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Hearts of fire, souls of ice	By : Nuredhel Category: -Fourth Age to Modern times and beyond > Het - Male/Female Views: 2339 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, it belongs to Tolkien, and i do not earn any money from this work of fiction, it is solely written for entertainment and not for profit at all.I do not own Lord of the Rings, it belongs to Tolkien,

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The king’s counsellors are coming up with a rather reckless and sly plan, they want the king to return to his old self and sometimes rules are made to be broken right?
Chapter two: An inappropriate proposition

The two elves who sat comfortably in their chairs in front of the fireplace was both in deep thoughts, they had both a rather worried expression upon their faces and they stared at the flames as if they believed that the fire would produce the answer to their problems by some magical force. They had been sitting there for hours, both were trying to come up with the solution to the troubles which were haunting the realm.
As counsellors to the king they had a very important position, one with both power and prestige but as of now they would have been fine with working in the stables or kitchens. Anything was better than this, they felt as if they were putting their very lives on the line every day and the stress and fear was starting to really affect them. Callorion was the oldest of the two, he had worked also for the kings father but never in such a high position and the younger one , Lendarion was almost his apprentice in some ways. Now they both tried to find a solution to a problem which could cause the downfall of them all.
It had been many years since the passing of the queen and the situation had become dire, there were orcs and spiders everywhere or so it seemed, and rumors spread that the old enemy may not be dead after all and that he was regaining his strength. The warriors were out on patrols almost all the time, trying to defend the realm and its population and the king was always occupied with maps, plans and strategies. He was doing a marvelous job and never rested but they could all see what it did to him. Legolas had returned from duty injured several times and they could all see the fear and helplessness this created within their monarch. If he had been ill tempered before it was nothing compared to what he was now, nobody dared to question anything he said and the counsellors had a feeling that their job of giving good advice had been reduced to standing there nodding their heads like dimwits.
He was drinking more than he should and he was perhaps the strong and wise ruler but in private he was a mess. They both knew it. Legolas was worried, his father never relaxed, never did anything for himself. He barely slept and his personal servants had to almost fight him to make him bathe and eat and put on proper clothes. He had to keep them all safe, to keep the realm strong and he refused to receive much help from the other realms. The powers of the other rulers could have been of great help but he seemed to believe that their help somehow was double edged, that they had some hidden agendas he could not see. Legolas had a feeling that the constant pressure and the never ending fear was making his father a bit paranoid, and although the rest of their people never saw this side of him very unhappy too. It was as if he was trapped within a never ending darkness and he could see no light, he had told his son this much one evening when he had gotten more drunk than usual. The people would praise him, bless his wisdom and strength and how he worked to ensure their safety but within he was so very insecure, he doubted himself constantly. He feared that he would make a mistake, that he would fail them all. If the enemy really was returning then he knew that war was inevitable, and then what? He remembered the battles he had fought before, the death and pain and fear and the terrible loss and sorrow which followed even if you were on the victorious side. He would never allow his people to loose so many of their own again so he concentrated on strengthening the borders and keeping the rest of the world away. If the world was changing then be it, his realm would remain unchanged and safe. The rest of the realms could burn for all that he cared. He would keep their stronghold safe and there they would endure.
His counsellors knew that he was acting like a horse with blinkers, oblivious to the entire situation. He saw only what he wanted to see and it could spell disaster. But saying anything to him was useless, it would be ignored and they almost missed the old days. Yes, there had been quarreling, arguing screaming and fighting but at least he had listened! Now he never did, even a wise and ancient king can’t know absolutely everything and although he had supreme power within his realm it was just a small part of Arda.
Callorion missed the queen, it was weird but he really did. She had been a very nice person towards others and she had been deeply loved by everyone, except her husband of course. Losing her had made their king lose his grip and Lendarion swore that he more than once had become frightened by the kings sudden outbursts and strange behavior. He was isolating himself, if he had been a cold character before he was even more so now, he would show some affection towards his son but he had become very controlling towards him too and their relationship had become strained and difficult. It was no doubt that Legolas loved his adar deeply but Thranduil never allowed his son to show those emotions, it was as if the king hated himself so much that he thought himself unworthy of his sons affection and tried to subconsciously prove that to himself by driving him away. Sooner or later it would end in tragedy and the counsellors feared the day the prince wouldn’t return from duty, it was a strong possibility that it would happen because nobody is invincible, not even an excellent warrior as Legolas. That day their king would surely succumb to it all and their people would be leaderless and lost and the realm would crumble into ruin. There had to be something they could do!
That day the king had ordered that some of the elven settlements within the forest were to be abandoned, the inhabitants were moved to the palace or the nearby villages and the counsellors had been relieved to see that the king was able to make some very wise decisions still. They had given the orders and they expected the first refugees to arrive in a few days. It was of course sad that so many had to leave their homes but the settlements were just too close to Dol Guldur and the threat and danger to strong. They could not use resources on defending these small villages, they had to concentrate on the important ones. They had been studying maps and trying to determine where they should send the next patrols, the spiders were a menace and the forest had withered and become sick over the years. Greenwood had become Mirkwood and even though the king threw lavish parties whenever he could the joy and light had vanished from the place. Even when there were singing and drinking and dancing it all seemed very hollow, almost artificial. If nothing happened then they would probably meet the end of this realm and they would leave for the grey havens.
Lendarion remembered the court as it had been, the palace as it had been, a place of laughter and joy. Now it was a place in constant preparation for war and death and he felt that hope had been lost along the way. Callorion sighed and lowered his head, he was pinching the bridge of his nose and tried to think clearly. He stared at the cup of wine at his side with a sad look, if this continued he was dead sure that they both would be as dependent of this stuff as the king obviously was. Lendarion closed his eyes and leaned back toward the chair. “I thought I would have to save an elleth from a disaster today. “
Callorion turned his head towards the younger elf, Lendarions dark brown hair was shining in the light from the fireplace and he stared at the flames with a distant gaze. “What are you talking about?”
Lendarion made a grimace. “The daughter of that jeweler, you must have seen her? Quite a bosom and legs like a thoroughbred, a pretty little thing but more stupid than a cave troll.”
Callorion had to think for a little, then he remembered the elleth, she was indeed pretty and there with her father who was working on restoring some very valuable and ancient heirlooms belonging to the royal family. “I know who it is yes, she is turning the heads of almost all the Ellyn she encounters.”
Lendarion nodded. “And therein is the problem you see, she is so damn…ignorant. I have never seen a more dimwitted elleth, she is like a butterfly fluttering about without any thoughts in her pretty head.”
The elder counsellor nodded. “Yes, I have heard that she is somewhat lacking in manners but why did you have to save her? What happened?”
Lendarion sighed and stretched his legs towards the fireplace, he enjoyed the heat and felt grateful that he at least lived within the palace where he could enjoy things like this. “The silly little thing was joining her father when he showed the king the progress he was making in his work, and she was practically throwing herself at the king. “
Callorion rolled his eyes, they had seen some examples of this kind of behavior in the years after the queen died, ellith who thought that they could catch the king’s attention and perhaps become his new wife or at least a mistress. Some were commoners, some were of noble birth but they all were like leeches and only the fact that he didn’t seem to react to their more or less discrete advances had made the number of such attempts decline with the years. This elleth was not a local and so she probably didn’t know that the king never bedded anyone. It was not for lack of will, it was rather obvious for anyone that he ached for female company but he refused to give in to his carnal desire. His people was more important than his libido and some saw this as a good example of how honorable he truly was. Others saw it as a less positive sign, he was becoming so frustrated sooner or later something had to give. “So what happened?”
Lendarion shrugged. “I saw that it could have only two possible outcomes, she was trying to seduce him with her own father in the room. Either Thranduil would get even more angry than he already was and order her arrested or he would grab her, take her to his rooms and ruin her reputation and future. I could see the look that was in his eyes Callorion, and it frightened me so I just grabbed her and shoved her out the door claiming that she was disturbing her father’s explanations. I have never seen anyone looking at me thus, her gaze was murderous.”
Callorion shook his head and had to laugh. “I bet it was, but well done.”
Lendarion sighed and emptied his cup of wine in a sip. “Yeah, if he had thrown her in the dungeons it would have looked bad and if he had taken her it would have looked even worse, he would have to be a lot more discrete if he was to bed her. There were guards in the room and if he had dragged her away everybody would have known within the hour and the rumors that would have started? It would have been a mess, and her father would have been furious too and probably demanded a huge compensation. I doubt that she is a maiden but in her father’s eyes I bet she is as pure as a white rose. The king was at the breaking point, I could clearly see it. She had that bosom of hers right in front of his eyes, I mean, he is after all flesh and blood and if he doesn’t soon start to pay attention to himself again he won’t last. That is a fact. I do in fact miss the queen”
Callorion sniggered. “Me too, she held him in balance, kept him satisfied. Yes they were fighting like cats and dogs but he was so much more agreeable back then.”
Lendarion nodded. “I wonder what would happen if he was to remarry?”
Callorion raised an eyebrow. “Getting married again? That is almost unheard of but even if it was possible I do not think that he would agree to that. The word marriage isn’t his favorite, that I am pretty darn sure of. He has had nothing but misery when it comes to matrimony. His son is of course the exception but he must have been the only good thing that came from that marriage.”
Lendarion grinned. “Yes, but do not forget a lot of noise too.”
He looked down and had a peculiar expression on his face when he looked back up. “Well, if he doesn’t want to get married again, which I seriously doubt that he will unless he of course should come across the very elleth of his dreams whoever she may be, there could perhaps be other solutions?”
Callorion looked at the younger elf with confusion within his glance. “What are you talking about?”
Lendarion was blushing. “I just happen to know that among the kings of the mortals it is not unheard of to keep a concubine or several?”
Callorion scoffed and stared at his apprentice with obvious shock. “Are you nuts?! We are not humans, they are so…barbaric at times!”
Lendarion nodded. “I know, but consider this. First of all, an elleth warming his bed would calm him down, we already know that from before. It would benefit us all in the long run. Second, if he was to have a mistress there would be no need for all the diplomatic work which would accompany a royal wedding? He would take her to his bed and that would be it, it would be a personal matter between him and that elleth of his choice. No need for treaties and paperwork and no meddling in-laws.”
Callorion stared at Lendarion with wide eyes, he was starting to realize that the younger elf actually was on to something. “Well, when you mention it there could be benefits yes, it would at least make him a little less aggressive and on edge. But I almost fear placing a poor elleth in that position, it would be cruel!”
Lendarion smirked. “Are you sure of that? If I remember it right the queen never complained about his love making, I don’t think he ever hurt her physically if you know what I mean?”
Callorion turned bright red. “Ah, that may be so, but what about that fortunate or unfortunate elleth and her future? The others here would regard her as…well, as a whore! And nobody would want to marry her whence he loses his interest in her, which he may do?”
Lendarion shrugged. “She’ll be compensated? Heck, there is plenty of possibilities, she could sail west or be given enough riches to live a very comfortable life!”
Callorion swallowed. “We are already discussing this as if it was to happen, damn it. But you are right, that elleth would do the entire realm a great favor and the king an even greater one. People would understand this I am sure. Some ellith will become jealous for sure but many were jealous of the queen too and she was his lawfully wedded wife. The idea is in fact good, but then there is one difficult question left, who would dare to become the king’s mistress? It has to be someone he finds very attractive and I doubt that he fancies the ladies of the court, they are all a little…too eager!”
Lendarion grinned. “Yes, he knows them too well, there is nothing new or exciting about any of them.”
Callorion’s eyes got narrow. “You have an idea, I can see it clearly?”
Lendarion smiled and nodded, he looked triumphant. “Yes I do, there will be refugees coming, there has to be some very lovely young ellith among them? Unmarried, innocent, ready to do their duty to the realm? And poor too, don’t forget that. The promise of a better future may persuade even the most conservative of families to agree on a small proposition?”
Callorion gasped. “Lendarion, sometimes I think that you are rather devious! That is a very sly plan, it could backfire with terrible results. What if there is nobody among those strangers able to catch his attention?”
Lendarion cocked his head. “Let’s worry about that when the problem occurs? I am sure that the sight of a few new faces would have a very good effect on him. We just have to find an elleth beautiful and smart enough to catch and hold his interest for more than just a few quick rounds between the sheets.”
Callorion had to laugh. “Yes, nobody like that jewelers daughter, she is just too blunt and too vulgar. The elleth of his choice should be a lady, but not of noble birth.”
Lendarion grinned. “I will take a look at the elves who arrive, trust me, I am sure that I will find a good candidate.”
Callorion nodded and closed his eyes. “And may the Valar forgive us for what we are about to do! If this ends in disaster we will need their protection I fear!”
Lendarion had a serious expression on his fair face. “And if we succeed we will have our king back as he used to be, not slowly fading away as he is now. Legolas is a capable warrior but he is not the kind of an ellon who is able to be a leader and absolutely not a king. He is too rash and reckless, he is a fighter and no diplomat.”
Callorion sighed and got up. “I know, but I will leave this whole scheme to you my friend, you will have to be the one to approach that elleth you think he may fancy and make that very inappropriate proposition, I do not envy you that task!”
Lendarion shrugged. “I will deal with it when the time comes. Until then, I will concentrate on finding just the right one, I have a feeling that the Valar may be smiling at us, I am sure they will approve of our plan!”
Callorion nodded slowly. “I pray that they do, because this is a plan so sly and dirty it is worthy of Sauron himself!”
Lendarion sniggered. “Well, they say that everything is legal in love and war!”
Callorion just shrugged and left the room and Lendarion stared at the flames once more. He was sure he was onto the right track, the king needed someone in his life who could help him ease down and find peace. And the realm needed its king so it wasn’t really such a hard decision to make, after all, his job was to help the king making the right decisions and sometimes even the royal need a little kick in the butt to do the right thing.
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