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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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The canvas of the tent flapped and rippled from the outside wind as she stared at the back-most wall, huddled under the blankets and furs for some respite against the cold. The chill now was clinging to her bones, much like the sorrow that clung to her very being. She shivered as she pulled the furs over her head more, for the fires from the nearby braziers would bring her no warmth that night, nor had they for the nights previous.
Some days had past since the Elvenking struck her, and not once had she left the tent except for in the need to relieve herself. Now she avoided all conversation, even with those closest to her, and it upset and frustrated the prince that his beloved would not share even the simplest of words with him. Yet she did not care, for all she could think about was how Thranduil had hit her.
She had deserved it, she knew that, for the words she had said to him had been cruel and bitter. Yet his words too had been callous, and so perhaps their coming to blows had been inevitable. Despite this, it still twisted her heart that he had still made no effort to come to her to apologise, not to even check upon her well-being. This simple fact had made even Legolas frigid towards his father, and both he and the king had barely shared words since that day except for official purposes.
"Adlanniel?" Came a gentle voice from behind her, yet the sound did not fall upon her ears. Legolas sat down behind her and sighed, his eyes were dulled and saddened. Opening his hand slightly, he looked down at the small object that he was holding, and it glittered auburn from the nearby firelight. The prince had been so preoccupied with other, more troubled thoughts, he had completely forgotten to give it back to its respectful owner. Now he hoped that it would return some form of light back to her, due to the love and devotion that was held within it. However, would the love and admiration held within the little filigree ring be enough?
"Adlanniel, I have something of yours which I wish to return to you. Please look at me." His voice was saddened and pleading. Sitting up on her arms and twisting her body to face him, she looked upon him with dull, sunken eyes. Giving her a hopeful smile, he moved to sit in front of her.
"Here..." His voice was as soft and gentle as a spring breeze as he took hold of her left hand.
"I should have returned this to you when you had first arrived." Straightening out her finger he slipped the ring on easily. "It had been sitting over there on my desk in that little carven box." He cocked his head in the desk's direction, his lovely boyish grin painted on his features.
"As was the letter I had been writing you, but never sent as you had arrived before I had the chance." He added. Adlanniel lowered her eyes as a shame once more overcame her.
"What is it, my little dove?" Legolas asked, seeing his beloved's demeanour had suddenly become even more sullen.
"It shames me to say that I have already read it." She admitted, her gaze still lowered.
Legolas looked to her and blinked hard in surprise. "Oh?"
Adlanniel looked up to him then, her eyes desperate and remorseful. "I had been looking for something to cut a nail I had cracked, and I happened to look in the drawers of your writing desk." She began, albeit hesitantly. "From in there I came across your letter, as I saw from a fold in the paper my name was written upon it. Thus...curiosity got the better of me. Forgive me Legolas, I did not mean to pry." She looked down once more. Before the prince could speak upon the matter, she continued. "And it is I who needs to be forgiven, for I have caused you so much worry and have wronged you in such grievous ways...." Her voice trailed off as her mind blackened.
"Well you coming here was a surprise, but I would hardly call it grievous." He tried to make light of the situation despite sensing that her words had held a deeper meaning.
"That is not what..." She began.
"Hush now, my dearest." Legolas placed a lithe finger upon her lips, as he smiled fondly down to her. Despite what he had felt, he did not want either of them to linger on such thoughts.
"Allow me to show you how much I love you." He leant forward to kiss her but she placed a firm hand on his chest to stop him.
"I am not deserving of it..." Her voice choked as she felt hot tears burn at her once more.
The prince hushed her again as he wiped the tears from her eyes with his thumbs. "Allow me to be the judge of that." And before she had any chance to protest, he took her mouth deeply with his own and lapped his tongue tenderly against hers. He felt her loosen against him as he traced his fingers through her soft, raven hair, his other hand finding its way through the folds of her chiffon night gown. She groaned deeply into his mouth whilst his fingertips swept across her taught nipples, tweaking and teasing them to make her squirm with desire.
"Legolas...I..." She panted, as he traced his nimble fingers up the inside of her trembling thigh. "Hush now. I know you have been craving this for some time..." His voice was so utterly erotic she felt the wetness beginning to build up between her legs. This tone, the sultry and seductive voice that dripped into her ears...she had heard it before.
"My little minx..."
Her eyes shot open at hearing such words. Yet, before she had the chance to look upon him, to make sure that what she had heard was only her imagination playing cruel tricks on her, he pushed her down forcefully and was between her dripping thighs in an instant, tracing his tongue up along her slit, savouring her juices. His tongue flicked and pushed at the entrance of her being, lapping up her desire as she writhed and squirmed beneath him. She bit hard into her clenched fist as his tongue began to tease her pearl, sending electrifying tingles into her loins. Yet he pulled her arm down and pinned it at her side.
"Let me hear you, little vixen." His voice was as smooth as molten honey, and her body twitched at hearing his voice. Pressing his tongue against her throbbing clit, he traced its tip down to the entrance of her burning womanhood. There, he began to tease her lust by flicking his tongue in and out of her like a snake. He slowly began to trace his sensuous lips up her body, smoothing his hands over her pale skin and taking one of her plump breasts into his mouth. She groaned deeply as he sucked upon her nipple, grazing it ever so teasingly with his teeth. He sucked wildly when she bucked her body against him, and she clenched his hair tightly. Pulling his head up, she looked up at him from her dampened eyes, and the Elvenking smirked back at her with his ever so delectable lips. Her breath hitched sharply in her throat as she gazed at him in disbelief. Yet, her heart betrayed her and beat wildly in her chest with excitement. Taking his head with both hands, she pulled him up to her mouth so that she could take it deeply with hers. She could still taste her lust on his lips, and she revelled in their kiss as he too, savoured her flavour.
"My Adlanniel...my carnal slave Adlanniel..." Her eyes shot open once more at such words, yet she could not see, so blurred had her vision become.
"Thranduili...AH!" She let out a long, deep moan as his thick shaft filled her to the very core. She bucked her hips up to his as she buried her face into his neck, grasping his hair once more as he thrust deeply into her. Savage thrust after savage thrust he tortured her to the brink of her limit, moaning seductively into her ear to push her to her very limits. She rose with him, riding him wildly, losing herself in his passion, her thoughts becoming clouded and filled with bright light.
"Adlanniel...?" The voice called her, though it was so distant, almost a shadow at the back of her mind. She pushed her hips more forcefully against the being above her.
"Adlanniel?!" She fell against the mattress, panting, staring up at the figure looking down at her, his face full of concern. Her vision finally cleared, yet she felt dazed.
"Adlanniel, where were you just now?" Legolas asked her, his eyes, so full of confusion, searching her for some form of understanding. "I...." Her voice choked as she still tried to comprehend what had come over her. Was it the darkness in her mind trying to send her mad, or had he really been with her, using some form of wicked magic? Whatever the case, it left her breathless and craving, yet frightened and pained.
"What happened to you?" Legolas put his hands onto her shoulders, staring deeply into her eyes.
"I..do not know, cund vuin." She replied.
"You were about to call me Thranduilion, or at least that is what I heard.....yet you have never called me that...." He began, a frown crossing his face. He could not help but feel a twisting within his gut.
"Why now, all of a sudden?" He questioned her suspiciously.
Adlanniel felt as if all the blood in her veins had frozen over, as she stared at him blankly, unknowing of how to reply. Had she really said that? Had she intended on calling out the Elvenking's name instead?
"I did not realise I had...." She began cautiously, trying desperately to think of some way to cease his suspicion. "I was trying to forget all the sorrows that have plagued us recently. And thus I got lost in the moment...in how good you were making me feel. They were mere words of passion, nothing more." She said. His stare bore into her for a long moment, and it made her feel uneasy. Yet, looking away from her he sighed and nodded. When he looked back at her, his eyes seemed pained, even desperate, but he smiled at her and brushed his fingers gently along her cheek. "Come, my love, let us sleep together now, and forget all our troubles." And without waiting for her to answer, he wrapped one arm around her shoulders and brought her down against him so that her head was upon his chest.
As she listened to his strong heart beating within, she could not help but feel so overwhelmed with guilt again. Biting down on her lower lip, she strained hard to keep the bitter tears from falling. Her mind was crying desperately in place of her, "Díheno nin, Legolas. Díheno nin....I do not know how to make it end...this endless torment...I want it to yet I do not...But I know it must!"
She jolted awake at the sound of an elven horn blasting through the camp. Looking about the bed, the prince was gone. Sweeping her hand over where he had slept she could feel that he had been gone for some time. She felt her heart weigh heavily at such, for it was barely even morning. There was infant light straining in through gaps in the tent's entrance, and all the braziers bar one had been snuffed out. The horn sounded once more, and she twisted around to the direction of the noise, alerted. It was not the horn of the Elvenking, nor was it that of his son or the prince's two esteemed guardians. She had grown accustomed to the differences in the calls of each horn every time one of her golden haired warriors returned to camp. Yet this horn was something different entirely, yet it was so very familiar; a welcoming sound.
She gasped, and a sudden excitement released the weight from her heart. "Adar!?"
Launching herself out of the bed, she burst out the front of the tent. The guards were nearby but had not noticed her bolt out as she ran, her feet bare against the freezing grass and mud underfoot, down the crude track.
She stopped when she saw the Elvenking a short way up the road, in all his regal finery, his beautiful flaxen hair flowing freely in the morning chill, his silver tiara sparkling in the birthing light. He wore a red velvet cape lined with frost white fur. The prince was standing beside his father and he too was suited in his royal garb of emerald greens and walnut browns. Had they known that her father would be arriving that day? She felt her mouth twitch, as for some reason, she felt an angered hurt inside of her. Was she so unimportant and petty to them that they could not notify her of her own father's arrival? Her eyes stung as she stared at them, emotionless, watching their golden hair flow from the breeze, their pale skin glow ethereal. In such a daze she had become, she had not noticed that her presence had caught the Elvenking's attention. He was looking at her now, his face blank except for the small frown that crossed his brow. He leant down to the prince's ear, and the prince too turned to look at her, his expression surprised. Immediately he ran over to her side, and it was not till he was beside her did she notice his presence. "What are you doing Adlanniel? It is freezing out here, go back to the tent and put something warm on!" He ordered her. Yet, her eyes burned into him, making him step back in surprise. "Why did you not tell me my father was arriving, and is here now as I speak?" She hissed. "I thought it best to let you rest, considering the state you had been in last night and for the previous few days." He retorted, pulling off his velvet cape to wrap it around her, yet she slapped his hand away. "I do not need your sympathy!" She bit, shoving past him towards where her father and his entourage could be seen cantering towards them, their blue and violet banners flapping in the wind. Thranduil's dismayed gaze trailed her as she ignored protocol to run past his entourage to meet her father first.
Lord Elrond, adorned in his golden armour which shimmered like a thousand rays of the sun, pulled up his steed abruptly when he saw his beloved daughter running towards him. Dismounting immediately he had little chance to react for Adlanniel jumped into his arms. Though surprised by her sudden, unexpected disregard of custom, he embraced her warmly regardless.
"Iellig..." Elrond kissed her gently on the crown of her head as he hugged her tightly. "Adar, gail síla erin lû e-govaned 'wîn." She nestled her head against his shoulder, and felt tears of relief burn at her eyes. His sudden presence seemed to lift her spirits immensely, and lifted some of the weight from her heart.
"Gwannas lû and." He responded, smiling down at her. But no sooner did he smile did his expression become one of concern. "Sellig, what are you doing out here in your nightgown and with no shoes on your feet? It is freezing and you are with child!"
Her eyes shot open at such words, but she immediately lowered them. "And these bruises..." His voice lowered in sorrow as he looked over the deep purple marks on her jaw and wrists, noticing one to the back of her neck. "You really should be resting. I do not think Aran Thranduil will be pleased with you being out here like this..." He looked up briefly in the direction of the king.
"I do not care..." Adlanniel mumbled, her tone with the sting of defiance. "As am I not entirely pleased." Her father added sternly, making her look up at him, teary eyed. Now her own father was displeased with her? She wondered then how things could worsen more. He could very well sense that something was amiss about her, that some for of anxiety was foreshadowing her. Sighing, he spoke more gently. "My dear, go back to your tent and dress yourself in something warm. I promise I will come to speak with you at length soon. You have my word." He reassured her as he cupped her cheek lovingly with his hand. Giving her father smile she nodded, "Very well, adar." She curtsied in respect before making her way back down the road towards the Elvenking and the prince. Holding her head up proudly, she shot a glare at the both of them as she passed.
No sooner had she entered the tent, did the prince burst in behind her, making her spin around in surprise.
"What was that just now?" He bit at her before she had the chance to speak, his expression somewhat irked. "You know the protocol of meetings between nobles, yet in an ignorant act of defiance you ignored it!"
"I ignored nothing Legolas, only you." She retorted as she turned to go to the chest that had been allocated to her for clothing. Yet the prince caught her by the wrist and pulled her back to face him almost harshly, causing the bruises there to pain. "Stop playing this childish game Adlanniel!" He snapped at her, his eyes burning in frustration. "At first I had thought it your pregnancy that was causing your sudden change in moods and behaviour. Yet, it has become obvious that it is not entirely the case!"
"What are you talking about?" Adlanniel grumbled at him, as she pulled herself from his grasp, returning to hastily pull out some clothing that Glorfindel had managed to acquire for her from one of his numerous lovers at the camp. "Do you think me a fool?" The prince spat, exasperated. "I have seen the hostility and strain between you and my father since you arrived here. I do not know what it is, but I know it is something more than just your arrival here and I know there is more to it than what had happened just a few eves past. I can feel the animosity seeping off the both of you when you are both within proximity of each other, and you are both dripping it onto me! I demand to know what is going on!"
Adlanniel frowned at him and turned her head away to ignore his request. She was tired of having others make demands of her. "We have simply come to a disagreement. That is all. Not like it is any of your business..."
"Not my business??" He almost shouted at her then, and the fury in his voice took her by utter shock, making her cower slightly. Perhaps he had his father's ire hidden within him after all.
"I am your husband Adlanniel! Whatever goes on between you and my king, my father, is my business!"
Though his tone had frightened her, her stubbornness made her ever more defiant for she remembered the cruel words he had spoken to her not so long ago. She scoffed at him as she scowled at him impatiently.
"You are my husband?" She hissed, mockingly. "Was it not you, Legolas, who reminded me once that we are not yet married?" Her voice dripped with a cruel irony. The prince gazed at her, wide eyed, visibly hurt by her harsh words, yet what she had spoken was indeed the truth. Regardless, he was too worn and weary to back down and let her have her way.
"Once, yes." He replied, glaring at her. "And I regretted those words. Regardless, we are married in the eyes of the Valar and under Eldar law for our relationship has been consummated, numerous times if I must remind you." Suddenly his face darkened, and so cold did his expression become it could rival the glacial expressions of his father. "Or would you have rather it had been someone else?" His eyes now burned a new flame, as his glare hollowed its way into her. Adlanniel's eyes widened at his words, her mouth dropped slightly agape. His voice raced wildly through her mind, making her heart pound painfully in her chest.
"...What?" Her voice trembled as she stumbled to sit on the chair, her entire body becoming weak at the notion of what he was suggesting; at the implication of what he may have already known.
"You have made it quite obvious that my presence repulses you." He spat, his heart too aching painfully. He did not know what to think or feel anymore for when she pulled him close to her, she no sooner pushed him away. Every word he had said to try to comfort her in recent days seemed to have only made the chasm deepen. And now this hostility between her and his father? What had happened between them? Surely some mere disagreement was not enough to have rendered such malice?
Legolas took in a deep breath to calm his emotions. "Despite what you feel," He continued, his voice as stern as his father's. "I am still your prince, and my father is still your king. You would do well to remember your place and to show some respect Adlanniel. One more misstep from you, and even I will not be able to protect you, regardless of any circumstances. Do not forget that."
Disallowing her the chance to respond, he walked out of the tent and left her in tears, too frustrated to share more words with her.
"Legolas." The Elvenking acknowledged calmly as the prince entered his tent unannounced.
"Adar." He replied, his expression still in a slight scowl.
"What is the matter?" His father asked casually.
"I think you already know..."
"Adlanniel?"
Legolas let out a short groan of exasperation. That was enough to answer the king's question.
"I want to know what is going on between the both of you." The prince demanded after a moment, his eyes fixated on his father. Thranduil felt a sudden cold chill run down his spine at the tone of his son's voice, but he kept himself composed. "For the animosity that radiates off you both recently in each other's presence has not gone without notice." Legolas warned.
"And why would you think I would care if others notice?" Thranduil replied coldly. "I am the king of this realm, and if she wishes to marry into it then she is going to have to learn to remain respectful and dignified. There is no place in our kingdom for spoilt brats."
Legolas' eyes widened in surprise at his father's choice of words. Though, despite how harsh they had been, there was a grim truth to them of which the prince understood. "She never used to be like this..." He muttered.
"And yet she has become so. Perhaps we have been too lenient to her, allowing her to do as she wishes. Or perhaps you need to do a better job at keeping her in line." His father answered.
"Like the way you had the other eve?" Legolas shot back, his expression once more angered at his father's biting attack upon him.
"I know what you had done that night. The bruise on her jaw was evident enough. But what had she said to you that was so wrong for you to have struck her? I know you father....I know how cold and almost cruel you can be...but to strike an elleth? Even I though you incapable of such an act." The prince's expression was helpless then, desperate for an explanation.
The king's face suddenly paled with guilt. Though he was adamant not to apologise to her yet, he still felt remorse for his actions regardless. The prince's expression became even more sullen when his father was unable to reply; the king was never left speechless or without an answer.
"There is something much deeper happening between you, something more than her simply disobeying you. I can see that clearly." Legolas motioned to his father's sudden weary disposition.
"There is nothing deeper between us." Thranduil corrected firmly. Though his son was suspecting something of them, which he was not entirely wrong in his suspicions, his father knew it would be disastrous if his son continued to follow such a path, especially considering the environment and circumstances they were already in.
"She became furious when I ordered her to go back to Imladris for her own good, and she became even more enraged when I had foiled her plot to sneak into our ranks." He said factually.
"And recently I've not had the patience for her outbursts and her outright disregard for her place. Using her condition as an excuse for her behaviour can only go so far Legolas. Trust me, I've known pregnant women."
Legolas lowered his gaze and sighed. He knew what is father was saying was true.
"She is like a daughter to me Legolas, you know that. But I will not deny that I have not been as tolerant of her as of late as I should be, especially as she is with child. But considering the situation and circumstances that we have all been thrust into, emotions are going to, and will, run high."
"I know that..." The prince mumbled.
"Then let it go. Time for forgiveness and reconciliation will come later."
"But of all times, we need each other now." The prince pushed.
"And we still have each other Legolas; we are still all here."

"Aran nin, cund vuin, the lords and captains are here to for the war council." A young guard suddenly announced. Thranduil sighed inwardly in relief at the much needed distraction.
"Very well, allow them in." The king replied. "Are you ready Legolas?" He asked once the guard disappeared. "Always." The prince replied, his brow still furrowed.
The graceful Elven lords and their entourage entered the Elvenking's tent first, shortly followed by their mortal counterparts. The captains of men were headed by a young warrior, his age and maturity being the equivalent of that of the Elven prince if he himself had been born an elf. He was the prince Ciryaher, son of Ciryandil, the fourteenth king of Gondor.
Galion went about the revered guests, offering them crystal chalices of the Elvenking's finest Dorwinion vintage.
"My father has often spoken of your impeccable taste in wine, King Thranduil. Indeed his words hold true." Prince Ciryaher held up his chalice in salute, his captains following his example. Thranduil bowed his head gracefully in thanks as he motioned for those gathered to make their way to the war table which his son had arduously prepared earlier that morning.
"So, what have you planned for us, Woodland Prince?" Prince Ciryaher asked, a tone of high reverence in his voice. Legolas felt relieved that finally someone showed respect to him.
"I have planned nothing steadfast, your highness." He replied calmly. "For, despite what our spies tell us, we can never be entirely certain of what the enemy will do. And thus I merely have some ideas which I believe will work to our advantage if the information we have received indeed holds true."
"As I am sure you are already well aware, my prince, forces from Harad have pushed through Khand with another twelve or so mûmakil to join the Easterling's forces near the Sea of Rhûn."
"Indeed, we are aware of that." Legolas sighed. "That would bring the amount of mûmakil at their disposal to at least twenty."
"And our spies have confirmed this number?" A captain from Rohan asked then. Legolas nodded. "Yes, captain. We received new information this morning."
"And let us not forget they have the few remaining warg riders and trolls from Mordor in their ranks as well." Glorfindel piped up.
"No matter what we do, that rotten place will continue to spit out filth." The Roharim captain mumbled.
Thranduil turned his attention back to the Gondorian prince. "How are your father's forces holding in Osgiliath, Prince Ciryaher?" He asked calmly. "I received word that Lord Celeborn himself has come to Gondor's aid." Though Ciryaher stood proudly like his great father, he could not help but feel his heart race with nerves being in the presence of so many revered elven lords for the first time in his young life. "Our forces have thinned, my king." The prince replied honestly, his heart sinking at the thought. "But we continue to hold steadfast. Thanks to Prince Legolas' assault near Emyn Muil and Dagorlad, the flow of filth from Mordor has slowed substantially, and our resolve has indeed strengthened with Lord Celeborn's assistance."
As the Elvenking continued to speak with Prince Ciryaher, the Woodland prince's soul pained at the memory of that battle near Dagorlad; of the hundreds of wrights that dragged the living to their graves; of the ethereal spirit of his grandfather Oropher. Yet he was soon to snap out of his daze as his father directed all attention back to him.
"That battle had not been without a great cost to all, and I am thankful that my son had managed to lead our joint forces to victory."
Legolas could feel a slight heat flush in his cheeks at his father's unexpected praise. "A victory that indeed cost many lives, both human and elven alike, as you said aran nin." Legolas affirmed solemnly. "For which we were forced into calling for reinforcements. Of which," He turned to look at the Gondor prince, and then to Lord Elrond who was standing near him, "I am forever grateful for their arrival." He placed his hand on his chest and bowed his head respectfully to the Lord of Imladris, who reciprocate the gesture in kind.
"And with the arrival of their own reinforcements," Elrond continued, "They will not hesitate to march upon us."
The group began to mumble amongst themselves at the truth in the Elven lord's words. Thranduil held up his hand to silence their worries so that his son could continue.
"Indeed, Lord Elrond, what you say is true; they will not hesitate to make their move. Due to the denseness of the Greenwood, they will most certainly try to trap us here in the East Bight. The woods indeed offer us protection, but it will be impossible for all of us to fight under her eaves due to the terrain here. That is why we must stop them from arriving here at all costs."
"And so we will have to meet them in open battle?" Prince Ciryaher asked, looking down at the giant map that was sprawled across the mahogany table.
"We do not have any other choice. There is no chance for a surprise attack as we can see their camp as clearly as they can see ours. I would suggest trapping them between the Sea of Rhûn and the Celduin otherwise, but alas we cannot."
"So what do you propose?"
Leaning forward, Legolas pushed the wooden figures of their collective military to a position in the middle of the fields of Rhovanion. "We will meet them almost midway, at least more than a days march from here, far enough so that they cannot cause harm to our stronghold here unless they manage to break through." He replied. "We have the advantage of the downhill slope of the plains, which will allow a further firing range for our archers and better manoeuvrability around the mûmakil and wargs."

Another two hours had passed by the time the council emerged from the tent, fresh in memory with the battle strategies they had arduously discussed.
"You have become quite the strategist, young Legolas." Came a familiar voice from behind him as he headed back to his own tent.
"Lord Elrond! My apologies, I did not know you were behind me." Legolas bowed his head and placed his hand upon his heart. "And I had great teachers, both at home and in Imladris." He smiled in reply.
"Indeed, you have learnt well." Elrond patted the prince on the shoulder. Yet with this simple touch, the lord of Imladris could feel the looming dread in the prince's soul.
"But I fear that your heart has been darkened, and not entirely by this experience of war." He said solemnly. Legolas lowered his eyes and sighed.
"It is your daughter Adlanniel, hîr vuin." Legolas admits. "I fear that all that has happened recently is dragging us apart..."
Elrond gave the prince a sympathetic look, and squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "You have both endured severe amounts of duress and it is taking a toll on you both. Yet all will be well in time Legolas."
"Are you able to see that?" Legolas asked hopefully, knowing well enough of the Lord of Imladris' gift of foresight. But Elrond sighed dolefully. "Alas my vision has been clouded as of late, and I cannot see what will become of our fates. But have hope, my prince, for where there is hope, there is light."
Legolas gave a small smile and nodded. "My love for Adlanniel will always allow me to keep hope." He said, lowering his gaze respectfully. "I imagine that you both would like to talk at length. I shall go and fetch her and tell her to come to your tent, if you would like hîr vuin."
"Thank you, cund vuin. I would appreciate it if you could do that for me."
Adlanniel was sitting at the writing desk brushing her long, raven hair when Legolas entered. It was apparent that she had been weeping, for her eyes were ringed red and swollen. She had not noticed that the prince had entered, and so he stood by the entrance and watched her, his eyes saddening for her. He regretted all that he had said to her that morning; regretting having allowed himself to have lost his temper so. Was his heart so twisted now that he could allow himself to speak with such animosity towards the one he loved most in the world? His gut wrenched in self-loathing at the thought.
"Adlanniel..." His voice was soft and contrite as he approached her. Such a daze she had been in, she dropped her brush in surprise. "Legolas!" She gasped, blinking hard to clear her mind. Bending down to take up her brush, Legolas moved to stand behind her to gently resume brushing her hair in silence. Adlanniel watched him behind her through the small silver mirror she had perched on the desk. She could clearly see that his expression was sullen and depressed, and it pained her deeply to see him hurting. Reaching back, she placed her hand upon his that was brushing her hair, and he stopped and looked at her through the mirror.
She pulled his hand to her and kissed his knuckles gently, and gave him a smile through the mirror in an attempt at reassurance. He returned her smile, but it was weak. Turning, she looked up at him directly and without saying a word she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close to her.
"Ci veleth e-guil nîn, Legolas."
"I hope so..." The prince replied, almost to himself as he gazed blankly at his own reflection in the mirror.
"Do you not believe me?" Adlanniel's eyes were full of hurt and worry. Indeed he had been the love of her life, but had that changed now? Even she did not know for her heart was so torn asunder. Regardless, she clung to the belief with all her being for despite her snarled emotions, she knew she still loved her prince dearly.
"I do not know what to believe anymore Adlanniel. I am getting too tired..."
"I know you are." She soothed as she placed a soft hand on his face. "Things have been trying for the both of us, and I am sorry that I have not been myself; That I have not been the pillar for you to lean on in your times of need." Tears welled in her eyes as she stood and embraced him. As she held his worn body, she was able to feel the light slowly ebbing from him partially due to the issues between them. Such a horrid guilt she felt she began to weep against his shoulder, not wanting to ever let him go again. Sighing, he reached up to stroke the back of her soft hair gently, and kissed the crown of her head.
"It will be allright." He said softly. "But we cannot allow this chasm between us to get any wider. I regret what I said to you earlier, but I really do not know what is going on anymore, or what to make of everything." He sighed once more, albeit with frustration. "But," He continued calmly. "There are more dire things ahead which we must focus on vanquishing first. And for the well-being of you and our children," He looked down to her stomach, and his mouth curled into a small smile, "I do not want you to worry about anything right now. But I do want you to do what you are asked from now on."
Legolas frowned down at her when she did not reply to his words. "Adlanniel...I mean it." He pressed sternly. "I honestly do not know what you did to provoke my father's ire so, but you better not overstep yourself again." He warned her.
"I am stubborn." She replied simply.
"Don't we all know that!" He replied with a slight scoff. "But I am serious Adlanniel. He is your king, and I am your husband. It is best you do not push your luck further."
"Or else what? Will you slap me too?" Her tone wise biting as she scowled, more so at the memory of it. Legolas sighed and shook his head. "You know I would never." He replied honestly. "And in all honesty I am astonished that he did; it is completely unlike him, despite how harsh he can be. It is something that you are both going to have to answer for once this is all over for I swear to the Valar I will..."
"Swear to the Valar you will what?" She cut in as she traced a fingertip down his firm chest. Her poor prince had been troubled for long enough, she thought then, and it was time to switch his mind to other things. Catching on to the subtle flirtatiousness in her voice, he could not help but grin at her. A sudden wave of relief swept over him at that moment, as she appeared to be her old self again - even if temporarily.
Enveloping the tip of her ear with his lips, he nipped her with his teeth, making her jolt in surprise. "I will have your rear." He pushed her against the desk suddenly so that her body bent slightly, allowing him to push his groin hard against her. "All of it." He purred.
"All?" She repeated, surprised. Though the thoughts of what he could have meant thrilled her to her core, they also worried her somewhat.
"Oh yes, all." He repeated. Yet his voice, much like his father's, was smooth as satin and made her forget any worries. Instead, his tone only sought to heat her immensely. Was it because his behaviour was so suddenly similar to his father's; his choice of words, his ability to electrify her yet frighten her at the same time? Or was it because his own beast had finally been unleashed? Perhaps it was a mixture of both. Regardless, her breath quickened and her heart began to race. Even the gwanûn could sense their mother's sudden arousal.
"Then have me now..." She begged.
"Oh, I would impregnate you again if I could..." His choice of words made her breath hitch in her throat for that is exactly what had happened with her and his father. Yet she kept her guilty expression hidden well.
"But your adar wishes to see you presently, and I would not dare hold a father from his most beloved daughter." He gave her buttocks a quick, sharp slap. "Now off you go. Before I change my mind."
She turned and grinned up at him as he leant down to kiss her quickly, giving her a gentle shove towards the entrance of the tent.
"And take the guards with you." He called out to her as she was about to make her exit.
Turning back to look over her shoulder, she smiled lovingly at him. "Of course I will."

Sindarin - English
Thranduilion - Son of Thranduil
Diheno nin - forgive me (placing oneself beneath the one you are apologising to)
Hiril vuin - my lady
Cund vuin - my prince
Iellig - My daughter
Sellig - My child
Adar - father
Aran (nin) - king (my)
hîr vuin - my lord
gail síla erin lû e-govaned 'wîn - A star shines on the hour of our meeting.
Gwannas lû and - It has been too long.
Ci veleth e-guil nîn - You are the love of my life
mûmakil - Oliphants
gwanûn - twins
elleth - elven female
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