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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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Celebrian’s eyes widened as she stared at him incredulously. “How is that even possible?” She blurted.
    “You know I can sense faë, Celebrian. You know I can also sense the origins of faë, thus the parentage.”
    “That is not what I was referring to!” She frowned, her eyes narrowing onto his. “You know that we cannot simply conceive children like men can. For us, both parties must be willing and wanting to beget a child!”
    “Do you honestly think I would want to impregnate Adlanniel?” Thranduil looked at her, genuinely surprised. “I might be a fool, but I am not that foolish to want to impregnate your daughter on purpose.”
    She threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. “Thranduil, now is not the time to be a defiant little sop! You have seriously beaten the hornet’s nest!”
    “Do you really think I am not aware of that?” He retorted, his voice too now raised. “Do you really think I intended on this occurring, Celebrian? How in this given earth am I supposed to know how it happened, besides the fact that I had lain with her? Neither she nor I consented to having a child together. For you to even think that we did is beyond my comprehension.”
    Celebrian sighed. “Then you both must have consented subconsciously. It is the only way this could have happened.”
    “Perhaps.” Thranduil conceded. “I remember once thinking about how Silveth had told me she was with child for the second time, and wishing that it had come to pass, and talking to Adlanniel about it before we…” He stopped short and averted his gaze, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment.
    Celebrian dismissed the thought of how close he and her daughter actually were. “Are you absolutely sure that both of the gwannun are not yours?”
    Thranduil groaned then in frustration. “Of course I am sure! I have just confessed about the parentage; why would I lie about how many of them I have fathered?”
    “Well, you have managed to lie and keep the fact that you are having sex with my daughter hidden under the rug for long enough!” Celebrian snapped as she crossed her arms in anger, her face reddened with fury.
    “’Had been.’” Thranduil corrected her firmly.
    “What?”
    “I had been having sex with your daughter.” He repeated patiently. “And it is a past I am not very proud of.”
    Celebrian stroked her suddenly tired eyes. “How will you explain this tidbit of information to your son?”
    Thranduil rose his eyes then and stared at her, his eyes becoming steely and cold once more. “We won't be revealing this ‘tidbit’ of information to him at all.” He replied stiffly. Celebrian looked to him in disbelief but the Elvenking continued, “When we tell him of our affair he may disbelieve that the children are his regardless. We cannot allow that to happen...”
    Celebrian sighed once more, the weight of the debacle pressing heavily upon her. How many more would be tangled within its web, she wondered. “Is there anyone else who knows about this liaison?”

“Actually…” Thranduil began, Celebrian’s eyes widening as he spoke. “I fear that one may have… come across us.”
“Who?” She asked desperately.
“Your daughter’s handmaiden.”
“And why do you think it is her?” Celebrian raised an eyebrow, surprised.
“As I said, I am not certain, I just have a gut feeling. I could be wrong but regardless, I do not believe they have spoken to anyone else about it.”
“How can you be so certain of that?”
“This is my palace and my realm Celebrian, I know what goes on within its borders.”
“That may be true Thranduil, but how can you be so sure? Especially when your health has been drained so severely? As I mentioned before, you did not even sense my coming. Where were you both when you suspected being caught?” She asked firmly.
“In the stables…”
Celebrian paled and furrowed her brow. “In the stables?” She repeated, huffed. “In the stables where you could have been caught by anyone? How do you not know that it was not a stable hand?”
“I think I would know if it were.” He spat.
“But you do not, do you?” She snapped back at him. “Have you confronted Gwendalyn about it, or asked Adlanniel herself?”
“No, I….”
Celebrian groaned and threw her hands up in the air again before he could finish answering her. “Always getting yourself into trouble, aren’t you? It is a shame your father is not around to beat some sense into you!”
Thranduil winced at the mention of his beloved father, and at the memories of the many thrashings he had received during his youth due to his own misbehaviours.

“If I were not in my right mind, I would beat you myself!” Celebrian barked at him.
“Perhaps I would like it!” He bit back at her without truly thinking before his words.
“Thranduil!” She punched him hard in the shoulder. She had not expected such an answer from him, not now at least. She cleared her throat, “Thranduil, I swear!” She frowned. “Always the jester, and always the harlot getting himself into a mess which I’ve often had to clean up.”
“Harlot?” He rose one of his dark eyebrows at her even though he knew her label of him was somewhat true. He pinned his gaze on her. “You never used to complain when I was nestled between your thighs. Neither did your daughter!”
“Do not dare speak to me in such a manner and do not dare bring Adlanniel into this again! Ugh, you're impossible!” She growled as she punched him again. Thranduil rubbed the smarting mark on his shoulder.
“Forgive me…” He sighed after a moment of uncomfortable silence. “I should not have said that.”
“You should not have said a lot of things.” She bit. “You pompous, uncouth fool!”
Thranduil stared at her for a long moment as her face remained flushed and pouty. “Well we know where Adlanniel gets her temper from.”
“Thranduil!” Celebrian grumbled warningly, the flame in her eyes aglow.
Thranduil smiled at her affectionately and leant forward to straighten her silver tiara.
She looked at him and sighed, still frustrated. “You fool.” She poked him.
“I know.”
She cleared her throat once more and straightened her posture. “Now back onto serious matters Thranduil.” She began. “My daughter you have sullied.”
He frowned at her. “And I thought we were now through with the accusations.”
She nodded and looked away. “Can you blame me for being furious?” She began.
“Of course not.” He sighed. “I deserve all you have to dish out to me.” He averted his gaze before a mischievous grin crossed his features. “Plus that beating you promised.” He added.
Celebrian shook her head at him. “Stop it,” She said firmly, making him sink his head guiltily once more. Why could he not stop with his antics? He could not help but remember the times they would playfully tease each other in their youth and how he desperately wanted to return to those times.

“I will take Adlanniel back to Imladris with me to keep you both from temptation.” She narrowed her gaze onto him. “Then when the prince returns we shall return here and you both shall tell him the truth.”
Thranduil nodded slowly, albeit reluctantly. “Yes, we both will. I have been trying to run from the consequences for too long, and have been making poor Adlanniel suffer dearly for it. I owe her more apologies than I can count.”
“Sincere apologies. Paid in words, not carnal pleasures...” Celebrian warned sternly.
“I know.” He replied. “I told you it was over…”
Celebrian looked at him seriously. “Let us hope that remains true.”

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A liaison in the Great Greenwood