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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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Sitting up beside her, Legolas looked down at Adlanniel, his expression now stern.
"Adlanniel, why are you here?"
His tone was cold as his gaze fixated onto hers, demanding an answer. The harshness of his voice then made her recoil slightly.
He had indeed changed; something dark had befallen his spirit and she could see it in his eyes. The light that was once there was fading and for the first time she feared him.
"Your father, the king, had sent me back to Imladris for my own safety. I had overstepped my boundaries and had refused to be left behind at the palace, seeing I knew he was going to come here..." She began softly, her voice quivering. Glorfindel had warned her that Legolas would not be impressed with her being there either, yet she had made herself believe that he would be more accepting of her presence. Perhaps she had been mistaken...
"So why did you overstep yourself Adlanniel?" He asked, clearly displeased with her as he rose himself above her on the bed.
"I did not want to be left alone Legolas." She whimpered helplessly.
"I understand that Adlanniel, but do you have any idea of the danger you have now put yourself in?"
"Of course I have..." She replied. "Your father already beat me once for my disobedience..." She had really wanted to say, her stubbornness now turning to borderline defiance. She was frustrated at having been berated so many times already.
"But I had a vision Legolas, a vision where one of you are killed!" Tears of frustration were now pooling in her eyes, and she tried desperately not to let them fall.
"I do not know exactly who it was, but something in my heart tells me it is one of you, one of you whom I cherish dearly! Can I just allow one of you to die?" She had shouted at him then, taking him aback with surprise.
"I cannot! I WILL NOT!" She cried, slouching down to her knees then to let her stinging tears flow freely. Legolas continued to look down at her, feeling regret now at having spoken to her so harshly; they had already shared enough harsh words for such were what had hurt them previously in the first place.
"Oh Adlanniel...." He said, his voice contrite as he went down to her to take her once more into his strong embrace. "Goheno nin. I did not mean to sound so harsh. I am just worried about you. I could not take in another breath if I was to lose you for you are the star that brings the light into my dark nights."
She looked up to him then, her eyes desperate. "Yet I am the one who has brought upon you all of the darkness..." She said, her voice quivering and remorseful. Indeed, she knew it, she had been the one to have wrought so much pain upon him. Legolas shook his head, his eyes and his expression pleading to her not to think such thoughts.
"No, you have not, my beloved, my little dove..." He took her tear soaked face into his hands and tenderly gazed into her eyes. "I too have caused you much grief, of which I truly hope you will forgive me. As I said before, all is to be forgiven."
"Yes..." She agreed, her heart bursting with a love for him that she had almost forgotten. "I was also scared Legolas....my escort had been set upon by these giant beasts....like orcs but far more powerful and intelligent."
Legolas' eyes widened in shock horror then at her words. He had not anticipated that something this dire had happened to her. His expression then turned to one of even deeper remorse and sadness as she continued to explain what had happened.
"If it had not been for Melethril and the other three or four whom were still fighting to save us, we would not have escaped with our lives." She wept.
"Gwendalyn and I were both injured trying to escape..." And Legolas gasped when she revealed the clean and bandaged wound on her arm. His expression then turned to one of a mixture of despair and anger; despair that such horrors had befallen her once again which had lead to her becoming physically hurt; anger that he had not been there to protect her, and anger and a ravenous need for vengeance upon those that had harmed her. But he kept himself calm and composed and continued to listen to her as she continued to speak.
"Gwendalyn returned to the palace to raise the alarm....and though I know it was foolish of me to have come here.....I just had to.....I had to......"
Legolas held her tighter as the tears wracked at her body even more painfully.
"And I wanted to give you the news personally...." She began, looking up to him with a renewed hope in her eyes.
"Tell me what?" He asked her, slightly puzzled.
"Give me your hands." And with that she placed them on her stomach. "Focus yourself, my love." She smiled up to him, his expression now still confused. Yet deep in his mind he knew what her gestures symbolised and before he could contemplate it further he could feel it; the life force now growing within her. The prince's eyes widened and his mouth opened, stunned to the core. His heart began to race with an unexpected excitement and the joy that began to envelope him so suddenly brought tears to his eyes. This sudden news was definitely a shock to him after the horrible tale she had just told, but a welcomed one at that.
"Y...You are with child?" He stammered as he searched her eyes for an answer. Her smile brightened as radiant as the sun as she held his hands against her stomach now excitedly.
"Yes, my prince." She confirmed. "You shall be a father soon."
"I shall be a father?" His voice squeaked as his cerulean eyes once more glazed over with tears, tears of utter bliss and happiness. "I am going to be a father?" He repeated once more as if trying to make the notion sink in.
"Yes, Legolas, you and I are going to be parents." She beamed up at him. His voice squeaked once more in an attempt to suppress his tears of joy. Yet, he could not and they flowed down his cheeks freely. Without another word he took her up into his arms once more and embraced her tightly, so overwhelmed with happiness he could not help himself but weep against her shoulder. She too wept against him, and the love and glee she felt then felt so utterly refreshing. She felt like all of her pains, darkness and burdens had been washed away. Yet they were still there, deep under the surface, reminding her that one of the children was not his. Seeing Legolas so overwhelmed with joy now, how could she possibly think such things? Though she tried hard to push it away, it repeated itself over and over in her mind. And then she had to come to terms with the fact that she would have to deny Thranduil his child in order to keep up the facades. Though the king had told her that he was content with being the grandfather to both children, would she be able to live with the guilt of such an arrangement?
Before she could think more upon it, Legolas had pushed her down to the furs and sheets beneath them and was passionately kissing her. The love and devotion behind it made her melt into him for this is what she truly wanted to feel; her soul-mate's adoration. Gently he began to pull off her clothes, piece by piece until she was lying in her complete naked beauty before him. Now that she was completely bare, he could clearly see that her stomach had grown the slightest of bumps due to her pregnancy. It made his heart swell once more with happiness as he leant down to kiss her navel, caressing her skin softly and speaking sweet words of nothingness to his future babies. Such adoration brought tears to her eyes once more, and gently she began to stroke his soft, golden hair as he laid his head gently upon her stomach to listen to the gwanûn. Yet he was soon to continue stroking her skin, and kissing her with his soft lips. It made another delicious heat pool in her abdomen.
"Legolas...?" She questioned in a soft voice.
He looked up to her then and smiled. "Yes, my little dove?"
She felt a little nervous asking for what she wanted, yet there she was, naked before him and knowing that he still desired her. Plucking up her courage she asked. "You know how I often pleasured you with my mouth? Would you do the same for me, down there?" She licked her lips sensually, enticingly. A wicked grin slid across his face.
"Of course." He purred silkily. "I will do anything for you..." And with that he began to leave feathery kisses upon her stomach once more, slowly tracing the tip of his tongue around her navel as he did so. Seductively he continued to trail his tongue further south, using his hands to caress her skin and her inner thighs. He could feel his own member stiffen and bulge with each delicious moan she let escape her lips. As he moved further down she widened her legs for him to allow him entrance. He glanced back up to her once more, feeling slightly nervous, but the expression on her face read that he was so far doing the right thing. Spreading the lips of her womanhood apart, he positioned himself closer to her. Starting from the lowest point he could possibly reach, he, albeit hesitantly at first, traced his tongue up along her slit. The loud groan of utter pleasure she let out allowed him relief, and aroused him immensely with the rawness of it. So he did the same thing once more, this time allowing the tip of his tongue to play with her entrance, lapping up her sweet nectar. Her scent and her taste was so utterly intoxicating his heart thumped harder in his chest and threatened to tear itself out.
"Here..." She breathed, her body quivering, as she ran the tip of her finger over her pearl.
Looking up to her for but a moment he saw how glazed her eyes had become from ecstasy. Gently moving the lips of her womanhood further apart he went down to her once more, tracing the tip of his tongue delicately over her sweet spot. He was almost taken aback when she gasped and cried out, arching her back and bucking her hips forward as she did so. Grinning to himself, he took hold of her hips to keep her in place as he once more pressed his tongue against her pearl, teasing her with his lapping and flicks. She groaned loudly and writhed beneath him as he cupped his mouth around her to begin sucking. When he inserted two of his fingers into her at the same time he left her breathless. The combination of him sucking on her pearl and curving his fingers to stroke her inner sweet spot made her entire body burn like molten lava.
"Oh Legolas..." She moaned. "I will finish if you do not stop."
"Is that not what you want?" He replied silkily.
"Yes....but not yet...." She breathed.
"Well..." He began as he took one last delicious lap of her womanhood. "Rimmog." He grinned. Adlanniel blushed and giggled coyly as she sat up on her arms to look into his eyes.
"Melo nin, Legolas." Her eyes pleaded to him.
After he pulled off his attire completely he lay back down between her welcoming thighs, sheathing himself slowly once more inside of her. He moaned softly as he did, for now she was delectably hot and wet. Pulling him down to her, she took his soft lips with hers and kissed him deeply, tasting her sweetness in his mouth. As their tongues entwined he slowly thrust against her, as she too brought her hips up to meet his. They rocked together in an easy rhythm, but so passionate was their love making they melted into each other and Adlanniel felt tears of bliss sting once more at her eyes. Her pearl, which had become incredibly sensitive due to Legolas' teasing of it, rubbed against their bodies, making her edge closer and closer to her climax.
"Legolas...I cannot hold...." She moaned deeply into his ear as each powerful thrust drove her deeper and deeper over the edge.
"May I finish?" He asked, his breathing heavy and weighted. But she had no chance to reply as she cried out in ecstasy as he filled her, triggering her own intense orgasm. His eyes glistened as he too let out a long moan of fulfilment.
Slumping down beside her he continued to plant soft kisses upon her neck as they regained their senses and breath.
"De veleth e-guilen." He whispered, nuzzling her cheek softly.
Turning her face to look deeply into his eyes she replied, "Anthon veleth nîn angin."
"I wonder what we are going to name our child." He said after a moment of blissful silence.
"You mean our children." She corrected him gently.
He looked down at her wide eyed once more. "Children?" He repeated in shock.
"Yes, gwanûn." She beamed back up to him. The expression on his face turned once more to excitement.
"How do you know?" He asked her. "Your father told me." She admitted. "I was feeling nauseous after breakfast one morning and so he examined me. That is when he discovered I was pregnant and with twins."
"But how could he possibly know that?" Legolas asked, still surprised and slightly in disbelief.
"Your father is an ancient being Legolas, even older than my own ada. He has gifts, just as my father does, just as all the ancient Eldar still living on this plain do. Even Glorfindel was able to feel that there were twins."
Legolas nodded then. "You are right." He agreed, before embracing her tightly once more. "I am just so happy right now. I feel like all my woes have been erased."
"As do I, my love." Adlanniel agreed. Though, her heart did still hold a deeper sorrow.

Smiling tenderly at her he leant up to kiss her on the forehead before pulling her closer to his chest. Hearing his heart beat once more made her feel serene; and oh how she had missed its sound. They lay together for a long while, relishing in each others presence and reminiscing of what had just occurred. It brought upon a curiosity in Legolas about how his love had thought about these new things they had just tried; where had she gotten the ideas from? Thus, perching himself up on one elbow he gazed down at her fondly, pushing tufts of her ebony hair from her face as he did.
"Adlanniel, my dearest love?" He began sweetly. "How did you conjure up these new things that we tried?"
Adlanniel's breath hitched suddenly at his rather innocent question, and her face flushed crimson. Delectable memories of his father's lessons suddenly flashed through her mind, making her feel a delicious pang of longing for him, as well as the nausea of guilt. Yet she pushed these unwanted feelings deeper inside of her and smiled up at her prince.
"They merely came to mind." She replied innocently. Legolas, raising an eyebrow at her, did not believe her entirely. She knew this from the expression that was now on his face.
"Oh...alright..." She admitted. "I found a book within the bowels of the library back at the palace...."
"A book?" Legolas repeated, rather surprised. "Yes, a book." She affirmed. "I had been searching for books on ancient lore, just something to read to keep me occupied, when I stumbled upon this rather large book with no name. So, out of curiosity I opened it and well..." She stopped, blushing. "There were many detailed pictures of different positions one may do whilst making love. Any descriptions that were written were in such ancient Quenya even I could not read them entirely. I assumed that this book came from even before our father's age. Thus it appears that our ancestors did know a thing or two about carnal pleasures and desires."
"Indeed..." Legolas agreed, his expression rather awed. Then he looked down at her flirtatiously. "I would like to see this book upon my return." He grinned, lifting up her chin gently with his thumb. "To learn from it to better serve you, my love." Then he slid over her body to straddle her once more and leant down to her to trace his lips along her jaw.
"And to indulge in as many carnal pleasures with you as possible."

Legolas jolted awake at the rapping on the entrance to his tent.
"Cund vuin, you and the Lady Adlanniel better ready yourselves soon as Aran Thranduil is returning to the camp as I speak." Came Glorfindel's familiar voice.
"How much longer till he returns?" Legolas called back, albeit sleepily.
"Within the hour, at most." Came Glorfindel's reply. "I shall wait for you both out here. Make sure you are both presentable."
"Adlanniel, we must make haste." He said hurriedly as he began to gather his clothing from the floor and some clean ones from a nearby trunk.
"Your father is going to have my head..." Adlanniel fretted as she too began to take her things from the floor.
"He may berate you a little, but I doubt he'd have your head." Legolas mused, trying to lighten the situation a little. Yet it only proved to make the young elleth fret even more.
"Do not jest Legolas!" She snapped as she pulled her dress back on. "Your father will murder me and drag me through the camp behind his horse!"
Legoals could not help but chuckle a little at her sentiments. "I doubt he'd go that far, my love, but indeed I do know my father's ire. I will do my best to help soften the blow, as I am sure Glorfindel will as well."
Once outside, Glorfindel was standing there casually, waiting for them with a large grin across his face.
"So, my little love birds..." He cooed. "You both may want to keep your voices down the next time you participate in vigorous activities so that you do not arouse the whole camp."
Legolas hitched his breath and Adlanniel blushed brightly once more in embarrassment. "Were we really that loud?" Legolas muttered. Glorfindel laughed at them.
"Do not fret yourselves, I kept a perimeter around your tent." He winked, only for the couple to flush even hotter.
An elven soldier who was nearby and had overheard their conversation called out teasingly, "So should you keep your voice down, Glorfindel!"
Glorfindel almost choked at this and shot a steely glare in the direction of the young soldier, whilst Adlanniel and Legolas muffled their giggles.
"Healing the healers again, were we Glorfindel?" Legolas poked, only for the Golden Haired Warrior to brush his comment aside. Turning in the direction of the young soldier he stated firlmly, "Watch yourself, elfling, or else you will be cleaning out the latrines!" The young soldier bowed in apology and went to hide himself from more trouble.
"Now," Glorfindel continued as he spun on his heels back to face the young couple. "Back to our current dilemma...how to deal with the king's ire."
Adlanniel felt a new wave of panic wash over to her, and running over to Glorfindel she grasped hold of his arm in desperation. "Please, dear uncle, hide me from him!" She begged.
Glorfindel looked down to her sympathetically but knew she had to face the consequences of her actions. "You said so yourself, Adlanniel, that you are no child now. You must face the consequences of your actions." He said to her sternly.
"You are right..." She sighed, staring down at the grass beneath them, her hand dropping from Glorfindel's arm. He patted her on the shoulder gently in reassurance.
"Do not worry, pinig, for Legolas and I will help you."
"I hope so..." Adlanniel muttered. Before she had another chance to react the loud call of the trumpets rang out through the camp, signifying the Elvenking's return.
Adlanniel's heart jumped into her throat, and Glorfindel quickly positioned the couple into line along the path. "That was faster than I anticipated. Just keep your head bowed and stay calm." He whispered to her before turning to Legolas. "That goes for you too, little prince."

The mid afternoon sun warmed Thranduil's tired face as they began at a canter back towards the camp. His mind continued to wonder into the thoughts of the previous eve, the fatherly talk with his son, his own father, and of his beloved wife. His heart was aching now at the thoughts of her.
The air was still cool from the onset of winter making the surrounding forest smell crisp and fresh. It was refreshing considering the smell of blood and death from the earlier skirmish his patrol was forced to participate in after having tracked down scouts of the enemy.
Though as they continued to ride along the border of the forest and the field Thranduil could hear a whispering on the trees. Their song made his heart suddenly flutter in his chest. It made him feel ever more anxious to return to the camp, yet why he could not completely understand.
Cantering along the makeshift path that centred through the camp he saw up ahead the Golden Haired Warrior and the young prince standing at attention. Beside them was another, one he had not been expecting. Yet even more unexpectedly his heart swelled at the sight of her. No...she should be halfway to Imladris by now...
Like one of the Valar he appeared as he rode in on his white steed, his armour glistening in the sun, his flaxen hair flowing freely behind him. His cape shimmered silver and seemed to sparkle like a thousand stars as he steered the stallion sharply around the path to their direction. Her heart beat so wildly in her chest at this magnificent sight she could not help but look up to behold the Elvenking in all his regal beauty. Though, noticing her upturned gaze, Glorfindel pulled at her sleeve and warned her to keep her head bowed low.
She knew the Elvenking had seen her for she felt his eyes burning into her, weighing her to the ground. Glancing up just briefly her eyes locked on with his, and for the briefest of moments she thought that she could see a flicker of joy in his eyes. Yet no sooner did she blink did his gaze once more become glacial and frozen, full of disbelief, disapproval and, worst of all, disappointment. Dismounting his stallion effortlessly, his glare barely leaving her, he approached the ancient ellon beside her.
"Glorfindel, we shall have words." And without further discussion, the two entered the king's tent alone.

Sindarin Elvish - English
gwanûn - twins
rimmog - you flow like a torrent.
Melo nin - Make love to me.
De veleth e-guilen - You are the love of my life
Anthon veleth nîn angin - I give you my love entirely.
elleth - Elf maiden (female)
pinig - little one
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