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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 bitter chill of twilight was beginning to set in by the time the Elvenking brought Adlanniel back to the prince's tent. With a regally simple nod of his head he dismissed the two guards that had been waiting there for their lady's return. Once they had headed down the frost bitten track, the Elvenking turned to look down upon her with a gentle smile, leading her a slight distance away from the tent's entrance.
"It pleases me greatly that we have finally made amends."
Adlanniel could not help but allow a cheeky grin, though ever so slight, cross her delicate face. "We would have sooner if it had not been for your stubbornness, hîr vuin." She teased lightheartedly.
Raising an eyebrow at her, his beautiful lips curled slyly as he lent down to her ear so that only she could hear what silk he would say next. "If it were my stubbornness, hiril vuin..." His sultry voice flowed into her like hot molasses, "My displeasure for your behaviour would have caused me to fuck you so savagely you would be unable to walk properly now." He chuckled wickedly as her eyes shot open at his choice of words, her heart clamming up her throat as she flushed all hues of crimson.
"H...hîr vuin...." She stammered nervously, feeling the hotness between her thighs build up suddenly. "If we are to keep our oath, then you will need to stop teasing my emotions so, despite how much I may crave it. You said it so yourself, I need to refocus myself on my true path." She lowered her eyes slightly. She did not want the king to stop with his delicious teasing, but still knew it had to come to a halt.
He nodded remorsefully. "I apologise Adlanniel. It was I who pushed us to end this, yet I cannot help myself but still antagonise you in this way. It seems that, ironically, I will be the one that will have the most trouble letting go." His pale blue eyes dulled to a winter grey.
Adlanniel could not help but place her hand on his in some form of comfort. "We will both suffer in this, aran nin, but again, as you had said, it must come to pass for our sakes, and for our love for the prince."
He nodded with a reluctant smile, and leant down to give her one last kiss upon her forehead. With his hands firmly on her shoulders, his lips lingered slightly as he breathed in her delicate scent. He would miss her familiar essence, and the feeling of her soft skin upon his. He would miss everything about her for she had been the nourishment he had so needed. Now he would have to whither once again as he had done so painfully at the death of his queen all those centuries ago. But he reminded himself to remain adamant for the sake of the only living memory he had of her; his most beloved son.

Smiling affectionately down at Adlanniel, he caressed her cheek gently like a father would do to his little girl. "Legolas is waiting eagerly for your return." He began, looking over at the entrance of the tent once more. "Bed him well, my dear. And give your heart to him wholly for he needs you now more than ever."
Adlanniel too looked over to the tent and gave a nod in understanding. "I hope that I can give him what he needs, and I hope I can give him enough light to make him shine through the turmoil that he is surely to face in the oncoming days."
"You will Adlanniel. You are the fire to his beacon. He cherishes you with both his heart and soul. We both must remind ourselves of that fact."
"Indeed." She agreed. "Please protect him in battle, Thranduil. And I will pray to the Valar that all of you come home safely....and that my vision does not come to pass."
"I will protect him with my life if I must, and will do all I can to prevent any ill fate from befalling any of us." He replied seriously, yet with the gentleness he only reserved for her.
"Please stay safe." She gazed up to him then, her eyes beginning to glisten with tears.
"Do not pain yourself any more, dear Adlanniel. What is meant to come to pass will indeed come to pass if it is meant to. Just focus yourself on the prince, and let your worries wash away with your love for him, even if it is only for this night."
"I will try." She muttered solemnly.
"You will." He smiled as he patted her shoulder.
"Now go, my child, and open your heart to him." And with those words he gave her a gentle push towards the tent.
Turning her head back to look upon him, she gave him a hopeful, yet saddened smile before disappearing through the dark emerald canvas.
"May you both shine through this darkness." He whispered as he looked on after her, turning then to make his leave once she was gone. Now he would have to try to refocus his own mind, away from what his own heart felt.

Legolas was sitting on the sofa, reading over a map when Adlanniel finally re-entered. She stood by the entrance of the tent for a long while as she watched him, reminding herself of how much she did indeed adore him and that he was still, and always would be, her beloved Greenleaf. She reminded herself that he had been by her side for many centuries, through both good and trying times and despite one indiscretion of his that she knew of, he had always been fiercely loyal to her. What the Elvenking had told her that evening held true; she should dedicate her entire being to the prince once more as she were meant to - and that she indeed yearned to do.

The prince was almost startled when he noticed her suddenly standing near him.
"Adlanniel, my love..." He began to greet her, though she stopped his words as she placed a lithe finger on his mouth, replacing it then with her own lips to kiss him amorously. After a long moment of salacious lip locking, she pulled away from him to lean into his ear, tracing her fingers along the point as she did, as she purred seductive words that made his heart thump wildly in his chest.
"Pegitham, cund vuin."
His entire body trembled at how alluring her voice was and his previous surprise was swept away by the sudden, desperate arousal he felt for her then.
"Oh, Ídhron gi phuithad, hiril vuin." His voice dripped with insatiable desire.
"Heltho." Her voice was firm as she too began to strip herself of her own clothing right there before him.
Legolas did not hesitate to comply and immediately began to throw his attire onto the rugs beneath them. As soon as they were both void of cloth and naked, the prince took his love into his strong arms. Pulling back her raven hair from her face, he locked his mouth deeply with hers once more and swathed his tongue fiercely against hers.

The taste of her delectable lips, the scent of her mild perfume, the touch of her smooth porcelain skin drew him in like a moth to the flame. Her sheer aura drowned out the fears and worries that had been tormenting his mind, enveloping him now with raw love and passion. She pulled away from him once more and turned to position herself on her hands and knees on the sofa, glancing back at him with her glazed, emerald eyes, beckoning him to ravish her like he had promised.
Leaning on the sofa with one knee, he steadied himself behind her, taking her by her thighs to pull her towards his stiffened member, it lunging in anticipation as it closed in on her sanctum. With a deep moan he slid deeply into her, her inner heat burning his lust. Watching himself effortlessly plunge in and out of her, his shaft glistening from her erotic juices, he could not help but clutch her hips tighter to increase the turbulence of his thrusts.

"Hortho, cund vuin..." Adlanniel begged panting, grasping the cushions beneath her, the sweat of their fornication dripping from her brow. She clenched herself against him, feeling his girth press hard against her limits, as he obliged her request more than willingly.
"Mê ad limp mi gin.." The prince breathed as he leant down to her ear, pushing her hair from her back to run the tip of his tongue along her nape. The tantalising sensation sent shivers down her spine and into her loins, making her drip hotly for more.
Reaching under her hips, Legolas' fingers found their way to her slick pearl, his delectable caressing making her gasp and moan breathlessly.
"That is right, my dear..." He whispered as he gave her buttocks a sharp slap. "Moan for me."

With one hand teasing at her pearl, and his other massaging one of her now tender breasts, it did not take long before she felt the ecstasy building up to near blinding. With her body trembling under his touch and her gasps of pleasure unwavering, he knew he had her tethered to his very whim. "Aníron cened i chent gîn n'i gellog."
He pulled her up to sit in a breathless heap upon his lap, pulling her dampened hair back behind her ears as he allowed her to relax against him for but a moment. "Do not rest yet, my little dove, I am not finished with you."
Taking her up into his arms he whisked her to the bed where, pushing wide her legs, he caressed his tongue along the inside of her thigh, allowing its tip to find its way up to her hot womanhood. With one lavish lap he flicked up along her inner cleft, taking in her primal juices as they dripped from her, begging him to ravish her once more. After a teasing flick against her pearl, he pushed her legs wider still and pressed once more into her, eliciting such a raw and passionate cry from her he felt it reverberate right down through his own loins.

Such passion did he draw, she felt as if she would lose control of all her senses. He truly was becoming more like his father...in all ways.
"I cannot withhold..." She breathed heavily as she felt her body was unable to withstand the euphoria for much longer.
"Then cum, my little dove, and let me hear it." He purred as he reached down between their grinding hips to caress her pearl once more. The pulse of electrifying pleasure which shot through her then made her body buck up against his. Her vision became clouded, her mind an ecstatic fog as she clung to him desperately.
His own euphoria blocked out the pain of her nails digging into his flesh as she cried out in orgasm again and again. Nuzzling his face against hers he thrust savagely against her, filling her, his liquid fire caressing every crevice of her inner being till it overflowed to stick to her inner thighs.

"I do not know if I have felt such passion from you before Legolas." Adlanniel began softly after they had both caught their breath once more.
"It is owed to the one I love." He replied as he caressed her cheek softly. "And I should have given it to her many times past."
"And she will always accept it, and pray for the next time that he shall let her bathe in it once more."
"In future times which I hope will not be taken from me." He added.
Adlanniel's eyes saddened at the thought. "Do not think about that now, but think only of us and the passion that we just made...and will make again if you will so oblige me."
Legolas, pushing his negative thoughts from his mind, grinned salaciously. "Bestatham meneg lû po i chaust hen." He purred. "We can join the festivities outside later."
And with that he pulled her up to straddle him.

Her breath came out like a morning fog when she awoke; the chill of winter was already beginning to cling to all.
Legolas had already arisen and was standing at the end of the bed, already dressed yet brushing the tangles of the previous night's coitus from his hair.
Faint icy light mingled with the warmth of a single brazier filled the tent as he prepared himself. The dawning sun had not yet pierced the horizon, but the sounds outside were abuzz with the preparations for war.
Sliding out of the bed, Adlanniel wrapped her night gown tightly around herself as she moved to where the prince was standing, facing away from her. However he sensed her movement and turned to her with a warm smile, one which quickly turned to concern as he could see her shiver.
"My dear, here, wear this." He offered as he immediately wrapped her in a thick coat of wools and furs, not waiting for her to respond.
"You are the one to war, yet you worry about me?" She asked, her eyes slightly dull at the irony of it.
Sighing, the prince took her into a tight embrace and kissed her warmly on the forehead.
"You and our children will always be my first priority, no matter what the circumstances may be." He smiled at her, as he gently ran his hands over the small bump of her stomach.
Kneeling down before her, his gaze still upon hers, he leant forward to kiss her above the navel. "Now, you two little doves, listen to what your ada has to say..." He began as he put his ear to her stomach.

He could feel their auras emanating from her, making him feel a gush of warmth wash over him like a wave of relief after the ravaging of a storm. "I trust that the both of you will take good care of your naneth whilst I am away." His voice was warm and gentle as he continued to stroke her stomach. "I pray to the Valar that they allow me to return to see you both grow and be brought into this world. The thought of cradling my darling babies in my arms will keep me going through the turmoils I am soon to face." He smiled back up to Adlanniel as he heard her failed attempt to muffle a sob. "And the thought of holding you and your mother in my arms is what keeps me alive." He continued. "No matter what happens, my darlings, always know that I will watch over you all until the end of days. If there is ever comes a time that I cannot be with you, you both make sure you both do what is right because it is right, and you both care for those around you. Listen to your naneth, and learn from her years of wisdom, for she will be the light that will shine through out your lives as she has shone so brightly through mine."
"And will continue to do so..." She wept, wiping the tears from her eyes with the sleeves of the cloak.
Giving her stomach one last kiss, Legolas stood to wipe the fresh tears from her eyes with his thumbs. "Áva nainuvalyë; an lá ilyë níreli nar úmiéo..." He whispered softly.
She looked to him surprised for she did not expect that he would speak Quenya to her.
"My ada said the same thing to me not so long ago," he said, his voice saddened at the memory.
"Your adar is indeed wise, in all things." Adlanniel added.
"Indeed he is....and his words hold true. Not all tears are an evil. Yours fall from my own actions."
"No..." She shook her head desperately. Nay, it were she at fault and it bit her suddenly with a wretched force.
"But..." He continued reassuringly, not sensing the guilt that now ravaged her. "I will rectify everything, I promise you that. All will be well."
"I will pray for it to be so." Adlanniel sighed as she took the hairbrush the prince had been using from the nearby stool. "Now turn around and let me brush this mess of yours."
"Yours is more of a mess. Probably from all the fucking." He teased with a sly grin.
She could not help but blush, that hot sensation filling her loins once more. "Which was hard and passionate enough for me to still feel like you are inside of me."
"Oh?" He asked as he turned to look up at her, only for her to pull his head back around to the front.
"As much as I would like to, now is not the time to be thinking of that." She warned reluctantly. "You need to keep your mind focussed on what is in front of you."
Legolas sighed once more. "Another thing that my ada advised me of."
"You should heed his words, young prince." She warned him sternly.
"Of course I do." He replied. "I have learnt to listen now. I am no longer the naive boy I once was," he said seriously.

"Well I hope that innocent boy has not run off completely?"
Legolas chuckled as he reached back to touch her hand with affection. "I do not think so, not entirely. Perhaps he never will. Ada says that I am too much like my naneth."
"I have heard that she was a light hearted, free spirit. I wish I could have met her." Adlanniel sighed.
"Perhaps one day, when we all sail to Valinor." Legolas assured. "There we can all be together again."
"You say that as if you plan on leaving..." Adlanniel frowned as she began to fix his braids.
"Of course I do not, but none of us can truly know what fate lies before us, even those of us that can foresee the future."
Adlanniel lowered her eyes. She remembered what her own father had told her. "Indeed, that is true. But you better return to me regardless, or I will come banging and screaming at the doors of Mandos' Halls."
Legolas let out a hearty laugh. "I imagine that you will!"
"Do not laugh Legolas, I am serious!" She pouted.
"Oh I know you are, my little love." He turned to her and pulled her down to sit on his lap.
"But I will come back to you, one way or another. Now, my dear, would you be so kind as to help me with my armour?"

As she helped the prince fasten his pauldrons and breastplate, she could not help but allow her mind to wonder once more, for now she did not have his voice to distract her as he was steeped in his own concentration.
Despite having taken on a more similar nature to that of his father, the prince had revealed to her the previous eve and that morning that his kind, gentle self was not all lost. Yet the guilt that bind itself around her soul would not allow her to find ease within, no matter the comfort from the prince that now surrounded her.

Standing behind him now, as she fixated his attire, she began to weep once more.
"What is it, tithin cugu?" Legolas turned to her at hearing her tears fall, his eyes saddened and worried. "Do you weep for what is to be of this day?"
"No, cund vuin, but at the same time yes." She sobbed.
"Then what ails you so?" He asked, a little perplexed.
"I feel that I am not deserving of your love."
"Now what in the name of Arda would make you say something like that?"
The tears stung painfully as she downcast her eyes. The pain and the guilt was far too overwhelming, especially with the fear of losing him. If, by the cruelty of fate, he were to leave her for the underworld, she would not be able to live with the guilt and the lie that she had wrought upon herself and their very relationship.
She looked up to him helplessly, desperate to be released from her predicament.
"I..." Yet her voice clammed in her throat as she choked on her tears, the love within his gaze causing her to collapse inwardly.
"Meleth nîn..." His eyes were now those filled with worry as he desperately tried to read from her her woe. Yet, he could not, and so took her into his strong embrace in an attempt to comfort her. "Adlanniel, my dear love, we have been together for centuries. Not once in that time have I ever thought you to be undeserving of my love. We have suffered through many hardships together, and hardships which brought us both to conflict, yet we are still here, together as one. We always will be. Do not allow yourself be so encumbered."
"But..."
"All will be well, do not worry." He reassured. Though his reassurance only made her feel more disheartened then.

"Prince Legolas?" Came a male voice near the entrance of the tent. "Our forces are almost assembled. The king and the prince of Gondor are awaiting your presence."
"Understood, thank you." Legolas replied before turning back to Adlanniel. "Now, my dear, change into some warm clothing and meet us outside as soon as you are able. I am sure the spirits of those that see you will be heightened before we go off to march."
Kissing her upon her forehead he smiled at her once more before turning to make his exit, leaving her there feeling numb.
Having no time to waste, she pulled her hair together into something relatively presentable and slid into a loose fitting dress that had been bought by her father's entourage. Wrapping the cloak that the prince had given her once more around herself, she too made her exit out into the frosty mist of the morning.
Legolas waved her over to their assembled position once she had appeared at the fork of the makeshift foot-trodden track. All of the elven leaders as well as the prince and his men from Gondor were present. Ciryaher, the Gondorian prince stared at her bewildered once he had noticed her now present. His fascinated gaze did not go unnoticed.
"Is there something the matter, prince Ciryaher?" asked Legolas with a cool expression. Ciryaher, blinking more than once to clear the fog of his mind, bowed his head respectfully to the elven couple before him. "My apologies, my prince, my lady. It was not my intention to gawk." He replied solemnly.
"Oh, truly?" Adlanniel quipped teasingly, only to make the human prince blush.
"I have heard the tales of the beauty of elven women, yet not once in my rather insignificant life have I ever had the privilege to set my mortal eyes upon one. Setting my eyes upon you, my lady, I am bewildered for I never imagined such a beauty could exist on this plane." His voice remained in awe, making Adlanniel chuckle. Yet the Mirkwood prince's brow furrowed slightly, an expression that the Gondorian prince did notice quickly. As to not offend his elven counterpart, he bowed his head once more and placed his right hand above his heart respectfully.
"Prince Legolas, you are truly blessed to have a wife as beautiful as yours. I can only wish that our human wives shared the same form of beauty and grace."
"I am sure that human women have their own forms of beauty." Legolas replied gracefully, giving a small, yet forced smile.
Adlanniel could still sense the slight jealousy emanating from him from the Gondorian prince's previous comments towards her. "I too have heard stories of the wife of Ciryaher being quite an immense beauty." Adlanniel quipped as she leant up to give Legolas an unexpected kiss on his cheek.
Legolas, looking down to her a little surprised, smiled warmly at her gesture. "Indeed. Those stories even reach our elven ears." He added as his jealousy ceased, making the Gondorian prince blush even brighter.
"I do not believe that she will believe my words if I tell her of what you had both said, especially coming from elves." He chuckled. "But your presence, Lady Adlanniel, warms the heart and brings much needed hope to our rather dire cause."
"Indeed, it does." Legolas agreed as he looked down to her once more.
Smiling fondly up to Legolas, she then gave a curtsey in thanks to the Gondorian prince.

"And thus I better go ready the remainder of my men. I will keep my hope in my heart, Lady Adlanniel, that you will be here to heal us lest any of us are to be wounded."
"Something of which I will pray to the Valar does not come to pass." Adlanniel added.
"May they watch over you and your men, Prince Ciryaher, and bring you victory over those that dare to disturb the peace of our world."
"We will fight to the last man if we must." He added seriously. "Now, Prince Legolas, Lady Adlanniel." He bowed his head once before making his leave.

After watching the Gondorian prince return to his men, Legolas looked down to Adlanniel once more and planted a light kiss upon her forehead. "You should go to say your farewells to the others, little dove, I am sure they all want to see you before we leave."
"Of course." She nodded, though with a sudden, deep pain in her voice. Leaning up once more, she puckered his chin with her lips before making her way over to where Glorfindel and Haldir were tacking up their steeds.

"Ah, hiril vuin, your presence is a pleasant surprise." Beamed the golden haired warrior.
"Indeed, it warms the heart on this cold morning to be in your presence." Haldir added with his hand above his heart.
Adlanniel chuckled to herself softly. "You both never cease to flatter me," she said, bashfully.
"With all do respect, Lady Adlanniel, it is indeed warranted."
"Thank you, dear Haldir. It too warms my heart to hear such words from those going to face such hardships; to know that you are still able see light in this darkness."
"And you, gwennig, are the one that brings us the light." Glorfindel smiled as he petted her hair softly like he used to when she had been but a small elfling. The soft, affectionate touch of her beloved uncle brought her to tears once more.
"I wish none of you had to go, uncle." She sobbed as she embraced him, making him stumble back slightly from the suddenness of it.
"Alas, we must, my dear child. But do not fear, for we are able to pave our own fates and will make our way back home."
"I pray that you all will, for I will be beside myself if any of you fall." She sobbed against his breastplate as she held out her arm towards Haldir, beckoning him to come into a joint embrace.
The March Warden's eyes were sympathetic to her current disposition as he joined them, Glorfindel pulling him in tightly like two uncles hugging a beloved niece.
"I will pray that you both remain unscathed and will return victorious."
"Do not fret so, gwennig. I once defeated a mighty Balrog, this skirmish will be child's play." Glorfindel jested in an attempt to lighten her mood.
However, his younger counterpart, Haldir, frowned seriously at him. "Yet the Balrog caused you grievous harm, thus resulting in your demise as well as its own. I do not think that the Valar this time will be so generous as to grant you life if you are to fall again." He warned.
Glorfindel, in his usual boisterous manner, could not help but laugh at Haldir's seriousness.
"Do not fret yourself either, March Warden. I am like a feline, and now have eight lives remaining!"
Haldir rolled his eyes and chuckled, sending Adlanniel too into a fit of giggles.
"Regardless of how many lives any of you have, be careful and watch each other's backs. Also, do not do anything overly....heroic....lest it get you into trouble." She warned.
"Of course not!" Glorfindel laughed. "Why would I do such a thing?"
It was Adlanniel's turn now to frown seriously at him, which made him soften his approach.
"Of course, hiril vuin, this is a matter of utmost seriousness. None of us would do anything so brash as to get ourselves, or others, into trouble."
"I am glad to hear that, uncle. The both of you take care, and I will wait patiently for your return." She embraced them tightly once more.
"And you take care of your little ones." Haldir smiled, Glorfindel agreeing with him.

Her father, Lord Elrond, had been speaking to Lindir, his butler when she approached. Giving her a polite smile and bow, Lindir took his leave to give them some privacy.
"Is Lindir not going with you, ada?" Adlanniel asked curiously as she watched the butler walk away.
"Much to his disapproval, he is not." Elrond chuckled as he too watched Lindir return to the camp. "I tasked him to take care of you and to keep you company, of which he did happily oblige. He would not be content otherwise."
Adlanniel covered her mouth to muffle her laugh. "Indeed not, he is very protective of us. But the more protection you would have, the more at ease I would feel," she said seriously.
"I know, my dear, but you do not need to worry yourself so." He smiled to her as he embraced her warmly.
"Everyone has been telling me that. Yet I cannot help but worry."
"That is understandable, for you are the one that has to wait here anxiously for our return. But remember, we will all protect each other."
"I know, ada, but my vision...It haunts me constantly. It horrifies me in my sleep and when I wake."
Elrond held her tighter to try to reassure her and kissed her softly atop the crown of her head. "As we Eldar always say, what is to come to pass, will come to pass. That is an unavoidable fact of life. Yet at times our fates can be changed by which decisions we choose and the actions we take."
"Yet fate is often cruel to the best of us." Adlanniel downcast her eyes sadly.
"Indeed it is, iellig, but we can only do what we can with what is given to us."
"I know." Adlanniel sighed as she rested her head against her father's shoulder.
"Lindir and I can wallow in our sorrows together," She said in jest, making her father chuckle once more. "You both will be fine, I know it. So do not worry yourselves but stay focussed on the positives of the future. Your gwanûn for one." He smiled warmly down at her. "Now we shall be leaving soon, so you better go finish saying your farewells."
"Yes, I guess I better. Aran Thranduil is the last I wish to speak to."

"Aran vuin?" Adlanniel called softly as she approached. The Elvenking had his back to her as he was fastening the saddle straps of his own steed.
Turning his head to look over his shoulder, he smiled warmly at her and quickly finished his task. "Adlanniel, it is good to see you well this morning. I had thought the cold would keep you in the warmth of your bed."
"I was tempted." She smiled. "Yet it is not the same without someone to share the warmth with me."
"And I thought you said no more flirting." He grinned at her, making her flush embarrassed.
"Goheno nin, aran vuin. I do not mean to...I cannot help it..." She lowered her eyes, shamed.
"Do not worry yourself. It is a pleasant distraction from all of this." He raised his eyes from her for a moment to watch the remainder of his troops and cavalry get into position.
"And Legolas will return to you soon to warm your bed."
Adlanniel blushed once more and smiled bashfully. "I know he will. But I hope that all of you will come home to me," she said, before realising how the words she had chosen could be interpreted. "I mean, that all of you come home safely..." She stammered nervously, making the king chuckle at her.
"I knew what you meant." He assured her as he patted her shoulder affectionately. She felt a warmth wash over her at his gentle touch, and felt her head cloud once more with reminiscent thoughts of what they once had. Perhaps his ability to read such from her is what prompted him to step back from her slightly.
"Adlanniel..." His voice was low in warning, yet she could sense the longing in his voice as well.
Clearing her throat, she felt tears of annoyance, yet also regret stinging at her eyes.
"I wish none of this had ever come to pass." She sniffed, her tone shaking in frustration. "It guilts and pains me with every moment I breathe."
"It will get easier with time." Thranduil tried to reassure her.
"Will it?" She looked desperately into his remorseful eyes, now a shade of pale cerulean like the winter sky above them.
"We can only hope." He sighed reluctantly, knowing for well that burdens of the heart were the hardest to overcome. "Forgive me for bringing such burdens upon you." He lowered his gaze sadly, the guilt that she was feeling had reached out its bitter hand to tear him apart as well. Though, his own was already ravaging him from within.
"It is something we both wrought upon ourselves. But..." She sobbed. "Nínion ne gwad lîn."
"Gûr nîn níniatha n'i lû n'i a-govenitham." He whispered. The pain in his voice wrenched her heart from her chest.
"I wish you could stay." She wept, embracing him without thought. "I wish you all could." There were hundreds of eyes about them, of both elves and men alike. Yet the Elvenking allowed her her embrace, but did not return it as warmly as he would have liked.
"It breaks my heart to see you weep so. I will do my best to bring us all home."
"As I had said to Legolas, if any of you fall, I will come to the Halls of Mandos myself and bang and scream at his doors. Inevitably the pain of losing either of you will indeed render my heart and soul asunder."
"I understand, my dear, but as I have told you before, you must focus yourself on the gwanûn. They are life anew."
"I know..." Adlanniel lowered her eyes once more. "But if you or Legolas, or the both of you were to fall it would be just as painful seeing you both within them."
Thranduil sighed, knowing her words to be painfully true. His son was the very image of the queen, and thus within him he would always see her. Leaning down, he kissed her softly on her jaw, tasting her salty tears on his lips. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her sorrows away, yet alas it were no longer, and really never had been, his position to do so. "The others are gathering. We best do the same." His voice was gentle.
Turning her head to look over her shoulder, she could see the others gathering as he had said, which only sought to her fill her heart with a deeper dread and sorrow. Before she made her leave she went over to pet Maeglir, the king's mount, the horse nuzzling her shoulder in thanks and affection. "You watch over the king, my gentle Maeglir. And may you too return safely."
The silver stallion whinnied in reply, perhaps understanding the words she spoke to him. Kissing his nose softly, and giving him one last affectionate stroke, she turned to join the king with the others that were once more gathered together.
She stood back as they spoke with one another, making sure all was ready and and in place and going over orders one last time. Once they had finished and began to separate again to return to their individual legions, she managed to say her final, and rather emotional farewells to her group of beloved ellyn.

"Galo Anor erin râd dhîn, Legolas, Meleth nîn. Ú-firo i laiss e-guil dhîn." Adlanniel wept as she embraced the prince tightly one last time.
"Na lû e-govaned 'wîn, tithin cugu." The prince replied warmly. He felt hot tears sting at his own eyes, for he loathed having to leave her, especially now of all times. This farewell was just as painful as the last, if not dreadfully more so.
"When I return, I will never leave your side again." He promised as he held her, she clinging to him desperately. "And on the battlefield, the necklace you gave me will give me the strength to fight on so that I may return to you and our future children."
"You still wear it?" She asked, gladness in her teary voice as she gazed up to him.
"Of course! I have never taken it off....except for when we were....preoccupied in bed." He blushed sweetly. "It has been the source of my strength since coming here, and one of the only things that has reminded me to keep going."
"Then take this small favour as well." Adlanniel pulled a small lace handkerchief from the folds of her sleeves. "And may it give you extra strength to get through this battle."
"Ant dhîn vîr mi 'ûr nîn." And with those words he bent down to take her lips once more with his, swathing his tongue lusciously with her own to drink in her most beloved essence. He would have stood there, kissing her passionately, till the end of days if he could, but alas he knew the time had come for them to leave.
"Boe i 'wên." His voice was full of reluctance and remorse as he gently separated his lips from hers.
"I know." She whimpered as she placed her head onto his shoulder one last time. "If only time would stand still for but a while."
"If the Valar would be so kind." He agreed softly. "Please take care of yourself and your children. I will return to you as soon as I am able." He gazed pleadingly into her eyes.
"I will." She promised, smiling tearfully up at him.
"Novaer, meleth nîn." He placed as last, gentle kiss upon her forehead.
"Anthon veleth nîn angin, cund vuin." She replied.

She could not comprehend how dreadfully painful it was to watch them leave once more. As they turned their steeds to gallop off to their own legions she burst into tears and fell to her knees upon the hardened earth underfoot. Her sobs wracked painfully at her chest, their force hurting the muscles of her stomach, making the gwanûn tumble uncomfortably from within her. Perhaps they could feel what she could, and she tried to control her emotions then for their sake, yet failed miserably.
Suddenly a reassuring, warm hand was placed upon her shoulder. "Hiril vuin, all will be well." Came the gentle voice from behind her. Pulling her to her feet, the ellon used a clean handkerchief to wipe away the dampness of her tears. It was Lindir, her father's most trusted butler and a beloved companion of the Imladris household.
"Come, I will prepare a warm bath for you and a hot meal." He offered.
"Ci vilui." She sniffed as she gratefully accepted. "I would not know what I would do with myself if you had not remained behind Lindir."
He smiled warmly at her and placed a reassuring hand upon her arm. "We can get through this debacle together."
His kind words bought her some relief. "I hope you bought more handkerchiefs with you." She joked in an attempt to inject some humour into their rather sour situation.
"A whole trunk full." He grinned.

Sindarin Elvish - English
Pegitham, cund vuin - fuck me, my prince
Oh, Ídhron gi phuithad, hiril vuin - Oh, I want to fuck you, my lady
Heltho - Take off your clothes.
Hortho - faster
Mê ad limp mi gin - It is soft and wet within you.
Aníron cened i chent gîn n'i gellog - I want to look into your eyes as you cum
cund vuin - My prince
Bestatham meneg lû po i chaust hen - Let us wed many times on this bed.
Tithin cugu - Little dove
Meleth nîn - My love
gwennig - Little maid
Iellig - My daughter
gwanûn - twins
Goheno nin, aran vuin - I am sorry, my king
Nínion ne gwad lîn - I cry upon your leaving.
Gûr nîn níniatha n'i lû n'i a-govenitham - My heart shall weep till it sees you again.
ellyn - Plural of 'ellon' which is an elven male. Thus it means elven men.
Galo Anor erin râd dhîn Legolas, meleth nîn. Ú-firo i laiss e-guil dhîn - May the sun shine upon your path Legolas, my love. May the leaves of your life never die.
Na lû e-govaned 'wîn, tithin cugu - Until next we meet, little dove
Ant dhîn vîr mi 'ûr nîn - I shall treasure your gift in my heart.
Valar - Are basically archangels, and those that aided Eru Illuvatar (God) in creating the world and everything in existence.
Novaer - Farewell (be well)
Anthon veleth nîn angin - You have my love
Quenya Elvish - English
Áva nainuvalyë; an lá ilyë níreli nar úmiéo - I will not say 'do not weep', for not all tears are an evil.
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