John was hiding in the shadows of the trees, as he watched the young woman bathe. She has beautiful. Her hair was past her shoulders in a deep auburn brown. Her skin was pale, from lack of sun, as was the fashion in this land. She was slender and had an almost fragile look to her. He watched her as she looked around nervously, hearing some shuffling in the forest.
He had tensed many minutes ago, as he felt something moving around in the forest. He felt the presence moving closer, and it was definitely hostile. John did not dismiss this as his imagination. Many people did not know that his father was an elf. Because of this, John's senses very good. He could see, hear and smell better then any human. He could also run faster, longer and jump higher. Not to mention the bit of magic he had up his sleeve.
Quietly, John moved into position behind the young women and slowly began walking behind her, so that he would not frighten her. He reached his hand and placed it over her mouth, to keep her quiet. She struggled, but when he quietly whispered in her ear, she recognized his voice.
"Quiet Isabella, it's me John. Grab your clothes and come with me. No questions, this is for your safety."
Isabella got up and gathered her clothes and followed John with a curious look in her eyes. She trusted John; however she curious as to what was wrong. John led her in the trees, deep enough not to be seen, but close enough to see what would happen. They crouched down, John holding Isabella tightly to his chest. She stifled a gasp as a group of trolls entered the clearing where she had been, only a second ago.
"Where are they Lotkar?" asked the chieftain asked.
"I don't know sir; the girl was here a minute ago."
"Her scent is still strong." Said one of the other trolls.
The trolls inspected the clearing for several minutes before their chieftain was satisfied. They gathered in the center, by the pond, as the chieftain give their orders.
"We move on, now!"
As the trolls left the clearing Isabella struggled to get up, but John held her close and whispered into her ear.
"They may still be here, wait a bit longer."
The minutes passed, it was unbearable for John. He was holding this beautiful - and naked - woman. Just thinking of her, made him hard. He tried to rid his mind of those thoughts, by remembering his duty. John had raised Isabella since she was ten. He was her protector and guider. And not mention twenty years older then her. This was extremely inappropriate; she was the king's eldest daughter for God's sake!
Finally, when all the danger had passed John let her go. Isabella stiffly got up and began to lace up her corset. As she began to struggle, John walked over and grabbed the laces from her.
"What am I going to do with you, Isabella?" he asked as her tied the laces.
Looking slightly ashamed, she looked at the ground.
"You know better then to come out here alone. Especially at night. And the war, with the trolls, you know it is very dangerous. If anything happened to you, you're Father..."
