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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 air chilled her lungs as she breathed in. The entire tent was dark and cold, like as if no life form had ever resided in it. The bed

beside her was empty, as was to be expected, for the prince had his duties to adhere too. She could not help but worry for him, as his injuries had caused him great discomfort the previous eve. Yet, the prince were not the only being she worried for.
   The Elvenking’s state was dire; his once hidden scars revealed as his magic waned. For days he had continued to lapse between unconsciousness and delirium and it pained her deeply that there was nothing any of them could do to ease his pain and suffering.
    She often reminded herself that at least her vision had not come to pass, at least not completely, and it gave her some form of hope. Alas, there was still the cruel chance that the Elvenking could fade from them; a constant reminder that wrenched her heart from her chest.

   Making her way out of the sullen tent, her raven locks swept back from her face from the frosted chill of the air. Surprisingly, the guards that had always kept watch over her were not present. Yet at that time she was too tired to wonder why. All she wanted was to see her loves, but which, her heart fought itself to decide.
   As she wandered along the makeshift path, heading in no particular direction, a gentle voice came from behind her, a voice which filled her with much needed warmth.
   “Iellig, what brings you out here?”
   Adlanniel turned to see her father there, looking down to her with a concerned expression across his wise features.
   “I...I do not know, adar. I was going to find the prince, or visit the king but...I feel so disoriented.”
   “That could be partly due to your state of being.”
   “My state of being?”
   With a warm smile, Lord Elrond motioned to the bulge of her pregnancy.
   Looking down, she stroked her stomach then, feeling the gwannun shift slightly from her touch.
Yet she knew her current state of mind was not all due to her current physical state. Her father too seemed to realise this, for he furrowed his brow then as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
   “Something is deeply troubling you, pennig, and I wish you would confide in me about it.”
   “There is nothing troubling me father.” She reassured with a feigned smile. Still, her father knew otherwise and it worried him more that she would keep it from him. He could understand that she were no longer an elfling, however, but an elleth of appropriate age and soon to be properly wed. Thus, she did not have to feel obliged to confide in him at all if she so wished it. The mere thought panged at his heart, that his once little girl was no longer a child at all; how all too fast the years had gone by.

   She looked down to the boot trodden mud beneath them for a moment as they continued to stand before each other, thoughts tearing through her mind about the two ellyn she loved most. The wrenching guilt of loving one that she shouldn't burned at her, yet there was also the meddling confusion as to whether it was truly love or simply wanton lust. Perhaps it were a poisonous concoction of both. Yet how deliciously decadent that concoction were with but a simple thought of it.
   Her thighs burned then as her inner woman hood tingled at the wicked thoughts that suddenly flooded her mind; the Elvenking’s fingers entwined in her hair as his girth thrust deeply into her, his moans of passion echoing in her ears.
Her lips parted then as she let out a small, hot gasp, her breath clouding the freezing outside air.
   Before her father could say anything further, she looked up to him with desperate eyes.
“Pray tell ada, have you seen Legolas? I would very much like to speak with him.”
   “He and I had been sharing words not so long past. I believe he was going back to your tent afterwards. He has some pleasant news to tell you.”
   Adlanniel looked to him, surprised.
   “Please do not hold me in suspense, ada, do elaborate.”
   “No...I do not think I will. I will let him reveal the news to you.” He teased.
   Adlanniel gave a slightly disappointed frown but chuckled at him. “As you wish. Then I shall go seek him out. I will see you soon ada.”
   Nodding, Lord Elrond leant down to kiss her forehead. “And for the love of the Valar, please do stay out of this cold.” He pleaded.
  “I will.” She promised.
    Moving aside, he let her pass and once more she made her way back to the tent. There was only one thing on her mind then. Whether or not the prince was physically capable was yet to be seen, but she was adamant to find a way around any obstacles. She needed it. Needed something to revert her mind away from those wicked thoughts of the other.

   Reaching the prince’s tent, she found that he had not yet arrived, perhaps having been made to deal with other business. And so she quickly undressed herself from her attire and placed them back into her trunk, wrapping the thick fur cloak around herself after she had done so.
   “Ah, Adlanniel. Ni gellweg an gin cened. Ci vêr?” Legolas asked as he entered the tent, pulling off his cloak to drape it over a nearby mahogany chair.
   “I am well Legolas, meleth nin. How do you now fare? You seem more cheerful than I would expect, despite your injuries.”
   He chuckled at her then, but cringed at the sudden pain in his side, trying not to laugh too at the irony of that. “I had spoken to your adar at length, not long past.” He smiled warmly, adjusting the sling around his arm.
   Seeing that he was having difficulties doing so, Adlanniel made her way to him and fixed the prince’s sling more comfortably. “What exactly did you speak to my adar about? I saw him just recently and he informed me that you have some pleasant news. And yet he refused to give me even a hint as to what it is.”
   The prince smiled boyishly, and a new light of happiness gleamed in his eyes; something Adlanniel had not seen since he had left for war.
   “Well, I do indeed have this pleasant news you speak of, but I also have news which you may not be too pleased with…” His voice was firm but gentle. “Which do you wish to hear first?”
   “The pleasant news, I beg of you. There has been nothing but news of death and despair here, granted we are at war…” She sighed.
   Legolas’ eyes lit up once more. “As you know, we may have won the most decisive battle, but we have not yet won the war. There is still a lot of loose ends that need to be tied and there is still a lot of cleaning up to do. But once it is all over, and once I am able to return to the palace to be with you, we shall wed with ceremony as soon as reasonably possible. I had hoped we could wed in Imladris, but you are with child and travelling such a distance would not be safe for you. So we will wed in the Greenwood, if you will allow it.”
   “Of course I allow it…” She began. “I would have the ceremony right in this very tent, but what do you mean by ‘once I am able to return to the palace to be with you’?”
   The prince’s azure gaze faded slightly. Taking his love by the arms, he pulled her into a gentle embrace, and kissed the crown of her head. “Goheno nin Adlanniel, for I must once more disappoint you. As you know, my father’s condition is dire. He should not stay here, but return to the palace where he can recover safely. I have decided to send you back with him and have put you in charge of his care. There is no other I would trust more than you with this matter. Also, as your pregnancy is progressing and winter is upon us it is increasingly unsafe for you here.”
   Adlanniel gave a simple, yet doleful nod. She knew he was right in his thinking, but it would not make her miss him any less. Yet she could also be with her king. However, where would that lead? They had promised to each other...but the pain in her heart would not abate.
The feelings she held for the mighty Elvenking had grown solid roots within her heart, entwining with the ones she had developed over the years with the still innocent prince. Furthermore the prince was not innocent like he once had been and this tangled an all too different web around her. It suffocated her.

    Her soul was struggling to breathe and her heart was clenching with everything she could not tell her love; her feelings were gurgling in her throat, bringing tears of regret into her inner self. Even now, when she felt that the chasm between her and her beloved prince was starting to close, she was to go back to the palace to take care of the wounded Elvenking, the only one she could not trust herself being around. She understood why Legolas made such decision, but she could not feel other than uneasy, her need for physical contact engulfing her suddenly. She found her way into Legolas´ arms, sighing heavily but contently when his warmth found the way under her thick cloak.

   Soon, his fingers entwined with her dark strands. He kissed her forehead, his lips whispering all his sentiments to her cold and pale skin. He kissed her eyelids that were so heavy with unspoken sadness, he kissed her temples, yearning for an undisturbed sleep. He kissed the corners of her mouth, which had been missing a smile for far too long, and the stubborn jawline, chiseled by her strong and independent personality.
Oh, how wrong were the circumstances. Were there no war, they would have been in the palace in either Imladris or the Woodland realm, burdened with the preparations of their upcoming wedding ceremony. They would have argued about their vows, rings or garments, they would have chosen the flowers they would have loved to be surrounded with behind the great table at the feast. They would have laughed at their small arguments and they would have found their solace within each other's hands after their slow and passionate lovemaking between the sheets of the finest silks and laces; Silks and laces which were brought to them to be chosen from for their festive robes.


   Legolas cursed the day he had decided to take matters into his own hands. He cursed his childishness and fantasies of heroic battles. He had been naive and this and only this brought everyone he loved so deeply into great danger. Yet he saw no other alternatives on how to remedy his wrongs but to send the two Eldar he cherished and loved above everything back to the safety of the palace walls, though their paths might be long and tortuous.

   “I need you like a fire needs air to burn.” Legolas heard himself whispering. Looking deeply into her eyes, he kissed her passionately and with full intent of going further. Sliding his hand down her arm, her cloak slid down as well, revealing, to his pleasurable surprise, her naked skin. “What do we have here?” He asked, his voice tinted with a deep, dark lust. Adlanniel blushed bashfully which only sought to increase his arousal a thousandfold.
“It seems that I am not alone in my need.” He smiled warmly. Yet he did not let Adlanniel respond, instead he kissed her again, holding her now naked and shivering body tightly against his muscular torso.
He ignored the pain that reverberated through his body from his numerous bruises and injuries; nothing could stop him now when he had the love of his life within his arms, so eagerly responding to his ministrations. He let her guide him to their bed, silently admiring her plump figure, the already visible bump of new life they had made together, her hips swaying suggestively, begging to be touched. And so he did.
   Adlanniel sighed contently when she felt his featherlight touches upon her silky skin. She was shivering from both the coldness of the air and anticipation, her troubled mind giving up to building pleasure. It was amazing how her body responded to even the lightest of Legolas´ touches; liquid heat filling her veins with passion, currents of molten lava flowing down into her center, evaporating water seeping through her skin and condensing in the cold air to form prickles upon her skin. She was already slick with need, but Legolas made no further advancement. He stood behind her and let his good hand travel across her body as a cast-away would do so across a map which he suddenly found in a flask, brought into his hands by the remorseless sea.
“You are divine.” He whispered again, his breath tickling the skin on the nape of her neck. “An ethereal nymph luring me into shallow waters to take my life away.” He nibbled the side of her neck gently. “And there is nothing I would give you more quickly than my life - for nothing more than a glimpse of happiness creeping onto your addictive lips.”

   Crawling onto the end of the bed, Adlanniel turned her head to look back at him, her eyes fixating onto his, full of emotion and undying adoration. “I am always happy when I am able to be with you.” She smiled at him then, an honest and unwavering smile which made his heart burst with affection. Leaning down to her he kissed the small of her back, smoothing his good hand over her sumptuous hips and buttocks, making her sigh delectably.
   He fiddled with the ties of his pants with his hand, but managed to undo them in due timing, his stiffened shaft eagerly wanting as it burst from its trapping.
   “You want this, do you not?” He teased slyly as he thrust against her rump, lightly slapping her skin with his member.
   “Give it to me.” She breathed. “Give me it all.”
   With her assistance he guided himself to her, pushing his hips against her buttocks as he slid himself in deeply, touching upon her inner sanctum which made her moan in delight.
   He leant down to her as he began with slow, rhythmic thrusts, pushing her hair from her shoulders so that he could lay his lips upon them with feathery kisses. Reaching under her body he caressed a naked breast, and she groaned at the tingling that tantalised her nipple with his touch.

   Legolas gently pushed her down to the bed so that she would lean on her arms, her rump perked up for him. Tightening herself around his shaft, he grunted at the sensation, pushing into her with more fervor.
   “Do I hurt you, meleth nin?” He panted.
   “Quite...the opposite.” She breathed. “Do not worry for me.”
   “I will always worry about you, till the last days I live.”
Adlanniel squeezed her inner muscles to make him from stop talking. No more talking of death, or worrying of any sort. Just sweet love making between them, entangled together like the ancient roots of the trees that surrounded them outside the tent.
   Legolas let out a long, drawn out moan, beads of sweat gathering on his brow as he grasped Adlanniel’s hip with his good hand. Yet she did not allow him control for much longer, and was upon him like a ravenous wolf, however careful she were not to hurt him further due to his injuries.
   Flexing her hips she rocked against him, slowing her pace at first so that they could both savour each other. Legolas reached over to caress her pearl as it slid and slapped against him, making her cry out as she caressed her breasts to aid herself in driving over the edge.
   Legolas too was closing in fast on his climax, this visual show before him an absolute erotic delight. His liquid fire filling Adlanniel’s every inner crevice triggered her own orgasm and they cried out together, grasping at each other for what seemed like dear life despite the annoying pain it caused the prince. He would endure any pain for her, especially when he could be in the thralls of passion with her.

   Laying down together, both in a rather sweaty mess despite the cold, Adlanniel turned to her prince and pushed his golden hair out of his face.
   “When do you wish for your adar and I to return to the palace?”
   “In two days hence, once I can gather enough healthy troops to escort you.”

Elvish Sindarin - English
Ni gellweg an gin cened. - It joys me to see you.
Ci vêr? - Do you feel well?/ Are you well?
Meleth nin - My love
adar/ ada - Father/ dad
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood