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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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Soft fingertips traced their way delicately along her sides as she lay there before him, her head resting on her arm, her raven hair strewn across the pillow beneath her. The braziers were lit, giving the tent an auburn glow and warmth as they cuddled closer, their skin prickled with sweat from their previous passion.
   Tracing his fingers gently through the waves of her hair, he pulled her head closer to press his lips upon her forehead. With his touch upon her, he could not help but begin to weep, a deep guilt and regret filling his heart.
   Adlanniel’s eyes widened then as she moved back to look at him in surprise.
“Meleth nin, what beseeches you so?” She asked, concern filling her voice.
   “I am a fool Adlanniel, for feeling like this.”
   “Like what Legolas?” She tried to search his eyes, but he lowered them from her.
   “You must return home to the safety of the palace, that is for certain. Your pregnancy is progressing and it is all too dangerous here, especially now with the snows. We still may be attacked by groups of orcs lurking in the forest, and perhaps by other things from the plains. I cannot risk you staying here any longer. And I need someone I trust to take care of my adar. You are the only one I can trust with this besides your own adar, but he is needed here.” Legolas took in a deep breath and sighed dolefully. “Despite this, my selfishness begs for you to remain here; remain here in my tent to comfort me and console me and give in to my carnal needs and desires. To be here only for me…”

   His words troubled her, for she wanted nothing but to stay there as he wished, and to be there to do his will. Yet deep within her twisted heart she was glad to be returning to the palace with the king, to be alone with him once again.
  “Do not worry, my beloved, for I will await your return eagerly at the palace. Please do not despair.”
   Drawing her to him once more he kissed her passionately, and it felt like an age had passed before he let her go again. “And I will anticipate our reunion once more, meleth nín.”
   She too began to weep, for reasons she could hardly bare to face. So strong were her emotions she could barely speak, but she held him tightly and took in his warmth. As she rested her head upon his chest once more, she could hear that thumping sound that so often comforted her. That strong thumping sound that resembled the life that flowed through her prince. Still, she wondered how tightly his heart were caught within the web she had woven and if he had already realised that it were.

   When she next awoke, the prince was sitting opposite her, pulling up his boots, his hair still in tangles from the previous night’s passion. Her hair too did not fare well, and Legolas chortled at her when he turned around.
   “Your hair's a mess.”
   “As is yours, meleth nín.” She chuckled lightheartedly.
   He blew a tuft of his hair from his face and flopped back onto the bed, then looking over her naked frame that she was partially hiding with a bed sheet.
“If I knew what was good for me I’d have myself unclothed and upon that beautiful, pregnant body of yours again.” He purred.
   “If you knew what was good for you, cund vuin, you would brush that mop of yours and allow me to dress myself.” She teased.
   Pouting, he rolled onto his stomach, being careful not to squash his bad arm. “I prefer you with no clothes on.” He stated with an air.
   “Go brush your hair!” She ordered firmly.
   Rolling his eyes at her, he did as he was told.
“Well, we both better prepare as your journey starts this morn.”
   “Do not remind me…” She muttered bitterly.
   “Little dove, please…I did not mean it in a negative light. It is just that I will be able to rest easy knowing you'll be caring for my adar and safe in the palace. You'll be able to see Gwendalyn again. I'm sure she'll be ecstatic to see you.”
   “Or angry.”
    Legolas kissed her upon the forehead. “Don't be so sour. Now get yourself ready before I decide to keep you naked.”
    “Can I not?”
   Legolas laughed heartily at her. “No.”

   As Adlanniel made her way out of the prince’s tent, she was surprised to see so many out, despite injury and the biting cold, to wish them farewell. The human prince of Gondor was present as were all his entourage and most of his remaining joint forces. If humans outnumbered elves then, she could not tell. It were a once in a lifetime chance for any human to watch their elven counterparts farewell or welcome brethren of high importance. Now forces of men had turned out in respect.
   She continued to carry as many of her belongings as her arms would allow to the armoured carriage that she and the Elvenking were to share. That is when she saw him being carried to the carriage. She had often visited him with Legolas or her father but it still pained her deeply to see his tall, yet limp frame, half mummified with bandages due to the poison having weakened his strength enough to reveal the horrific scars from the battle long past.
   “Thranduil…” Her voice choked as a tear trickled down her cheek. His name had barely left her lips when a strong hand gripped her shoulder.
Almost dropping her things, she spun around, Glorfindel taking her gently so that she would not stumble.
“Uncle, do not scare me like that!” She exclaimed, breathless from the fright as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
   “That was not entirely my intention, pinig.” He teased as he kissed the crown of her head.
“Try not to weep so, my dear, for all will be well now.”
   “I wish I could believe that, uncle.” She muttered. “But there are still so many obstacles ahead. And a darkness which I feel is seeping back into the world. It all worries me.”
    “As it does me, dear Adlanniel, but we only can do what we can day by day. Now, let me take these heavier items for you.” He began, not allowing her to disagree as he took most of what she had been carrying. “A pregnant elleth should not be carrying such heavy things.”
   Adlanniel rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I am fine, uncle. Besides, it is not as if I am human.”
   “Still…” He shot her a look. “I will not allow it. Now come along before the carriage leaves without you. We cannot have you running through the forest again now can we?”

   As with all formal departures, it was past an hour before they were able to set off after having farewelled everyone that needed to be farewelled.
   Hugging her prince tightly, she nuzzled her face into his golden hair, taking in his musk, relishing in his presence whilst she still had the chance. Departing from him a second time was just as painful as the first, if not more so.
   He had reminded her of the old saying, “The battle is over, but the war has just begun.” There was still a lot of work to do and possibly more skirmishes and battles to fight before they would be able to get the Dark forces to submit. Then the process of ‘cleansing’ what the enemy had tainted. Only the Valar could know how long that would all take.
   “But I swear to you, I will return to be by your side by the time the flowers begin to bloom in Spring.” Legolas promised as he took her gently by the chin to kiss her softly on the lips. “And when I return,” He kissed her again, “I will officially make you my wife, and these silver rings, we wear shall be exchanged for gold.”
   “I look forward to that day with much eagerness, meleth nín.” She wept as she kissed him for the last time. It was a deep, lingering kiss, their tongues entwined like vines upon a tree. Yet sadly it had to be broken, and Legolas gently pulled away.
   “Guren nallatha nalú achenin le.” He whispered to her, embracing her tightly once more.
   “Unad nuithatha i nîr eguren nalú aderthad vín.” She replied. With those last words, Legolas led her to the carriage and helped her step up inside.
   “Take care of my adar, and of yourself my little dove. I will write to you as often as I can.”
   “I will expect nothing less.”

   The cold air bit at her face as she watched the prince disappear from view, being replaced by the denseness of the surrounding Greenwood. She reluctantly pulled herself back into the carriage at the request of one of the guards of her entourage. Sitting down on the emerald velvet sofa with its silver brocade, she looked over at the Elvenking, appearing lifeless on his cot, his flaxen hair hanging loosely over the edge. His breathing was weak as she watched his chest barely rise and fall, and the breath that escaped between his dried lips was harsh and rasping.
   Lifting up his arm closer to her, she began to unravel the bandage encasing it, the horrific scar of melted flesh and sinew revealing itself, reminding her once again of that disturbing dream she had had. Yet, she were brought back to her current task when Thranduil groaned.
   “Hîr vuin?” She questioned, hopeful that he may have regained some form of his conscious self. Alas her hope for was for naught as he continued to lie there still. Sighing inwardly, she continued to replace the bandages with fresh ones, being very careful and precise with her delicate undertaking.
   A beautiful polished mask veiled the side of his face that had been scarred. Slowly she began to trace her fingertips over the golden vines that decorated it, her mind drifting into another world. Adlanniel had barely noticed the hand that now stroked her cheek, the unseeing eyes that looked up at her.
   “Silveth...my beautiful Silveth, bereth vuin...Veleth e-guil nîn…” His voice was almost a whisper as Adlanniel looked down to him, wide eyed, unable to speak, only her hand finding its way to his that cupped her face. With his touch a vision came; an insight to the world beyond, a part of the gift that ran in her family, and had evidently passed from her grandmother to her.
   The figure she now saw was so beautiful, a beauty to rival that of Luthien of old. Her hair as golden as the sun, her eyes shimmering like sapphires freshly hewn and polished from stone. Silveth, the Queen of Greenwood, the long lost Shining Light of the Oropherion family. Her son Legolas was a striking resemblance to her.
   Yet her features were still, just as the marble statue, carved carefully and with love, hidden deep within her tomb. The light seeping from her was unnatural yet warming, soothing.

   “What are you doing, Thranduil?” Her lips were barely moving.
   Suddenly, his touch upon her cheek became cold.
   “I… wanted to feel something…” He whispered. “A hint of what we had… anything to abate the pain… of losing you.”
   She was looking at him, a hint of pain hidden deep within her shimmering eyes. “What we had was sacred.”
   “Díheno nin...” His voice choked with painful sobs. “I have broken our sacred love...and for what? My selfish need.” Tears trickled down his good eye, making Adlanniel stifle a sob of her own. Could it really be his queen, or was this a delirious dream?
   “You are alone, Thranduil. You have been alone for so long…” Her hand stretched towards him, sliding a mere whisper above his golden mask.
   “Because I had been a fool… a fool to have let you go there… if only… you would still be here with me…”
   She smiled fondly. “I am not here, melamin. It is not me who you are looking at.”
   “I see you within her… every time I lay eyes on her… you and she are the same...” His voice trailed off with a silent gasp, sweat forming on his brows.
   Sadness crossed her features then. “Your seed is growing within her. Your daughter once again to be reborn under the heart which should have been mine…”
   “Yes… it should have been you… it should always have been you.... and I hate myself for my decision that day. You could still be here… with our daughter... and perhaps more.” His voice was choked with painful sobs, and they wracked now at Adlanniel also.
   She let her hand travel from his face down to his chest, lingering above his heart. “You do not love her, Thranduil. Let her go. Let our son keep his happiness before you burn his heart in your hatred and selfishness. You once were a good father. Find that within yourself again.”
   “You are right… I do not love her…You know nothing within the heavens can beat my love for you, melamin…”
   She once again smiled, fondly yet knowingly. “You have always been such a sweet liar… As sweet as your Dorwinion wine.”
   “I cannot lie about such a thing… I would never dare to, my beloved wife… my love has always been for you, ever since I met you… and it forever will be for you. Please believe me.”
   Her gaze travelled to something only she could see, something far, far away. “A wolf among the sheep, a viper among lilies. Your tongue is silver and your words are poisonous. You claimed a young innocent and you are ready to leave her to be consumed by thorns. The darkness which is tainting our ancient forest has seeped through your veins, clouded your judgement, entangled with her light.”
   “Yes…I have done this to her, to him, to you. I will gladly meet my punishment if it means I could reverse it all. Please, bessig, tell me what I should do…” By now, his voice was shaking, and Adlanniel’s sobs were unforgiving.
   “Fill the Chalice of Truth.” Was her only answer.
   Thranduil thought about it for a short moment. “The truth will destroy him… it will destroy her…. it will destroy their relationship and perhaps the lives of the children. I know it is I to blame… but if I tell him, then we will all be consumed by thorns.”
   Yet she insisted, her gaze still pinned to what lay beyond seen and unseen. “Without the Chalice to be filled, no Light can be spread again.”
   Thranduil nodded, though his head moved only in that world beyond. “The light cannot spread again if I do not tell him… but how can I bring myself to ruin her further… to ruin him further? I just wish you were here.”

   “To build a house, you have to excavate the grounding. To build a home, you have to light a fire in the hearth.”
   He had to brood about what she had just said. They had played games like that; Silveth always coming with a statement he had to decipher and after doing so, always rewarded him with a smile, a touch, or an intimacy shared between them deep in the farthest aisles of the library.
   ‘You have to build a house.’ She said once. ‘A house which would cover only the two of you.’ It was her advice after he had admitted his struggles with building a bond with his newborn son; an issue many fathers endure. The house to be built was nothing else than their relationship; a father-son bond which no other person could create.
‘He trusts you.’ She had said, stroking the soft golden hair of the elfling. “Let yourself trust him.’
   Thranduil’s heart sank after he realised the meaning. His relationship with Legolas had always been based on their mutual trust which he had shredded into pieces with his betrayal and his lies. Could the spoken truth rebuilt that trust? Surely, it would light the fire that might burn all of them, but on the other side, could the ashes of their souls be reborn again as the Fiery Bird once was? Could the truth open the door to Legolas’ forgiveness…?

   Thranduil swallowed the bile that kept growing in his throat. “And what of the unborn children?”
   “They will be deeply loved by their parents.”
   “I will not bring them into this turmoil any further… I cannot… I wish you were here Silveth… so this would never have happened.”
   “Not all of our wishes are granted to us. Not all the destruction is meant to ruin.”
   “I know… but without you by my side is ruining me… forgive me Silveth… I am so sorry.”
   “Have faith Thranduil. The little leaf was born to a vigorous spring. His heart is strong. It would take a hurricane to tear him from his branch.” Her light started to fade then.
   “Please do not go Silveth…” He pleaded desperately.
   “I belong to the past, you belong to the future melamin. Cherish the moments we had together. Look forward for we will meet again. Not today, not tomorrow, but the day will come. The light will spread once again.”

Adlanniel’s eyes burned with tears, as Thranduil’s arm fell limp once more.
“Díheno nin, bereth vuin. I am just as to blame as he.” And with that, she fell against his body and wept.

Elvish - English
Adar - father
Meleth nín/ melamin - my love
Cund vuin - beloved prince
Pinig - my little one (informal)
Elleth - elven maiden
Guren nallatha nalú achenin le - My heart shall weep until I see thee again
Unad nuithatha i nîr eguren nalú aderthad vín - Nothing will stop the weeping of my heart until our reunion
Hîr vuin - my lord
Bereth vuin - my Queen
Veleth e-guil nîn - love of my life
Díheno nin… - forgive me…
Bessig - wife
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood