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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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My dearest Adlanniel,
There are no words that can describe how terribly I am missing you. Sitting here alone in my tent, I am looking at your engagement ring, the one you threw at me back in the palace, and I am reminding myself of how beautiful it had looked on your lithe fingers. My heart aches because of all the pain I had caused and though I have apologised numerous times, I can feel that you still have not forgiven me entirely. Therefore I will continue apologising until I see that ring back on your finger at the day of our wedding. My entire being longs for your touch, your smile on your full lips and in your deep emerald eyes, your fresh scent of herbs and brooks that reminds me of our brash trip into our cave where I first pledged myself to you.
In all honesty Adlanniel, and I know that I told you this in my last correspondence, the thought of you at my side as my beloved princess is all that is keeping me going through this damned hell. Your image is like a light shining a path through the darkness for which I cannot see the end. I cannot help but think of you almost constantly these days. I miss you terribly, that of which I am sure you are aware. Sometimes I awaken during my sleep, expecting the warmth of you beside me, only to find it void and cold. Indeed, the nights have become colder without you and I am not talking in the sense of the change in seasons. I am sure you understand my feeling...
Haldir and Glorfindel have done their best to keep up my spirits, and to remind me that nothing is rosy during times of war - which of course I was well aware from the beginning - but I never expected it to be so... horrifically morbid. I will not burden you with the details, my love, as a pure heart as yourself should never have to bear witness to the savages of war. Regardless, I was naive Adlanniel, and should have paid more heed to you. For that I am truly sorry. Yet, at the same time, I know it is my duty to be here as I am sure you understand now as well.
My father and the remainder of his army arrived here just previous eve. He informed me that he had sent you back to your home for your safety. He had explained to me that you had been rather upset at being sent away. I understand your feeling, my dear love, but please do not think that it was done out of spite to hurt you. Father did not go into detail, but I can imagine why he had made his decision to send you back to your parents. You know that I would do absolutely anything to have you by my side at every moment of every day, and even here I wish you could be with me, but it is far too dangerous. My father knows that, as do I. I am sure you understand it too, though may choose not to believe it.
We only want you to be safe, my beloved star; I could not live with or forgive myself if any harm was to befall you. Besides, I am sure that your revered parents and your siblings would be overjoyed to see you again.
Please feel joy at the fact that you and your family can be whole once more until I come to retrieve you to make you my wife. And yes, I have full intentions of wedding you in Imladris as soon as all of this horror is over.
The men of the East are yet to make a full scale attack upon us. We know now that they have made a base camp near the Sea of Rhûn in the area of Dorwinion. Ironic that that area is where my father's most favoured wine originates from... Nevertheless, their camp is visible when one stands upon the ridge overlooking the decline of the plains. As I had said in my previous letter, they have amassed a rather large force. It is like they are camped there, knowing very well that they are in our full view, taunting us. The suspense has made most of our troops, both Eldar and men alike, restless and tense. If circumstances were more favourable, I would perhaps order a strike against them, but if we were to attack now we would lose vantage of our position and the protection of the Greenwood which surrounds us.
My father has left me at the head of the army and I am glad that he trusts me enough to leave the majority of decisions to me. His advice has been invaluable and after his arrival I feel more confident with my skills in both strategy and warfare. Though, horrors of recent past are still haunting me.
Having seen first hand what destruction a war brings, I wish we could have a chance to live our lives in peace forever. I tell you the truth from my heart that there is nothing heroic with fighting in a war. Everyday we awaken to the same routine; march onto the battlefield, slay our foes and after dusk, return to our tents, covered from head to toe in dirt and blood that seems to never wash away completely, staining our bodies and souls. There is no time to enjoy the starlight here for the orcs and other filth constantly attack just after the sun sets. They do not stop until the first rays of the sun crawl above the horizon on the next day to which we must all attend to our dead and wounded.
I wish we did not have to know the horrors of war but here we are, defending the free people of Arda, obtaining the so called 'glory' as valiant warriors. But let me tell you one thing, my dearest star, I am no hero, not here and not now. Slaying enemies is not a noble task, actually you… you get nothing from it, only more and more sleepless nights as the screams of the dying haunt your dreams. But I should not burden you with my fears and sorrows. You deserve only love and devotion as you are the sun that chases out the evils and washes my melancholy away.
My love, I shall end this letter here. I will write to you again once I have word that you have arrived in Imladris and have settled into your old home. Once more, I hope that you can find it in your heart someday to forgive all the pain I have caused you.
May I always serve you and love you unconditionally. Guren nallatha nalú achenin le....
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Legolas had barely managed to sign his name when he heard a light tapping on the canvas of the entrance to his tent.
"Ma?" He asked as he continued to gaze down at the silver filigree ring he was now twirling around with his fingers.
"It is I, my little prince, the mighty Glorfindel, come to rescue you from your solitude!" The overly cheerful voice replied.
Legolas sighed inwardly and gave a slight shake of his head. How Glorfindel could remain so jovial in such a dismal place bewildered him. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Glorfindel was ancient, and war for him was simply a fact of life.
"Minno, Lord of the House of the Golden Flower." Legolas tried to adopt Glorfindel's often playfully teasing and satiric tone, yet he felt that his true demeanour had betrayed him.
Glorfindel popped his golden head in through the flaps of the canvas entrance. "Tolo govano ven, cund vuin." He beckoned with a cheerful smile.
"Im penorven." Legolas muttered as he turned to look back down at the ring in his hand. He did not feel all up to being around others, nor did he feel like drinking, despite knowing that he needed to get out of his bleak state.
Yet, as he had expected, Glorfindel gave him his legendary glare. Trying to refuse an invitation from the Golden Haired Warrior was like trying to pull the teeth of a Balrog; impossible.
"Oh, very well then!" The prince groaned as he placed the ring he had been fondling into a small, carven case that sat upon his writing desk.
"Excellent!" Glorfindel clasped his hands together eagerly as he stood now, tall as a tree, in the width of the tent's entrance.
"It is my duty, as your protector, to not only watch over my little sapling prince, but to also cheer him up when needed. And I have just the thing to do it!"
Glorfindel's cheerful aura was indeed contagious for Legolas could not help but let a small grin slip onto his youthful face.
"And what would that be? Wine?"
"Precisely!" Glorfindel piped like an excited child.
"Now make haste, young sapling, before Haldir consumes all of it!"
As Legolas and Glorfindel made their approach to the small, private fire, Haldir stood and bowed his head in respect. "Cund vuin, tolo, havo dad." He said with a gentle smile. Haldir, the most revered March Warden of Lothlorien, was more reserved and gentle in his approach to others unlike his much older counterpart. Though Glorfindel was a formidable warrior and could be serious and respectful when needed, he much preferred to be outgoing and hearty whatever the situation.
Legolas, taking a seat on one of the logs between his guardians, slumped forward as he rested on his elbows. Haldir handed him a chalice of warmed Dorwinion vintage.
"What shall we drink to?" The March Warden asked warmly in a gentle voice, seeing the young prince was still in a gloomy mood.
"How about getting out of this shit hole?" Legolas grumbled as his eyes turned sullen, the flickering glow of the fire almost unreflecting in his pale eyes.
They all sat there in silence then; Legolas continuing to stare emotionless into the fire as the other two ellyn looked upon him sympathetically. As Haldir sighed, having regretted asking such a daft question, Glorfindel, being his usual cheerful self, slapped his leg enthusiastically. "Let us drink to keep the women in our beds and the wolves in their dens!" And without waiting for the others to answer, he took a hearty chug of the wine, both Haldir and Legolas quietly following suit.
"Now instead of wallowing in despair, let us try to be a little more cheerful, shall we?" Glorfindel began with his usual, bright smile. "Besides, your father, the greatest warrior who even rivals me..." He grinned before he continued, "...Is here and reinforcements from both Lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel are on the way. You will be back in your beloved Adlanniel's arms in no time!"
"If only that were true..." Legolas replied as he looked down into his wine, swirling it gently as he gazed into the violet reflection that stared back up at him.
"It will be, sooner than you know it." Glorfindel then gave the prince a gentle pat on his shoulder in reassurance.
"By the way, where is your father?"
"Most likely mulling over the maps and strategy layout." Legolas replied, taking a sip of his wine.
"Which is what you should be helping him with." Haldir added almost sternly.
"Well..." Glorfindel began, pretending to be defensive, "You know what aran Thranduil is like. He prefers to do things his way, so I would only be there to 'disturb' him."
Haldir shook his head at him and rolled his eyes, amused. Even Legolas managed another small grin of which caught the Golden Haired Warrior's attention.
"Is that a hint of a smile I just saw upon your face, little prince?" He questioned with wide eyes, feigning shock.
"No, it is not..." Legolas tried his absolute hardest to keep a straight face, but ended up failing miserably as they all burst into laughter.
"See, I knew that humour had not escaped you!" Glorfindel smiled as he filled the prince's chalice to the brim, despite it not really needing to be refilled.
"Now get drunk, and be merry!"
"You know my father would not approve of disorderly behaviour from any of us..." Legolas grinned, as he took another fleeting sip of the warm liquid.
"What he does not know right now will not harm him, Legolas." Glorfindel winked. Legolas noticed Haldir had flinched slightly at his warning, considering that unlike the mischievous Glorfindel, Haldir was less inclined to disobey or anger the Elvenking.
Being a rather potent vintage, it did not take very long for the three ellyn to become rosy cheeked and overly cheerful in their tipsy state.
"So...." Glorfindel began, a rather conspicuous grin drawing across his sharp features.
"Young sapling, it is blatantly obvious that both you and the Lady Adlanniel have pledged yourselves to each other, perhaps numerous times. Pray tell, where and when did you both first deflower each other?" Much to the dismay of Legolas, and the amusement of Haldir, Glorfindel had turned once more into his cheeky self.
"I do not think that my personal life is any business of yours, Glorfindel!" Legolas defended, his cheeks turning a brighter crimson than they already were.
"Hmph! Never mind then!" Glorfindel pouted as he swung one of his lithe legs across the other. "I already know anyway..."
Legolas almost spat out the wine that had been in his mouth whilst Haldir almost choked on his.
"Pardon me?" Legolas stared shocked, embarrassed and wide eyed at him.
"I know many things." Glorfindel replied simply, still feigning being offended as he raised his chin in an apparent snub.
"Then feel free to elaborate!" Legolas pushed, believing he had caught Glorfindel out on his bluff.
Glorfindel's grin then turned to one of a devilish kind. Slowly, almost tauntingly, he turned back to face the nervous prince. "Does a particular cave behind a waterfall on the Brunien ring any bells, my innocent pup?"
Legolas' eyes shot wide open as he choked on his own breath, almost dropping his cup in the process.
"I thought as much..." Glorfindel snickered.
"Is he telling the truth, Legolas?" Haldir piped in, rather surprised himself as the prince's reaction had made the truth evident. Legolas opened his mouth to speak but no words could escape him.
"Of course I am, Haldir. You should never doubt me." Glorfindel pouted playfully once more. "I was out hunting one warm Spring day, when, standing upon the ridge looking down upon the waterfall, I saw the young elflings clamber up the rocks to the cave behind..."
"Please Glorfindel....stop...." Legolas pleaded, but to his surprise Haldir cut him off; perhaps due to his own tipsy state.
"No, I want to hear this!" He laughed. "I am curious to know what went on now!"
Legolas groaned as he put his head into his hands in defeat.
"WELL..." Glorfindel continued, controlling his own temptation to laugh at the embarrassment of the prince, "I assumed they were going there to collect the rare herb that grew within for Adlanniel's revered father, so I decided to linger to greet them as soon as they came out again. However, I waited....and waited...." He glanced over at Legolas who was trying to shrink into himself, mortified; Haldir was listening rather intently.
"And they did not reappear. I was actually beginning to worry about them; had a cave Troll devoured them? And so, instead I decided to leave them to their 'demise.' However, as I needed to pass over the roof of the cave to follow the tracks of the deer I had been tracking, I heard a peculiar sound coming from an outcrop..."
"Nan Belain..." Legolas muttered under his breath, only for his companions to have heard him. Haldir began to chuckle as Glorfindel decided to continue, just to embarrass the prince further.
"At first I had thought it was some animal, so when I went to investigate I was rather surprised to hear the moans of rather intense passion!" He then when into a tirade of what he had apparently heard. "Ah...ah...ah yes, Ah Legolas....Avo dharo! AVO DHARO!"
Legolas went as pale as a ghost before returning to his bright crimson hue. Though Haldir had been expecting as much, he let out a gasp of surprise nevertheless before bursting into a fit of laughter. Their younger counterpart having become a man at such a young age? It was rather amusing to them.
"I cannot say that I was not surprised! I knew that if their parents had known of their transgression....well I am sure you, Haldir, can imagine. So I kept it a secret....until now." He winked playfully at the prince who flushed all colours of red and gulped down the chalice of wine he had in its entirety.
"I applaud you for your bravery and vigour, my young princeling!" Haldir beamed as he clapped Legolas cheerfully on the back. "To have dared to deflower yourself and Lord Elrond's most precious daughter at such a young age....and then to allow this loud mouth..." He looked over at Glorfindel with a fond smile, "To spill it all out!"
"What choice did I have?" Legolas murmured, as he lowered his eyes, still flushing.
"Which situation are you referring to?" Haldir laughed in jest. "The first choice, well, you could have thought with your head instead, and the second...."
"You could have just told me to stop!" Glorfindel cut in as he too laughed at the prince's expense.
"You would not have!" Legolas tried to protest then, only to have Glorfindel shove his shoulder playfully.
"You do not know me very well then!"
"Oh, but I do..." Came a calm voice from behind them.

The three ellyn spun around so quickly in alarm Glorfindel slipped and fell off his log, taking Legolas with him as he had desperately tried to maintain balance. Haldir had shot up to stand in attention, yet not without stumbling from the excess of wine he had consumed.
"A...Aran nin!" He stuttered as Thranduil took him quickly by the upper arm to prevent the March Warden too from falling.
"Careful, Haldir..." Thranduil began, a slightly amused grin crossing his previously blank expression. "Or you may end up embarrassing yourself like those two." He looked down at the two ellyn who were tangled together, desperately trying to compose themselves.
"A...Adar...how long were you listening for?" Legolas' voice was desperate as he gazed up at his father, horrified at the prospect of what he had potentially heard.
"Oh, do not worry, ionneg, I heard just enough to learn about some Brunien waterfall and...what was it now? Moans of intense passion or something of that ilk?"
Before Legolas had the chance to reply, his father decided it amusing to add onto his torture. "Glorfindel's impersonation was rather....interesting."
Both Glorfindel and Haldir were looking upon the king with expressions of shock horror; the stern and glacial Elvenking with a sense of humour and a perverted one at that? It seemed almost inconceivable.
"Care for some wine, aran nin?" Glorfindel offered after he found his way back onto another log to allow the king to sit by his son.
"Considering we will perhaps be unable to obtain more Dorwinion for some time, we may as well savour it while we can."
"Indeed." Glorfindel agreed. "So, aran nin, you too may as well add to our previous conversation...."
Haldir and Legolas both shot him a mortified glare; Legolas again almost choking on his wine.
"Bell tower in Doriath." The king replied coolly as he took another casual sip, already knowing well what Glorfindel was going to ask.
The Elvenking and Glorfindel had a history together that spanned more than a millennium; a history of great friendship and yet rivalry as they were always trying to outdo or outwit each other.
Both Haldir and Legolas' heads snapped from Glorfindel to the Elvenking almost in unison, their eyes still wide, their mouths silent.
"A bell tower?!" Glorfindel asked, he too being surprised by this notion. Thranduil gave another simple, casual, yet proud nod in confirmation.
"Was it with that healer, what was her name....the one that 'healed' your apparent chest wound back in....some other war we had fought in a millennia ago?" Glorfindel waved his hand as he wracked his now drunken memory.
"It was not 'apparent' Glorfindel. I was seriously wounded."
"Yes, yes, aran nin." Glorfindel teased. "Wounded seriously enough to be stalking that healer whom you had taken a liking to throughout the entire war..."
Thranduil dismissed him with a flick of his hand, his expression unchanging. "I have no idea what you are talking about, nor any idea of what is rambling on in that drunken head of yours."
"HA!" He playfully shoved the king's shoulder, making Legolas and Haldir hitch their breath, but seeing the grin upon the king's face allowed them to understand that he would not cut off the Golden Warrior's head anytime soon.
"What was her name, aran nin? Gilil? Gilli?"
Haldir, trying so hard to withhold his temptation to laugh, plucked up his courage to add his own teasing remark.
"Gil-Galad?" He chuckled, a grin spanning from ear to ear. Glorfindel roared with laughter. Legolas himself let out a sheepish giggle. However the king shot Haldir a deathly glare, making him shrink back upon himself.
"I do not recall any healers that I had taken a fancy to." Thranduil stated almost coldly. But Glorfindel, as usual, remained unrelenting.
"Oh that is right, Gilrin! That was her name! A Lady crowned with stars and that she really was!" He began to laugh once more as he turned to the other two in the company. "She was lean and tall, with long slender legs, full breasts and her eyes, Legolas, her eyes were those stars she got her name from. Deep and dark, yet mesmerising beyond measure. Your father often drowned in them."
Thranduil rolled his eyes as he turned to the prince beside him. "Pay him no heed, ionneg, uhunc ylf ernedui."
But Legolas continued to gaze at his father, wide eyed.
"Gilrin? THAT Gilrin?" He asked aghast.
Glorfindel rose his eyebrows at him. "Do you know of her, cund vuin?" He questioned.
"We have a healer named Gilrin back in our palace..."
Without warning Glorfindel let out a loud wolf whistle; a rather beaming grin of victory lit up his eyes.
Thranduil turned his glacial glare back at his son who too now shrank back in fright. However, it only sought to make Glorfindel laugh harder. Yet Thranduil, being as proud as he was, would not allow himself defeat at the expense of his rival. A wicked grin crept across his face.
"Indeed, she is very beautiful. I will not deny that. However it is too bad that she prefers those of her own gender..."
This surprising, albeit shocking piece of information made Glorfindel splatter the wine that had been in his mouth.
"Do not jest!" He coughed, stunned.
Thranduil winked at him as he drank down the remainder of the wine that had been in his chalice.
"Now Glorfindel, tell us about your misfortunes with women. For it is well known that you have had many."
Glorfindel glowered back at Thranduil then, as the other two ellyn looked from one to the other and then back again, waiting for some form of reaction - or perhaps an argument to break out.
"What would you know about it?" He mumbled.
It was now the great Elvenking's turn to grin victorious. Turning proudly to his son, he gave the prince a paternal pat on the shoulder.
"Well...." He began as he looked down at his son fondly, yet still with satire laced in his voice.
"I am the one who begot a son."
The expression on Glorfindel's face at that moment then was worth more than all the silver and white gems in Arda.
Despite his defeat, The Golden Haired Warrior would not allow his pride to appear so wounded. After a few more chalices of wine and a more civil chat around the fire he stood and dusted off his clothing. "Well, my lads, I think I shall retire and acquire a young healer of my own to warm my bed." He said proudly. Yet he could not possible leave without making another teasing comment aimed at one of them. "Haldir, my good man, the sheep are over there. Make sure to 'tend' to them well." He winked.
"W....What?!" But Glorfindel had already begun strut away.
"Quel du!" He called back to them, a huge grin again across his face.
Haldir continued to stare off at him as he walked away, his expression still mortified.
"Do not worry yourself, young Haldir. Glorfindel has always needed to have the last word of which he can often be unforgiving."
"I hope that you, hîr vuin, do not think I am agreeable to that sort of thing, that of which he suggested..." Poor Haldir was now pale with worry. It amused Thranduil yet he took pity on the March Warden. "Do not worry yourself about it, of course I know that you are not." He smiled, allowing Haldir to sigh with relief.
"Well, if we are all retiring, may I have an audience with you in private adar?" Legolas then asked. Thranduil could see that his son's eyes were still lost of their usual light.
"Of course, ionneg. Then Haldir, we bid you a good night. Quel du."
"Quel kaima, aran nin, cund vuin." Haldir bowed in respect to the royal pair.
"Oh, and Haldir..." Thranduil began as he had started to turn away.
"Once you have sobered, we shall continue our talk about Gil-Galad." He threatened with his trademark glare. Haldir's breath hitched at the prospect. Thranduil snickered at him then, making Haldir slump with relief that it had only been a jest. With that, Thranduil put a gentle hand on his son's shoulder and, nodding to Haldir, lead the prince back to his tent.

Sindarin Elvish - English
Guren nallatha nalú achenin le - My heart shall weep till we can meet again.
Ma - Who (is it)?
Minno - Come in.
Tolo, govano ven, cund vuin - Come join us, my prince.
Im penorven – I am tired
Tolo, havo dad - Come, sit down.
Avo dharo! - Don't stop
ellyn - male Elves
Nan Belain - By the Valar
Aran nin - My King
Adar - Father
Ionneg - My son
Uhunc ylf ernedui - He has had too much to drink.
Hîr vuin - beloved lord (basically, my lord)
Quel kaima - Sleep well
Quel Du - Good night
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