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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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"Aran vuin." Glorfindel placed his hand on his chest and bowed his head in obeisance. "How can I be of service to you, great lord?"
"You know as to why you are here." Thranduil replied, his voice cold and serious. Pouring himself some wine to help calm his demeanour, he handed a chalice to his subordinate.
"You came across her in the forest..." The king began, knowing that this were the truth yet not completely understanding as to why he knew. Perhaps it had been the song he had heard on the wind.
"Thand, aran vuin." Glorfindel affirmed as he let out a small sigh. "I found her, unconscious on the forest floor as I was tracking a deer."
"Unconscious?" Thranduil turned to face him then. The anger he had been feeling abated for but a moment to be replaced by shock and worry.
"Thand. She was wounded and dehydrated, and suffering from the elements. Also, she had been bleeding from the womb..."
Thranduil's eyes widened in dismay at this information, his heart sinking into his chest at such news. He felt such a sharp pain in his soul. How could she have done this?
"Her escort to Imladris had been set upon, and she had been hit with an arrow to the arm trying to escape." Glorfindel continued. "One of the surviving guards had helped her and her hand-maiden to flee on horseback. Her hand-maiden had returned to the palace, whilst she continued here on foot."
Thranduil frowned at such words, feeling his annoyance once more rising through his stomach. But he nodded to allow Glorfindel to continue his explanation.
"She described the beasts that had attacked them as being orc-like, yet much larger, fiercer and more intelligent."
Thranduil, his face expressionless, felt a much deeper darkness. He knew that it was returning to poison the world which they held dear for he felt it seeping into his veins. His fears were reciprocated by the Lord of Golden Flowers. "I feel that a darkness is falling upon us once more." Glorfindel said, his expression concerned and weighted. The king nodded. "I naw nîn ben naw gîn." Thranduil conceded.
"I know as to why she came here." Thranduil's eyes darkened once more. "Thus why I had sent her to Imladris in the first place...if she had of just obeyed from the start!" His voice sounded bitter at the thought. Glorfindel frowned slightly at the king's words, yet understood his sentiments.
"Remember, aran vuin, despite how disappointed one may feel, in dark times such as these we must stay together. She had her reasons to come here, and she is stubborn at best."
Thranduil gritted his teeth, knowing it to be the truth but still feeling his anger towards the elleth who had disobeyed him.
"Indeed." He replied almost coldly. "But she risked her life, the lives of her children. That I cannot forgive easily." And with that he turned away, and walked back to his war throne.
"Send her in alone. She and I shall have words."

"Adlanniel, the king wishes to speak to you." Glorfindel began gently after he exited the tent. A look of dread and fear covered her face then.
"Do not worry, he is calm."
"But I do not think he will remain so." Adlanniel lowered her eyes.
"Perhaps not, but you must face him and the consequences of your actions. Aran Thranduil loves you as a daughter, he will not remain angered at you for long."
Her breath hitched in her throat. The king loved her far more than that, and her heart fluttered in both joy and pain at the thought.
"We shall see..."
"I will accompany you." Legolas offered, but Glorfindel stayed his arm.
"She is to go alone, cund vuin." He said seriously. Legolas gazed at his love helplessly then, wishing that he could come to her defence.
"It is all-right, my love." Adlanniel gave a small smile, perhaps to give herself a false sense of confidence.
"All will be well..." And with that she turned and made her way to the tent.
"Aran vuin, let me explain.." She curtsied deeply before him, her eyes lowered. Yet she could feel the weight of his cold gaze upon her.
"No dhínen!" His voice was chilling and harsh. Her breath hitched at his glacial tone. Raising her eyes, tears of fear stinging in them, she bowed once more.
"Hîr vuin..." Her voice choked. Standing from his throne he went to her, circling her, glaring down at her. Her mere presence irked him for she had disobeyed and disrespected him out of her own ignorance.
Taking in a breath he stilled some of his ire. "How is your arm? Does it still cause you discomfort and pain?" He asked her coolly.
"A little discomfort, yes." She replied, her voice small. "But Glorfindel managed to abate the pain."
"You are lucky he found you when he did. Any longer and you would have perished, along with the children you had sworn to me to cherish and protect..."
His biting words stung her painfully, for the truth in them weighed on her already overbearing guilt.
"Do you have anything to say to that?" He pushed her, making her gulp in a sob.
"What can I say?" She began as she tried to put on a face of bravery. "You already know as to why I am here."
"Indeed!" He hissed at her. "And if it were not for the gwanûn you are bearing, I would flog you for your incompetence myself!"
Her stomach tightened painfully in fear, yet the ill temper that arose within him again would not allow him to relent.
"I cannot fathom how foolish and irresponsible you are Adlanniel! To have not returned to the safety of the palace after what had happened. Ci be-chennas?" He was almost shouting at her now.
"Do you not care for your own life? Did my guards put down their lives to protect you only to have done so in vain? Did their lives mean nothing to you?"
Adlanniel choked as the tears of guilt began to wrack at her. Indeed, had her escort defended her for nothing? She knew that if she had of obeyed the king from the beginning, they would still be alive. And now she thought of Melethril and those that were remaining when she and Gwendalyn had fled. They all had fought with such valour to protect them...yet had it all been for naught due to her own stubborn selfishness?
"And the lives of the gwanûn? Do you feel no responsibility towards them? Your foolish mishap made you bleed Adlanniel! You could have lost them!" Lowering his voice now so that only she could hear him he continued, "Do you wish to deprive me of yet another child? Do you wish to put Legolas through the same?"
Adlanniel's tear reddened eyes shot up to him then at the gutting pain that had been in his voice. She shook her head, trying to plead with him that his words were not what she had intended at all, but her voice clammed in her throat with guilt and despair. She fell to her knees in anguish and bawled into her hands. Yet the king felt no sympathy for her now, for she had been irrational and had betrayed him to the highest degree.
"Díheno nin..." She sobbed, but the king scorned her.
"If you want forgiveness then beg for it from those that died to protect you." He hissed as he continued to glare down at her. "For you will gain none from me!"
Taking in a deep breath, he pushed down his anger and composed himself once more. With her current disposition he was sure that she had learnt her lesson; a rather horrible and painful one at that.
"We cannot spare any more soldiers to take you back to the palace so there is no choice but to keep you here. Thus, you will stay in Legolas' tent and will not leave it without my expressed permission.
If you dare to disobey me again, I will severely punish you." And with those last words hanging on her ears he turned and walked out of the tent. Through her sobs she could hear Thranduil relaying his orders to Legolas before commanding both Glorfindel and Haldir to follow him. No sooner was he gone did Legolas race into the tent to comfort her.
"My love..." His voice was pained at her state as he came to the ground to embrace her. Yet she moved away from his touch, leaving him shocked and worried.
"What happened Adlanniel?" He pleaded to her. "What did aran nin say to you?"
Pushing down her wracking sobs she composed herself enough to reply. "He said what needed to be said. He said the truth." She replied simply. Yet Legolas understood the validity of her words, as well as the weight behind them. "Do not worry yourself so. You are here now, with me." He tried to reassure her gently. "But I should not be!" She snapped, though she had not meant for her voice to sound so harsh. The king's words had clawed deeply into her, and she knew that she were not innocent of his accusations. She felt a bitter self-loathing due to the horrid truth and pain which she, and she alone had caused.
"I have caused all of this, I caused the deaths of the guards. If I had of just obeyed your father in the first place none of this would have happened!"
"Do not be so harsh on yourself Adlanniel..."
"But it is my fault!" She shouted at him, once more collapsing in a sobbing heap on the fur rugs beneath her.
Sighing, Legolas managed to bundle her up into his arms. He knew that he too should be angry with her, but how could he be now, seeing her in her current state?
"Well..." He began softly as he nuzzled the top of her head. "Let us return to my tent, and think on how to correct the wrongs that we have done."

Sindarin Elvish - English
Aran vuin/nin - My/ Our king
Thand - That is true
Imladris - Rivendell
I naw nîn ben naw gîn - I agree with you
elleth - Elven maiden (Elven female)
cund vuin - my prince
No dhínen - Be silent!
hîr vuin - my lord
gwanûn - twins
Ci be-chennas? - Are you a fool?
Díheno nin - Forgive me
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood