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A liaison in the Great Greenwood	By : Azukiel Category: +Third Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 7953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The chill of the morning air bristled against her skin as it gently swept in through the thick velvet curtains of the carriage.

They had been on the Men i Naugrim just over an hour and Adlanniel had finally managed to control her tears. Gwendalyn had wrapped a thick woolen blanket of ocean blue lined with grey fur to protect them from the cold as they continued to huddle together on one of the large sofas inside the carriage.
It would be at least another couple of hours before they would reach the crossing where they would most likely stop to water the horses. Perhaps that time would be the best to try to initiate her plan, she had been thinking to herself. Though thinking about it made her feel that guilt once again painfully churn in her gut. Yet at the same time the thought of defiance thrilled her. Regardless, she would have a lot of Elves to apologise to later on; how could she make it up to them in the end? Would they understand her reasoning and believe her or would they be just as furious as the Elvenking would inevitably be? She shuddered at the mere thought of having to face Thranduil’s impending fury. Would he spank her again or perhaps go further to discipline her for her disobedience?

Perhaps not, he was far too refined…or so she thought. Despite the slight fear the thought of his punishment invoked, the thought made her feel a delicious tingle between her thighs. Her body shivered suddenly then, yet it was not from the cold. No, something much deeper inside of her stirred. It appeared that perhaps the gwanûn themselves had felt her arousal for she felt them become restless within her, making her feel like a thousand butterflies were fluttering their wings within her stomach. Shifting herself in an attempt to abate the sudden arousal she felt, and the erotic sensations that came with it, she accidentally woke Gwendalyn from her little nap.
“Hiril vuin, are you cold?” The young elleth asked her mistress sleepily.

“Oh no, Gwendalyn, I am quite fine. But alas the gwanûn are a little restless at the moment. I apologise for waking you.” Adlanniel replied sheepishly.

“Please, do not apologise hiril vuin, I was not really asleep. Shall I make you a concoction to help calm them to rest?”

“No, it is quite alright. They will settle soon enough. Do rest more Gwendalyn, I believe it will be but a little while longer before we reach the crossing.” Adlanniel smiled gently as she pulled the blanket up around her young maiden.

“Please let me know if you need anything at all.” Gwendalyn smiled, before she slowly drifted back off to sleep.
Opening the curtain ever so slightly, she looked out into the ocean of crisp greens and oranges. The reddening of the autumn leaves brought upon shafts of ethereal glow through the breaks in the canopy. From what she could see, two of the escort were leading the way along the road on their dapple steeds. Another pair rode slightly beside the carriage, chatting to the driver as they did. There were twelve in her escort party; the most reverend in the king’s elite guard. They surrounded each side of the armoured carriage, making her feel somewhat imprisoned. Yet in all honesty, she was.

Sighing inwardly, she slumped herself back against the plush pillows behind her and let the curtain slip from her fingers. She was indeed very tired from the last few days and the often salacious ordeals that they had contained. Yet she looked back upon them with a strong sense of longing and regret. Why had she not been able to keep her thoughts and plans hidden deep within her? Would the king have been able to read her even if she had?

She knew that he had the gift, yet had she become too relaxed around him and to let her guard down? But then that is not the type of relationship she had thought she had with him, or even Legolas for that matter; to have to guard her thoughts and feelings. She thought that Thranduil seeing her thoughts could not have been entirely intentional on his part for often gifts of such nature could not always be controlled. But then he was an ancient being after all…perhaps he had indeed learnt how to use his gifts at will. The thought made her feel uneasy and her stomach tightened. Surely he was not so controlling as to spy on her thoughts? No… he was far too dignified for that.

Sighing, slightly exasperated, she looked back at her slumbering maid and thought it would be wise to get some sleep herself. She would not risk taking much rest on her flight to reach the Narrows of the Forest.
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She awoke sometime after the carriage had stopped. Gwendalyn was nowhere to be seen; that was the first thing her sluggish mind allowed her to realise. The woollen blanket that they both had been draped in was now lain beside her, perfectly folded and already cold to the touch. It occurred to her then that they had probably stopped a while ago. Her young maid had most likely gone outside to help the guards with watering the horses. “Or perhaps she had gone to cook something to eat…” Adlanniel secretly hoped from the unmistakable gurgling of her stomach. The gwanûn were again a little restless, though she assumed it was because of her growing hunger. Gently she began to caress her belly, trying to calm the twins a little but to no avail. All she could feel were the wings of the butterflies within.

“You will not let me rest, will you?” She asked them through her mind. “Just like your fathers…” She then added mindlessly.
She shifted in her seat, still feeling drained and heavy. As she rubbed her eyes of the dust of slumber, a silhouette of a feminine head appeared behind the curtain.

“Hiril vuin, have you awoken?” Gwendalyn whispered without looking inside the carriage.

“I have.” Adlanniel replied. “Please, do come in if you will.”

The younger elleth opened the door and seated herself closely beside her lady.

“I was worried about you…” She began.

Adlanniel raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised yet not entirely daunted. “Why would you be worried about me, sweet Gwendalyn?”

“You have slept the entire day, hiril vuin,” Gwendalyn replied, concern filling her violet eyes. “The sun is already setting down.”

“Truly?” Adlanniel pulled aside the curtains only to see the last beams of sunshine fighting their way through the red-golden leaves of the autumn trees. She sighed then as she let the heavy velvet slip through her fingers. Was she honestly that worn? Perhaps so, for her heart was weighing heavily within her chest with a much deeper, unfathomed rue.

“Quel undome, hiril vuin…” The guards that greeted her bowed their heads respectfully as they were passing by her. The tents had already been erected, ready to accommodate the small company for the night. Some of the ellyn were preparing dinner; two large wild forest fowl of some type it appeared, whilst some were on their guard already. Others still were taking care of the horses. The camp was not far from the main road for Adlanniel could see the trampled ground through the thick and weathered trunks of the trees.

“Would you like to eat, hiril vuin?” Gwendalyn asked, appearing beside her suddenly.

“Yes, please, I am feeling rather famished. I believe the gwanûn too are hungry for they have not allowed me any rest since we left the palace.”
The meal the ellyn had arduously prepared was delicious. Adlanniel with her handmaiden sat with them by the auburn warmth of the fire. Some of the oldest ellyn were telling the tales of old to entertain their younger counterparts. The young elflings were listening intently and in awe to the great stories of the Battle of Dagorland and the stories of Glorfindel and the Balrog. “Oh how they would be in even more of a stupor if the great Golden Warrior himself was here to tell them that tale personally”, Adlanniel thought. The mood surrounding the fire was one of warmth and light-heartedness. However as the leading captain recalled his tale of the Battle of Dagorland, Adlanniel could not help but feel a deep sadness. The king had suffered so grievously during that time; the death of his father and of so many of his kin which could have potentially been avoided. It made her think of how much he was suffering now, but of reasons only they knew.
Adlanniel remained silent as she remembered her own adventures with their king. Her departure from the Elvenking’s palace had left her lethargic and somewhat withdrawn. Her thoughts were scattered and her wounded feelings foggy. She had no more tears to shed now, and her eyes were dry and aching. For now she was traversing a path that was dark and forbidding to her; a path of which she did not know if she could find the end. She ate the food given to her to remain strong enough to travel but as she stared into the dancing flames, their warmth almost tormenting her, she felt she had no more will to live. How could she without her beloveds? At that point she did not care which one for the conflicting guilt that ravaged her tore at her soul like the claws of a beast from the darkest depths of the world. Nonetheless her mind slipped back to her dear soulmate. Legolas was somewhere far south-east, waiting for his adar to come with the reinforcements whilst she was travelling back to her home in Imladris. He knew nothing about her treachery nor did he know of her forced exile. Exile… yes, that was the right word. Her home had become Greenwood the Great and yet now she had been forced to leave. She knew it was to no fault but her own, yet she had not the strength to blame herself; not now, not any longer. The guilt that ravaged her had become too much to bear and now her mind was beginning to give in. With a small glimmer of hope she believed that perhaps once she laid eyes upon her betrothed, she could forget all of her trespasses and all could return to what it once had been. But now she had to flee as soon as possible, maybe that very night. The mood, she thought, was light enough to initiate her plan.

Alas the caravan was far passed the crossroads that lead to the palace. They were proceeding quickly to the west and thus in not much more than a day and a half they would be under the monolithic peaks of Hithaeglir. She had no intention of putting the gwanûn in further peril, no more than they already were for she knew how dangerous travelling through the Greenwood could be. King Thranduil had sent a dozen of his remaining elite soldiers as her escort after all. The captains had planned to stay on the safer main, broad road used by human and dwarven merchants on a frequent basis. Yet she could not help but wonder if she could master crossing the wood on her own. Perhaps she should indeed take Gwendalyn with her? Though at that time she was intending now to go alone.
Adlanniel shook her head suddenly. No, she could not take her only friend with her for it would be too dangerous; not to mention the danger of staying in the war camp itself. She would follow her original plan of drugging the guards and fleeing. No more over-thinking and causing her mind to fall into more peril; just sticking to the plan.

That is when she caught the pleading gaze of the younger elleth. Gwendalyn was shy in the company of many beautifully handsome ellyn, her cheeks bright crimson as one of the guards close to her adolescent age tried to give her mesmerising, violet eyes a rather innocent yet charming compliment. She was not used to being courted for her protective brother Idhrenion had made doubly sure to keep a watch over her, especially when his guards had been concerned. Deep within her heart, Gwendalyn enjoyed the sweet advances of the ellon that was trying to court her. Yet due to her inexperience with such matters she did not know how to react let alone respond without appearing too forthright. Thus she gazed pleadingly at her lady, hoping for some salvation.

Adlanniel smiled and obeyed. She stood up then, catching the full attention of the small company.

“My dear friends,” she started, her mouth sliding into a mischievous grin although her voice was still weary. “I have a surprise for all of you,” She continued with an almost fake smile. She was aware of her forced tone but she knew the soldiers were tired as well. “They will understand,” or so she thought.

“Gwendalyn, could you lend me some assistance, please?”

The young elleth smiled with relief, yet not without flashing a bashful smile to the ellon that fancied her. “Of course, hiril vuin.”

“Come with me then.”
“So… Melethril cherished your eyes and found in them more beauty and value than the starlight that illuminates the sky? I think someone is smitten with you…” Adlanniel teased as she beamed down at her friend. The young handmaiden’s eyes widened as her cheeks flushed; coy and embarrassed. Gwendalyn lowered her eyes then, a bashful grin slowly slipping across her lovely face. Adlanniel could see it was love at first sight. An innocent love as pure as the starlight Melethril had seen gleaming in the young handmaiden’s eyes.

Adlanniel felt a sudden inward pain then; her own love was now tainted with deceit at her own doing.

No. She could not dwell on herself. She must be happy for her younger friend; it was the first time the younger elleth had ever experienced feelings of amour.
“I cannot help but believe you mirror his feelings of affection?” Adlanniel began.

“It is the first time you have felt it, isn’t it? The fluttering of wings in one’s stomach at the first signs of affection….”

Gwendalyn, turning a brighter hue of crimson, gave a small, almost hesitant nod.

“Y…yes…” She stuttered. She then looked up to her lady, her eyes again pleading.

“Do you really think he likes me?” She asked, her voice full of uncertainty yet so hopeful.

“I have no doubt of it.” Adlanniel grinned. “It is obvious he is over the moon for you. Love at first sight, perhaps?” She added teasingly once more. Gwendalyn flushed again and began to fidget where she stood.

“Did you feel like this when you fell in love with the prince?” She asked nervously.

“Oh yes, my dear Gwendalyn, I did. I felt enchanted.”

“Yes, that is how I feel…” The handmaiden agreed.

“I would very much like to feel his lips upon mine…” Gwendalyn’s voice drifted off dreamily. It was not until she noticed the ear-to-ear grin of her lady that she lowered her eyes and flushed once more.

“Oh golly, why do I speak such nonsense?” She berated herself.
Adlanniel, having heard laughter from outside, pushed the curtains aside ever so slightly to see what was going on. The older ellyn it appeared were teasing the young Melethril. Perhaps due to his innocent flirtation with their lady’s handmaiden. They were urging him to do something and it was obvious he was nervous and unsure of himself. Yet then he plucked up his courage and stood.

Adlanniel quickly let the curtain fall.

“Well, my dear Gwendalyn, your prince is heading this way as I speak…”

Gwendalyn’s eyes shot open and she gasped, mortified. “What!?”

Then there was a light rapping on the door.

“Hmmmm… I wonder who that could be?” Adlanniel murmured slyly as her handmaiden shrunk back behind her.

“Shall I answer the door?” She did not give her handmaiden a chance to reply for she reached for the door handle.

“Wait!” Gwendalyn begged as she lunged forward to stop her hand just before she had the chance to touch the handle, her eyes open wide in shock.

“And why shall we wait?” Adlanniel asked, feigning anger at her handmaiden.

“I…” The young maiden stammered, lowering her gaze to the ground. “I do not know what to say to him. Could you…?”

Adlanniel smiled gently and put her hand on one of Gwendalyn’s shoulders. “You will find the right words, believe me. Now go on, answer the door.”

There was indeed a second knock.

Gwendalyn’s eyes travelled from her lady to the door and to her lady once more. Her breath hitched in her chest as she stared at the handle. “Very well,” She muttered in defeat.

Adlanniel shifted back and watched her handmaiden open the door, a sparkle of amusement playing in her eyes. “Do not worry, he will not bite.” She teased a little more. Before she was able to cheekily add ‘Or maybe he will’, Gwendalyn opened the door and greeted her admirer with a shy smile.
“Quel undome,” He bowed to her, his cheeks also flushed a little. “I would like to speak with you privately, Gwendalyn. Sevin dhaw?” He looked over to the lady then for permission.

“Am man ú-gerithon?” Adlanniel answered before Gwendalyn had a chance to reply or protest, pushing the poor maiden out of the carriage.

“B…but hiril vuin, you r-requested my assistance…”

“I will do fine on my own. Please, you can go.”

“Gwendalyn? Can we?” Melethril smiled at her with his boyish white smile.

Gwendalyn looked back at her mistress, completely unsure of what to do with herself.

“Go!” Adlanniel mouthed at her, giving her a reassuring grin.
Melethril lead Gwendalyn away from the carriage and their companions that still surrounded the roaring fire to earn them some form of privacy. As they passed nearby, the elder ellyn whistled after them, shouting encouraging, yet teasing words. The young ellon paid them no heed and feigned ignoring them, yet they knew he had heard them. Though Melethril was more joyed to have the lovely elleth by his side.

The couple stopped by the edge of the fire light and moved behind a trunk to obscure them from the curious eyes of their companions.

“Goheno din,” He tilted his head towards the cheerful company.

Gwendalyn smiled, still bashful but enjoying this little adventure. “It is quite alright. I understand.” She replied honestly, yet her voice quivered with slight nervousness.

They stood there for a long moment, shifting on their feet, glancing up to each other anxiously when they thought the other was not looking. Yet suddenly their eyes met, violet upon violet, and for but a brief moment their eyes became locked into the trance of their gaze.

“So…?” Gwendalyn finally broke the silence.

“I do apologise. I am still in awe to have such beauty as my company. Thus I could not find my words.”

Gwendalyn flushed again; the heat rising up through her body, threatening to engulf her. “Ci vilui.” She replied, her voice meek.

“I 'ell nîn. I like the way your cheeks blush after a compliment….” Slowly he lifted his hand to brush her cheek gently with his fingers. She allowed him the pleasure of doing so for only but a moment, for her smitten daze wore away and she was snapped back into reality, her bashful and innocent self taking over once more as she took a small step back. Melethril looked to her then, worried he had scared her.

“I am really not used to hearing such favors. I am a mere handmaiden. All compliments should be meant for my lady.” Gwendalyn lowered her eyes once more.

“Indeed…the Lady of Imladris deserves many….“ He agreed, his eyes gazing back into hers as he stepped forward once more to lift her chin slightly with his thumb. "But I think that you, sweet elleth, deserve just as many.”

“You are too kind….” She blushed.

'You are unbearably handsome’, those were the words she truly desired to say for he really was a beautiful ellon.
Melethril was tall and lean just like all the young warriors; sinewy and strong. As far as she knew, he was a very talented archer and could effortlessly wield a sword as well. Many of the Eldar compared him to Legolas but Melethril was even more blithe, flashing his cheerful smile all round no matter the situation or circumstance. Unlike the woodelves whom often had hair of ginger or light browns, he had dark, almost raven hair which he had inherited from his uncle who had died many years previous before he was born.

“I find gîn bain,“ The words escaped her lips before she could realise she had actually spoken them aloud. Gwendalyn lowered her eyes quickly then, embarrassed from head to toes, heat rising once more to her face.

The young ellon chuckled softly. “Many have complimented me on that, but to hear it from your lips…those words are as sweet as honey.” Before she had the chance to reply or react he took her head into his hands, gazing down into her eyes with an inner wanting. “Sevin i dhaw gîn gi mibed?“ He asked softly.

Gwendalyn’s eyes shot open in shock and disbelief. This was too sudden. “What? No!” She almost cried. “Why would you want to do that?”

“Because I desire to do so.“ He replied honestly, not willing to give in and she once more moved away from his grasp. "You have no idea how many times I wanted to address you in the palace. Yet your brother Idhrenion had forbid any of us to approach you.”
At the mention of her beloved brother her eyes lost their light. She turned away from the ellon then as tears began to sting painfully in her eyes. She had not shed a tear for him after his death, for she had been forced to become the pillar for her family. Her family had needed her but deep from within her heart she suffered horribly. A tear trickled down her cheek.

“Díheno nin, hiril vuin. It was not my intention to sadden you. Yet I can feel the pain that ravages your heart due to his loss. Can you forgive me for invoking it?”

Gwendalyn, not turning back to him, nodded simply. “He was your teacher, was he not?” She asked after a brief moment of composure, her voice low.

“Yes, he was. How did you know?”

“You have that head tilt he had whilst shooting.” She mimicked it then, allowing a slight smile to cross her lips at the fond memory that suddenly came into her mind of her brother.

“Some of the guards used to mock him about it. They would say that he looked like a bird.”

Melethril chuckled then. “Yes, that was true. He indeed looked like a bird; as fast as a falcon and with eyes to match.” He tried to make it sound more of a compliment than what it actually had been; a teasing remark.

Gwendalyn narrowed her eyes then. “He had not liked it. He used to complain about it almost every day.”

“I can imagine that.” Melethril replied, his voice apologetic. “He was an unrivalled teacher, only surpassed by the prince and the king themselves. We all miss your brother so terribly. There is not a moment when we do not wish that your brother, our brother, is with us.” He again moved close to her, and she allowed him to do so. He leant forward slightly to nuzzle her soft, auburn hair. “You and your brother have a lot in common. However…” He closed his hand around her waist for she was now softening to his gentle touch upon her. She turned to him then, her eyes wide in awe and her heart in her throat pounding wildly.

“I never wanted to kiss him…” Melethril gazed dreamily into her eyes.

Gwendalyn pressed her lips tightly together at his words. He really wanted her as his mate, so it seemed. She had never had any ellon show interest in her before. Perhaps, as he had said, it was due to her brother’s protectiveness as she was still so young in Elven years. Yet she could not help but think then that perhaps she had been so naive about love and advances that she had never noticed anyone flirting with her if they ever had before. Melethril broke her chain of thoughts.
“An answer would be delightful,” He teased her as he saw her gazing off in a daze. The handmaiden, still in his arms, leaned back to look over him and to prevent him from advancing any further with his luscious lips. Her eyes narrowed then. She could not help but feel once more some scepticism to the whole situation. “Is this their idea? Did they make you believe that I would be so easy to entice seeing that I am the only elleth here without a mate?” She looked back over to the companionship of ellyn that were still sitting around the fire, laughing and joking with each other, yet occassionaly looking over in their direction in hope to see some form of advancement.

“Û!“ Melethir looked to her in shock as he shook his head, his lips pursed together. “Their idea was much more daring. Believe me, you do not want to know.”

Her eyes narrowed again. "Do I not now?” She pushed, her voice feigning annoyance. Yet her tone had rendered the young ellon to nervousness once more as he had not realised that she was merely teasing him.

“Trust me, you do not. Even I was shocked by some of their suggestions…”

“That were…?” She continued to push.

His face flushed brighter than the soft orange light which illuminated his face in the shadows behind the tree. “They dared me go further than a simple kiss….hiril vuin….” He lowered his eyes shamefully.

“And do what?” She said aghast, again only feigning her emotions for she truly felt thrilled at what he was revealing to her. It was obvious that he did want to do what the older ellyn had dared him to do, though he remained meek about it.

“I dare not say….they were far too…..obscene.”

Though Gwendalyn could not help but let a grin slide across her pretty face, allowing it to reach her eyes.

“Do not worry yourself, dear Melethril. I know, I know.” She reassured him as she was then the one to take his face into her hands.

His eyes widened in surprise at her sudden, unexpected gesture. “Perhaps one day I will allow you to do those things. But not now. Now I give you permission to do what you had originally asked.” She smiled up to him.

He blinked hard then, almost uncertain of what she had just said. She was truly adept at playing elusive.

“You can kiss me, silly!” She giggled sweetly as she then placed her hands on his chest. She could see the pearly whites of his teeth gleam brightly as he smiled boyishly at her, his eyes alight and gleaming like the stars above them.

“If I have permission…” His voice tapered off as they slowly began to lean into each other, their breathing becoming heavier with their desire.

“You do….”
It felt like the sun had been reborn again as their lips caressed together delicately, softly. A great, heavenly current flowed through their body as their hearts pounded in their chests. Placing one hand on the nape of her back to pull her closer to him, Melethril allowed the other to caress her head, his fingers running gently through her deep auburn hair.

“You are so enchanting…” He whispered through their lips. “I should have pursued you a long time ago, despite any circumstances. You have always captivated me…”

“Then why didn’t you?” She giggled softly as she leant up to nuzzle his nose with her own

“You know why…” He grinned teasingly as he wrapped his arms around her.

“You should have anyw…” Yet before she had the chance to finish her sentence, Melethril had his mouth locked around her own. He forced his tongue into her mouth and swathed it along hers. She froze against him then at this new, electrifying sensation. It was so arousing…yet it terrified her. She had never been made to feel like this, never been made to feel like she wanted to be enveloped by a lover. She tried to pull back, her naivity and innocence screaming at her to do so, but he pulled her back in even more deeply. His tongue was fighting her relentlessly.

His soft caresses upon her skin, the taste of his delicious, sweet lips, and his beauty that entranced her eventually broke through her resistance. How could she resist such passion, such adoration?

She melted into his embrace as he pulled her head back slightly to kiss her ever more fervently. This was like a dream that she felt she could never awaken from.
Melethril parted their lips suddenly, leaving her breathless and dazed. “We should breathe too,” He suggested with his boyish grin, his thumb tracing her supple, wet lips.

“But by the Valar you taste so divine. I could spend the rest of my life tasting your lips again and again, until we both can not do so anymore. Yet then I would simply start again…”

A small whimper escaped Gwendalyn’s lips then as she imagined how delightful all he just proposed would be.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” He suggested playfully, running his fingers through her hair once more.

She smiled, drinking every single word from his lips. Everything he said pooled deeply in her stomach, leaving her trembling and hot.

“Tell me more,” She challenged him, fluttering her lashes at him flirtatiously. “What would you do with me?”

He grinned but in such lovely matter she wanted to kiss every single piece of his heavenly, beautiful face. “Well well, somebody is getting curious,” He teased.

She lowered her gaze, embarrassed, feeling her face flush once more.

Her bashfulness warmed his heart as he caressed her cheek once again. “Please, do not avert your gaze from me, sweet Gwendalyn. Everything is allowed in war and in love.”

Her eyes widened as they locked again. What had he meant by that exactly?

Without saying another word, their lips connected in fulfilling harmony. Melethril slowed his efforts, relishing in the taste of his sweet elleth, wanting her to take the lead, to explore, to experiment.
His eyes lit up with an unfathomed joy as he felt her tongue sneaking between his lips once more, trying to scrutinize his mouth the same way he done to her only moments ago. She was indeed quick to learn. In fact, she revelled in it. Gwendalyn cupped his face as she drank in his lovely scent, his beauty, his taste. Yet after a while one of her hands travelled to his hair, releasing the raven curtain from the wooden pin. Entwining her fingers into his velvety locks, she enticed him further, leaning her head back to grant him better access to her flesh.

He pressed his hard body on hers. Gwendalyn was pure and untouched, it was intoxicating. Every little thing she did felt so wonderful; her hands grasping his tunic, her small gasps and whimpers filling the air, her heartbeat matching his own as they raced together. He lifted her from her feet and pressed her back gently to the tree behind her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he did.

She parted her lips from his then, and gazed down at him in both curiosity and awe.

Brushing his lips along her jaw, he leaned into her ear, “Do not worry, my sweet. I have no intention to ravish you like this, though part of me…desires to do so. But for now I would be truly content to see the starlight reflect in your eyes. Raise your eyes to them.”

And so she obeyed.
Adlanniel, still sitting in the carriage, turned away as she saw Melethril placing his first kiss upon Gwendalyn’s slender neck.

She hadn’t intended to spy on them, yet she was indeed curious with what the two elflings would do, given the privacy now allowed them. Whilst watching them savouring each other’s lips for the first time, her mind slipped back in time to reminisce her own very first kiss with the prince upon the ridge. The mere memory of it made her miss him dreadfully, her heart clenching suddenly with the pain and sorrow it invoked. All of her thoughts turned to him then, and such fond memories were they that they swept away some of her anguish.

She could hear his delicate words that he whispered to her in the death of night, she could feel his warm hands that caressed her cheeks just before he leant in to her to nuzzle his nose with hers whilst driving her to ecstasy with his powerful thrusts. Those memories made her thighs tingle with hot desire. She shifted on the seat at the sensation, awaiting some kind of response from the gwanûn. Yet there was none. For the first time since her forced departure, they were calm. Overwhelmed with the feeling of serenity, she caressed her belly, considering singing a lullaby for them.

Sudden movement in her peripheral vision brought her attention back to the lovebirds. Melethril had lifted Gwendalyn from the ground and had started to kiss the handmaiden’s neck. That brought another memory to mind, a flashback of the great Elvenking taking the same care of her skin. She pressed her lips together, trying to chase the unwelcomed memory away.
She pulled the curtains fully closed. She did not want to, and she knew that she should not dwell in her past. It was too painful to bear. She knew she had to focus on her task at hand and every minute wasted meant delaying her reunion with her beloved. She took a deep breath to refocus herself and started to search for the flasks of wine she needed.

As she began to open the first chest, her mind cruelly betrayed her. As she looked upon the delicate golden filigree carved upon the lid she saw in her eyes the same delicate carving that had been carved into the Elvenking’s bed; the bed she had been clutching to several days prior. She felt his warm, delectable breath on her neck, causing the hairs on her nape to stand on end. Her insides clenched in a desperate need to feel him; to feel his body on her and his strength inside her once again. She whimpered in frustration, her eyes unfocused and foggy.
She felt his soft hand glide up the pearls of her spine to her throat, his lithe fingers wrapping around the back of her neck. 'My dear, sweet Adlanniel…’ His breath sang upon her skin, 'Honey to my tongue, desire to my sin, a means to my torture…’

Her breath quickened at the silk he whispered. She was sitting on her feet though she could not feel or see her surroundings. Her mind had drifted into a vision that engulfed her.

'You seek me. You crave for my touch upon your skin. You want me to be the master of your desire, you want only me, my lascivious minx…’ His words were like hot caramel, caressing her senses, bending her to his will effortlessly. He put his hands under her, lifting her torso to rest against his own. His teeth nibbled her pointed ear, spreading a torturous shiver down her spine.

'You are mine!’

She turned her head to him then, freeing herself from his grasp. Seeing his face so close to hers, she was tempted to cup it to kiss his tender lips, lap his deceptive tongue and melt into it.

Placing her hand on his cheek, the soft skin shimmered.

'Yes, my beautiful harlot. Take me.’

He closed his eyes, melting to her soft touch. As he turned his head to the side, he placed a feathery kiss onto the flesh of her hand. As she gazed into his magnificent eyes his face suddenly turned dark and forbidding; glacial. The grip he now had upon her wrist was harsh and she felt like as if he would crush her bones. In less than a breath, the left side of his majestic face melted away, revealing a horrific and gruesome scar. The milky death in his left eye was blindly penetrating her from something that had once been healthy and youthful flesh. Yet now all there was was torn and savaged muscle, scorched and blistered skin and grotesque holes that revealed the inner flesh of his jaw and teeth. She felt her heart lurch into her throat as she tried to close her eyes to awaken from the terrible sight.

'Look at me, Lady of Imladris! I am the death you so terribly desire!’
And then, Adlanniel screamed….
Sindarin Elvish - English translations
Men i Naugrim = Old Forest Road

elleth = Elven maiden (female)

hiril vuin = My lady

adar = Father

(ada = dad)

gwanûn = twins

Eldar = Elves (the race)

ellyn = Elven men

ellon = Elven man

Quel undome = Good evening

Hithaeglir = Misty Mountains

Sevin dhaw = May I? (Do I have permission?)

Am man ú-gerithon? = Why not?

Goheno din = Forgive them

Ci vilui = Thank you (You are kind)

I 'ell nîn = It is my pleasure

I find gîn bain = I like your hair

Sevin i dhaw gîn gi mibed? = Can I kiss you?

Û! = No! (It is not so!)

Díheno nin = Forgive me (when placing yourself below the level of the person you are speaking to)
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