Legolas' Found Treasure

"Narya!" Legolas scolded her, shocked. He caught her arm and pulled

her down across his lap, then lifted her skirt up. He kept her

undergarments in place though, as he knew it would make her feel

horrible, should he bare her backside in front of Elrond. He gave

her a light smack that was firm at the same time, then another.



Narya squirmed across his knees and wriggled. "Legolas!" She

whimpered.



"I warned you Narya." He told her as he smacked her three more

times, a little harder. "You had no right to be so rude. That was

very naughty." SMACK Went his hand again. Her undergarments

absorbed some of the blows, but not as much as she would have liked.

He spanked her six more times, going from one cheek to the other as

he did. Elrond watched quietly.



A hand went back to block the blows. "I'm sorry, I'll be good!"

Narya wailed, her cheeks starting to sting quite a bit now. A

sniffle followed.



Legolas gave her two more smacks before stopping, and rubbing her

back gently. "You will sit here between us and not be rude

anymore?" He asked. She nodded, sniffling. "Good." He straightened

her dress and helped her sit up. She sat between them, her head down.



"There now, aren't you ashamed that you had to be spanked like some

naughty child?" Legolas asked her, putting an arm around her and

dropping a kiss on her head. Narya burst into frantic tears, so

thoroughly embarrassed she could hardly stand herself. "Now calm

down baby, it is all over. But you know what? I do believe you owe

Elrond an apology."



Narya whimpered. "I'm sorry." She was still crying, but she felt

very confused. The spanking confused her. She felt sorry that she

had misbehaved and her bottom stung, but at the same time it felt.

….funny. She was not quite sure she all together hated it, and that

was confusing.



Elrond smiled gently and indicated to Legolas that he should let her

go for a moment. He did so and Elrond put an arm around her and

hugged her. "You are forgiven child." He told her softly. "It will

all be okay."



She shivered as Elrond hugged her, trying hard to stop crying. She

pushed away her odd thoughts and sighed. "I'm bad, I'm sorry." She

whispered, drying her face.



"No, you are not bad." The Elf-Lord told her. "You have been

through much, and you are unsure as to how to behave. But Legolas

will teach you, hel help you with whatever you need." He paused for

a moment as she sniffled. "Do you understand why you were spanked,

child?" He asked gently.



"I think so." Narya whispered, her shivering stopping. His voice

was so soothing and kind, but different from Legolas'. Legolas'

voice was the voice of her love. This voice, it was the voice of an

ada.



"Good. And do you understand that any spanking that Legolas gives

you is done out of love, to teach you something? It is not done just

to be mean, or to hurt you. Do you understand that?"



Narya sighed and nodded. "But it hurts, and I don't like to hurt."



Elrond sighed. "I know it does child." He said softly and gently.

He paused for a moment in thought. "Your uncle hurt you a lot,

didn't he?" He asked her.



She nodded. "Sometimes every day." She whispered, closing her eyes

for a moment.



Elrond felt a rush of anger at her words, but pushed it

away. "And.... I imagine he enjoyed it, didn't he?"



"Yes. He laughed, and his friends laughed. It was funny because I

was wicked." She whispered.



This time the Elf-Lord closed his eyes, and Legolas looked away,

having gone very pale. "You are not wicked child." Elrond told her

gently, but firmly. "I ask you this. Did Legolas laugh and seem to

be enjoying himself when he spanked you just now? Did I laugh?"



She stopped, pausing in thought. He had not laughed as he spanked

her, ever. Legolas was just not that way that she had seen. And

neither had the firm Elf-Lord laughed. So Narya shook her head

no. "No, Legolas wouldn't do that." She answered slowly.



"Exactly!" Elrond told her. "And do you know why? Because he loves

you, and he does not enjoy spanking you. He does not like to hurt

you, but he loves you enough to punish you when you misbehave. It is

done out of pure love, child, and only love. Do you understand that?"



Again the young Elf maiden paused in thought. " Yes, I understand."

Narya smiled slightly at Legolas, wanting to hug him, but was still

held by Elrond.



"That is good, child." Elrond praised her. He could sense that she

wanted to go to Legolas, and he released her, watching as she hugged

her husband to be. As Narya cuddled him, her face began showing

signs of relaxing, the worry lines decreasing.



Narya looked over at Elrond again. "I... I like you." She

whispered. Legolas smiled, remembering when she had said that to

him. Of course this was different, but it was still cute.



Elrond smiled too, pleased to hear her say that. "I like you too

Narya. Very much in fact."



She blushed and hid her face in Legolas' shoulder for a moment, then

looked up at him. "When are we getting married?"



"I do not know love." Legolas said, kissing her forehead. "Lord

Elrond asked me the same thing. When would you like to get married?"



Narya smiled still. "Right away!"



He laughed softly, liking her answer. "Alright, but preparations

need to be made first. You need to be fitted for a dress, and you

can describe to the tailor what you want it to look like. And we

need to decide where we want it done. The courtyard here is very

beautiful. Would you like to have it there?"



"Anywhere." Narya told him excitedly. "And I would like a pink

dress. Pink is my favorite color."



"A pink dress it is then." Legolas assured her, then glanced at

Elrond. "Do you think we can get her fitted for her dress today?"



Elrond chuckled and smiled. "A little hasty, are we?"



"Just a bit I suppose." Legolas replied, gazing down at the

beautiful girl he held. "But I cannot wait to make this fiery one my

wife." He was rewarded by a soft kiss from Narya, who then leaned

against his broad chest, sighing contentedly.