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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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  “Thranduil…” She did not think she could muster up the courage enough to speak, yet her voice slipped off her lips like a soft breeze.
   The Elvenking turned his head to look back at her, his face dampened and eyes reddened with tears. “Celebrian…”
   Without hesitation she went to his side, putting her arms gently around him as he continued to weep relentlessly.
   “I miss her so much…” He wept into her shoulder. “She was my better self, my good judgment and now I have nothing left. Even if I was allowed to see her again after Mandos, how could I possibly face her with all the shame I have thrown upon myself?”
   “Hush.” Celebrian stopped him. “There is still time to make amends and repent for your actions.”
    “Yet, we never know how much time we have left, now do we?” Thranduil asked bitterly. “I should have never let her go to that village. It is I who is to blame for her death. It is I who is to blame for this sick liaison.”
   “And my daughter is not the most innocent one either.”
   Thranduil chuckled, but the sound he made was as hollow as the caw of a crow. His eyes, usually as bright and blue as a summer sky, remained clouded with sadness. “Mortals consider us to be the wisest beings, yet I am just a fool.”
   “My best friend had not fallen for a fool. I had not fallen for a fool.”
   The broken Elvenking sighed heavily. “I appreciate your attempts to make me feel better, mellon nin, but we both know I am not the elf I once was.”
   “No, you are not, but neither am I. Her loss changed everything, yet, ironically, it changed nothing at all..” Celebrian muttered as her gaze fell upon the sarcophagus. She could swear she saw tears running down the cold, marble cheeks. Then she blinked and the illusion was gone.
   “Do you think she will ever forgive me?” Thranduil asked after several silent moments. His voice was so small one would hardly ascribe it to a mighty king of elves.
   “Perhaps, but first I think she would want you to seek the forgiveness of those still living.”
   Thranduil pulled away from her embrace and nodded solemnly. “You know that I will do everything in my power to accomplish such.”
   “Yes, but such a promise means little against the flesh...”
   Thranduil frowned at her then. “And what do mean by such words? Speak plainly.” Though he knew exactly what she meant.
   “You both become almost mindless around each other…”
   “All that has changed as I have told you.” Thranduil rebutted. “I can understand why you have such little faith in me now. Adlanniel and I made a mistake, a rather catastrophic one as you have already said. You do not need to keep reminding me of this. You know I truly desire to see Silveth again, and in my blindness I used your daughter as a substitute for the love I could never replace. I want nothing more than to rectify what I have done, at whatever the cost. You know this.”

Celebrian nodded. “I know.” She lowered her eyes.
   Thranduil placed his hands firmly on her shoulders. “Please trust me.” His cerulean gaze pleaded with hers.
   “I will. But it will not stop me from reminding you of what you both must do.”
   “I will grant you that.” He turned to look back at the Queen’s effigy again. Tears once more threatened to fall as he gazed upon it, wishing for it to come to life so as to see it smile. Yet, there would be no smiles shared for what he had done. He knew that truth painfully.
   “Come, Thranduil, the night grows late. We should take our leave.”
   “Go ahead, Celebrian. I wish to stay with her a short while longer.”
   Celebrian nodded. “Of course, but tarrying will not help the matter.”
   “I know.”
   With a polite bow, Celebrian made her leave and set out into the night.

   Thranduil did not know how much time had passed since Celebrian left him there within the tomb for his mind felt fogged with sadness. Wandering back out into the crispness of the air, he felt the draw of something unseen. Closing his eyes he drew in the coldness of the wind, allowing the breeze to guide him along the crude trail of jagged rock and stone. Soon he was to come upon his queen’s most favored willow. There beneath its branches, he saw the dark outline of a familiar shadow.

   Her raven locks fluttered like the slender branches of the weeping willow that whipped across the river from the wind. Crystalline tears clung to her pale cheeks as she stared down into the darkness of the splashing water before her. The faint strands of moonlight that broke across the water’s surface hypnotised her as she clung to the cloak she was wearing. She did not hear the Elvenking’s approach.
   “Adlanniel, it is freezing out here!” Thranduil immediately wrapped his own cloak around her shoulders as he spoke.
   A puff of mist escaped her lips as she stared up at him in surprise.
   “Why are you out here all alone, especially in your condition?” Thranduil continued, his voice riddled with worry as he pulled his cloak tighter around her. Flakes of white had already begun to fall from the night sky.
    She lowered her eyes and sniffed, and it was then that he realised she had been crying.
   “Oh, pinig, please do not weep.” Thranduil inadvertently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his body. “It is a pain we both share…”
      She buried her head into his chest as fresh tears began to sting her eyes. His warmth engulfed her entirely and she felt at ease in his arms. Oh how she remembered the many embraces they had shared, and the warmth that had emanated from them during such times. Yet now was not the time to think of such things, and she shook her head against him to push the thoughts from her mind.
“Díheno nin, aran vuin. I came here to ask for the Queen’s forgiveness and yet still my mind reminisces when I am in your presence.”
   Gently Thranduil let go of her and sighed. “It will take time Adlanniel, but you have nothing to apologise to me for. It is I who should be asking for your forgiveness, for it was my lust and selfishness which pulled you and Legolas into this awful mess.”
   “Yet..." Adlanniel began.

   “Adlanniel…” Came a gentle, yet cautionary voice before the king could answer.
   “Naneth!” Adlanniel stiffened at the sudden sight of her mother who now too stood under the foliage of the weeping willow.
   “Now is not the time to reminisce, my child, but to look to a brighter future.”
   “Your mother is right,” Thranduil added softly.
   “I know…” Adlanniel downcast her eyes as her mother approached. “I am trying.”
   “As Aran Thranduil said, it will take time.” Celebrian placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder in reassurance. “Now let us share words back at the palace. You especially must not linger out in this icy cold any longer.”

“So,” Celebrian began once they were all seated comfortably in her chambers. “What exactly were you doing out there all alone in the cold Adlanniel?”
   Adlanniel, rather taken back by such a forward and suspicious question, stared at her mother blankly. “What are you trying to get at with such a question nana?” She frowned.
   “In my defense, you did just happen to find her under the willow tree Thranduil, and I did see her once again in your arms…”
   Before she could continue, Thranduil groaned exasperatedly. “I had simply wished to go to Silveth’s favorite willow to think, I had not at all expected Adlanniel to be there. Also, my embrace was simply to comfort her as she had been crying.” He snapped defensively. “Adlanniel had been praying to Silveth for forgiveness as well, so I am sure you can understand why she may have been in tears.” He looked over at the younger elleth whose head was sunk low, tears once more clinging to her eyes.
“Now Celebrian, how is it you came upon us? I thought you had said you were returning to the palace.”
   “I was.” She replied calmly. “But I saw Adlanniel’s handmaiden and a young, raven-haired guard running along the path towards me. Gwendalyn had not been able to find Adlanniel within the palace, and so had come outside to look for her, unknowing of where she had gone. I told them that I would look for her, and told them to return to the palace. We would not have wanted the both of them to have stumbled upon you two.”
   Thranduil frowned at her. “And I thought we had had enough of the snide remarks.”
   Sighing, she went to sit beside her daughter. “I apologise Adlanniel...it is just that, as your mother, I am worried about what may happen when you two are alone together, as I know how deep your relationship ran. I know you both have promised and are adamant that it is over, but I know there is that spark of lust still within the both of you, regardless of how well you both try to hide or deny it. And as a mother and a wife I am deeply upset by what you have both done; the fact that you both let it happen...even when you both found out you were with child...neither of you had any regard for them or for poor Legolas or the memory of Silveth...Can either of you understand how I feel? You both should have known better! You are both better than this, and it makes me feel like I failed as your mother Adlanniel.” Tears now streamed down Celebrian’s face and both Adlanniel and Thranduil looked to her with utter helplessness and guilt.

   “Naneth…” Adlanniel’s voice choked, yet at that time words escaped her entirely.
   Pulling a handkerchief from her sleeve, Celebrian wiped her eyes and composed herself.
“I have failed you as your daughter…” Adlanniel began before her mother had the chance to continue speaking. “You have been nothing but a great and loving mother to me. All that has happened recently has nothing to do with your upbringing. It has all been my own, misguided and moronic actions.”
   “Your feelings are not unjustified Celebrian,” Thranduil added sadly. “We both know there is no excuse for what we have done, especially in my regard.”
   “Especially in your regard.” Celebrian reiterated almost bitterly. “But what is done is done, and as I also said earlier, we must strive to move forward and fix this calamity you both have created. And so I will shortly compose my letter to the prince, to notify him that I will be taking Adlanniel back to the Valley.”
  “What will you say?” Adlanniel then asked, her voice shaking slightly in fear.
   Celebrian sighed. “Simply that I have decided to take you home as you need your mother’s care at such a delicate time. In any case, I will think of something.”

Sindarin - English

mellon nin - my friend
pinig - my child
Díheno nin, aran vuin - Forgive me, my king
Naneth/ nana - Mother/ mum
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood