him again. She moaned her appreciation of his tastes as she bobbed her head over his length. Legolas began to thrust his hips in rhythm of her bobbing. With a hoarse shout, Legolas filled her mouth with his seed. She let it pool in her tongue before swallowing. She pulled back to watch him try to regain control of his breathing.

Culuriaen yelped when she was snatched up from behind by her arm. Haldir once again dragged her to the bed and shoved her face forward onto the mattress. Legolas watched with lust filled eyes as the March Warden was preparing to take his soon to be wife from behind. Legolas’s eyebrow quirked when Haldir gave him a wry grin and moved away from the elleth. Culuriaen was instinctively rubbing herself against the mattress as well as he legs together in anticipation. She thought she was merely about to be taken, but Haldir had one last thing he wished to do before he granted release to the both of them.

Haldir stepped away to retrieve one last instrument of correction. Legolas winced in sympathy when he saw what Haldir had in his hand.

Culuriaen jerked when she felt the crop gliding across her bottom gently. She sucked wind when he slid the crop between her crack and between her sopping wet slit. She held her breath, afraid he was going to strike her sex, but he did not.

“Do not fear Culuriaen. I care only to strike your delicious, bold, little bottom.” Haldir voice was gentle this time. “Your punishment is at an end, pet. This will be the last ten. Five to each cheek and then goi going to take you…hard and fast and you will come, do you understand?”

Haldir looked on gleefully as he little bottom gave a wiggle of anticipation, “Aye master. I understand.”

The March Warden raised his hand high in the air about to bring the crop down onto her backside when he paused mid air. Haldir turned to regard Legolas. The Prince looked at his friend curiously before Haldir’s lips quirked in an amused grin.

“Come Legolas, deliver this elleth’s final punishment by your own hand.” Haldir burst into perils of laughter when Legolas actually looked horrified at the thought. He approached the Prince, grabbing his arm and hauling him to his feet. “Why do you look so scandalized Prince? Have you not enjoyed what hav have witnessed?”

Haldir shoved the crop in Legolas’s hand, “If she is to become your wife, you must learn how to discipline her correctly when she is naughty or else she will never behave herself! You know how these young ellleth’s are. If you do not teach them immediately how to behave, there is no living with them. I favor Elbereth with a spanking ever morning when she rises just to remind her she must behave herself for the day.”

Legolas looked down at Culuraien who was looking up at him, her beautiful blue eyes pleading for mercy. Legolas swallowed hard. Hadn’t she been through enough? Haldir could see the hesitation in his friend. The March Warden reached down and shoved her face down against the mattress. “Do not move unless you are bade too wench!”

“Come Legolas, do not look so pained. Do you wish her to ma foo fool of you every time she decides to play one of these games? How do you think such behavior would be looked upon as she will be a Princess and the wife of the Prince of Mirkwood?”

Legolas stiffened at Haldir’s words, his eyes narrowing as he turned his gaze toward Culuriaen’s quivering twin mounds. Without another word, Legolas raised the crop high, gave Haldir a wry grin and delivered the last blows with stinging quickness to each cheek. Unfortunately for her, Legolas forgot Haldir only meant for her to have ten more, five to each cheek and instead favored her with ten more to each cheek. Culuraien groaned deep in her throat, withering ast tst the mattress. Tears streamed like a waterfall over her lovely, little face.

Haldir clapped Legolas on the back, “Excellent my friend! You shall make a fine master and displinarian to your wife.” Legolas looked rather pleased with himself as he handed Haldir the crop. The March Warden tossed it aside and grabbed a bottle of cooling lotion on the night stand. “Now Legolas, after you have thoroughly punished her and if she has been very good with her punishment, which Culurian has, you must comfort her and treat her bottom tenderly.”

Haldir handed Legolas the lotion. She jerked when she felt something cool being dripped onto her backside. She pressed back into Legolas’s hand, despite the stinging and burning she felt, as he massaged cooling lotion onto the welts that covered hettomttom.

“You did very well, Culuraien.” Haldir praised her as Legolas massaged her. “This was your first spanking was it not?”

“Y…yes master.” Her voice was shaky as she was still crying softly.

Haldir stroked her brown locks, “You should be very proud of yourself Culuriaen. Many would not have been strong enough of character to bear what you just did. You should be rewarded for how well you did.”

Legolas’s hand paused briefly as he turned to regard Haldir. The March Warden dipped his fingert Cut Culuriaen’s folds to test her readiness. She was still so slick and wet. Her inner thighs were coated with her juices. Haldir retrieved his finger to show the Prince, “She is ready and waiting Legolas. For the both of us, let us ravish her together.”

Legolas and Culuriaen both gasped in shock. Legolas at the boldness of his friend thinking he would allow Haldir to take her to begin with and Culuriaen for the implications of his words. If they both meant to have her together, then that meant one would take her behind. She swallowed hard, half in fear and half in excitement. She had never been taken from there before, but she had often thought she would allow Legolas if he asked her.

Haldir could sense the uneasiness from the both of them. Once again, the March Warden’s eyes glittered in amusement. Haldir knelt down beside Culuriaen and leaned into as he whispered ever so softly in her ear. Legolas’s eyes snapped open wide as he watched Culuriaen come under Haldir’s spoken command. Never had he seen a female orgasm only with words. Haldir’s sultry voice continued to tease her ears as she screamed her pleasure and withered against the mattress.

Haldir leaned back and gave Legolas a smug smile, “What say you Legolas? Do you not smell her musky scent? Is it not the sweetest of smells? Think of it! To sheath her completely with the both of us, trapped between us, helpless and at our mercy…what could be more glorious?”

Legolas stopped massaging her bottom and knelt to her other side, his hand now stroked her back, “What do you wish Culuriaen, for I would do nothing to you that you do not want or would frighten you? Do you wish to experience such as this?”

Culuriaen’s hand cupped his face, “I would do anything to give you pleasure, my Lord. If you wish to have me in this way, then I would not deny you.”

Legolas gave Haldir a nod. Both males stood and loosened their leggings to free their already engorged and oozing erections. Haldir lifted Culuriaen gently from the mattress by her waist. He lay back upon the mattress, placing her on top of him for her to straddle him. He lifted her and placed her over his erection, pulling her down onto him, impaling her with his length. She stiffened when she felt Legolas move behind her. Haldir ran his hands gently up and down her arms to soothe her. Legolas dipped his fingers into her moistness and coated her tight, puckered opening. She gasped and clenched around his finger as he pressed it into her tighter heat. She bit her lip in apprehension. Haldir pulled her forward against him to hold her in his arms.

Legolas’s fingers gathered more moisture and coated her opening and the tip of his length. He pressed two fingers in this time, slowly pumping her, trying to prepare her for what was to come. Culuriaen squeezed her eyes tightly when she felt Legolas pull his fingers away and press himself at her tighter channel. “Open you eyes Culuriaen. Do not be afraid. Legolas would not hurt you.”

She forced her eyes open and kept her gaze locked with Haldir’s. She gasped and stiffened in his arms when Legolas began to gently press into her tight heat. “Oh…” She sucked in her breath. Legolas’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he sank into her. Never could, he imagine such tightness and warmth. He gritted his teeth as drops of sweat rolled down his forehead. He struggled to keep control from spilling himself within her then. His eyes snapped open when he heard her cry out.

“Oh…this really…hu-hurts…” She managed to sob through her labored breathing. Both males reached began to speak gently to her, caressing her soft skin, allowing her the chance to get used to the immense stretching her body was being expected to endure. Slowly, her eyes opened, only a solitary tear spilled down her cheek. She took a few deep breaths and squeezed herself around Legolas. He groaned as she wiggled against him, the pain for her was beginning to pass.

“What are you waiting for Haldir…Legolas…move!”

Both males chuckled and obliged beginning to move in unison within her. Culuriaen grunted with Legolas’s thrusting as his movements still caused her slight pain, not to mention the horrible stinging to her bottom as his skin slapped against her backside.
Haldir’s fingers were digging painfully into her soft flesh as he pulled her forcefully against him to meet his thrusting.

Her cries became desperate and shrill as both males continued to ram their rods deep into her silken softness. Legolas pressed his body into hers, crushing her in between them while placing kisses over the small of her back before biting down slightly between her shoulders blades. She moaned from the slight twinge of pain it brought her.

Haldir and Legolas both were kissing her back and her neck, nipping and marking the skin. They both wanted her covered with their own marks as proof that they had taken her and made her theirs. She could feel another wave of pleasure building deep within her. Her vaginal muscles constricted around Haldir’s thick organ. She was undone when Legolas bit gently into the back of her neck, holding her there between his teeth. Chill bumps raced up her spin as the tremors began again. She cried out her pleasure, withering, convulsing between them as Haldir’s aggressive pounding brought her over once again. This time, he followed her and with a shout, filled her womb with his scorching seed.

She fell against Haldir, both of them exhausted with the intensity of their love making while Legolas still moved within her. Haldir held her against him as she began to grunt and wither. Legolas’s thrusting was becoming more urgent and she was starting to feel pain again. Haldir placed soft feathery kisses along her jaw line and neck, offering her the the comfort he could as Legolas continued to drive his thick, fleshy knob into her tight softness. The Prince cried out, spilling himself within the tight confines of her heat. He fell against her as his member fell limp, trapping her between him and Haldir.

Legolas kissed the tip of her pointed ear, his words broken by his harsh breathing, “Th-thank you Culuriaen…for this gift.”

She craned her head around as far as she could to kiss him deeply, “I love you my Prince. I would do anything for you.”

The three of them lay entwined in each other’s arms sharing tender words and tender kisses.

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She still had no idea what it was she was supposed to have done, but she had a sneaking suspicion, her best friend might know. Her anger toward Elbereth she kept in check. After all, this experience hadn’t been too dreadful. She kept her face downcast so Haldir and Legolas would not see just exactly how mshe she had enjoyed her punishment. Whatever it was Elbereth had done, she was secretly thankful her friend had framed her.

Haldir placed a kiss on top of her head as she pulled the tunic Legolas gave her on to cover her body, “That was not so horrible, now was it Culuriaen?” he asked with a smirk.

“Nay master. It was not though I know I will be sore tomorrow.”

Haldir laughed as the elleth winced, gingerly touching her bottom with her hand.

“I am afraid yill ill be sore for more than one day, my dear. It will be more like a few days, possibly even a week. But you have learned your lesson have you not?”

Culuriaen did not know if she should still deny it or not, whatever was, “I have my Lord.”

Haldir struggled to remain composed, “Elbereth did a good job with her framing of you did she not?”

Culuriaen’s color drained as both males burst into perils of laughter. The she elf felt a rage that she had never felt before, “You knew I was falsely accused and you did this?”

She shook with fury as the males continued to laugh mercilessly. She whirled around and pointed an accusatory finger at Legolas, “You let him do this to me! How could you!” Tears pricked her eyes as the betrayal of the situation hit her heart. Legolas stood and approached the trembling she elf.

He reached out for her, but she recoiled. “In our defense, my love, we were not sure you were completely innocent until we the punishment had been delivered. Haldir had discovered Elbereth was in deed at fault, but she was most convincing in persuading him that you may have had a hand in the planning.”

Legolas reached out and pd hed her struggling form against him as she screamed at him, “Let me go! I cannot stand to be near you now. You…you fiend!”

Haldir and Legolas laughed even harder at her words. Legolas squeezed her to him, kissing her on top of the head.

“Peace now Culuriaen. Elbereth received ten times worse what you did.” Haldir said as he tried to get control of his laughter. “Besides, do you wish to deny you did not enjoy the rienrience?”

She peered at the March Warden under Legolas’s arm. Her face was set firmly in a pout as she snorted in disgust.

Haldir’s eyebrow quirked, “Ah, Legolas we were wrong in our assumption. Methinks the little maid is not keen to such play as this. Tis a shame…I thought perhaps you might enjoy this in your marriage.”

Legolas sighed heavily, “Aye. It would seem we were wrong…”

“I did not say I did not like it. I just do not like being cried false against.” Culuraien said softly.

Haldir and Legolas grinned widely at one another. Legolas held her at arms length. “Then you not look down your nose at this sort of…play, my love?”

“Nay Legolas, but only if I am deserving of it.” She smiled seductively at him.

He laughed and pulled her into his embrace again. Ady hdy her mind began to churn in thought…just exactly what could she do next to be naughty.

Fini…