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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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Thranduil strode into the main palace courtyard, his retinue struggling to keep up with his pace. He moved with much urgency now, for now, he was in disbelief. The horn he had heard was one he had not heard for many, many years. Yet, it was one that was all too familiar.
    His heart sank into his chest when he beheld her, standing by her carriage, awaiting his presence. He felt as if all sense of time and place faded away as she turned to him, her smile as radiant as the sun. He could clearly see where her daughter’s beauty was inherited from.
   “Thranduil.” She greeted with a bow, chuckling to herself when she saw how he was rooted to the spot in surprise. “Is the great Elvenking lost for words? How peculiar!” She teased him. His heart fluttered at that mischievousness of hers which had once been so well known to him.
    “Celebrian? I received no news that you were coming here…” He stayed where he stood.
    “No, for I sent none.” She replied, her songbird voice becoming more serious. “Your power has waned Thranduil, for you did not even sense my coming…”
    “No, I did not.” He concurred, frowning slightly at the truth of it. “What brings the Mother of Imladris to the Woodland Realm without so much as a word? Surely it was not to surprise her daughter.”
    “I have come on a matter of great urgency, one of which we must discuss in private.” She replied, pulling off her traveling gloves.
    “Of course.” He nodded. “But let us get you settled. You must be exhausted from your travels. I trust that you did not run into any troubles on your way here?” He motioned for her to follow him to the guest rooms.
    “Not unlike my daughter.”
    “Still biting, I see.” He sighed.
    “Seasons change, Thranduil. We do not.”

   As much as season change, Celebrian chose to change her clothes as well before meeting Thranduil in his private gardens. Her traveling clothes were indeed comfortable, but now she was in the court of a great king and she chose to dress accordingly. With a help of a servant who awaited her in the guest rooms she quickly washed and then changed to a beautiful lavender gown which she had brought from her home in Imladris.
    She then released her hair from the tight braid she wore during traveling and, putting a single flower in it, plucked from a vase in her room, she headed to meet the Elvenking.

    Thranduil was already there, sitting casually in a pagoda waiting for her, an empty cup in his hands.
    “Getting drunk already?” Celebrian quipped before he could see her. “How inappropriate.” She shook her head as she approached and sat on one of the seats adjacent to the king.
    Thranduil ignored her tone this time. “It was medicine,” He murmurs. “I guess you were already informed about my injuries.”
    She nodded. “My husband is quite informative. He does not keep any secrets nor does he try to hide anything, considering his persona or others.”
    Thranduil hummed something under his breath.
    “What is it?” She asked directly, paying him her full attention.
    “Nothing important.” Thranduil sighed heavily, instead calling the nearby-waiting servant. “Bring lady Celebrian a beverage of her choice.”
    “Plum wine.” She ordered without a second thought. “If you do not have it in your cellar, I have brought some with me. Just ask my servants.”
    The servant boy bowed his head. “Of course, hiril vuin.”
    She dismissed him with a kind smile and a nod. Only after the ellon was gone she turned her attention back to Thranduil. “Call off your guardian pups as well. I want this conversation to be private.”
    Thranduil rolled his eyes. “We are alone. My guards know I wish to be alone these days.”
    “Hiding from something are we?” She teased him further. “Or someone?”
    “What has brought you here Celebrian?” He asked instead, his piercing eyes narrowing onto her.
    “Motherly concerns,” Celebrian answered without any hint of fear or hesitation. She was not the one trying to hide things after all. “Of course I received the news about the attack in the forest, where my daughter supposedly disappeared; and then my husband sent his message about her presence in the war camp.” It was her turn to narrow her eyes onto the Elvenking. “When I allowed her to move in with the love of her life, I would have never thought that you, Thranduil Oropherion, would let her endure such dangers.”
    “What had happened to her was not my will.” He began to explain. “After Legolas had left for the battle, which was by his own choice, she started to defy my rules ignorantly. I had tried to bring her back to her senses but she is just as stubborn as her mother.”
   Celebrian scoffed. “Strong will does not mean stubbornness.” She replied calmly.
   “Unless it concerns your daughter.” He replied with just as much calm.
    She narrowed her eyes at him once again. Then she smiled brightly, her eyes pinned behind Thranduil. “Thank you!” She called merrily.
    Thranduil turned to see his servant carrying a glass flask filled with dark liquid and a simple cup, matching the one in his hands.
    “Your wine, hiril vuin.” The servant bowed his head and placed the cup on the nearby table. Before he put the flask in the same place he poured some wine for her.
   “That will be all.” Thranduil dismissed the servant calmly.
    “Aran nin, hiril vuin…” The young ellon bowed his head in respect and left the garden.
     Celebrian took a strong gulp of her wine which raised the Elvenking’s eyebrows.
     “Getting drunk already?” He asked her the same question she greeted him with only moments ago.
    “Why?” She pinned her gaze at him, slightly amused. “Will I need to?”
    “Depends on how much you are willing to accept that your youngest daughter is not as innocent as she seems.”
    “I am aware that she has had carnal relations with your son. Does that too not make him the same as she?”
    “I had not been referring to that...She is spoiled.” He hid the real truth behind his words.

    Celebrian’s gaze searched him suspiciously then, her eyes soon becoming serious as she placed her cup upon the carved table between them. “Spoiled? Hardly, yet she is a lady of high renown. Do you expect her to be treated as a pauper?” Celebrian questioned indignantly. Taking a breath to calm herself, she sighed, “She is scared Thranduil.” Her voice was soft and maternal.
    “Scared?”
    Celebrian sighed once more, knowing that the wool had been covering his eyes. “Of course you are unaware.”
    “Unaware of what?”
   “I had a glimpse of her visions. I cannot be sure, but I know there is something going on, something between the two of you.”
    Thranduil froze and his gaze became austere. “Can you be more specific?”
    “Unfortunately I cannot. I was hoping that you could tell me.”
    “The only vision I am aware of is the one concerning me and my injuries. Yet, as far as I know, her vision was uncertain, she only saw a pale-haired warrior.”
    “That is how our visions are, Thranduil. They never show us the whole meaning.”
    Thranduil looked away. He could have some use of her plum wine now. “In all the many centuries that we have known each other, you have never told me you had visions.”
    “It is a gift inherited in our family from mother to daughter. My mother can often foresee what will happen in the future and my daughter has a similar gift. However, my gift is different for I cannot foresee the future but sometimes I can see the visions of others. The one I saw scared me as well. The vision of you, Thranduil. The vision of you claiming to be the death of my beloved daughter.”
    “How could I possibly cause her death?” He asked, astonished.
    “I think it is more a question of why.” Celebrian took another sip of her wine and eyed him. “And again I was hoping that you could give me that answer. Now I cannot help but feel that it has something to do with what you had just said.”
    “That she is spoiled?” He tried to diverge her from the path he knew she was going to follow.
    She shook her head. “That she is not as innocent as she seems.”
    Thranduil frowned. “I meant nothing by it, except that she is a spoiled brat.” He huffed dismissively.
    Celebrian’s brow furrowed as she glared at him from his choice of words. “This is not you Thranduil. Since when have you ever resorted to name calling? You have always adored Adlanniel like the daughter that was denied you.”
    Thranduil scowled as he looked away from her frustrated, yet after a moment his face read something different entirely. Even though it was not clear from his expression, the notion hit him in the stomach like the hilt of a sword.
    “Though I fear that she is now more than that, isn’t she?” Celebrian asked, her eyes piercing him for a straight answer.
    “You speak nonsense Celebrian.” He spat defensively.
    She sighed as her eyes became saddened. “Then why did my dear friend Silveth speak to you from Mandos?”
    Thranduil averted his gaze. “You saw her as well?” His voice lowered and pained.
    “Yes, within Adlanniel’s vision.” She replied. “’A wolf among the sheep, a viper among lilies’ she had named you. Silveth was my best friend, you know that Thranduil. We often created these riddles together.”
    “What exactly are you trying to say? Speak plainly.” Thranduil frowned.
    “Are you having an affair with my daughter?”
    “I do not remember you being this insane.” He growled at her, making her now frown back at him.
    “You are losing your virtue.”
    “The only thing I am losing is my patience.” He snapped.
    “Thranduil…”
    “I am not having an affair with your daughter.”

    “Not anymore…?” Celebrian put her cup away and moved to sit at his feet, her forearms on his knees and her eyes pinned to his. “Thranduil, do not think I do not care about you anymore. Once you were very dear to me; my very life! Even though we were not allowed to join our futures, I have not forgotten the love that we had had. I wept tears of joy when you finally found love again with Silveth, and when she bore you a son. I wept tears of mourning when she was tragically taken from us, from her beloved family, from her friends. Her death almost broke me, her best friend. I still cannot imagine how broken you must have been after your soulmate was suddenly torn from you .”
    Thranduil stroked her cheek gently. “Celebrian…”
    “Adlanniel is so like her. The way she thinks, the way she smiles… I remember myself wondering if it was my friend herself who returned from Mandos and took on the image of my daughter. My husband even questioned my wits after I had told him my suspicions. Yet, she chose Legolas and I suspected that my suspicions were wrong.”
    “Yes, they are alike,” Thranduil replied almost to himself.
    “Thranduil, I need to know what is happening to my daughter. I need to know what is happening to you. You think you can hide your pain, but I know you better than that. Your heart is weeping, and so is mine, for the both of you. Tell me, are you lying with my daughter?”
    “No.” Thranduil looked away, ashamed. “Not anymore.”
    With that, Celebrian rose on her knees and embraced the now weeping Elvenking. “It is alright. Weep if you need to. Just do not keep it to yourself anymore.”
    “Remind me why did I let you go?” Thranduil sobbed into the crook of her neck.
    “You did not. I left you because my mother wished it so.”
    “Yes, she claimed that I was a bad influence on you and that she would not have her precious daughter marry a battle hungry ruffian.” He replied through his tears that still fell down his cheeks.
    “That was the guise behind the truth that she foresaw,” Celebrian added sadly.
    “Then enlightened me. What could have been possibly worse than a battle hungry ruffian?”
    Celebrian’s eyes became pinned to the ground. It was a memory she would rather not reminisce. “She saw my death if we married,” She began, tears welling in her eyes as well now. “During childbirth… the child too did not survive. And yet,” She looked up at him, her heart clearly broken. “You still were to lose Silveth and your unborn child… and so I wonder if it had simply been a coincidence.”
    “What else should it have been? A curse upon my seed?”
    “Silly. How can you joke about such a serious matter? Indeed you have a healthy son, but… if I am not mistaken, the unborn child was a daughter... What if, by an ugly twist of fate, you were meant to lose your wife and an unborn daughter? Because in my mother‘s vision… I was carrying a girl.”
    “There are too many ‘what ifs’, Celebrian.”
    “Then why have you paled?” Her eyes narrowed.
    “Perhaps because I took three Morgul shafts recently?”
    “Three?” She looked utterly surprised as she wiped away her tears.
    “It seems your husband is not as informative as you tried to convince me.”
    “Or he did not want to frighten me,” She replied. “And I am inclined to think that you tried to hide the truth about you and my daughter for the same reason.”
    “Nothing can frighten you. There was no fear when you stole that book from under your mother‘s watchful eye and dragged me to a certain bell tower in Doriath.”
    Celebrian chuckled then. “You did not stop me either. I think you actually liked it.”
    “I did very much so, up to the point when I almost cracked my skull by hitting that damned bell.”
    “And then the whole of Doriath knew that the brash Prince Thranduil had lost his innocence and had reached his first climax.”
    Thranduil chuckled. “It took me years to convince Glorfindel to stop calling me ‘Bell-breaker‘ after we had exchanged such stories during one very intense drinking night.”
    “Ah yes, your boyish nights filled with bragging about who is the greatest ellon in the history of Arda.” Celebrian shook her head, but the smile in her eyes was more than evident. “I miss such times.”
    Thranduil nodded, smiling weakly at those memories. “Perhaps I wish too much to have these times returned.”
    “Such sentiment is not usual for our kin, but there are not many who have lost as much as you have. Perhaps my daughter reminds you of our own youth. The way she smiles at your son…”
    “It is the same smile Silveth used to give me.” Thranduil finishes. “You are right. They remind me of my own happiness I had found with her.” He then sighed heavily and slid down from his chair to sit on the ground. “She told me to fill the Chalice of Truth.”
    Celebrian stroked his cheek once again, his skin still damp from the tears he had shed. “I know. I have seen it.”
    He looked away for a short moment. “Adlanniel wants to tell Legolas.”
    “And you hesitate because you are afraid of the consequences?”
    Thranduil shook his head. “You must understand that I am not afraid for myself. I fear that this affair will break my son.”
    “It will, probably, and he will hate you for some time.”
    Thranduil cringed at such a plain, harsh truth.
    “But he is your son, Thranduil.” Celebrian continued. “You are bound by blood. Given enough time, he will forgive you. You must believe that.”
    “And what if it will tear him and Adlanniel apart?”
    “It is unlikely. But you must tell him the truth and you have to do it as soon as possible, preferably before the children are born.”
    “I have already told you that Adlanniel…”
    “You both must tell him.”
    Thranduil scoffed.
    “It is not only you or only her at fault. You both are to blame.” Celebrian chided. “And you both have to take responsibility.” She continued with a softer expression. “Legolas will need time to process the news. I think I might take Adlanniel to Lothlórien for the rest of her pregnancy.”
    Thranduil looked her directly in the eyes. “Take her anywhere but Lothlórien. Or, to avoid any possible misunderstandings, take her anywhere where her grandmother will not be.”
    “Why? She could teach Adlanniel how to use her gift.”
    Thranduil pinched the bridge of his nose. “There is one more thing I have to tell you then.”
    “Speak.”
    “As you know, Adlanniel will give birth to gwannun. The problem is… I have fathered one of them.”

Sindarin - English
Hiril vuin - beloved lady
Aran nin - my king
Ellon - a male elf
Gwannun - twins
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