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Obedience to a king	By : lovinghimonly Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 4832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR, The Hobbit, or any other Tolkien world. The story is meant only for entertainment purposes, not money. English is not my native tongue. Please excuse errors. Constructive criticism is most welcome.

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The news spread through the kingdom like a wildfire. There was not a place where Camaenor and Lhinniel passed, where the elves were not talking about the fortunate elleth which their king wanted to marry. An elleth which had softened the icy heart of the king. A new queen for the woodland realm. And above all - the prospect of another heir. The elves were delighted. Lhinniel seethed with anger and wished to silence those elves. She wanted to close her ears, but had no choice but to listen to them as they walked past them. And the worst was, that everyone was happy about it. No one was disturbed by the news. No one except Lhinniel. Oh, how she hated this elleth. And now she had to serve her as well? That was humiliating to say the least. Baineth should be Lhinniel's maid. Lhinniel's expression darkened even more, as they approached Baineth's chamber. The king had stationed guards at her door. There was no mistaken, that she would be his new queen. While Lhinniel still pondered about the unfortunate turn of events, Camaenor spoke to one of the guards "I was called by our King to make a dress for our future queen for tonight's celebration". The guard nodded "The king has informed us about your visit.
He's not here right now, but you are allowed to enter the chamber". The guard opened the door and Lhinniel saw Baineth sitting on her bed. She looked pale and sickly, and an evil grin crossed Lhinniel's face. Something was wrong with Baineth. There was no excitement in her face, but pain. While Camaenor introduced himself to Baineth, Lhinniel put the materials which they had brought on a chair and waited. Baineth slowly got up. Her arm ached and she winced. Seeing Baineth's apparent pain brought great satisfaction into Lhinniel's infested heart. Camaenor waved Lhinniel over to him and they started to take measurements. It was obvious that Baineth suffered pain, but they did not comment on it. When they began to measure her shoulders width and arms length, Camaenor allowed Lhinniel do the work and began to pair up different materials, which he wanted to present to the king. His king would then select what he thought would be most suitable for his future wife. Baineth winced when Lhinniel grabbed her upper arm rather firmly but said nothing. She did not want anyone found out she was wounded. Lhinniel clearly felt the bandage through the thin fabric of Baineth's dress and tightened her grip purposefully. Baineth was even paler. Her breath quickened and small droplets of sweat appeared on her brow. She closed her eyes and tried to control her bodies reactions. This was horrible.
She swallowed hard and tried to endure the pain. Lhinniel read her reactions perfectly and knew that she caused her pain. She stood now beside Baineth and watched with pleasure how she reacted to her touch. She grabbed her arm again and moved it unnecessarily only to cause her more misery. Baineth lips trembled and her body began to sway back and forth, as if she was dizzy.
When Camaenor returned them, Lhinniel busied herself and Baineth sighed heavily. She was absolutely exhaustedly and Camaenor was very concerned about her welfare "My lady, you look very bad, please sit down". Baineth swayed forwards and would have fallen, if Camaenor had not caught her. He sat her down on her bed and Lhinniel put a pillow behind Baineth's back. She leaned against her headboard and sighed heavily. Lhinniel spotted a cup of tea on her night table and handed it to Baineth "My lady, please drink. You will feel better. Are you in pain? You look very pale, shall we call for a healer"? Her words were kind and spoken with a caring tone. Baineth wanted to cry but instead smiled weakly and shook her head "Thank you, but there is no need". Lhinniel returned the smile but deep in her eyes a dark shadow began to take shape quickly. This would not be the end. Lhinniel was pulled out of her dark fantasies when she heard the door open.
Thranduil came into the chamber and his senses were instantly on alert when he saw Lhinniel kneeling before Baineth's bed. He approached them quickly and noticed Baineth pale and sickly appearance. He would wait until the elves had gone before he spoke to Baineth. Camaenor congratulated the king and showed the different materials to him. Thranduil looked at them and shook his head "No, I do not like those materials"! Camaenor eyed the king in surprise who still shook his head. Thranduil explained Camaenor what he wanted, and sent the two elves away immediately. He had not expected that Camaenor would arrive so soon, and he had not expect him to bring Lhinniel along. Thranduil sat down on the bed and touched Baineth's forehead. The cold and sticky sweat on her skin indicated, that she suffered a lot of pain "What happened when I was gone"? His voice was caring and full of concern. Baineth expression was sad "Nothing. They have done their work, and then I sat down and you came back". The king eyed her with concern. He was surprised that her appearance had worsened within minutes of his absence. But then she was an elleth and she had suffered a nasty wound. He caressed Baineth's hand and she relaxed through his touch and closed her eyes.
A knock on the door startled Baineth and in turn angered the king. He let go of her hand and was at the door within a second. Baineth listened to the king's angry voice, who chastised the guards. She remembered last night's situation between the king and Galion. The king's temper was unstable like the weather in the spring. Baineth feared to tell him what happened when he was gone. She feared that the king would direct his wrath towards the elleth. Lhinniel knew nothing of Baineth's wound - at least she thought so - and she had acted unknowingly. Baineth decided to not inform the king about the situation. After all it had been done unintentionally. She recalled the king's warning that Lhinniel wanted to be in her place. But if she wanted that, she would be angry about the king's decision to marry Baineth. Lhinniel had spoken kind words. Baineth sighed heavily and closed her eyes. No, she'd better not tell the king such things. Otherwise his anger knew no bounds. The king returned to the bed and sat next to her. He caressed her head while he thought deeply about the celebration which would be held at night. He feared that Baineth condition was not well enough to go public. Thranduil was unaware about the fact that his rather hot temper had led Baineth to a decision, which could endanger her life. His thumb stroke her knuckles and he leaned down to kiss them. Baineth breathing calmed down and she fell asleep.
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In the sewing chamber elleth's sewed feverishly on various parts of Baineth's dress. Lhinniel sat in a corner and worked on one of the sleeves. She could not believe in her bad luck. They should be making a dress for her, not of Baineth. But there was still a lot of time for the situation to change. Her expression was as evil as were her thoughts. Lhinniel tried to calm her jealous heart. This was only a feast to celebrate the king's mindless idea to marry an unworthy elleth. One who must have bewitched him. Otherwise, how could he have chosen her to be his wife? Lhinniel stitched small patterns into the material while she was making plans. She had many ideas, but she needed someone's help to realize them. Surely she would succeed. How much could the king feel for Baineth? She was wounded and alone in her chamber. The king had chosen the materials for the dress himself.
How much could he love her? If he'd really loved her, the king would let Baineth chose what she liked. Yes. Lhinniel was sure that the king felt nothing for Baineth. Whatever he had planned to achieve through this marriage, might be achieved by marrying Lhinniel. She looked at the material which she held in her hands. Cotton and linen. Cotton was for lowly servants, not for future queens. The king had certainly chosen those materials to show Baineth her real place in his kingdom, and that was amongst his many servants. A shadow fell over her work "Where is your head? This dress is for our future queen. Concentrate on your work and do it properly. Otherwise I will give this service to another elleth". Lhinniel looked up at Camaenor and nodded silently while her insides screamed. She could not believe that now she was serving the elleth which she despised the most. Lhinniel had planned to serve here with Camaenor to achieve her goal. And that was to be closer to the king. But it turned out that the situation changed dramatically. Now she was not serving the king with her craftsmanship, but her own rival. Lhinniel tried to focus on her work. She had to deliver quality, otherwise she would loose her position. She could not afford to return to her former service. If that would happen, her plans would never flourish.
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"Did you touch the wound"? Annúngilon eyed Baineth questioningly and she shook her head. The king took a closer look at the wound and had to admit that Baineth's reply did not match with that what his eyes saw. He had noticed blood on her sleeve while Baineth had slept. The wound had begun to bleed again. That was indeed highly unusual, especially as it had been stitched. Thranduil had sent a guard to fetch his healer. Perhaps Annúngilon would be able to clarify the reason for the bleeding, and to improve Baineth's condition. Both elves looked at Baineth, who sighed and nodded "I have moved my arm when they took measurements". She closed her eyes and fell silent. Thranduil took her hand in his and caressed it while Annúngilon renewed the bandage. Then he gave Baineth a cup a freshly prepared tea and while she drank it he chanted elvish mantras to quicken the healing process. He turned towards the king "If you need me again before the feast, I will come. But in my opinion she will be better now. Let her rest until it is time to go to the celebration". The king nodded. Within minutes after Annúngilon's departure Baineth had fallen asleep again and the king sent a guard to call the healer back.
Thranduil stood next to her bed with his hands held behind his back "I want to have an explanation why she sleeps". Annúngilon approached the bed "My king, she is wounded. It is not surprising that she has fallen asleep. The stress and the pain influence her......" The king interrupted him "No. It has nothing to do with her injury. She is sleeping regularly since over a week". The healer sat down on the bed and began to examine sleeping Baineth "She is still very young and her body matures. She is about to reach adulthood in a few years and elleth's do sometimes have periods of sleep when their bodies blossom fully". Annúngilon touched her tummy and fell silent. Thranduil eyed the healer nervously. The king had checked before, but there had been no fëa in her womb. His healer looked up and gave the king a meaningful glance. Annúngilon got up "My king, everything is alright. There is no need to worry. But you must tell me what herbs you give her for contraception". Thranduil's body tensed. He had not expected this question. Although Thranduil concealed it every time, Annúngilon knew that he was sleeping with Baineth, and Thranduil did not like it. He went to Baineth's small cabinet and took out the bag with the herbs which he handed over his healer. Annúngilon checked them and shook his head "This mixture is not the best. These herbs are partially responsible for her tiredness. Has she taken them daily"? Thranduil nodded "Yes". His healer shook his head "I will give you other herbs, which are suitable for her. Since Baineth is not yet fully grown, it can have dramatic consequences if she takes the wrong herbs over a longer period of time. We want to make sure that she is healthy and able to be with child. I'll put together a mix of herbs especially for her, and hand them over to you confidentially".
When the healer was gone Thranduil sat down on the bed and leaned against its headboard. He rubbed his temples with his fingers and growled out. His mood was bad. He had to consult his healer. How ridiculous! Annúngilon knew that Thranduil was sleeping with Baineth. Thranduil wished that his relationship with her would have remained a secret. But one after another the elves began to find out what was going on. He hated the gaze of Annúngilon and wished that he would not have called him back. But at least he was sure now that all was fine with Baineth. Now she would take the right herbs. Thranduil wanted her to bear his child. Better sooner than later. But first they had to marry. He watched as her chest raised and lowered and stroked her hand. He waited that she would wake up again.
It was nearly sundown and Thranduil closed the laces of Baineth's dress "I have chosen those materials because the way the dress falls, compliments your body shape and it hides the bandage on your arm. I chose them to conceal your wound". She looked beautiful. When he was done, he began to comb her hair and let it fall freely over her shoulders and back. In the late afternoon Baineth's parents had visited them, and Thranduil was now assured that they were indeed satisfied with the change in their daughter's life. They seemed genuinely happy. Baineth rose from the chair and turned around. She looked much better now. Annúngilon had done a good job. Thranduil linked their arms and they approached her door. Thranduil stopped before he opened the door "Smile, and stay close to me. You have nothing to worry. If you feel unwell, tell me. And..." He cupped her face with his hands and claimed her lips in a kiss "After the celebration we will enjoy ourselves in your bed". Baineth blushed slightly and they left her chamber. It was awful for Baineth that everyone stared at her. Not only the stares caused her to feel uncomfortable, but the elves bowing to her. It gave their decision a final touch. It was really happening. Baineth felt an onslaught of nervousness when they walked into the large hall. Thranduil squeezed her hand firmly when they walked down the stairs together. Fortunately the king had announced a feast for tonight, and not a ball. The feast would end after a reasonable time. Thranduil helped Baineth when she sat down before he took his seat. The other elves sat down, and silence fell in the large hall.
Dimaethor rose and began to speak "We have assembled here tonight to celebrate the king's decision to marry Lady Baineth. We all know that the marriage of a king brings always good fortune to a kingdom, and we look forward to a bright and happy future. Let us toast to this bond, and give them our good wishes". The elves raised their glasses and cheered before they drank. Baineth foot touched Thranduil's leg and he looked over to her. She leaned closer to him "Why did they give us their good wishes and not their blessings"? Thranduil smiled "The blessings will be given at the betrothal ceremony". Baineth nodded and sipped on her water. She made herself comfortable and watched as the elves began to eat. Throughout the feast Baineth began to feel more confident and began conversations with the elves which sat closest to her. The king listened to her with amusement and was glad that she became more confident. It had been a good move to go public. Baineth was accepted by his subjects and he could not wish for more. The elves had ended their meal, and continued with wine and talk. Baineth jerked when she felt the king's legs touch hers. She looked over at him and smiled. He saw the tiredness in her eyes and decided to leave the feast. Thranduil rose from his chair and helped Baineth to get up before they began to leave the hall "Did you enjoy the celebration"? Baineth nodded "Yes, it was not so bad after all. I guess the worst is over". The king nodded "Yes, the worst is over". He walked Baineth back to her chamber where they parted ways. Thranduil kissed her knuckles and smirked "I will see you very soon". As he turned to leave Thranduil spotted Annúngilon who approached him. The healer handed the king a small cotton bag before he bowed and left.
Baineth lay on her bed and awaited the king. She was glad that they had left the celebration early. Her wound still ached, but the pain had lessened considerably during the past few hours. It did not take long until Thranduil arrived. Baineth eyed the small bag which he carried with him curiously. She had seen that the healer had passed it on to Thranduil "Are these herbs for my wound"? Thranduil shook his head "No. But you will take these herbs from now on instead of the ones which I gave to you". Baineth eyed the king with disbelieve "The healer knows that we..." She blushed heavily and Thranduil could not help but smirk at her "I consulted Annúngilon today after you had fallen asleep. He said that the herbs which I had given you were responsible for your rather unusual need for sleep". The king threw the bag onto her small table and walked over to her bed "I was worried about your health because you sleep a lot these days". Baineth had crawled over to the edge of the bed and Thranduil tilted up her chin and kissed her. He wrapped his arms carefully around her body and pulled her close. Her body molded perfectly into his and his hands began to wander. He brushed his fingers over her butt before he squeezed one cheek firmly. Baineth moaned and broke their kiss before she began to fumble clumsily with the buttons of his tunic. Thranduil watched her for a moment before he helped her. Baineth opened his belt buckle and continued to undress the king until he stood naked in front of her. Thranduil took her hand and helped her to get up. Then he turned Baineth around and began to open the laces of her dress. He slowly bared her shoulders and upper back. He moved her hair aside, letting it flow over her left shoulder. Thranduil placed feathery kisses along her shoulder before he let the dress slide down. Thn the king snaked his arms around her waist. His smooth hands glided over her silken skin which was warm and soft. His fingers traced over her hip bones and circled her navel before he cupped her round breasts with his large hands. He squeezed them firmly and Baineth leaned against his body and closed her eyes. The heat which radiated from his skin was soothing and exciting at the same time. Thranduil's hands explored her body and he began to grind his hips into her butt. Baineth groaned softly when she felt his shaft harden against her skin. She moved her hips and began to stimulate his length while the king nibbled on her neck and ear. Her hand slid behind her and she tried to pull him even closer to her than he already was. Thranduil turned her around and kissed her hungrily. His fingers combed through her hair and she wrapped her arms slowly around his broad body. Thranduil wondered how he should make love to her. After all, she was hurt.
After a moment of reflection he decided to lay her on her back. He pushed her carefully onto the bed and began to trail kissed up her thigh until he reached her womanhood. Baineth breath trembled in anticipation, and he felt her hands shake almost unnoticeable which she had placed on his shoulders. He crawled up until his face hovered over hers. Their eyes met and he cupped her cheek with one hand and kissed her once before he lowered his hips until the head of his shaft brushed over the skin of her womanhood.
Baineth lips trembled and her eyes were clouded from arousal. Thranduil supported his weight with his elbows and continued to roll his hips against hers, making his length brush over her pearl time and time again. He felt her arousal deepen and enjoyed the reciprocation between their bodies. Baineth closed her eyes and held on to him firmly. Thranduil rubbed his arousal against her folds and she quivered hard. He knew that she awaited his penetration and he positioned his length at her entrance and pushed it inside her. Thranduil muffled her moan by kissing her eagerly before he began to thrust inside her carefully. He made sure that she was comfortable before he quickened his pace. His hot flesh within her caused her to shiver repeatedly while he groaned softly. Baineth buried her hands in his hair and pulled him down into a kiss. Their lips met and it was Thranduil who gained the upper hand. He nibbled on her lower lip before he sucked it into his mouth. Then he bit on it greedily and Baineth's body jerked. It had hurt her, but for Baineth's senses it had been a wake-up call. She tried to claim his lips and failed because he lifted his upper body off of hers. His thrusts became faster and more intense, as he filled her greedily with his throbbing length. Sensing her pain Thranduil slowed down and circled his hips against her pelvis, making Baineth moan. She looked up at him and smiled. The king glistened from sweat and panted with effort. His strokes were long and deep and his lips seemed to tremble at times. Baineth bucked her hips against his and felt her inner muscles tense. She was close to her climax. He changed the angle and his shaft penetrated her slowly. The head of his shaft glided over her sweet spot repeatedly and Baineth squirmed under him. A jolt of pleasure shot to her inner core and she arched her back when she found her release. Thranduil grabbed her head with one hand to make her look at him. Her lust filled eyes satisfied him greatly and he began to pump into her fast but still cautiously until he found his own release. His moan was deep when his seed spilled into her womb and he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. Baineth tried to pull him down on her, but he resisted. He did not want to burden her body too much. Thranduil smiled and began to caress her flushed cheek with his thumb. He had missed the colour in her ghostly pale face. The slight redness of her cheeks had always attracted him. Now it reassured him that she would recover and all would be well in time. He chuckled when Baineth yawned. Baineth blush deepened and he kissed her before he lifted his body off of her, leaving her inner heat. She would have objected if not for her tiredness. Baineth turned on her side and slung her leg around his before she nuzzled her face into his chest. She loved his musky scent. She breathed it in deeply and fell asleep almost immediately.
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