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A liaison in the Great Greenwood	By : Azukiel Category: +Third Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 7956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Ah, iellig. You have come." Came her father's gentle voice after Lindir, her father's butler, announced her arrival.
"I hope that I will not bother you, adar."
"Of course not, sellig. I have been awaiting you eagerly." He smiled fondly at her, and a wave of warmth engulfed her body with relief.
"I have missed you, adar..." She said as she felt tears stinging at her eyes. Though why exactly she had began to cry, she did not really know. Perhaps it was indeed the relief that she was feeling at having someone so familiar to her present; someone that radiated warmth and light.
"My dear girl, why do you weep so?" Elrond took her into his arms and sat with her on a nearby sofa. He looked at her sympathetically and full of worry, for though he tried, he could not see what was truly ailing her.
"I know you have experienced many hardships as of late, yet I also know that something much deeper and painful is affecting you. Though, I have not been able to foresee it."
"Perhaps some things are meant to be left unknown..." Adlanniel trailed off solemnly.
"Indeed, I agree with you my dear. But you are my daughter and it pains me to see you in such despair."
"Oh adar..." She began weeping against him. "I wish I could tell you..."
"Then tell me Adlanniel. What can be so dire that you cannot tell your old adar?" He asked her gently. She wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth, to tell him all that had been happing between her and the king and the chasm it was forming between her and the unknowing prince. She wanted so desperately to release the weight upon her, yet she knew she could trust the truth to no one. When she did not offer a response, Lord Elrond sighed. "Is there something happening between you and Legolas?"
Adlanniel looked up to him, taken aback by the suddenness of the question. "What would make you think that?"
"My gift of foresight may be lacking as of late, but I am still able to feel what is in your soul. I felt a similar pain in the prince's heart when I spoke to him earlier."
"...Oh..." Adlanniel muttered in reply, that wretched guilt twisting at her once more. Her father pulled her closer and held her tighter so that his head rested atop her own. "Please tell me what ails you, sellig, so that I too can rest at ease."
Though she knew that she could not dare tell even a hint of the real truth to her father, there were other things concerning the Greenwood royal family that bothered her.
"Legolas has changed, adar..." She began, her eyes gazing down at the maroon rug beneath them. "His temperament...his manner..." She sighed, straining to hold back tears. "I appreciate that he has grown, and for a long time I craved to see the leader and the warrior he was born to be...but...it has darkened him, and he is at times despondent, cold and quick to temper. I am scared for him, and a part of me is scared of him. I miss the innocent Greenleaf I once knew. He has become much like his adar."
Elrond nodded, as he had listened carefully to her words and sighed as he stroked her shoulder affectionately. "Indeed, Legolas has become very much the image of Aran Thranduil. But understand, my dear, that war affects all, even those that appear to have the strongest dispositions. You too, have not been exempt from its terrible grasp. Legolas came into this situation perhaps dreaming of glory and heroism as all young warriors do. Despite us both having experienced the effects of war as children and having been given ample amounts of teachings and advice, both Aran Thranduil and I had been the same when met with our first true battles. However, we were quick to learn that war is death and slaughter, pain and anguish, loss and bereavement of which there is absolutely no escape. It is not at all romantic and heroic as you may read in your books. You cannot destroy every enemy nor can you save every ally. Quite often we have to learn that the hard way, and I believe that the young prince indeed has; he has seen already so much bloodshed." Elrond's expression saddened sympathetically for the prince. "And that is why he needs you more than ever; to be the pillar to hold him up and the light to shine his way through the darkness."
"I know..." Adlanniel wiped the tears from her dampened face. "But sometimes I feel like my presence simply irks him, and recently we have been jarring each other."
Elrond nodded in understanding. "Again, his behaviour could simply be due to frustration and what he had experienced on that day. Unfortunately, even the best of us often take out our frustrations on those we love the most. You my dear, are most definitely not exempt from that either."
"I have been emotional because I am with child." She pouted in defence, only for her father to softly chuckle at her. "And stubborn." He winked.
"Am I really that bad?" She asked, feeling a sudden shame for she knew that at times she could be outright unbearable. "No, no, not at all!" Elrond replied innocently, only to have her pout at him.
"Well, regardless, I sometimes feel like I cannot be strong enough for him, and that eats me up inside." She admitted. Her father nodded but smiled at her reassuringly. "But you can be, Adlanniel. You have the strength of your mother, that is unquestionable." He encouraged her, which made her give a small smile.
"I miss them adar..." She admitted after a short moment. "Naneth, Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen." She lowered her eyes sadly as she reminisced about them; joyful memories of their childhood in the Valley.
"And they miss you too, sellig, we all do. But you do not need to worry about them for they are all well. You will see them soon at the time of you and the prince's wedding."
Adlanniel looked up to her father then, her eyes widened.
"I remember you once telling me you had envisioned my wedding to the prince. But you had not envisioned me with child."
"No, I had not." He affirmed.
"Does that mean that the fates depicted in what you see can be changed?"
"Indeed." He nodded. "But they have never changed too drastically. In the end, they have always followed the same path."
"So does that mean....the prince will survive this war?" She asked, her eyes searching her father's for some hope. Yet Elrond looked back at her with concern. "Have you yourself envisioned something, Adlanniel?" He asked her. She nodded solemnly and once more looked down at the rug. She did not want to remember it, but the dream appeared in her mind as vividly as it had the first time.
"I...I saw the battle field, adar..." She began. "The ground was soaked in blood, broken weapons and armour lay scattered about...Yet I only could see one of the slain. They were facing away from me and had been pierced by morgul arrows. I could not see their armour as it was covered by their cloak, but they had long, flaxen hair...It could have been anyone, elf or human, but something in my gut told me that it was someone I cherished dearly. There are four of pale hair that I care about, and if your own vision is true and Legolas survives, then my vision is narrowed down to three..."
Elrond's expression deepened in thought and concern. "If it is meant to come to pass, then regrettably it will." He sighed. "But I will do all that I can to prevent it from happening."
Adlanniel embraced her father even tighter. "Just do not get yourself hurt or worse in the process. I cannot lose you either. I cannot bear to lose any of you."
"Again, as much as I do not want to have to say it, if that does indeed come to pass, then you must live on for the sake of your children."
"Aran Thranduil too told me that." She muttered, her thoughts suddenly directing themselves to him thus making her feel a pang of longing; a desperation for his touch. Though desperate for his affections, she too was desperate to make her lust for him evaporate. Despite how he had been treating her, and the bruise on her jaw that still throbbed dully, she still wanted him and she hated herself for it. She could not comprehend why she lusted for the Elvenking, yet now feared the changes in his son whom still treated her affectionately and with less scorn, despite having become more like his father. Was that not what she had craved for; what she had wanted? To be dominated and eclipsed by a strong and somewhat harsh being? Indeed, Thranduil still surpassed his son in that respect, but perhaps the changes in Legolas were all too sudden. Perhaps she was too used to Thranduil being the strict, harsh king that he was and Legolas being the soft, adoring and innocent young prince. She felt so confused. She no longer knew what she wanted anymore. She only knew that her desires for the king would not dissipate despite how he was treating her and despite her own attempts to snuff them out.
Mindlessly she had began to rub the bruise on her jaw, and her father's brow furrowed with concern and sympathy. "I abhor what had happened to you and your company." He said suddenly as he took her hand gently to stop her from rubbing her skin too hard. "We came across the remnants of the scuffle on our way here. But you and your handmaiden had long gone."
Adlanniel's eyes shot open in shock. "You did??" She pushed for confirmation. Her father nodded. "I should have told you as soon as you arrived, I apologise."
"W..where there any survivors?" She asked, her heart suddenly thumping with hope. Elrond smiled and nodded reassuringly. "Not as many as we would have hoped, but there were a few though they were all in critical shape. We took them back to the Woodland Halls where I cared for them a while, thus my delayed arrival."
Adlanniel's eyes widened even more so. "Do you know their names? Was there one young ellon, of dark eyes and hair named Melethril?"
"Indeed, I believe there was. Your handmaiden who had already arrived at the palace to raise the alarm, was quite smitten with him as he was with her. She refused to leave his side."
Adlanniel suddenly burst into tears and buried her eyes into her hands. She did not weep now out of despair, but now out of relief for her friends were alive and safe. Elrond once more rubbed his daughter's shoulder in reassurance. "Do not worry, my dear, though he was in bad shape, he will make a full recovery with plenty of rest. He has a strong spirit and is quite determined." He assured her. "Melethril had not been pleased with your handmaiden, Gwendalyn was it? For having let you come here, but Gwendalyn explained to us the reason as to why you did. Though I believe she did not tell the entire truth. She did not tell us of the premonition you had had, which I believe is another reason why you had been so brash as to come here."
Adlanniel's face flushed guilty as she downcast her reddened eyes. It was obvious from the tone of her father's voice that he too was not entirely pleased with her presence at the camp. But he sighed, and gently rubbed her back. "I am sure the others chided you enough for coming here, so I will not, though I do hope they explained the gravity of you coming here in your condition."
"They did, adar, very much so. Aran Thranduil in particular...." Her eyes narrowed at the thought of him once more.
"I would think so." Elrond agreed, knowing the Elvenking all too well. "And I hope you have heeded his words, and will not make the same mistake again."
"As you said before adar, I am stubborn." She said, making her father frown seriously at her. "Adlanniel..."
"I know." She reassured. "He has been harsh towards me ever since I came here, so I know not to be so foolish again..." Through her voice there was a slight annoyance of which her father could easily notice.
"I have sensed an icy wall between you and the king, and I can imagine your presence here as a reason. He does not take disobedience lightly."
"Oh, I know that as well." She frowned, the ache in her jaw returning at the mere thought. "He is cruel."
"I would not go that far as to say that." Elrond corrected her. "Indeed, he can be like stone, but as I said to you before, war and suffering can change even the strongest of us. Aran Thranduil has perhaps suffered the most in that regard." He sighed sadly. Adlanniel looked up to him then, her gaze urging him to continue.
"Most recently, and perhaps most painful, would be the loss of his own father and then the loss of his wife. The death of the queen almost destroyed him, and if it had not been for his son, Aran Thranduil would have succumbed to darkness. He had to stay strong for his prince, who he had also almost lost due to despair, but behind closed doors he was a wreck, and it was heartbreaking to see him in such a state."
Adlanniel's lips trembled, for her heart felt such sorrow for the king then. She herself had never suffered such loss, and thus could not imagine what it must have been like for the Elvenking, nor how much it would have changed him.
"He did not only lose the queen that day..." Her voice muttered mindlessly.
"You...know?" Her father asked rather surprised. Looking back up to him once more, tears again wetting her eyes, she nodded. "I had once visited the queen's tomb with the king, and I had sensed that he had lost not just her. When I told him of my feeling he confirmed it. She had been with child when she had died."
Elrond nodded solemnly. "I am surprised he professed it to you, for I believed he had told no one but myself and your mother, not even the prince. Regardless, the loss of a potential child too was harrowing and a breaking point for him. I believe that perhaps the reason he is being so cold to you is because he fears for you, and does not wish to lose you or the gwanûn. Perhaps this fear is reminding him of what he has already lost, and he knows that he cannot bear to lose another he cares about. Really, none of us can. I would be beside myself if anything were to happen to you, or any of my beloved children." He took his daughter into his arms again and kissed her softly upon the crown of her head.
"I could not bear to lose you either, adar." Adlanniel sobbed into his robes. "I cannot bear to lose any of you. That is why I came here, to try to prevent my dream from coming to pass. I know that the gwanûn growing inside of me are to come first, but for a time after my dream I was not thinking clearly, and was blinded from what I truly should have done."
"We all learn the hard way at times." He patted her back affectionately. "Do not trouble yourself so, what is done is done so let that be the end of it."
"I wish I could..."
"I really wish you would tell me what is truly ailing you."
Adlanniel lowered her eyes once more but gave no reply. "Avo drasto, adar."
"Of course I worry, you are my daughter."
"Something I am very proud to be." She nestled her head against his shoulder.
"Now," Her father began after a while of sitting together either in delightful chatter or blissful silence. "I assume that the prince did not tell you the news?"
Adlanniel looked up at him, puzzled. "What news?"
"Perhaps the prince himself should tell you..."
Yet from the tone of his voice, she somehow already knew.
"You set off to march tomorrow..."
"We do." He replied honestly. She felt a tightening in her chest, as the bile rose painfully into her throat. Gulping, she held it down and kept herself calm. "I understand."
"Though we have a clear view of their encampment, it will take more than a day to reach where we plan to...come to terms with them."
"I will pray to the Valar for the safety of you all, and for your utmost victory."
"The light always overcomes the darkness." He smiled as he kissed her gently upon her forehead. "You should go and return to the prince, for he will need you. And perhaps you should make peace with the king." He suggested.
"If he will allow me to."
"Well if you both manage to keep cool headed, I am sure you can." He teased, making her chuckle softly. "Now, off you go. I may see you later this evening."

"Adlanniel." Came a deep voice from behind her as she was slowly making her way back to the tent. The guards that had escorted her bowed immediately as she spun around in surprise.
"Aran vuin." She curtsied immediately. His crystal blue eyes drifted from her to the guards. "You both may leave us, I will escort her Ladyship back to the prince's tent shortly."
The guards quickly bowed in obeisance and made their way back to the tent. Adlanniel gulped as she looked up at the king, having not expected that he himself would come to seek her out.
"Walk with me." He said coolly as he strolled past her, his hands held loosely behind him. He lead her along the makeshift path in silence until they entered the forest, away from the bustle of the camp, away from prying eyes and ears. "Y..you wished to speak to me?" Adlanniel asked cautiously. She could not help but tremble in his presence. She had promised herself that she would not fear him despite what had happened, but her conscience betrayed her. "We will start our march to war as of the morrow." He began rather plainly. "I gather you are aware of it?"
"I am." She nodded, lowering her eyes. "My father informed me."
"It is a good thing that he is here at last and that he had come across survivors of your company whilst on his way. I believe that young guard Melethril, the one that helped you and Gwendalyn escape, is amongst them." His expression was rather emotionless as he was looking down at her. Though typical of him, she wished for at least one kind word or a smile. She missed the gentle king she had known, but alas he was no more.
"Thank the Valar..." She began, only for the king to cut her off. "Yet he would not have been hurt if you had of just done what I had asked of you." His words stung like a viper, and her gaze sunk into the ground.
"How many times will you remind me of that fact? Why do you take it upon yourself to make me feel more guilt than I already do?" She thought to herself.
"But, what was done was done, and there is no point mulling over it any longer." He added, his voice much softer. Her eyes widened in shock as he placed his finger under her chin, lifting her bowed head up gently to look into her eyes. His gaze was saddened, and full of regret and remorse. She had almost forgotten that he was capable of such. He moved her head slightly to the side to look upon the bruise on her jaw.
"I know that I have no right to ask this of you, but I hope that within your broken heart you can forgive me. I have been beyond cruel to you recently, and I should never, ever have hurt you. For this I am truly sorry."
Once more her lip began to tremble as she searched his eyes. So beautiful they were, and they shimmered from the dull forest light like two flakes of snow on the morning sun. Slowly, she bought her hand up to touch his. Being able to feel his warm skin again sent a shiver down her spine. "Why have you been so cruel to me?" She asked, her voice low and pained. His gaze became more remorseful. "Perhaps you will not forgive me for the reason." He answered. "I had thought that treating you so harshly would drive you away from me, and make you despise me."
"And why would you want that?" She asked, hurt and in disbelief. "I was angry with you Adlanniel, you know that. As I had told you before, disobeying me was one thing, something that I could possibly forgive. However putting the gwanûn at risk...your child with Legolas...and our child..." His voice was deeply pained. "I just could not fathom it. I have already lost so many that I love. I feared that if I lost another I would not be able to bear it, and I was so bitter towards you for making me feel that type of pain again." He sighed as he let go of her chin and turned away from her slightly. Adlanniel's body quivered with guilt. She had been so blinded by her own selfishness, she had not realised how her actions could have so deeply affected others.
"And if something were to happen to you...I would not be able to live with myself. And something almost did happen, did it not Adlanniel?" He looked to her, his expression almost desperate. "And when I saw you here for the first time that day....such a sickening feeling twisted my gut. A conflict of emotions; of anger, fear and relief. Anger that you had risked your lives and disobeyed me again, fear for I knew I could have lost you, but relief that you were there and were before me once more. Yet I allowed the anger to overcome me, for some part of my being continued to..." He paused and sighed as he looked up into the canopy of the trees. "Some part of me continued to want you...like an undying need. I loathed myself for it."
The air of the surrounding forest seemed to thicken at his words, and her heart began to race within her chest. He had been feeling the same as her after all, and thus had been feeling just as conflicted as she.
"I kept reminding myself, that I could have lost you, and that it would have been my fault because I had tried to send you away despite knowing that you would always find a way to come back. Knowing it was my fault made me loath myself even more."
"But it was not your fault, but mine!" She admitted as she took his hands into hers desperately. He looked at her then dazed by her sudden touch. "All of it has been my fault. All of it!" She sobbed.
"What you told me when I first arrived here was true. If I had of just listened to you and obeyed, none of this would have happened!"
"But the fact that we continue to desire each other would still have remained." He replied solemnly. Adlanniel, looking to the ground in guilt gave a small nod. "That is why I had sought to drive you away from me. I wanted your love to return to Legolas completely. I wanted you to fear me so that you would not want me, and I wanted you to hate me so that you would confide in him."
"But I do not want to hate you..." She wept. "But I too do not want these feelings anymore. Seeing Legolas hurting so much is killing me inside and he knows that there is a deeper cause to the animosity that was between us. I do not want to keep on hurting him, and I want to give everything that I am to him again....But alas I still want you....and the changes in Legolas have made me fear him even though now he is able to give me many of the things I had craved from you. I do not want this conflict in my heart anymore Thranduil! But the more I try to deny it, the more I try to tear it out, the more ravenous my lust for you becomes!" Her sobbing now racked at her mercilessly. Hearing her confession made his heart shatter, for all he wanted to do at that moment was give her what she wanted - anything to heal her pain. Instead he took her into his arms and held her tightly, and she wept against his chest till he could feel her tears of sorrow through his thick winter clothing. Resting his head against hers he closed his eyes as he began to stroke her hair.
"It will be allright." He tried to reassure her in some way, yet he did not know what he could say that would calm her and make her feel more at ease. "Will it?" She whimpered against him. "When all I want is for you to ravage me here on the forest floor?" His heart quickened suddenly at her words. If it had not been for his resolve to try to do the right thing by his son, he would have obliged her without question. "There have been times when I have wished that there could be two of me, so that I could have you both. And I despise myself too for thinking such selfish things....but..." She hiccuped. "I love you both." And with saying such she began to bawl once more into the Elvenking's robes. "But you cannot Adlanniel." Thranduil said calmly, knowing too well of the love that she was feeling. Though deep inside the chasm in his heart he felt reluctance at telling her the truth. "I know..." She buried her face into his chest. "And as I have said many times, I love Legolas utterly, and I would whither and die without him. But I have fallen for you."
Thranduil sighed remorsefully. Some part of him felt the same way as she. Yet it had to be denied, and they both knew that.
"I have...missed you." He admitted, though immediately wanting to swallow his words for they would only fuel their troubles. "But you must always remember that Legolas loves you completely as well, and would go to the ends of the earth and back for you if he could. We both know that if he was to find out of our affections, it would destroy him. Your love for him cannot allow that to happen. Your love for him is what has to lift you up above this, and make you sail above the clouds again. You and I will always care for each other Adlanniel, but for the sake of your marriage to my son I can only be your father-in-law and nothing more, despite how either of us feels presently. You will always love Legolas more than I and you must continue to remind yourself of that, just as I constantly remind myself that I still dearly love my wife and forever will. What has happened to us was a wicked twist in fate which we caused ourselves. It is our duty to fix it lest we continue to leave behind a trail of destruction."
Adlanniel nodded, for she understood the truth in his words completely. "Legolas' demeanour has indeed changed due to his experiences here; he has become what he is meant to be. I understand that his behaviour now may frighten you, but he will always be like his mother at heart; he will always be the little Greenleaf that we know so well. So do not fear, but show him the support and love of a dutiful wife. His softness and innocence will always be there for you, you just need to learn now how to bring it back out of him. The queen managed to bring out the best in me, even you did at times, and as you know I am much harder to break than my son." He could not help but grin a little, and his words brought a small smile upon the elleth's face. "That is true." She affirmed, as she twisted her fingers through his hair.
"And you are stubborn and head-strong so you should have no problems breaking through the prince's new, tougher shell to get at the soft yolk still inside."
Adlanniel could not help but chuckle then, and the king's gentle words made her think affectionately of the prince. "I had promised to give myself to him this night." She admitted suddenly, her cheeks flushing crimson with bashfulness. "Oh?" Thranduil asked her, a little surprised that she would admit such. "Then you make sure that you capture his soul with yours, and perhaps try bending him to your will a little." He grinned suggestively. "Are you jealous?" She then asked, surprising him more so at such a question. "Should I be?" He replied, raising an eyebrow. "Are you trying to make me jealous?"
"No..." She replied meekly. "Well...maybe a little...He said he wants all of my rear, though I am not sure what he means by all of it..."
Thranduil chuckled at her softly. "I guess he wants to take you in many ways, just as I would." He winked as he gave her a quick, teasing squeeze of her buttocks, making her jump and almost shriek. She began to giggle like a young girl, and the ringing of her laughter warmed their previously sullen atmosphere. "Can we continue to talk like this sometimes?" She asked him innocently, hoping that they could still at least be close enough to each other to confide in each other and talk openly about all manner of things. "I would not advise it." He replied seriously, making her downcast her eyes, her hope shattered. "But if you promise me to give your all to Legolas and only Legolas, then I will consider it." He said. "It will take time for our feelings towards one another to abate, so it is best we keep some distance till that time."
Adlanniel nodded slowly, though she wished for different circumstances, she knew his words to be true and so would honour them to the best of her ability.
"So...this is the end....of what was between us?" She asked solemnly. Though it is what their consciences both wanted, and both knew had to come to pass, she still felt reluctance regardless.
"Yes." He replied simply. There too was reluctance in his eyes, but he had to be resolute for he knew they would continue on their path to carnal destruction if they did not make a firm effort to part from it.
She nodded once more in understanding. "But, hîr vuin, may I ask for just one last thing?" She rose her eyes slightly, nervous of how the king would react to the request she had in mind. "What is it?" He asked her gently.
"A kiss. Just one last kiss to seal the end of what we had."
He looked upon her for a moment, unsure if whether or not obliging her would make breaking things off even harder. "Would that be such a good idea?" He questioned her, trying to make her see the gravity of what may occur. "Please..." She begged, pressing her forehead to his chest. "Just one last kiss so that I may forget you."
So heartbroken was her voice he could not help but give her what she wanted to try to heal the pain. Perhaps she was right, perhaps by giving her one last sign of affection she could finally break free.
Placing a hand on her cheek gently, using his thumb to wipe away the trickling tears, he leant down and took her mouth deeply with his own. A delectable wave of heat swept through them both entirely, and all pains, sorrows and worries seemed to just vanish. Though his tongue swathing so lavishly against her own did cause their bodies to feel some form of arousal as she had thought it may, it did indeed bring upon them what she had hoped for; a release from it all.
Slowly Thranduil pulled his lips from her, his eyes still gazing into hers as he gently stroked her cheek. "And that will be the end of it."
Adlanniel nodded and smiled up to him. "Now let me escort my lady back to the prince's quarters so that he may have his way with her before his wicked father does." His voice was utterly flirtatious, but was not without a teasing undertone to it. Adlanniel chuckled and rose an eyebrow at him. "I thought you had just said no talking in such a manner." She poked at him as she linked her arm with his. "Well..." He began with a grin as he lead her back through the forest towards the camp again. "We will have to begin somewhere."

Sindarin - English
Iellig - My daughter
Sellig - My child
Adar - father
Naneth - mother
Aran - King
hîr vuin - my lord
Gail síla erin lû e-govaned 'wîn - A star shines upon the moment of our meeting.
Gwannas lû and - It has been too long
Mûmakil - Are the official name of Oliphants.
Celduin - Elvish name for The River Running which flowed from the Mountains of Greenwood (Mirkwood) to the Sea of Rhûn in the east.
Ci veleth e-guil nîn - You are the love of my life.
gwanûn - twins
Avo drasto - Do not worry
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