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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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   “Gwendalyn, would you mind putting that cloak there into the chest?” Adlanniel asked. It had been three days since her mother had sent her letter to the prince, and now they were making their preparations for the arduous journey back to the Valley.
   “Of course, hiril vuin.” Gwendalyn smiled. The younger elleth was ecstatic that her beloved Melethril would be once more in their escort. Even though she had been against the notion due to what had happened on the previous journey, he had adamantly insisted to the king to be placed in the entourage once more. Surely the Valar would not be so cruel as to have them set upon again. Alas however, these were turbulent times.

   There was a sudden, hard rapping at the door. Adlanniel, her mother and Gwendalyn looked up at it almost collectively.
   “I have an urgent letter for the Lady Celebrian.” Said the messenger when Gwendalyn opened the door to greet him.
   She looked down at the forest green wax that sealed it. Thanking the messenger she closed the door and turned back to her superiors.
   “Lady Celebrian, an urgent letter for you from Prince Legolas.”
   Celebrian looked almost surprised, not that she had received a letter from him, but that it had arrived so quickly. Her daughter looked on curiously.
   “A reply to your previous letter, nana?” She asked.
   Celebrian nodded slowly as she continued to read. “It appears they are not as far from home as we had originally thought. He is begging us not to leave, as he will ride ahead and arrive home in five days time. Considering this letter was sent three days ago, I am assuming he will arrive here in two days.”
   Adlanniel’s eyes widened in surprise, and then her expression turned to one of panic. She almost felt herself begin to hyperventilate. Of course she wanted her prince to return, but with his return would mean the inevitable would have to come to pass. Even though she was adamant to tell him the truth, her wicked self still dreaded the notion. Her conflicted heart did not want him to have to feel the pain of what she had done. Almost inadvertently she began to pace the room, twisting her hair in her fingers till it almost broke from the tension.
   “Iellig, calm yourself.” Celebrian came to her side, and took one of her arms gently.
   Adlanniel blinked hard and stared at her, almost dazed.
   “Oh naneth…” She began to weep. “I am so scared.”
   “I know that you are, my dear child. Time heals all wounds eventually, all will shine once more within the Great Greenwood again.”
   “Do you really believe that?” Adlanniel scrutinized, then shifting her gaze to Gwendalyn.
“The truth may cause darkness for some time, but with time comes the light.” Gwendalyn replied.
   “She is right.” Celebrian agreed. “What is to come may be one of the hardest experiences you will ever have, but as with all experiences, we grow and learn from them. And through our many lessons in life, we learn not to repeat the mistakes we have made.”
   Adlanniel nodded slowly. “You are both right. I know this, I just cannot bear the thought of tearing his precious heart in two. But,” She sighed dolefully. “I have done this to him.”
   “And you are willing to take responsibility. Not everyone has the audacity to do that.” Said Gwendalyn.
   “That is very true.” Celebrian agreed. “So many will run away from their responsibilities, which in the long term only causes more suffering if you keep holding back on telling the truth. But you are willing to face it, something that I am sure the Valar will look upon favourably.”
   “One can only hope.” Adlanniel sighed as she looked up at the ceiling.
   Her mother rubbed her arm gently. “Sometimes hope is all we have to hold on to.”
“Only if you could hold me, nana, when I will speak with him.” Adlanniel then sighed absentmindedly.
“I could, but someone has to hold Thranduil up as well.” Celebrian remarked. Yet, Adlanniel was able to pertain the deeper meaning of her mother’s words.


   Once her mother and her handmaiden had left to allow her rest, the sudden loneliness began to make her mind wander once more. Again and again the image of the prince’s face; aggrieved, afflicted and heartbroken, appeared to her. How could she possibly tell him the truth knowing the pain that she would ultimately cause? What if he would discredit the children? They were yet innocent and unborn and did not deserve such a terrible dishonour. How would it feel to grow with no father figure at all? Unless...no, she should not think in such a manner...What if Thranduil decided that he did want to be part of their lives? The disorder that would surely come about was unthinkable. And yet, she could not possibly blame him for wanting to be the father of his child, especially after having been denied another so long ago. The thought made her contemplate on whether or not it was what he truly felt; were he simply keeping his true feelings from her for her sake and the sake of his son?
   Weeping, she began to wander the halls aimlessly, keeping to the shadows of the pillars and nooks. She had not realised that she had wandered into the Garden of the Brook until she came across the very same tree that the Elvenking had ravaged her upon. The mixture of sensations she felt as she stood there, staring, unnerved her relentlessly. The need to feel his firm body against hers terrified her. After all that had occured in recent weeks, how could she possibly consider such a thing? But alas, the desire was there, and once more she could feel his hot breath against her neck as he thrust within her.

   A gentle touch upon her shoulder startled her back into reality. Thranduil’s lithe fingers rested upon her, and she felt a sudden chill beneath all of her winter attire. Biting her lip she turned to look back at him. His crystalline gaze became almost desperate at such a display, for it reminded him of all the times she had done the same to arouse his desires.
   Inadvertently, he traced his thumb slowly along her bottom lip as their gaze deepened, just as he had done the first time they had found themselves within the garden.
“If only in another world…” He muttered almost to himself. Yet, no sooner did he say such words, did he withdraw his hand. “Goheno nin, hiril vuin.” His expression became dispirited.
“I feel your pain as deeply as you do now.” He wiped the tears that were trickling down her pale cheeks.
   “I am scared.” Adlanniel admitted finally, lowering her eyes in shame. “I fear the repercussions of what will happen when we tell Legolas the truth.”
   Thranduil sighed and nodded, understandingly. “But there will be graver repercussions if we do not tell him Adlanniel. Yes, life may continue on merrily as it once were for a while, but the guilt will still always be there. The desire will still always be there. You and I telling him the truth will be painful for all, but it will be the start of the healing process. And with you, and hopefully he returning to the Valley, you both can strengthen your bond and you and I can heal our own shattered hearts.”
   Sighing deeply, she nodded. “Fill the chalice of Truth. I must remind myself of that every day. Sometimes my mind wanders into the unseen and unknown.”
   “And so you must go rest. A weary mind and soul will do you no good.”
   “I doubt that it will ever change.” She replied as she turned and left to return to her room.

    Drinking some of the herbal tea her mother had left for her, she then collapsed onto her bed and fell into a deep slumber. Her dreams slipped into the lascivious; his hands were once more upon her; his kisses gliding up and over her skin as he crawled his way down her body, his tongue finding its way to her heated sex where he lapped at her deliciously.
    “Adlanniel? Adlanniel!?” A desperate voice called her. “Quickly Gwendalyn, she is burning up. Bring me some of that tea and a wet cloth.”
   “N...naneth?”
   “It is alright, pinnig, we are here.”
    “What…?”
    “You were screaming. A bad dream. Here,” Her mother lifted her head gently to offer her some of the calming tea whilst Gwendalyn wiped Adlanniel’s forehead.
    “It was a dream?” Adlanniel felt dazed.
    “A vivid one it seems.”
   “Did I....say anything...out of the ordinary?”
   Gwendalyn and Celebrian looked at each other before looking back down at Adlanniel.
   “No, not a thing.” Her mother replied calmly.

   Two days went by as swiftly as the winter winds and with the help of her mother’s herbal remedies, Adlanniel had managed to keep a relatively calm demeanor. Yet now was the day her fiance was to return home, and almost the entire palace had braved the cold and snow to turn out in the courtyard to greet their prince.
   Adlanniel took her place beside her mother and handmaiden whilst the Elvenking stood some ways from her with his butler and personal servants. Though she stole glances at his grandeur from time to time, he not once returned them or acknowledged them. It were for the best, she knew, but she could not help but feel more and more uneasy the closer she knew the prince was from home.
   Suddenly she felt a hand clasp her own, and looking to her side she saw her mother watching her. “Your beloved Greenleaf.” She reminded her gently. Adlanniel nodded and turned her gaze back towards the grand gate of the courtyard. It did not take long before the blasts of the horns began to resonate throughout the forest. Adlanniel felt her body weaken as her head swooned. The inevitable was almost upon her, and though she felt immensely overjoyed, she too felt a great and overwhelming dread.

   The great black steed cantered down past the returning battalion towards the gates of the mighty palace upon the hill. His sapphire gaze gleamed across the heads of all the elves that awaited his return until finally it fell upon the one he most longed to see. As he dismounted and made his way through the cheerful crowd, he greeted all those he could, edging his way closer and closer to his most beloved. Before he could reach her he came across his father, and greeted him warmly with his hand on his heart.
   “Ada, I am so pleased to see how well you have recovered.”
   “It is only thanks to your beloved, ion nin. Go to her, I am sure you are much eager to see her.”
   “We shall speak at length later ada.” He thanks his father before making his way over to his fiance. Formally greeting her mother, the Lady Celebrian, he turns to his beloved, tears of joy beading at his lashes. “Well, look at you! The mother to be!” He admires her ever growing bump as he places his hands gently upon it before cupping her face. “Oh how I have missed you, my darling.”
   Before Adlanniel had the chance to reply, the prince kissed her feverishly. She could feel the bile rise in her stomach from the guilt as his tongue swathed with hers.
   “Little dove, you have suddenly become cold, are you alright?” He pulled away from her with concern written upon his face. She gave a faint smile and put her hand out to the fluttering snow.
   “It is winter…” She jokes, making him chuckle softly.
   “That is true, and I apologise for having you all wait out here for me.” He looks to her mother and handmaiden apologetically.
   “We were all eager to see you, cund vuin, but indeed we must take Adlanniel inside. The cold is not good for your babies.” The lady Celebrian answers with a gentle smile. “There is a lot that the both of you, I am sure, wish to catch up on.”


Sindarin - English

Goheno nin, hiril vuin - Forgive me, my lady
Naneth - mother
pinnig - my child
Ada - father
Cund vuin - my prince
ion nin - my son
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