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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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The river outside the halls of the woodland realm roared deafeningly under their feet. Baineth looked excited ahead into the green forest, while holding Thranduil's hand and together they crossed the bridge. The forest shone with a fresh green. Countless spring flowers stretched their heads toward the sky, greedy to catch some sunlight.
"May I," asked Baineth, looking questioningly at Thranduil.
He shook his head firmly.
"No. Absolutely not!"
Baineth looked disappointed at the ground. She wanted to walk barefoot through the fresh grass. She enjoyed his touch as his hand brushed over her cheek.
"Shall we go for a walk," he asked.
She nodded eagerly and together they went out into the forest. Baineth had to wait a few weeks before Thranduil allowed her to leave the protection of the halls. Legolas and the guards had patrolled the forest every day for two weeks. Now Thranduil was sure that there was no danger for Baineth. She looked up into the treetops which shone in a fresh green before she breathed in the fresh air. It was heavenly. Spring had started a month later. It was now end of April and Baineth's womb had grown in size. They would not go far, both knew this. Thranduil led her directly to the small pond where they sat down. Galion, who had accompanied them, gave Thranduil a small basket, which Baineth eyeing curious.
"For the small," Thranduil paused and looked at her womb, "Or big appetite," he said with a grin.
Baineth hit him gently on the arm and they both giggled. Camaenor was busy adjusting Baineth's dresses due to her increasing abdominal girth. Thranduil fed Baineth and they enjoyed the spring, which was arrived with full force in the woodland realm.
The walk in the forest in the spring should be the last for Baineth. After returning home, she complained that her lower back was really hurting and ever since Elrond permitted her only short walks within the halls. Thranduil had made an uproar, but Baineth had understood the situation herself very well. She did not want to risk that their child would be born prematurely. Therefore, she obeyed all her husband's requests.
In mid-June Baineth began to feel quite uncomfortable. The heat made it worse. Most of the time she spent in the lower part of the forest kingdom, in a small chamber, which had been prepared specially for her. It was sparsely furnished, with only a bed and a nightstand. Every evening Thranduil carried her back to their chamber, where he took care of her needs. Legolas was often absent, but every time he returned, he came to Baineth and put his slender hand on her growing belly and talked to his sibling. Elrond smiled in amusement as the prince seemed more excited, than his father.
July began quietly, without major problems, but in the middle of the month, the woodland realm was attacked by orcs. So great in number that Thranduil picked up the sword and led his son and the guards into battle. Baineth seemed calm and collected and waited patiently for his return. But when Thranduil returned home late at night, her embrace showed something else. She held him close without speaking a single word. Despite her solid grip, her hands were trembling and he felt the pace of her heart, which pounded excitedly in her chest.
Thranduil kissed the top of her head.
"You were brave," he whispered in her ear.
Then Baineth began to cry, while Thranduil held her in his arms to give her support.

The following weeks the guards patrolled the realm more extensively. Legolas left the halls of his father reluctantly. His heart was torn, he hesitated because he was concerned to miss the birth. It was on a warm morning when he returned from a night patrol that he found Galion at the entrance of the hall.
"Lord Elrond says that you should pause your duties at the borders for the time being."
Legoals' eyes lit up immediately.
"Is it time," he asked excitedly.
Galion smiled happily.
"Not yet, but Elrond expects that it could begin at any moment. Your father wants you to take over a part of his duties, in the event that the birth should take longer. The Council of the king awaits you."
Legolas nodded enthusiastically and followed Galion. He was glad that he would spend his time from now on in the halls of his father.
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Baineth turned from one side to the other and groaned. She spent her days lying in bed, to go to the balcony, and lie again. She worried about the birth and wished she were not pregnant. The next moment, she could not wait anymore and wanted to hold her child in her arms. A pain in her back bothered her so much that she laboriously turned back to the other side. It did not help. No matter what she did, she felt uncomfortable.
"Is that normal," she asked her mother, who was sitting on her bed.
Úllothel smiled sympathetically and nodded.
"Oh yes, that's normal. I have spent days like this before you've finally decided to be born.
Baineth rolled her eyes and rolled on her back. She looked at the ceiling and sighed.
"I hope this does not continue for days."
"Are you afraid," asked Úllothel.
Baineth chewed her lower lip and thought about the question.
"Um, I have to admit that I am scared of the pain," said Baineth softly.
Úllothel took her hand and squeezed it gently.
"But these pains are only temporary. They will pass and then you will hold something so wonderful in your arms, that you'll eventually forget them."
Baineth tried to smile.
"Your words do not help much," Baineth replied honestly.
"But your mother is right," said Malfinnor, who had recently entered the chamber.
"Of course she had pain, but when she finally held you in her arms, suddenly nothing else mattered. There was only you and nothing else."
Baineth gazed at her father in surprise.
"And what about you? You were not there when I was born?"
"Oh yes, I was there too, but your mother suddenly had eyes only for you. You know, we were relatively old, and had not been blessed with a child. Your mother had given up hope when she suddenly realized that she was pregnant with you. It was the best moment in our lives. At least until the day on which you were born. She did simply not seen me. At least for the first hour of your life. You have no idea how long that hour seemed. To me it was an eternity. When I held you in my arms at last, I understood your mother all too well, because I never wanted to let go of you. It was hard for me to share you with your mother."
Baineth wiped tears from her face and smiled.
"And how did you reach an agreement?" She asked curiously.
Malfinnor looked at Úllothel meaningfully.
"Well, as is the custom, the king visited his new subjects after their birth." Malfinnor grinned and shook his head. "The king was already in the chamber and knew of our plight. He approached me and I handed you to him. The king looked at you and said...".
"Mine," said Thranduil suddenly with a possessive tone.
Baineth started and looked at him in surprise. She had not heard him coming.
"What did you say," she asked, puzzled.
"I said that you are mine," Thranduil said with a grin as he sat down beside her on the bed.
"I had no idea that you remember this incident," said Malfinnor surprised.
Thranduil chuckled. "When I began to meet your daughter, I remembered. I found it, lets say, quite amusing as I understood that she was really mine."
"How do you feel," asked Thranduil, while he carressed her hand.
She sighed loudly.
"Very uncomfortable," she answered truthfully.
"Soon you will remember this time with joy," Úllothel said, standing up.
"We leave you alone now," she said, before she left the chamber together with her husband.
Baineth sat up with Thranduil's help.
"Did you really say that," she asked incredulously.
"Yes, I had meant it as a joke. I never joke with my subjects. But your father had been my adviser in the council for countless years. And I knew him and your mother quite well. On the day when I remembered this situation, I wondered whether it had merely been an accidental event, or the will of the Valar."
Baineth looked at him curiously.
"And what do you think about it today?"
Thranduil smiled at her.
"You know that in our life much has a deeper meaning. Both, words and deeds. I have claimed you literally as my own. With this mindset I have then - jokingly - taken you into my arms. It was not serious, but the words and the deed still remains the same. Yes, I believe that I have thus influenced our destiny if not sealed it."
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Thranduil sat after breakfast in his council chamber with his advisers and discussed trade agreements with the Dwarves of Erebor. To his surprise, Legolas refused strictly to agree. The Prince was known that he was always very open minded toward other races. But his sudden change of mind surprised not only the king.
"What is wrong to make a contract with the dwarves," Dimaethor asked, shaking his head.
"Ada," Legolas turned to his father, "I advise that you have no dealings with the dwarves. It is not good."
Thranduil paused and stared at his son. Legolas, of all his subjects and councilors it was his own son who urged him against the decision to make trade with Durin's folk.
"Why are you suddenly against it," asked Thranduil.
Legolas stepped closer to his father and spoke in a hushed voice.
"It will bring nothing good."
"Do you know something I do not know," Thranduil asked suddenly. Elrond's presence had perhaps brought more into his halls, as Thranduil liked. Predictions of the future were something Thranduil disliked. Especially when they came from Elrond or Galadriel.
Legolas' silence spoke volumes, but strangely, Thranduil was not upset. He saw something in his son's eyes, what he did not want to know. Legolas knew of the future, or at least a part of it. And if Legolas was against a trade agreement with Durin's folk, Thranduil would refuse any offer of the dwarves, no matter how good it be.
"I reject their proposals. No more arguments on this matter," he added as Dimaethor stood up and opened his mouth to speak.
Annúngilon suddenly entered the council chamber.
"My King, it's time."
Thranduil's heart stopped for a moment. Then he looked at Legolas, before he hurried from the chamber.
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