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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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Baineth startled when he wrapped his arms around her waist. Thranduil had looked everywhere for her until Galion had sent him in the great library. He looked over her shoulder, on the map which she studied.
"Are you making plans to travel," he asked amused.
Baineth ran her index finger over the map and stopped at Dale.
"Dale is relatively close. Can we go there," she asked hopeful.
"Certainly. But first you have to give birth. Later we will visit Dale."
Lord Elrond lives not too far away," she said, while tapping her finger at the point of the map which was marked as Imladris. "And Lothlorien," her finger brushed over the parchment and stopped at Lady Galadriel's home, "Lothlorien seems to be easy to reach, no mountains just a long straight road."
He smiled amused and placed a kiss on her ear.
"True indeed," he said, "But the roads are not safe. Therefore, our trips will have to wait."
"Till when," she asked and looked at him over her shoulder.
"Until the roads are safe," he replied, giving her a peck on her cheek.
Baineth furrowed her brows and straightened up. She turned to face him.
"Until the roads are safe," she asked, her voice filled with doubt.
He saw the expression on her face and tried to suppress a smirk that was about to appear on his lips.
"The roads have never been safe. At least that's what Elrond told me. You promised me, that we would visit Imladris and Lothlorien some day," she reminded him.
Thranduil smirked and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his body.
"And we will, once the roads are safe."
"But that could take forever," she said with a voice, filled with frustration.
"We live forever," he replied teasingly.
Baineth groaned and buried her face in his tunic. Thranduil stroked her head and his fingers played with her silken hair. A long sigh indicated that she had accepted his decision - for now. It pleased him. They had all kind of discussions because his wife, the queen of the woodland realm, began to think independently. He could no longer make decisions without consulting her. And when he made decisions independently, they would afterwards talk for hours. Loving discussions, that's what Thranduil called it. Thranduil made Elrond responsible for this new development of his wife. The Lord of Imladris was taking care of Baineth's health and of that of their unborn elling and apparently taught her much about her position as a queen and about the world beyond the palace, which she has never before seen. Thranduil did not mind at all. First he had been surprised by the change. But then he found great pleasure in it. If Elrond would continue to teach her, Thranduil would not have to worry anymore if he would have to leave his kingdom. Baineth would in a position to take care of the kingdom herself. He was proud of her. Their discussions amused their subjects and were apparently largely entertaining. He had overheard hushed conversations between their subjects recently, which expressed their joy about their king's and queen's public exchange.
Thranduil kissed the top of her head and his lips lingered there for a moment. He froze and held her closer when he felt something unmistakably. He released Baineth from their embrace, who smiled at him happily.
"When did it start," he asked, as he felt euphoria rise within his ancient soul.
"Some time ago," she replied, her eyes shining with happiness.
Thranduil placed his hand on her womb and waited. Nothing. He looked rather disappointed and Baineth took his hand and moved it further to the left side of her womb.
"Here, he or she is quite active today."
Thranduil struggled to hold back a tear when he felt the kicks of his child. A short laugh escaped his lips and he pulled Baineth in another embrace.
"This must be celebrated," he said, as he lead her out of the library.
The elves of the woodland realm celebrated that night with a generous feast, for their king had for the first time felt his child's physical presence.
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Baineth stood on the balcony and gazed over the forest. The sun shone but its rays were not warmth enough to melt the snow. She inhaled the fresh morning air deeply and growled quietly. Her head was heavy and she felt slightly dizzy. To the king's dismay she had allowed herself a glass of Dorwinion wine at the celebrations last night. She had drunken no more than three sips, or had it been four? She could not even remember. Baineth became immediately dizzy and Thranduil had grabbed her goblet, while eyeing her with great displeasure. He announced to the elves that whoever gave her wine while she was with child or under two hundred years of age, would suffer ... um... something truly terrible. Baineth chuckled at the memory of her enraged husband. Even Elrond had lectured her lengthy this morning. But Baineth had been preoccupied with her headache. Elrond had eventually given up when he realized that she did not pay attention to him. Baineth heard the door closing rather loudly and prepared herself to meet her husband. He had been extremely moody all night long.
Thranduil noticed the open door and walked straight to the balcony. His temper flared up when he understood that she was outside. He calmed down significantly when he noticed the thick blanket which was wrapped around his wife.
"I would rather see you in our bed, than standing out here alone," he said sternly.
"I am not alone," she replied and turned to look at him.
Thranduil placed his hand behind her back, leading her back inside their chamber.
"I am waiting for the spring. My heart longs to see the lush green forest," she said, "When will the time come, that the warm rays of the sun end this long winter?"
Baineth sat down on the bed and Thranduil sat down beside her.
"Spring isn't far away. A week, maybe two, then your desire will be fulfilled, he said to calm her, "But my heart does not long for the spring. If I could stop time, I would forever linger in this moment," he added while eyeing her curvy body with a heated gaze.
"How can you desire to linger in this moment, she asked curiously, "Don't you desire to see your small elfling born?" Her brow was furrowed and Thranduil smiled. She looked very attractive when she did so.
"Oh yes, I do long for that moment in our life's. But," he paused and his gaze returned to her shapely curves, "As you know, I have other motives."
Thranduil took hold of her hand and enveloped it in his. His mood changed and his heated gaze became stern.
"You must always behave exemplary. Especially in front of our subjects. Fortunately they were not offended by your small misstep last night. They found it rather amusing."
"The entertaining part were certainly your threats, " she mused, while she leaned her head against his chest.
Thranduil chuckled and placed his arm around her shoulders.
"Are you still feeling dizzy," he asked concerned.
Baineth nodded wordlessly and closed her eyes. His large hand stroked her arm and he slowly pulled her backwards.
"I wish that you will stay in bed today," he said, lifting his index finger up to undermine his words. "Stay here and rest. It's better for you and for our child, which has tasted last night my favorite Dorwinion wine, thanks to its mother's carelessness."
Baineth made herself comfortable while Thranduil sat near her, leaning back against the headboard, reading a book.
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Elrond gazed at the prince rather thoughtful before he rose from his chair to walk to the balcony.
"I understand your concern. But you should take into consideration, that Baineth is still too young to know of this. The time will come, when she must be informed. Otherwise the situation could create a rift between her and the king. But you must wait. Let her be a mother and let her be the queen. You will know when the time has come. You will feel it in the air, just like your father. The change will unsettle him. When that happens, you can inform Baineth."
Legolas sat silent in front of Elrond's small desk and pondered over his words.
"But will it be right to confront her with facts when it is too late to change anything? Is it right to give her no time to prepare?"
Elrond turned around to look at Legolas who looked at him worried.
"Yes. Bainteh is strong, but a elleth nevertheless. She would worry too much and that would be bad for her mind. Let her be strong now. I have noticed that Baineth is more practical if she is spontaneous. If she is given too much time to ponder deeply about decisions, her vision gets clouded. This should not happen. Because ultimately, you Legolas, will leave this kingdom. You must be there for your sibling and be a teacher. That is essential. Once you have left the woodland realm, the knowledge which you have passed on to your sibling, will remain. And that is how it's supposed to be."
"And Tauriel," Legolas asked.
"You may tell Baineth about her. But not before the time of change has come. She should know about Tauriel and the fate which is connected to her and the dwarf - and with yourself. She will reign this kingdom without Thranduil at times. She should know. And you must tell her. I won't be with her then. So its important that she knows. And remember that your father knows nothing about it. And so it should remain."
Legolas leaned back in the chair and his gaze traveled over to the window. Soon spring would arrive and he would once again be busy protecting the borders of the kingdom. But this time it would be different. Now he would not only protect the king and his subjects. Now he would protect a queen and his sibling.
Legolas looked at Elrond.
"Will I have a brother or sister," he asked with burning curiosity.
Elrond smiled broadly.
"That my dear Legolas, you will find out in the late summer, when Baineth will give birth."
But why can't you tell me," Legolas asked, being rather disappointed by Elrond's lame reply.
"Because its not supposed to be known. Not all things should be known in advance. Sometimes it will bring additional hardships along. But I can tell you this, if you look at the situation with a sober mind, you will know the answer."
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Camaenor entered the chamber and smiled at Baineth.
"My queen," he said, bowing.
She waved him over and he sat down on a chair which stood beside the settee near the fireplace.
"I have made something and wanted to show it to you," he said.
Baineth's eyes widened as he laid a small bundle on the table and opened it. A mixture of happiness and pain washed over her face as Baineth looked at the clothes. It was a tiny leggings and a green tunic, next to a little dress. Baineth's fingers brushed gently over the soft cotton from which the clothes were made and looked up at Camaenor.
"So small, will my child be so small," she asked tearfully.
He smiled and nodded and watched as Baineth's finger brushed over and over again over the clothes, while tears of emotion rolled down her cheeks. She was deeply touched when she realized that she would soon be a mother. It still seemed so unreal. Despite her pregnancy she had not been able to really imagine how much would change in a few months time.
Two strong hands touched the shoulders and Baineth looked over her shoulder at her husband, who smiled at her. He leaned down and kissed her forehead before he sat down beside her on the settee. Thranduil took the leggings and tunic and put it on one of his thighs. Then he took the dress and put it on the other thigh. Baineth leaned her head against his strong shoulder and eyed the clothes.
"I could not say what I would rather have, a son or daughter," he said thoughtfully.
Baineth smiled and rubbed her nose against his shoulder.
"I want both," she said.
Thranduil raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously.
"I will certainly take care of this, even if it was to take ten thousand years, and a hundred sons or a hundred daughters. You shall be happy and have both."
Then he looked at Camaenor and nodded gratefully. Thranduil had instructed him to make these clothes, hoping that it would help Baineth to realize the changes which would happen. Camaenor smiled softly and bowed before leaving the chamber.
"Why you always blush," asked Thranduil, "Camaenor is our confidant servant. Moreover, everyone knows what we do behind closed doors."
Baineth groaned and tried to hide her flushed face.
Thranduil chuckled and put his arm around her.
"As you get older, you will not be ashamed. Now you're still young. You're factually the first Elleth that is with child at such young age."
"Do you have to remind me," she asked embarrassed.
Thranduil nodded "Yes, of course. And if we already talk about this issue," he paused and pulled her into his lap, "I have an idea of what we could do next."
Baineth smiled and Thranduil claimed her lips in a sensual kiss, as he began to undress her slowly.
Thranduil pulled her dress over her body and discarded it on the floor. Baineth shivered slightly as his hands grazed the skin of her shoulders, arms and cleavage. His eyes followed her hands as she reached out, beginning to unbutton his tunic. She slid it over his broad shoulders and he leaned forward, as she freed him of his clothes. Her fingers brushed tenderly over his skin and she met his eyes as she felt his heartbeat under her fingertips. He was excited as she was. Baineth's fingers traced over his torso, downwards and played with the bulge in his leggings. She smirked as she elicited a hiss from him. She opened his belt buckle and found her target. Thranduil groaned out in delight as she began to squeeze his length, which began to grow in size against her palms. He cupped her face with his large hands and he pulled her into a feverish kiss. His lips left hers and he placed kisses along her chin, down her neck. He nibbled, kissed and licked her sweet skin. Baineth moaned and squirmed in his arms as he licked over her collarbone. He leaned her backwards and Baineth gasped and grabbed hold of his shoulders as he claimed a nipple between his lips. She began to roll her hips against his and felt his fully grown length, pulsing hard against her pearl. She moaned out and their eyes met yet again. He yearned for her, his eyes giving away his lust.
He pulled her up and her finger tips brushed over his sensitive tip. It was slightly wet and she knew that he was ready to take her. It aroused her that this powerful elf, a king, hankered so strongly for her affection. She smiled suddenly as she noticed his stare. Thranduil's hands which had clutched her waist, ran now lower and he grabbed her bum, lifting her up slowly. A moan elicited deeply in his throat as he lowered her onto his length. Baineth embraced him and pressed her soft breasts against his chest, which rose from excitement as he slid inside her warm and soft body.
Thranduil cupped her face with one hand and gazed deeply inside her eyes, which were flooded with lust and longing. He claimed her soft lips in a brief kiss before he clutched her waist with both hands. Baineth began to move and he quivered at the sensation her movements caused him. She cupped his face with one hand and slowly pushed him backwards. Thranduil leaned his head against the backrest and closed his eyes, quivering and moaning as she continued to move up and down his throbbing shaft.
Baineth leaned forward and kissed his strong neck before she concentrated on her movements once again. The way how he breathed, how his hands held onto her flesh possessively, the way he moaned sensually when he grinded her pelvis down on him, caused her own lust to flourish within her continuously. She grabbed his shoulders and her grip tightened as she felt him approach his climax.
"Look at me," she whispered, when she felt that he had almost reached the peak.
Thranduil opened his eyes and stared into hers, and giving in to his bodies yearning, he climaxed. Baineth slowed down her movements, being rather exhausted. He gazed at her through hooded eyes. His fingers grazed over her cheekbone before they slid down her cheek. His finger ran over her lips which were so alluring. Then he placed his hand behind her back and grinned mischievously.
"My turn," he said smirking, before he pushed Baineth onto the settee.
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