Tinuviel was trained to be an elven warrior from birth. He was trained to wield a bow and sword and took great pride in his skills. Despite being only fifty years old, young amongst elves, he was already known throughout the grove as a fierce fighter. However, Tinuviel's pride came at a price. He was isolated from most of the wider world, and his interactions with other races were severely limited. Non-existent, to be precise.
Upon the day he was to step beyond the woods for his pilgrimage, Tinuviel met his first outside person while travelling with an elven caravan. A middle-aged woman: a human. Alice was her name, and she was beautiful—by human standards. She had long blonde hair that flowed down her voluptuous body like a river. Those piercing blue eyes and that sly "You want me?" smile of hers could drive men into frenzies. Yet, to Tinuviel, Alice was merely bland, nothing akin to pure elven beauty. Humans were inferior creatures, after all.
However, Alice was persistent. Tinuviel couldn't help but notice how Alice looked at him as they travelled together. Her gaze lingered on his lithe body, and he caught her licking her lips when she thought he hadn't seen. Eventually, Tinuviel couldn't take it anymore, so he confronted Alice one night around their campfire.
"I know you've been eyeing me, human," said Tinuviel, glaring at the woman. To Elven kind, his expression conveyed anger and disgust, yet Alice simply smiled back at him.
"Eyeing you? Whatever do you mean?" Alice asked. She batted her eyelashes at Tinuviel, making him even more agitated.
He clenched his fists and struck a combat pose. "Do not play coy with me! I am Tinuviel of the Shimmering Grove. My skills with the blade are unparalleled. Know your place, human!"
Alice clasped her hands together and giggled. "My, what an adorable little warrior. So brave...and so cute, too~."
Adorable? Her words stunned him. His cheeks flushed red, and he lowered his guard slightly. Alice seized this opportunity and closed in on Tinuviel. In a swift motion, she embraced him between her breasts. Their softness enveloped him completely.
"Wha-What are you doing?!" Tinuviel shouted, struggling to escape Alice's cleavage.
She giggled once more and ran her fingers through his long silver hair. "Oh my, you're so tense. Just relax, little warrior~. Don't fight it~."
"Release me, harlot!" Tinuviel tried to push Alice away, but she overpowered him with ease.
Alice tightened her embrace until Tinuviel couldn't move his arms anymore. Then, she leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Relax, cutie~. It'll feel good soon enough~."
Tinuviel felt Alice's hot breath on his skin, which made his heart race and caused his breath to catch. What is she doing? Elves don't succumb to such base desires! I am a noble warrior! Tinuviel repeated these thoughts in his head, but Alice's scent permeated his senses, clouding his mind. Then, an opportunity presented itself. Alice loosened her hold just enough for Tinuviel to break free. He pushed Alice back and leapt out of her reach.
"Stay back, harlot! I warn you; I will not hesitate to draw my blade!" Tinuviel said while gripping the hilt of his sword.
With a smirk, Alice crossed her arms underneath her ample bosom. "My, my, what a mighty—blade—you have there~." The elf didn't understand the innuendo, much to Alice's delight. "Come now, little warrior~. Why don't we have some fun tonight? You can't tell me that you don't find me attractive. Look at these~." Alice grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together.
Primitive, degenerate, perverse animals! Humans are truly vile! Tinuviel averted his gaze from Alice's vulgar display. He unsheathed his sword and pointed it at her. "Cease your foolishness, woman! If you come near me again, I will strike you down!"