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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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“Lindir, Lindir, look I can see them coming up the valley!” Adlanniel called excitedly after they had heard the bellow of the elven horns in the distance.
The squall had died down and the snowfall had ceased, giving her a clear view of the sloping plains ahead of their camp.
“That heavily guarded cart there, that must be where the King and the prince are.” She noticed soldiers surrounding a rather ragged cart in the procession.
“Most likely, hiril vuin.” Lindir nodded in agreement as he wrapped the coat around his charge tighter.
“It is still frightfully cold out here, let us go back inside until they return.”
“How long do you think that will take?”
“Perhaps a few more hours. The snow is still thick enough to cause them hindrance.”
“I want to ride out to them.”
“You know I absolutely disallow that, Adlanniel.” Lindir looked to her sternly.
“I know you will, thus why I shall go anyway.”
“You definitely will not young elleth!”
“I jest, I jest!” Adlanniel laughed, as she then caressed her ever growing belly; it seemed to have bulged in size drastically over the past couple of eves. “After what had occurred the last time I was forced to ride, I would not dare attempt it.”
Lindir, still frowning slightly, replied, “You are too heavily pregnant to even consider going near a horse now.”
“Yes, I know.” She agreed. “The only stallion I shall be riding is Legolas when he returns.”

Lindir’s eyes widened and he flushed all hues of crimson at her comment. “I...doubt he will be up to that with his injuries, hiril vuin.”
Adlanniel snickered. “Perhaps, but we shall see.” She winked at the embarrassed butler.
Yet after a moment, and which seemed quite out of character for him to ask, “Does it hurt when you make love while pregnant?” His voice was meek.
“Does it hurt to make love when you are not?”
“No...but…”
“HA! I knew you had lain with her!” Adlanniel began laughing, taking Lindir off guard, making him flush and frown again.
“Oh stop frowning Lindir, it does not suit you. And to answer your question, no it does not hurt at all if he is gentle.”
“Is he not so...sometimes?”
“No, he is usually very gentle. But he can get rough occasionally….”
“Just like his father.” She thought to herself, the mere thought tingling her inner thighs. Oh how desperately she was craving the affections of an ellon! If circumstances had been even more twisted, she surely would have bewitched Lindir just to satisfy her need for it.
“He knows to be careful, does he not? You can give birth prematurely if your sex is too rough.” Lindir said seriously.
“Yes, he knows. I explained it to him so you do not need to worry about that. Anyway Lindir…?” She began innocently, Lindir giving her a slightly suspicious look.
“Yes, hiril vuin?” His voice was cautious.
“Are you ever rough with her? You don't seem to be the rough type.”
“Appearances can be deceiving, hiril vuin. She likes it rough occasionally. But that being said, I am like Legolas I suppose; gentle but can get boisterous when needed.” He blushed once again and grinned coyly.
“Well aren't you an old fox, Lindir? I never knew you had it in you!”
“As I said, appearances can be deceiving. Now let us change the topic. It is embarrassing me.”
Adlanniel began to chuckle at him once more.

“We better clean up this tent before the prince arrives, and go stock some medical supplies here for him. The message flown in by the falcon said that he had broken ribs and a possible fracture of the collar bone as well as a sprained wrist amongst other cuts and bruises.”
“And of the King? What news is there of him?” Adlanniel asked eagerly.
“The Morgul poison has taken hold of him somewhat and is weakening him, but your father managed to prevent it from spreading and causing the Elvenking to change into a wight. That is something we definitely do not need.”
“Definitely not. If he were to become a wight, he would be stronger than the dreaded Witch King of Angmar of old.”
“If the wretched Dark Lord was still about, an elven Nazgûl would indeed be…problematic.” Lindir agreed.
“Indeed it would be. Yet this whole debacle that we are in I cannot help but feel is the design of the dark forces returning. Aran Thranduil could feel it too.”
“Yet Gorthaur was vanquished during the War of the Last Allegiance.”
“Are we so sure of that?” Adlanniel looked to Lindir with an earnest expression. “I do not believe he would allow himself to be vanquished so easily. I could be wrong, but I can sense a malice and darkness seeping back into this world, as I had said.”
“I will not argue with your judgement, hiril vuin, for your senses are more attuned than some of us older elves.”
“We must be cautious.” She replied simply.

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“They have finally returned! Oh Lindir, allow me to go out to them!” Adlanniel pleaded excitedly when the same elven horns could be heard once more, but in a much closer proximity.
“Very well, hiril vuin, but I shall accompany you lest you slip and fall on the ice or snow.”
“I will be careful…” She tried to convince the older elf, but he shook his head.
“No exceptions.” He replied strictly as he hooked his elbow for her to take hold of.
“Now let us be on our way, we should not keep them waiting. I am sure the prince is eager to be in your lovely presence.”
“You flatter me, Lindir.” Adlanniel blushed as she took his arm.
“It is warranted hiril vuin, I do not give flattery to the undeserving.”

“Lindir, hurry up, you are going too slow!” Adlanniel tried to pull along the butler, only for him to remain steadfast.
“Only so that you do not slip on any ice and incur injury to yourself or the gwanun, hiril vuin.” He replied, calmly.
Groaning at him, the impatient raven haired elleth continued to pull along her guardian, as the returning army marched ever closer.
Waving her arms frantically, she almost squealed like an excited child when she saw a flaxen haired ellon poke his head out of the cart. It were Glorfindel, her beloved uncle, whom waved just as enthusiastically back at her.

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“Who are you waving at?” Haldir asked, yawning when he noticed the Lord of Golden Flowers almost fall from the carriage as he was waving so hard at someone.
“Adlanniel and Lindir are up the way, and have come out to greet us. She is obviously quite excited at our return.”
“Move over, let me see!” Haldir shoved Glorfindel to the side a little to pop his head out of the makeshift curtains as well. Glorfindel, shoving Haldir back, continued to wave to the Lady of Imladris, and the March Warden happily joined him.
“Come see who is waiting for you Legolas!” Glorfindel began as he popped back into the carriage for a moment. Yet Legolas’ expression remained dulled and weary.
“I am in too much pain right now.” He mumbled, almost to himself. The pain he was experiencing was not just that of the physical.
Glorfindel looked to the prince, concerned. Unless he was dying, he knew that Legolas would never turn down an opportunity to greet the love of his life. Perhaps he was still blaming himself for what had happened to his father, for it were his brashness that got his father severely injured in the first place. It were still a possibility for his father to pass on to the halls of Mandos, and this thought surely played a violent tune in his mind, or so Glorfindel thought.
“All will be well in time, young prince. Do not worry yourself more. Here, your love is coming to greet you.”

“Oh by the Valar, Uncle, Haldir, you are both well and relatively unharmed.” Adlanniel embraced them both as they exited the carriage to greet her.
“As well as can be, dearest of ladies.” Replied the Lord of Golden flowers as he returned her embrace in kind.
“Just a few cuts and bruises, that is all, hiril vuin.” Added Haldir as he placed his hand above his heart to greet the butler, Lindir.
“And the prince and king? What of they?” She asked eagerly.
“The prince would have come to greet you, but he is in some pain. A Troll caused the prince to break a few of his bones.” Haldir replied.
“And his pride.” Added Glorfindel who patted the March Warden on the shoulder. “The king, I'm afraid, is in somewhat bad shape. The Morgul poison took hold quickly and your father was lucky to have been able to save him. However, its effects will take some time to clear,” He said.
Adlanniel’s expression turned sullen then, as she reached forth to open the makeshift curtains of their ragged little cart, now that they had reached it.

Legolas stared at her for a long moment before he could react, his mind feeling clouded and burdened with too many fresh memories of the horrid war.
All he could say was her name as he reached forth to touch her, a sharp pain shooting up through his arm as he did so. Cringing slightly, he bore it for all he wanted was to touch her soft, pale skin. Her tears dripped hot as he ran his fingers through them, gazing tiredly, yet longingly into her eyes.
“Mel nin...cund vuin Legolas.” Her voice strained as she gazed back at him, her eyes full of worry and pity. Reaching up, she stroked the back of his hand, feeling the remnants of dried blood and mud upon it. It was then that she saw the king behind him. Pulling back her hand she covered her mouth and gasped at his sorrowful plight, tears now streaming freely down her eyes. The sight of all the bandages that roughly covered his horrific scarring, his magic too weak to conceal them, shocked her to the core.
Turning his head back, Legolas looked to his father and sighed.
“Will he live?” Her voice was meek as she continued to stare at the king.
“He will.” Legolas replied, downcasting his eyes then.
Noticing his sudden change in expression, Adlanniel looked to the prince even more worried than she had been. Yet, she did not wish to pry so did not ask further. Instead she leant forward and planted a kiss upon his dry, cracked lips.
The feeling of her soft breath, and her supple lips against his too brought tears to his eyes. He had believed he would never feel her touch again, and yet there she were, in the flesh, before him.

“Ah, young love.” Sighed Glorfindel as he watched the young couple begin to kiss tenderly, yet passionately as prince continued to lean out of the carriage.
“I look forward to getting myself some loving tonight as well, from numerous girls preferably.”
“Well if your reputation precedes you, then you shall have no trouble with that.” Haldir chuckled.
“Of course!” Glorfindel boasted. “I'll make sure to send a couple your way, young Haldir, to help make you forget these past few days, as I remember saying I would.”
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood