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Lorinand Memoirs: The Bough Breaks	By : Avaloyuru Category: +Second Age > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Struggling to shake himself of the heaviness of his sleep, Thranduil could hear the angry voices in the other room, they sounded muffled and distant. He wanted to move but the pain that had wracked his body was far worse than it did the previous night. Slowly as the fog of sleep lifted from him he was able to recognize the voices as those of his father and the servant Galion.
“I will not go against Garävegión and will leave Aldalómë to him.” Oropher stated, the anger in his tone was unmistakable. “As for my son, my mind is made up. The arrangements have been made. Once he has healed he will travel to Lórinand where he will remain as a charge of King Amdír until such time as I decide he will be allowed to return.”
“Cerithon i iest, gîn Heruamin.” (As you wish, my Lord-Formal) Galion stated, no longer caring that his own anger had risen to match that of the king. “He will not go alone, do not stand in my way. Húriön will serve you as adequately as I.”
“You would dare defy me?” Oropher hissed at him.
“I remind you gîn Heruamin.” (My Lord-Formal) Galion spit out the last word as if it left a foul taste in his mouth. “We serve out of choice, we are not your servants. I will go where I please.”
Thranduil stiffened, unable to believe what he had just heard. Not only was his father willing to send him away, he would send him to live alone amongst strangers. Until he decided he could return? How long would he leave him there? He needed permission to return home? What was to happen to Aldalómë? Why was Galion defying his father? So many questions circled through his mind as he struggled to sit up, he needed to go talk to his father. A loud whimper escaped his lips as a horrible pain shot through his head and neck causing him to fall back onto the pillows.
“Do not try to get up.” Galion stated anxiously as he quickly reached the side of the bed.
Tears stung the back of his eyes as he held them tightly shut. Thranduil heard the sound of the door to his chambers slam shut, marking not only his fathers’ exit but signaling that he was still angry enough with him that he wanted nothing to do with him.
“So.” Thranduil said quietly, although he didn’t open his eyes. “I am to be exiled for my sins.”
“What are you talking about?” Galion asked more harshly than he had intended as he adjusted the blankets back over him. “Thranduil?” He insisted, sitting on the edge of the bed when the young prince turned his face away from him. “What sins have you committed?” He asked as he gently took his face in his hands, forcing him to look at him.
“Anÿë Gérion.” (Oh Little One) He said softly, his heart aching as he watched the tears slip silently from the corners of the young prince’s eyes. “You have committed no sin.” He told him, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. “Rest, I will be right back.”
Nodding, Thranduil rolled onto his side and hugged his pillow. Staring into the flames that flickered across the logs in the hearth at the foot of his bed, he tried to think of nothing. Yet there were so many questions that still chased themselves around in his thoughts. He knew nothing about this place Lórinand or this King Amdír his father spoke of, but it obviously didn’t matter. Wanting nothing more at that moment than to be alone, he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep when he heard Galion return.
“You need to sit up for bit and drink this.” Galion said softly as he gently patted his shoulder.
“I do not want to.” Thranduil whispered, refusing to open his eyes or even move.
“You sit up and you drink this.” Galion said sternly. “It will help with the pain and the swelling.”
Frowning slightly Thranduil offered no resistance as Galion pulled the pillows together to give him more support. The brew had obviously been sweetened liberally with honey, still it left an odd taste in his mouth that he wasn’t sure whether he liked it or not. Thankfully the cup was only half filled as it was clear that Galion was not leaving until he had drank all of it.
“I will leave this here for you to apply as you need.” Galion stated as he retrieved a small tin from a pocket in his robes. “You do not need much.” He continued as he opened it and dipped his finger into the yellowish salve. “It is beeswax with herbs that will aid in the healing.” He told him as he gently applied a thin coat of it to the prince’s swollen lower lip.
“Now you need to rest.” He told him as he took the cup from him and set it beside the tin on the stand.
“I am not sleepy.” Thranduil stated, frowning slightly at him as Galion attempted to lay him back down in the bed.
“You will be.” Galion thought quietly to himself as he gently guided him down into the bed, pulling the covers back over him. “You do not need to be up and about right now. You need to rest in order to heal.” He told him as he leaned down, placing a fatherly kiss on his forehead. “I will check on you later.” He added, smoothing his hair with a gentle hand before collecting the cup and quickly departing.
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Sensing a presence in the room Thranduil slowly opened his eyes and glanced around. A slight frown creased his brow as he noticed the fire in the hearth burned much brighter than earlier, as if someone had added more logs. He didn’t remember going to sleep as he laid there staring into the hearth after Galion had left him. He could smell the delicious aroma of cinnamon and honey, causing his stomach to growl angrily.
“Finally.” Galion chuckled softly from a chair in the far corner of the room.
“How long have I been asleep?” He asked, struggling himself into a sitting position as Galion walked toward him. The pain in his face and long the right side of his body was still quite evident but not so much that he couldn’t handle it.
“Since yesterday morning. It’s still early evening.” Galion replied as he adjusted the pillows behind him to give him support. “You needed the rest, so I let you sleep.” He said as he sat on the edge of the bed beside him. “I’m happy to see that you seem to be feeling better.”
“Have you been here the whole time?” Thranduil asked, staring at him in disbelief.
“I did leave a few times to get some things I needed for you.” He replied quietly. “I needed to make arrangements for Húriön to take over my duties to the king. You are my only concern now.”
“Why?” Thranduil asked quietly. It was more of a statement than a question as he narrowed his eyes at him, not in anger but concern. He was learning firsthand the consequences of defying the king.
“Can we not speak of this now?” Galion beseeched him, clasping the princes’ hand tightly as he smiled at him.
“I would really like to know.” Thranduil pressed him, squeezing his hand as if to reassure him of something.
“Very well.” Galion sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I do not wish to speak ill of him, but for all your father speaks of responsibilities, duties, and honor there are other things that make a good king into a great king. Yet you will not learn these things from history books or from your father.” He stated, absently rubbing the back of Thranduils’ hand. “Your father is seen as a good king by many, yet he fails to understand that it is only by the will of those who serve that a king rules.”
Long moments stretched out between them as Galion watched the interesting play of thoughts and emotions flicker through those beautiful sapphire eyes. Thranduil was very much like his father in terms of being strong willed, yet Galion had seen early in his life that he was more of a thinker and unlike Oropher, he was not quick in his decisions or actions and could be reasoned with. While he may never ascend to the throne, as his son, Thranduil could one day hold the power to influence his father in later years.
“I think I want something to eat now.” Thranduil stated, a slight smile curling his lips as he squeezed his hand again. “If I am not mistaken, I smell cinnamon and honey.” He added, his eyes sparkling a little brighter.
“Do you want me to bring it to you or would you prefer to eat at the table?” Galion asked, arching a brow at him. It was an expression he recognized from the past when he would accuse him of being lazy.
“Fine.” He laughed softly as he shook his head. “Hand me my robe please.”
Although he rarely had visitors, the sitting room served as the public room within his private chambers which meant there were more lamps. Squinting slightly as he emerged from the darker more subdued lighting of his bed chamber, he glanced around. Not really sure why he did so as he did not really expect to see anyone.
“I tried to keep them warm for you in case you were ready to eat when you woke up.” Galion said as he hurried toward the hearth where he left the honeyed cinnamon rolls. “Alythiyiá made them fresh especially for you to have with your evening meal.”
“No.” He added quietly, shaking his head as he saw Thranduil’s eyes widen. “I only told her that you were hungry for them.” He added, smiling as the look of relief spread over the princes’ face.
Thranduil shook his head slightly, listening to his chatter as he followed him to the small table in the far corner of the room. He was admittedly more than a little uncomfortable with everything as he was not used to having anyone fussing over him, since that was a luxury reserved only for his father. He found it rather amusing that Galion could go from one topic to another without so much as stopping for a breath, all while he set out the small plates and began filling them with cheese, berries, nuts, and other fruits.
“The tea may taste a bit different, it has Qûercëntián mixed with the cinnamon to help the swelling.” Galion told him as he poured him a cup. “Unfortunately only time will heal your bruises.” He frowned deeply, the better lighting only seemed to intensify the large dark purple marks on his face and wrist.
“I will be fine Galion.” He told him as he accepted the cup from him. “Really, now sit down.” He smiled warmly at him.
Much more accustomed to taking his meals in the crowded dining hall, Thranduil found that he actually enjoyed the more private dining, even with Galions’ constant chatter. Chewing was difficult, aggravating the pain in his cheek and jaw so he chose to avoid the nuts, deciding to fill up on the softer fruits, cheese and of course the honeyed cinnamon rolls.
“We need to talk.” Galion said quietly as Thranduil settled into one of the comfortable chairs in front of the larger hearth in the sitting room after finishing their meal. “I know what has been going on between you and Aldalómë.” He added, pulling the padded foot bench closer to the prince.
Unconsciously pulling on a stoical expression as if it were a mask, Thranduil only stared at him as he felt his body run hot then cold in spite of the heat from the nearby hearth. Somehow it did not surprise him that Galion knew, he had an uncanny way of knowing about everything that went on within his fathers’ halls.
“What is there to talk about?” He asked, his tone was quiet and empty as he searched those soft green eyes. “I have sinned and deserve whatever punishments my father chooses.”
“Anÿë, pen neth nîn.” (Oh, my young one) Galion said softly, smiling as he took his hands in his own. “You have much to learn about life.” He continued, meeting the searching gaze evenly. Thranduil had long ago become quite adept at concealing his thoughts and feelings behind a cold mask. However, Galion knew him better than the prince could have imagined, having learned how to read the subtle signs that he could not control in the depths of his eyes.
“You deserve no such thing.” He told him, shaking his head. “You are grown now and do not come to me the way you once did. I have never interfered between a father and a son, yet in this I cannot remain silent.” He paused for a moment, squeezing his hands slightly as he felt them tremble. “There is no sin in your desires or what you have done.”
“My father.” Thranduil began, stopping as his voice cracked slightly. “Why?” He asked after long moments of silence between them.
“I cannot explain your father’s thoughts or reasoning any more than I can explain anyone else’s.” Galion sighed heavily. “But he is not alone in his feelings about this and you must learn to take care if this is the path that is set for you.”
“What do you mean the path set for me?” He asked, a slight frown furrowing his brow as he stared intently at the one who was becoming less a servant and more his friend in his eyes.
“Well.” Galion sighed uncomfortably, not quite sure how to explain it. “It is not as if things are preordained. Every living thing in Arda (the world) has a fäë (soul) but when Eru (God) made us, he gave us the ability to think and to reason through logic and feelings, each of us see things differently as we all experience different things that influence those abilities. More importantly is that he gave us the right of free will, only we know what is right for ourselves. No one else can tell you what is right or wrong for you, only you.”
Smiling to himself, Galion watched him as the young prince narrowed his eyes and appeared to study him in return. He watched as the spray of diamond like flecks slowly disappeared and the unique silver gray ring surrounding the beautiful sapphire irises begin to thicken and spill out like storm clouds against an azure sky. This was the part of him that he could not hide from the servant. Where some wore their emotions on their sleeves, Thranduil hid his within the depths of eyes and Galion could see the anger begin to fester within them.
“Don’t think on it too long.” Galion said quietly, smiling as he patted Thranduils’ knee lightly. “You still need your rest. I will see you in the morning.” He told him as he pushed himself up from the foot bench.
“Good night Galion.” Thranduil said, a slight smile lighting his face as he looked up at him, meeting his concerned gaze for a brief moment before turning toward the hearth.
“Oh dear.” He sighed to himself as he turned away from the young prince, patting his shoulder encouragingly before turning toward the door. “This simply cannot continue.” He told himself as he exited the princes’ chambers, nodding politely to the guard outside the door.
Whether he could do anything about it he could not say, yet there was one person he felt he could talk to about his concerns. The hour was not so late, Lord Garävegión should still be awake, even possibly still working in his study. With a renewed sense of purpose, Galion made his way quickly toward the lords’ chambers.
“Galion!?” Kérÿth exclaimed in a slightly hushed tone as he opened the door. “What brings you here at this hour?” He asked as he ushered him quickly inside, closing the door behind them.
“I have a matter that I would like to discuss with Lord Garävegión if he is available.” Galion stated quietly, resisting the urge to wring his hands as his nervousness began to twist tightly in his stomach.
“Certainly, one moment.” Kérÿth replied as he gestured invitingly toward the sitting room. “I will see if he is available.”
“It is a private personal matter.” Galion interjected quickly, his smile trembled slightly as Kérÿth paused for a moment to stare at him.
“Of course.” He said quietly. “I will return in a moment, he is in his study.”
“Oh Eru, (God) I hope I am doing the right thing.” Galion sent up a silent prayer as he walked toward the large hearth to wait for the servant to return. The young prince was such a private and sensitive one, it would be devastating to him should he discover that his secret was revealed.
“He will see you now.” Kérÿth informed him quietly as he entered the public sitting room.
“Thank you Kérÿth.” Galion sighed heavily, managing a slight smile as he followed him down the short hallway.
“Galion.” Lord Garävegión greeted him with a broad smile as he rose from behind his desk, his long stride quickly clearing the distance between them. “Please, come in.” He stated, waving toward two comfortable chairs before a much smaller hearth as he closed the door.
“Kérÿth tells me this is a personal matter?” Lord Garävegión asked quietly, a slight frown furrowing his brow as he lowered his tall frame into one of the chairs. “I am curious as to why you would seek my guidance in such things?” He added as he watched the servant intently, the stress was clearly evident on his normally content and happy face.
“Well.” Galion began, swallowing against the lump in his throat as he sat rigidly in the chair. “It is not so much my personal matter as it concerns the prince.” He said quickly, meeting the concerned gaze of the lords’ piercing gray blue eyes.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Lord Garävegión forced himself to relax as the anger from his argument with King Oropher earlier that day threatened to overcome him again. Judging from the overly stressed and tense demeanor of the servant, he knew his earlier suspicions were more than likely correct.
“Is the prince alright?” He asked, leaning slightly forward.
“No, he is not alright.” Galion blurted as tears stung the backs of his eyes. “I should have known! I should have seen it!” He exclaimed, blinking as the tears slipped down his cheeks.
“Known what?” Lord Garävegión asked, nearly jumping out of the chair in his need to comfort the clearly distraught servant.
“Oropher...” Galion stammered, pausing to swallow again and quickly wipe his cheeks. “I know he has...” His throat constricted as more tears threatened. “I cannot believe a father would do such things to their own child!” He exclaimed, his anger now filling him as the lord knelt before him, grasping his hands comfortingly.
“What things Galion?” Lord Garävegión pressed him, squeezing his hands as he leaned closer to him.
“A few turnings (years) ago the whippings seemed to be getting worse...”
“What are you talking about?!” Lord Garävegión demanded, the color draining from his face as he stared at the servant.
“I believe he has been beating that child for his entire young life!” Galion nearly shrieked as he clutched the lords’ hands, his eyes widening. “He has never allowed anyone to attend to him but I snuck in there many times at night when I could tell something was wrong with the prince. The marks he left on him...” Cut off by his tears, Galion fell into the arms of the lord and sobbed openly.
“It is not your fault Galion.” Lord Garävegión told him firmly as he held him tightly, trying to calm him.
“That is not the worst of it.” Galion choked out as he pushed himself free of the comforting embrace.
“I had a feeling.” He began, swallowing again, his gaze imploring the lord to understand that he did not know. “One night after the prince said he had been injured in a fall I gave him a sleeping tea. When he was asleep I checked him...” His voice broke off as fresh tears streamed down his cheeks unheeded.
“Please, I cannot prove how it happened but, back there in his private area.” He paused, closing his eyes against the anger he saw rising in the darkening eyes of the lord. “It was swollen and did not look right.”
“It is not your fault.” Lord Garävegión insisted firmly as he pulled the sobbing servant into his arms once more, holding him tightly.
Trembling from his rage, Lord Garävegión now realized that Lady Laurefindë had been right in what she had suspected was going on behind the closed doors of the royal chambers. There were those who simply thought Oropher was being overly protective of Thranduil as he was his only child. Yet there seemed to be something wrong with the way he restricted his activities with others to the point where only a few of those his own age would even approach the prince much less befriend him.
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