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A Frozen Sun	By : Esequell Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 2546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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11. A New Life
Much time passed and little was achieved in the outward sense. Within, however, much was solved for Phe by a practise she found in a book. Thranduil's library was well stocked indeed, full of fictions and tales which Phe enjoyed terribly. She could waste a whole day reading them. At least, until Thranduil distracted her. His librarian managed to find a copy of Phe's favourite book from an archive in the lands of men. Thranduil read it and Phe enjoyed watching him laugh.
When at last he put it down and crawled towards her, he mimicked the deep voice of the spirit from the pools.
'Oh, my child, how beautiful you are-' he grinned. 'You are an inveterate romantic!' he accused her.
Phe kissed him warmly on the lips to silence him.
'Be quiet or take me. I am meditating!'
Thranduil grabbed her from her cross legged position and did exactly as she had bid him. When they were done, Phe lay cuddled against his ribs. She ran her fingers up and down his chest lazily.
'I think she enjoyed the spirits Fatherly way with her as much as his skill in bed!' Thranduil smirked at the top of Phe's head. She realised he was talking about the story. 'Perhaps I should have you call me Ada next time!'
Phe flushed and Thranduil felt it. He sought her face for a better look at her embarrassment and smirked mildly.
'I see,' he murmured. 'So that is your secret fantasy.'
'Do you have any shame at all, meleth nin?'
'I have grown out of it,' he purred.
Phe laughed. Thranduil rubbed a warm hand up and down her back and kissed her temple.
'Gi melin,' he whispered.
'Oh, Thranduil,' she wrapped her arms around him suddenly and returned his whispered admission. He played with a curl of her hair and studied her sweet, brown eyes. 'My Thranduil,' she added softly.
He smiled, 'My Phe.'
He slid out of her grasp to nuzzle her thigh and then parted her legs to lick her center. Phe gasped and grabbed his head. She moaned as he flicked his tongue gently over her nerves. He had found her sweet spot a couple of months before and he slid a single finger gently inside to rub it until she began to moan and gasp and grind her hips against him. Phe shuddered, her body on fire. Even the air in her lungs burned. Light welled up behind her eyes and she wanted to reach for him and drag him down to make love to her properly but it was too late.
He made a soft, low sound against her core and she whimpered, then moaned. He slid a second finger inside she bucked uncontrollably as her orgasm came from nowhere to make her yell and arch and humiliate herself utterly on his hand. When she was done he withdrew his fingers and sat back to watch her pant, rosy cheeked and spread before him. His self satisfied smirk made her warm inside. He shed his shirt in one swift move and laid his body between her legs. Phe moaned when he kissed and licked her neck. He rubbed himself against her opening.
'Do you want it?' he breathed.
'Yes!' she sighed eagerly. 'I want all of it.'
'How badly do you want it?' he crooned, taking her earlobe between his teeth and using his tongue to tease her until she squirmed and grew even wetter.
'Please Thranduil-' she moaned, opening her legs wider.
'I have something for you,' he teased her. 'It is hot and thick and you will like it.'
Phe wrapped her legs around him. He smiled into her neck and slid home. He let out a soft moan and a hot breath when he began to thrust and found her as warm and willing as ever. Phe grabbed his back and urged him on.
'My lady-' he teased her with the old title. 'How good you feel. So tight-' he bit the word out next to her ear and enjoyed her helpless moan. 'And wet!'
Phe shuddered. 'Yes!' she cried, her body arching and pleading for more. She tilted her hips and dragged him down. Thranduil bit her throat gently and tangled his free hand in her hair. Her thighs trembled around him, her mind full of the brightness, full of love. He kissed her more deeply than usual. Phe felt as though he was trying to take her twice, once between her legs and once between her lips. She made a helpless noise and grabbed him eagerly, only for a second orgasm to rush through her unexpectedly. She collapsed with a satisfied moan. Then Thranduil groaned and buried himself deep. A moment later he slid from her body wet and glistening. Before he could move off her to let her breathe she dragged him down. He resisted for a moment before he realised she wanted to be squashed, then with a smile he let her have his weight and put his face in her hair.
'Mmmm,' she breathed, as she gave his backside a little squeeze. 'You are heavy, my lord. It is because you are all muscle. I like this one best,' she pushed her hips against him softly so that he took her point. He laughed and though he was far too sensitive he pushed her favourite part against her soft, wet core and whispered back;
'I am all muscle so that I can protect you.'
Phe found herself pinned beneath his body and his gaze. She met his eyes suddenly feeling very vulnerable. Thranduil's lids fluttered closed when he kissed her. He buried a warm hand in her hair and took her mouth to his satisfaction. When he was done he put his nose in her throat and breathed the smell of her skin and sweat.
'Will you, my lord?' she asked softly. Phe already knew the answer but there was some deep, aching need in her belly to hear it.
'For as long as I draw breath,' he said softly.
He moved to give her some air and settled at her side where he tangled his fingers warmly with hers. Phe rolled into his arms and wrapped hers around his chest. Then she shut her eyes and went to sleep in his arms and he followed her, content.
000
'You know, I think there is much benefit in this,' she held up the book from which she had learned how to meditate. Thranduil plucked it from her fingers.
'In what sense?'
'Since I began, I have felt much better in general. I keep seeing strange things, too. Yesterday I sat so long that my mind began to journey inside me! As clear as day I saw a great light shining! It gave me comfort. It spoke and said it had love for me. I believed it, it felt so real, as though the Valar themselves were staring back at me from within! Odd, is it not? Do you think I have gone mad?'
Thranduil closed the book and shook his head.
'Not moreso than usual.'
Phe slapped him playfully. 'You should try it. It is very calming actually. It is as if the whole world stops turning. It is peaceful.'
Thranduil smiled and kissed her throat.
'I do not need meditation to make my world stop turning,' he said suggestively. 'But I will admit I have seen much improvement in your mood and manner of late. You do not lose our temper so quickly, for one thing, and you do not have so many low moods. Your spirit seems to be here, not dwelling on the past. If this practise helps you then I encourage you.'
Phe smiled warmly at him. 'And I encourage your way,' she smirked at him. He teased her nipple for it and before long she was on her back again.
000
Phe found Legolas in the stables, brushing his horse down. She came to lean on the divide and watched him work. When he saw her standing there he offered her a small, hopeful smile. Phe came around the divider and touched the horses neck. Legolas gazed at her. How she had changed. Not so shy now, though just as gentle.
'It is strange to think you will soon be our Mother. Of sorts,' he said.
'I am far too young to be your Mother,' Phe smiled. ''But perhaps one day Anion and Leesha will think of me that way. Legolas...I know his death plays on your mind.'
Legolas' smile faded. He had been waiting for this. Her final rebuke.
'Brother,' she finally said softly and she caught his eyes and then his hand. 'I was grieving. I did not come to you sooner because I did not know what to say. You have been a true friend and a protector to me. I habour no ill will for you. It is done and you need not seek my forgiveness any more. It is given.'
Legolas licked his lips and for a moment he seemed about to speak, then tears rose unbidden and before he could excuse himself Phe grabbed him and drew him down into a hug. He was quite a bit taller but she managed it all the same. She squeezed him gently for a moment. He swiped tears off his face.
'I did not expect this,' he confessed.
Phe shrugged.
'I think...my Father bought forth his own death. Of the other I will not speak. She has no place in my life and no place in my heart. I will not even utter sounds of her. I would not honour her memory.'
Phe released his hand.
'I would be your sister, if you will let me?'
'Yes,' he nodded quickly. 'You do not need to ask me. You are part of our family already. Ada has seen to that,' he smiled.
000
Phe opened the door to Olerydes chambers and found the girl still abed. She crept quietly inside, wondering if Olerydes was sick. Phe put a hand on her shoulder.
'Olerydes? It is almost lunch time, are you still asleep?'
Phe leaned over and saw that Olerydes' fingers were covered in blood. Phe made to shake her in panic but Olerydes opened her eyes as if she were waking from a nap. Her smile faded into a grimace.
'I was sleeping,' her voice was edged with pain.
Then Phe saw the bedcovers were soaked. She pulled them back slowly.
'Olerydes...did you wet yourself?'
'No,' she whispered. 'Phe. Will you fetch Ada for me? I do not think it will be long now.'
Phe stood slowly as the penny dropped.
'The baby?' she whispered. She fled from the room and ran to find Thranduil. He was in the small council meeting. She ran into Legolas at the bottom and caught him by the arms.
'I must run more, I cannot breathe!' she complained. 'The baby is coming! Olerydes is asking for Thranduil.'
A few minutes later, Thranduil emerged and handed his crown to his son.
'The chamber needs you as she needs me.'
When Legolas had gone inside to take his Father's place, Thranduil took Phe by the hand.
'Fetch Duven,' he said.
Thranduil was not surprised to see Olerydes in bed. Inside, he could smell blood. As crossed the bedroom, his heart nearly in his throat, Olerydes rolled over painfully to look at him.
'Ada,' she whispered, clearly very relieved to see him. Thranduil slid onto the bed beside her and took her hand. After a minute she turned to bury her nose in his leg.
'It hurts so much,' she whispered.
'How long since the pain began?' he asked softly. 'Why did you not call for us?'
'Since breakfast,' she said.
Thranduil was suddenly glad he had not lied to her. He shifted and felt the wet sheets.
'Olerydes. We must change the bed or you will be cold.'
'No,' she shook her head, 'I cannot move. It hurts too much.'
'You must, Iellig.'
The door creaked open and Phe tip toed in as though it were a temple with Duven behind her.
Phe was glad when Duven made no comment on Thranduil's presence.
Perhaps it would have been as he said! Phe pushed down all thoughts of her elfling with grim determination. I will not think of him. I will look to the future or the past will swallow me. I do not wish to drink that tea three times a day again!
Phe stripped the bed as she was instructed and layered towels down where Olerydes was to sit. Then she put sheets on top even though it was clear they - and the bed - would be ruined by morning. Then Thranduil lifted Olerydes back onto it and resumed his position at her side. After that excitement, very little happened for some time.
Phe had not realised how long childbirth would take. She was still sitting in the same chair, on the opposite side to Thranduil, two hours later. She was getting hungry but not so hungry as Olerydes, who had already polished off three pieces of fruit and a sandwich. Thranduil peeled an apple and cut it methodically. He handed the pieces to her and rubbed her shoulder through what looked to be a very uncomfortable few minutes. Phe felt a bit like a fly on the wall, especially since Olerydes seemed too preoccupied with pain to say much.
Phe had almost dozed off. An afternoon tea was brought in and carried away again. Duven had come and gone with hot blankets and food and whatever herbal concoctions he thought were necessary. He was back with a pile of towels before Olerydes yelped and climbed the bed, as if trying to escape the pain might ease it. Thranduil grabbed her swiftly. He stroked her hair and waited while she struggled through. Phe felt sick. She had never seen anyone go so white before. It would have been easier if Olderydes made more noise but her silence hinted at a worse discomfort than yelling might have.
By the time the girl breathed again, she was almost green and Phe had the good sense to pass a bowl at Thranduil's gesture. He must have known what she was going to do. Phe was not prepared to watch her throw up and then sag against her Father.
'It hurts!' she gasped. 'Ada!'
The panic in her voice made Phe go dizzy but Thranduil stroked her warmly until she relaxed a little.
'Hush,' he breathed, stroking her forehead. 'Save your strength.'
Suddenly Phe felt very out of place here, as if watching it was certainly far harder than doing it. Thranduil wiped Olerydes forehead with a cloth and gathered up her hair to drape it over his shoulder. Then he put his lips on her temple while she tried to breathe and whispered so many little encouragements that Phe tuned them out after a while. Olerydes gripped his hand.
How boring, thought Phe, as another hour ticked by and all that changed was how Olderyes squirmed. It seemed her breathing got harder and there were more of those times when she yelped and gripped his hand. They seemed to be coming closer and closer together. Phe spent the next half an hour holding her hand and counting them. Certainly they were coming faster. Once Olerydes closed her eyes and went to sleep between them.
Phe looked at Thranduil questioningly.
'Let her rest,' he whispered. 'She will need all her strength soon. It is close now.'
There was another round with the bowl shortly after and then Duven returned with some more heat. Phe wanted to point how unfair this was on women everywhere.
Then Olerydes woke sharply and made a horrible noise, half way between a choke and a sob and her whole body tensed. Phe turned to look at her in shock. She had never heard anyone make a sound like that before. Thranduil wrapped Olerydes tightly in his arms and whispered that it would be over soon. The pains gave her no time to breathe. Before one had died the next was rising. Phe was sure Olerydes would have screamed if she had the air for it.
Phe regretted standing where she might see what Duven was doing. It looked almost sexual but he must have found whatever he was feeling about for inside her. He nodded and wiped his hands. Phe wondered what that was about. Then Thranduil stroked Olerydes' hair back warmly and said;
'Push, Iellig.'
Olerydes shook her head. Asking that on top of her suffering was clearly too much. Her Father gripped her hand firmly.
'You do not have a choice,' he said. 'Push and it will be over faster. Take her hand, Phe.'
Phe did as he said. She found Olerydes a good deal stronger than she looked. Phe winced. Again she thought that screams would have been easier than this quiet agony but before long she was gratified with a lot more noise. Pained little gasps, the most horrible moans and eventually a cry that had surely wrenched itself right from the pit. Phe wished dearly it would be over so that she did not have to stare at her own future any longer.
Phe was embarrassed to find her hands shaking. Later she could lie and say it was excitement but it was cold fear really. Thranduil was enviably calm, but Phe knew his eyes well enough to discern his worry. He had positioned Olerydes between his legs. He was holding her in a cage of his arms and whispering to her when she yelled in pain.
He glanced at Phe as Olerydes choked out a horrible sob and Duven nodded silently to him.
'I would sit,' he warned Phe.
'Why?' Phe unwisely questioned. Then she sat, because Duven was messing with something between her spread legs. Olerydes made a noise that Phe would not forget any time soon. She gasped in a lungful of air and buried her tears in her Father's chest. Suddenly a small, red, moving thing was removed from her and wrapped swiftly in a blanket.
Phe was suddenly dizzy. All the blood seemed to have rushed into her feet. Then the pink blob wailed. The noise was startling after so long in the silent, painful process and far worse than Olerydes weeping, it sounded panicked and far too loud. Phe grabbed the bed but it was too late. The next thing she felt was a cold, wet cloth on her head and she blinked her eyes open to look up at Duven, who was gazing back, concerned.
Phe sat up, feeling as though she might like to use the bowl herself. The wailing had stopped. Olerydes lay on her side with her hand buried in a pink blanket and her arm hooked gently around her elfling. Sitting behind her, Thranduil rubbed her back gently. Phe stood up and found her legs shaking.
Thranduil rose to catch her hands and offered her a smile that spoke of great amusement.
'You need some air. Open the curtains. Shall we see what effort has brought?'
I will faint again. I do not want to look at it! Phe remembered too well the gooey, bloody, wailing mess that was allegedly a baby as it slithered uncomfortably from her sisters body. Light flooded the room and Phe worked up the courage to take a look.
She found a clean, very pink, sleeping elfling and so long as she kept her eyes off the pile of used towels there was no blood to be seen.
Olerydes smiled tiredly and reached for Phe's hand. She drew Phe down and pulled the blanket back. Phe gazed at the little pink face and a rush of love and excitement came over her so suddenly that she was surprised by her own emotions.
'You fainted,' Olerydes smiled. 'I cannot say I blame you.'
'Olerydes...you were so brave,' Phe peered into the little face. 'I have never seen an elfling so young...when my sister was born she was kept from me. She passed before I could meet her.'
Thranduil glanced up at her in apparent surprise but said nothing.
'She is so beautiful,' Olerydes whispered and she ran the tip of her finger through the girls thin, dark hair.
'She has your dark hair, too,' Phe smiled widely. 'Can she hear us?'
'Yes, of course!' Olerydes smiled. 'She knows she has been born.'
'How do you know?'
'I hear her feelings,' Olerydes smiled blissfully.
She looks so happy. I think I actually envy her despite all the pain she had endured. Perhaps it is worth it when you have the baby at the end of it?
Phe glanced at Thranduil and found his eyes pink. She guessed there had been tears while she was unconscious. Now she felt her own rising. Olerydes chuckled.
'Come on, Phe,' she teased. 'You are the only one who has not wept! Ada was sobbing when she was placed in his hands. You should have seen him!'
'I am entitled to weep,' he said defensively. 'I am a Grandfather finally. Shall I be Grandpa or Granddad?'
He leaned over to touch his granddaughters head. He smiled so softly that Phe broke up suddenly and had to find the kandkerchief she had stowed in her gown.
'Grandpa,' Phe choked happily. 'Grandpa Thranduil.'
He smiled contentedly and rubbed the tiny hand with the tip of his thumb and forefinger.
'Phe,' Olerydes said softly. 'Hold her? You will see how soft she is. You will want one of your own.'
Phe shook her head quickly.
'I might drop her, I cannot-' she protested but Thranduil scooped up his granddaughter gently and placed her in Phe's arms. He steadied her until she had the hang of it, then he stood back to admire. The baby woke, wriggled a bit and reached with a tiny hand for something to hold onto. Thranduil provided a finger and Phe laughed.
'Oh, she is perfect,' she said softly. 'So perfect. Look at her hands, she is lovely!'
Thranduil felt arousal stir in his belly. Now he knew how Phe would look with her own child. He desperately wanted to give her one. Then Phe burst into tears again while she was still smiling. She vaguely heard Thranduil and Olderyes laugh but she was too busy, too fascinated, and too excited to pay much attention to them.
A feeling had risen from the depths of her stomach. A sudden, burning urge to try again. Phe caught Thranduil's gaze and held it.
Sometimes I feel as if he can read my mind!
'Will she soon have a little brother or sister to play with then?' Olerydes put in merrily.
Thranduil was pleased to see that Phe did not blush at all. He touched her face softly. His eyes communicated all that he wanted to say.
'Yes,' Phe whispered to him very softly. Thranduil leaned in and kissed her hotly. Olerydes made a noise of amusement.
000
With no reason to rush their marriage, the wedding was held the next summer, when grieving was done and a whole year could be devoted to their closeness and commitment to each other. A gentle wind stirred the Summer flowers as Phe trod over the soft grass. Her gown trailed behind her, as white as the fresh flowers that had been braided into her hair. She wore a veil at Thranduil's request. She would have been happy to leave it off but he said he wanted to unwrap her later and Phe was not complaining.
Legolas wore a crown of flowers, wound through a circlet that flattered the colour of his eyes with a single blue gem. Olerydes held her daughter, who was conspicuously silent. Leesha was beside herself to be a bridesmaid and Phe thought Anion could have looked more comfortable in his outfit. His Ungol was a slightly strange addition to their day. She was bigger than Anion now and as soft as a brush. She still wore her new saddle from an earlier ride and Anion had tied a couple of flowers onto each of her knees. Daeben did not seem to care. Privately, Phe thought she looked ridiculous but it was a story she would be able to tell her children one day.
Thranduil wore embroidered white and his crown was decorated with the same flowers as were in Phe's hair. Standing before the Mage, he offered her his hands. Phe took them and revelled in the soft strength that radiated through his touch.
She held back her tears by a thin thread as their hands were bound with a single white thread. Weeping on her own wedding day would not be so becoming but she wanted to all the same. Thranduil looked quietly overcome. Phe took some comfort in that. It was good to know she was not alone in this ocean of feelings.
She spoke her vows softly and listened with a lump in her throat as he spoke his. Then he leaned down for a soft, sweet kiss and Phe kissed him back and then burst into happy tears. He grabbed her with a gentle chuckle and pressed their lips together again. With warm, dry thumbs he wiped away the tears and pulled her against his chest.
'Gi melin,' he whispered to the top of her head. Phe wrapped her arms around his chest.
'Until the last day I will love you, meleth nin,' Thranduil added, his hand warm and reassuring in hers.
'Endlessly I will love you,' she said softly when they broke apart. 'And all our children.'
'If ever we are blessed,' he smiled.
'When we are blessed,' she caught his gaze and smiled her final consent.
He drew her in and touched her cheek tenderly. 'Until Valinor. Until the end,' he whispered.

END
A/N - This has been a challenge and a pleasure to write. It's taken me about eight weeks, working exclusively on this story every day, to complete it. Each chapter took me at least five sweeps through and one or two readings out loud to check for errors and get the voices as polished as possible, so as you can imagine I'm absolutely knackered but it was well worth it! :D
Please let me know if you enjoyed it ;)
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