Chapter #6Follow Loradriel by: Carl  Samwise was suffering an ill turn as well. Loradriel had summoned him. Sam had always been fascinated by elves, and Loradriel was certainly an elf! She paled in comparison to the greatness of Galadriel and Sam dearly missed his Goddess. As Sam approached he marveled at the fact that Loradriel was nude as were her two attendants. Startled Sam did not kneel as he should have. Loradriel snapped her finger, “Hobbit how dare you enter my presence and not kneel as is my due. Galadriel, the Goddess of Middle Earth has bade me rule in her stead and you will respect that decision.”
Sam quickly knelt, “Begging your pardon madam elf, uh, lady Loradriel I meant no disrespect oh no ma’am.” Loradriel sneered at the hobbit, “Prove it hobbit, crawl here and pay homage.” Sam dutifully crawled to the elf and kissed the tops of her feet, unlike Galadriel’s feet these did not fill him with the joy of humble worship. Also they stank like rotten fish and his face betrayed that. Loradriel yelled at him, “Rude knave, what is the matter with you, speak truthfully for I will know if you attempt to deceive.” Loradriel was toying with him for she herself using the powers Galadriel had given her had created the stench on her otherwise sweet fair feet.
Sam’s fear rose in him. He babbled, “I mean no disrespect ma’am. I mean lady elf, I know Galadriel left you in charge. And a fine choice she made if anyone asks me not that one would lady. I am just a hobbit I don’t go messing with the wise.” Loradriel hissed in a sharp hard voice, “Do not compound your crimes with disobedience, what made your face grimace, speak now lest I grow angry and you truly feel my wrath!” Sam did not know what to do he was caught between two choices of disrespect. He thought to himself, honesty is what my ole Gaffer always said I should have so here it goes.
“Well ya see lady fair, I uh well, let me put it plainly. Your feet stink.” On cue both attendants let out gasps of shock. Loradriel simply stared at Sam with solemn intensity. “You dare!” Sam shook his head, “You said you wanted the truth!” Loradriel shook her head, “You have shamed me and for that you will suffer, if they smell then clean them with thy affronting tongue!” Sam groaned in despair as he began his task. The taste was a vile as the smell. Little did he know that Loradriel with the power given from Galadriel had caused her feet to sweat with a vile secretion. Sam gagged at the taste and grew light headed from the smell. “Forgive me Lady! I can not they overcome me!”
Loradriel grew angry indeed and said, “You will obey me hobbit! Bind him tightly he will suffer at the bottoms of my feet for the entire day or until he finishes the job!” Sam cried out, “No Lady please I can’t!” Both of the female attendants loomed over him and quickly laid hands on him. Struggle though he may he was helpless and they soon tied him with strong elvish rope. Turned face up and completely bound Loradriel lay her feet on the small hobbits face. Sam was forced to smell the horrible mind numbing stench. When he ventured to try to lick just to get this done with, the taste shriveled his tongue and he could not do it. Loradriel smiled contently as she started the days task, listening to reports from the scouts and from Celeborn’s captains. If they thought it odd one of the hobbits was trussed up and under her feet none said a word.
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