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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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Large feathery snowflakes swirled through the air, adding yet another white layer on the forest. The icy wind made them dance to its will and transformed the woodland realm yet again to a beautiful wintry world. Baineth did not notice the snowflakes which fell onto her face where they quickly melted away. Small droplets ran down her cheeks, where they mingled with her tears. She inhaled sharply when she felt the king's arms which wrapped protectively around her body, "I knew I'd find you here," he said. Thranduil nuzzled his nose in her hair and inhaled its jasmine scent. Baineth leaned her head against his chest and closed her eyes.
"Why are you crying," asked Thranduil.
A smile graced her lips and her gaze traveled towards the horizon.
"The seasons pass quickly. In the next winter I'll be a mother," she said, her voice low and sad.
"This fact seems to sadden you," he remarked, his heart suddenly filled with concern.
Baineth nuzzled herself against him and shook her head.
"What is it then," he asked, "Are you scared?"
"No. But I am grateful that the Valar have blessed us thus."
Thranduil shared her emotion. For an elf it was the highest joy to be blessed with a child. He had never thought to be blessed thus again. Against all the expectations which he had had, his hands were now resting above many layers of furs and fabric, which protected Baineth's protruding womb from the bitter cold of middle earth's winter. And he could perceive it, the presence of his child. Thranduil pulled her closer and enjoyed the silence of winter with her.
"I also feel deep gratitude," he said, before kissing the top of her head. "I never thought that I would be blessed with a wife. What to speak of another elling," he said while his hands stroked over her belly. "I will be a father."
"You are already a father," Baineth remarked, knowing the territory in which she went with this statement.
Thranduil winced and his gaze traveled towards Erebor, which loomed over the trees in the distance. Baineth had felt his movement and perceived that his mood had changed dramatically. But Thranduil was trying to control it. Baineth smiled and awaited his reply, which came sooner than she had expected.
"I have not valued my son as I should have done," Thranduil said calmly, his guilt was clearly audible.
"Its never too late to appreciate what we love, don't you think?" Baineth asked and looked over her shoulder at him. Thranduil furrowed his eyebrows and returned her gaze.
"Nevertheless, there are things which you can not amend," he said.
"That may be. But how can you be sure about that when you have not even tried it? Legolas is willing to forgive you. The question is, can you forgive yourself?"
Thranduil's eyes widened and he stared at her silently. After a moment of deliberation he swallowed hard. "I don't know."
"Maybe the time has come to find the answer?" Baineth looked at him questioningly and Thranduil remained silent, his gaze now fixed upon the horizon.
"Legolas is waiting for you. The conversation which you two are meant to have, should take place before your second child will be born. You should not wait any longer. It will bring you inner peace if you speak with your son. You will find his forgiveness and it will help you to forgive yourself. That is essential. Otherwise history might repeat itself and your next child will suffer as Legolas has."
Her last words were filled with a hint of bitterness and his gaze had long reached her again, as he contemplated on her words. He knew that it was necessary to talk with his son. Thranduil knew that it would be unwise to begin another father-child relationship while he had not worked on the problems which he had with Legolas. His body tensed and he turned his head towards the steps which approached them quick. He knew it was Legolas. For over two thousand years had he heard his son walk this earth. Legolas strolled along the narrow pathway leading up the hill above the king's halls, expecting to find Baineth. He was very surprised to find his father there too.
"I did not expect to find you here, ada." Looking at Baineth he smiled "I have brought you this," he said and handed her a small crystal bottle.
It was warm and Baineth accepted it gladly. Her body was very sensitive to cold, and she warmed her cold finger with the bottle before opening it. Baineth drank the warm infusion and felt instantly warm and well.
"Hmm," she hummed and smiled at the prince, whose gaze had fallen on Erebor. He wore his usual green attire and a warm cloak. The only weapon he bore were his knives, fastened securely on his back. His long hair hang loose, except of the three braids. His eyes were slightly narrowed and his lips set into a thin line. Nowadays the guards of the woodland realm had not much work to do because the forest was covered with a thick blanket of snow. It was one of the coldest winters since the elves resided in the woodland realm. Legolas had been on patrol thrice this week and had returned each time with the same tidings. Everything was in order. There were no abnormalities.
Baineth took another sip and felt a little less comfortable when Thranduil loosened his grip and stepped away from her. Legolas startled when his father placed his hand on his shoulder. He looked at him in surprise.
"Let us go to my study. The time has come to talk," Thranduil said.
Baineth smiled as she watched them leave. She sighed and a satisfactory smile spread on her lips. Finally, she thought, finally Thranduil decided to do the right thing. She was proud of him, as she knew that he had struggled long and intensely to finally make this move. She returned her attention to the wintry landscape. It soothed her immensely to see the snow fall. The world appear friendlier. But the quiet of the moment did not fool her. Baineth knew that this season would pass quickly and the next season would bring news of the world, its wars and its troubles. Winter was just a short period of time in which all appeared peaceful. But it was only superficial. Once the snow melted, middle earth's problems would soon catch up with them once again.
She pulled the cloak tighter around her body. Thranduil had promised her a walk through the forest. Baineth longed to see the forest. She wanted to step outside the halls and feel free. But Thranduil had not yet fulfilled his promise, and so she waited. He permitted her to use the narrow path above his halls, to take short strolls. Of course, under constant supervision. Baineth knew that there were guards on the steep slope above her. She did not mind their presence, but would prefer a walk through the woods in the company of her husband. Thranduil could take as many guards along as he desired. Even if he'd take his entire army, she would not mind. As long as she would be allowed to go out into the woods.
Baineth looked up when Elrond cleared his throat.
"Its time to return into the warmth of your home, my queen."
Baineth scoffed "Don't call me 'my queen'," she said slightly annoyed as she walked over to him. Elrond turned and began to walk with her.
"It is your position in this realm," he said with a smile.
Baineth disagreed, "We agreed, that when we are alone, we will NOT speak to each other formally," she reminded him with a lightly scornful tone.
Elrond chuckled, "As you wish, Baineth."
She was content that he had relented and they entered the safety and warmth of the woodland halls.
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Thranduil swirled the red wine in his chalice and smirked amused.
"I had my problems to get along with the situation," he said.
Legolas furrowed his brows and took a large sip of wine before he spoke.
"I thought it was easy."
Thranduil chuckled.
"It is never easy, my son," he finally said as he placed the chalice on his desk.
"But that is not my fault," Legolas said with an accusing tone.
Thranduil suddenly became serious and nodded, "No, it was not your fault. I am glad that you are my son. I am very proud of you. I just lacked the courage to admit that I had made a mistake."
He pondered briefly, "You are the result of an error, which I had made a long time ago. And therefore, it is absolutely wrong to say that I have made a mistake. Do not you think so?"
Thranduil looked at Legolas questioningly. The prince was sitting opposite his father, with brows furrowed as he tried to comprehend his father's words.
"Why did you leave me alone," Legolas finally asked.
Thranduil cringed when he heard the question of his son. His gaze fell on the chalice and he looked at the dark red liquid thoughtfully. After a long moment of silence, he looked at Legolas. His son deserved to know what his problem was. Although Thranduil found it terribly, admitting that he had a problem. It was like a weakness.
"I can not say that my relationship with your mother was a mistake, because ultimately you're a result of it." Thranduil was silent for a moment before continuing, "You remind me of your mother. That's the reason."
Legolas frowned, "I remind you of my mother," he asked in surprise.
"You're in appearance, more like me. But you have certain qualities, which your mother had. You have her passion and her strength. Her compassion and determination. Every time you smile, I see your mother in front of me. You've the same sparkle in your eyes as your mother had, when she laughed. Probably I preferred that no smile came across your lips. And I'm known to have been very successful in it." He paused briefly, before he continued. "My euphoria for you, dwindled when you were getting older. Over the years, you started to show your inner strength, which were equal to your mother's. Things became complicated for me and I decided to distance myself from you. I believed then that this was the right thing. Sometimes it seems easier to reject what we do not like, instead of being brave and learn to cope with it. I distanced myself from you, because I did not want to be constantly reminded of your mother."
Legolas looked surprised at Thranduil and pondered over the words of his father. He had always wondered what the problem was. But he had never suspected something like this.
"Is that why you do not let me share in your life," he asked curiously.
Thranduil nodded thoughtfully, "Yes, my behavior towards you always has the same origin."
"But I do not think I will change because of it. That's unlikely." Legolas sat for a moment, lost in thought and said nothing. Then he looked at his father, "I am satisfied with myself. I will not change because of you."
Thranduil was immensely proud when he heard Legolas' words. "I do not want you to change yourself because of me. I'm the one who needs to change. Otherwise, I'll have problems with Baineth," he said with a grin. "She looks so inconspicuous, but I know that she will not accept my failure. Especially when it concerns our child."
"The Valar have certainly had a reason for bringing you and Baineth together," Legolas said, "It is not as bad as I had expected," he said finally and stood up, "I've heard enough. I can live with what you said, and I try to be forgiving," he said before he turned and left the stunned King behind.
Thranduil sat befuddled in his chair and watched as Legolas closed the door. He was alone and the silence seemed uncanny. Was it over? Thranduil had imagined this conversation to be different, rather difficult. He realized that he had misjudged his son. He reflected for some time about their conversation before he got up. He knew exactly where he would find Baineth at this time. A grin crossed his face when he left his study.
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Baineth rested on a pile of pillows and blankets which were spread out in front of the fire place. She stirred when she heard rustling nearby. Thranduil rummaged though a pile of scrolls which lay on the low table in the corner of their chamber.
"How was your conversation with Legolas," she asked drowsy.
Thranduil huffed and smirked at her, "Different. And not as bad as I had imagined it," he said calmly.
He walked over to her and knelt down, giving her a peck on her lips.
"It was good. Much easier than I had expected. My son is after all forgiving and intelligent. He comes after me," he added, his expression smug and proud.
Baineth laughed and nuzzled her nose against his thigh. He stroked her hair and bend over to trail kisses along her earlobe.
"You have slept," he said before he nibbled on her earlobe.
Baineth gasped and cupped his face in her hands.
"Are you well rested to spend time with your husband, my love?"
She pulled him closer and claimed his lips in a kiss. Thranduil moaned and his hands began to roam over her body. He fumbled on her dress, which he pushed up above her thighs, baring her womanhood to him. Thranduil broke their kiss and smiled smugly at her before he loosened the laces of her gown. Her breasts came into view and he kissed them once before he rid her of her nightgown. Her body had become soft and curvy from being pregnant and he touched her hips, digging his fingers deeply into her soft body. A moan escaped his lips and he gazed directly into her eyes. Her face was blushed heavily and he wondered why.
"Why are you so shy," he asked.
Baineth bit her lower lip and diverted her gaze to the fire. Thranduil arched a brow and wondered what was going on. She was behaving strange lately. Then he noticed that she tried to pull a blanket over her body. He placed his hand over hers and stopped her from doing so.
"I desire to see you," he said, his voice showing first signs of arousal. Before she could reply, he had thrown the blanket far away, placing her comfortably on the furs. He laid down next to her and began to roam her body with his hand, stroking her, touching her, feeling her curves again and again. It was a pity that her pregnancy would end in the late summer. It was too soon. Baineth began to unbutton his tunic. He sat up and slid it over his shoulders before he rid himself of all other clothes.
Naked and with a great yearning for her, he pulled her closer to him. Feeling the heat of her body against his skin gave him shivers. He loved their evenings by the fireplace. They were special and extremely fulfilling. His hot breath brushed along her ear and neck as he rubbed himself against her, arousing her deeply. Baineth grabbed his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. When they finally broke the kiss, they were both out of breath.
"Tonight, I want you on all fours," he said with a husky voice. Baineth smiled and brought herself in position. Thranduil shifted and positioned his body just behind her. He leaned over and pressed his chest against her back. Her skin was heated from arousal and he smirked to himself as he began to rub his hard length through her folds.
Baineth let out a groan of delight when she felt his shaft and she moved backwards to push gently against him. Thranduil began to circle her pearl with his finger while he used his other hand to caress her hardening nipples. She began to move rhythmically and moaned when he ran his hand down her body, pressing her bum firmly before he returned to caress her breasts. Thranduil shifted forward so that his length moved between her thighs, causing them to tremble when he brushed the head of his shaft repeatedly over her swollen pearl as he moved back and forth. Baineth clasped onto the fur on which she knelt and closer her eyes while her body shivered with yearning for him.
Finally Thranduil nestled the head of his shaft against her opening before he penetrated her slowly. But only as far as the tip of his length. Baineth groaned in frustration and pushed backwards but he had expected her to do so. Teasing her pearl yet again, he held her in position, while he bit his lower lip. The heat around the head of his shaft was driving him insane and he fought off the desire to thrust inside her madly. Instead he let go off her pearl and grabbed her hips firmly. So soft, he thought, as he marveled once again at her new curves. Then he fulfilled her yearning and penetrated her fully.
His slow, short movements, elicited moans from her mouth what encouraged him to continue for some time until his own longing for release demanded fulfillment. He reached around to circle her pearl with his finger and Baineth arched her back, being not able to hold back the accumulated pressure of her lust. She moved with his rhythm, her buttocks slapped loudly against his hips as he quickened his pace. They were both close and he knew it. With a few powerful strokes he brought them simultaneously over the edge. Baineth collapsed and rested her forehead on her arms, breathing heavily.
She chuckled when he licked and nibbled in her neck. Thranduil began to caress her sensitive and swollen pearl once again. She turned her head and looked at him through hooded eyes. Thranduil placed kisses onto her shoulder and pushed her onto her back. Baineth smiled at him as she watched him shift towards her, closing the distance between them. He ran his fingers through her inner folds and watched with pleasure as lust began to flicker in her eyes yet again. Thranduil claimed her lips in a heated kiss. His tongue poked against her lips, demanding entrance. Then their tongues danced in rhythm with his finger which circled her pearl incessantly. She moaned into his mouth before he broke their kiss.
"Look at me," he demanded and she obeyed him wordlessly. The smirk an his face slowly faded away as lust washed over his features. Baineth had reached down and was stroking his pulsing length rhythmically. Thranduil closed his eyes and moaned sensually, as the fiery pressure of lust build up within his loins once again.
"Look at me," said Baineth in a demanding tone, surprising him greatly. He obeyed without second thought and he gazed deeply into her eyes, which had become pools of lust and yearning. His breath came out in short gasps as he began to move with her, feeling the intense heat of sensual pleasure spreading rapidly through his body. He growled fiercely when he came and rubbed her pearl intensely, wanting to return the favor. Baineth arched her back off the floor when the orgasm claimed her senses and mind. He grabbed her with his free hand and claimed her lips in a feverish kiss, muffling her moans.
When they regained control over their senses, they both laughed and held each other in an embrace. His hand reached out for a blanket and he covered her shivering body before he placed a kiss on her temple.
"Look at me," he said, mimicking her voice. He chuckled, "I haven't had enough," he said smirking.
Baineth smiled at him wearily, "Then you should better hurry before I fall asleep," she said yawning heartedly.
She had not tell him twice. He was above her immediately. She placed her hands onto his hips and made herself a little more comfortable. Thranduil kissed along her collarbone before he nuzzled the underside of her breast and savored the taste of her skin. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he caused her body to arch upwards. His hot tongue circled her nipple before he began to suck on it carefully. She had become more sensitive to such kind of touch as result of her pregnancy and he was cautious because he wanted to bring her pleasure. Her moans assured him that he was succeeding in his endeavor. Thranduil released her now reddened nipple and moved upwards, trailing kisses through the valley of her breasts until be began to nibble and suck on her neck. Baineth's fingers dug deep into his back as she tried to pull him down unto her. He kissed her and he murmured against her lips, "Patience, my love, patience."
Thranduil put his forehead on hers and Baineth's arms wrapped around his neck, while her legs parted. He surrendered with pleasure and his chest pressed against the new fullness of her breasts. His throbbing shaft pushed against her entrance and she hooked her legs behind him, resting her heels on his bum.
With a swift motion he entered her heat. Baineth squirmed against him as he began to move his pelvis against her. This thrusts were greedy and deep, causing her to shiver under him, as the pleasure he gave her was almost unbearable. Thranduil lowered himself further onto her, supporting his weight with his elbows, being careful to not press too hard onto her swollen womb. His thrust became slower and he shifted his body slightly to another angle. The result was audible. Baineth moaned as his fullness brushed her soft spot with each of his strokes.
He smirked briefly before he continued to concentrate. The fire in his loins demanded release but he refused. Instead he slowed down and thrust slowly into her. Long strokes which sent waves of lust through her body, infecting him with the same yearning for release. Thranduil surrendered and arched his back as he began to thrust inside her feverishly. He let out a guttural moan when he reached his climax. Thranduil collapsed onto her, gasping for air. The rhythmic contracting of her muscles around his shaft answered his unspoken question, if he satisfied her. He nuzzled his nose into her hair and inhaled her scent. Baineth felt his heart pounding in his chest, which pressed firmly against hers. She ran her fingers through his disheveled hair and kissed his cheek.
"I don't mean to spoil the moment," she said softly, "But your weight is making us feel rather uncomfortable."
Thranduil's eyes widened in realization and he moved his body off of hers immediately. Baineth inhaled deeply and she stroked her belly affectionately. Her gaze fell on Thranduil, who eyed her intently. The blush on her face went unnoticed as her face was heavily flushed from their love making. She reached for the blanket and quickly covered herself. She rested her head in his arm, snuggling up to him. He held her close until her breath was calm.
Thranduil hoped that her tiredness would end after she had given birth. He held her close in his arm but he still missed her sorely while she slept. Thranduil kissed her temple and pulled her closer, resting one hand on her womb. He wondered how his life would change with the arrival of his son - or daughter. Thranduil circled her bellybutton with his finger and lifted the blanket slowly to gaze at her body. She was a beauty. Too bad that a pregnancy lasted only for a year, he thought, as he covered her again. He nuzzled his nose in her hair and waited for her to awaken.
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