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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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“We are so glad for your safe return Prince Legolas.” Celebrian began as they all sat at the giant oak dining table for the evening meal.
“Thank you, I am glad to be home.” He smiles kindly at her. She eyes her daughter then.
“Adlanniel, especially, was eager for your return.”
Adlanniel’s throat went dry at her mother’s words. Though her mother did speak truth, at the same time her own thoughts were conflicted.
Legolas turned to her then, his eyes full of adoration and love as he took her hand up with his. His touch, though worn from battle, was warm and welcoming. “You still feel so cold, are you sure you are well, little dove?” He whispered down to her as he rubbed her hand softly.
Stifling back a sob she shook her head. “May I be excused?” She asked aloud to no one in particular. All at the table looked at her surprised, especially the prince who now assumed he had done something wrong.
“Of course, are you alright?” Thranduil asked, looking just as concerned.
Adlanniel lowered her eyes. “I just feel unwell. It is the gwannun.” She lied.
“Shall I come with you?” Legolas touched her elbow, and she felt her body stiffen.
“I...it is alright, meleth nin, you stay with everyone. They are just as eager to see you.” She forced a smile.
“Are you sure?” He pressed. He did not want to leave her side, not after having not seen her for so long.
“Yes, darling. I will wait for you.” The forced smile now became more genuine. Perhaps with a little time alone she could rid herself of this dreaded feeling.
Yet rid herself of it she could not, for it brought upon tears of immense pain once she arrived at the room. Slumping herself onto the bed, she buried herself in the duvets and wept into the pillows.
By the time the prince returned, the pillows were almost drenched from her crying, and still she could not relent.
“Meleth nin, what ails you so?” He came to sit beside her on the bed. “I know that it is not just the gwannun doing this. Please, I beg you to tell me.”
Adlanniel, straining to sit up then, looked deeply into his eyes almost desperately.
“We will share words in time, my darling Legolas, but please, do not ask me now.” She begged. However, the concern riddled on his face would not dissipate.
“Very well…”
“Please hold me.”
Legolas did not hesitate to fold her up into his arms and pull her into his lap. There, he cradled her gently and stroked the back of her raven head.
“Le veleth e-guil nîn, Adlanniel.”
She burst into tears then, and clung to his body dearly. “Gi melin, Legolas, cund vuin.”
Considering the turmoil of emotions whirling turbulently about within her, she did still love him. None of the Elvenking’s charms, nor even the claws of Melkor could take that one emotion she held for Legolas away from her.
Taking her head into his hands, he brought her face up to savour her lips, sucking at them tenderly as he wiped her tears away with his thumbs. “Do not weep, my little dove, for I will never leave your side again.” He whispered into her mouth.
“Don’t you ever dare!” She warned him through a sob.
“Never would I ever.” He stroked her cheeks as he leant in to capture her mouth once more.
Deeper did their passion become, as their tongues entwined as one. Slowly, almost cautiously Legolas brought his hand up along Adlanniel’s side, and gradually did his fingers creep towards her breasts. Yet, she did not shy away from him, but brought her hand up to caress his, inviting him to explore her. Now he did not hesitate to do so as his fingers teased at the small lump of her nipple protruding through the thick velvet of her dress. A soft moan escaped her lips at his touch; the tingling beginning to form between her thighs as he teased her sensations. Reaching down, she began to stroke the hardness that had formed through his leggings. He moaned now between their lips as his hands found their way into her hair, pulling her head back ever so slightly. He began to graze her neck with his kisses; he moved down to sensually nibble upon her bare shoulder, leaving tiny hints of purple on her milky skin.
Soon his fingers found themselves pulling her dress from her shoulders, allowing it to fall in soft folds upon the bed. Now he caressed her breasts fully, eliciting an array of sighs and moans from her as he kneaded and sucked upon her.
With one arm around her waist he gently lowered her to the sheets beneath them, slipping the dress down her legs to fall in a heap upon the floor.
Sitting on his knees he admired her naked beauty, and pulled his shirt from his body.
Adlanniel had almost forgotten how fine his body was, how smooth and refined his muscles were. A body he had obviously inherited from his father...no she could not think of such things now, not now of all times.
Leaning down, his feathery lips traced their way over the bump of her stomach, forcing her to refocus her thoughts. Lithely he began to trace her navel, his hands smoothing over her hips to her thighs; she stiffened, waiting for his touch there, but this he teasingly avoided. He wanted to worship the body he had missed for so, so long.
She sighed under his touch, now relaxing from the lightness of his kisses along her legs. Little by little his hands caressed the stress from her. Finally he arrived back at the juncture of her thighs, his hand lightly brushing her along her sex. She arched herself inadvertently under his touch, gasping at the reality of what was occuring. Slowly he allowed two fingers to part her; she gasped as he bent them against her sweet spot, moaning loudly when his thumb began to tease her pearl. He covered her moans with his lips, swallowing her pleasure.
As they parted for air, she whispered into his mouth, “Make love to me.”
Pulling himself free of his leggings, he parted her thighs and slid between them; lifting her legs to be around his waist to avoid pressing against her pregnant belly. Gently he shifted himself into her, and in unison they sighed at the sorely missed sensation. Leaning ever closer, he gazed lovingly into her emerald eyes as he grinded against her. The adoration within his eyes brought her to tears once more, for it were something she had deeply longed for.
Though tender, he pushed harder within her, his eyes fixated upon her own, their lips grazing.
The intense cry of her zenith pushed Legolas to his own and together they reached their peak.
Panting, Legolas slipped down to lay by her side, enveloping her body with his, nuzzling his face into her neck. “I have so missed you…” He whispered.
She couldn’t help but giggle girlishly. “I could tell, and I have missed you too, meleth nin.”
The hearth was ablaze as they sat within the smaller, private dining room for their morning meal. There was a chill in the air due to the snows, and the warmth of the fire was welcoming. They sat in relative silence, simply enjoying the delicious arrays of foods before them. However, it was the prince who was to break the quiet.
“My Lady Celebrian,” He began as he turned to look at her. “It slipped my mind to ask you yesterday, but I am curious as to the reasons behind the contents of your letter. Is it not arduous to return to the Valley now with the snows?” He eyed her with a sense of suspicion.
Yet, she sipped her wine calmly. “That depends on the route one chooses to take.” She smiled. “Besides, your waterfalls are too few and too small.” She added in jest.
Legolas rose an eyebrow but could not help but laugh.
“We have quite large waterfalls, thank you very much.” Thranduil protested, feigning seriousness.
“And other things, it seems.” She added, making the ellyn present look at her confused. Adlanniel, however, paled.
“You should understand it yourself, cund vuin, the need to stay away from the allure of… sweet… heavy wine.”
Thranduil’s eyes darkened then, once he understood the underlying meaning of her words. “I think you have had enough, Celebrian.”
“And you too, I hope.” She retorted, taking another, long draft from her chalice in spite. Thranduil’s gaze became severe.
“Wise ones,” she continued, “know when to stop. The less wise need someone’s assistance to do so.”
“I feel ill.” Came Adlanniel’s meek voice suddenly. All eyes turned to her.
“May I be excused again?”
“I am coming with you,” Legolas said adamantly. “I see the light fading from your eyes. You are more than just ill.” He eyed his father and Celebrian then. Adlanniel did not protest but simply nodded. She felt too weak to object.
“What are you doing, Celebrian?” Thranduil grumbled after the young couple left.
Celebrian took another sip of her wine. “She has to tell him. She cannot withhold it from him any longer, lest she wishes to perish.”
“I thought she and I were to tell him together.”
“Do you seriously wish to be there for the first wave of his rage? Were you not beaten enough during the last battle?” She narrowed her eyes on him.
Thranduil’s gaze steeled. “And you wish for your own daughter to have to experience it? Am I not just as much to blame as she?”
“Legolas would never raise his hand to her. He loves her far too much to do so.” She sipped her wine again, calmly. “I still care for you, Thranduil. I do not wish you any more unnecessary harm.”
Thranduil sighed, “It will happen, one way or another.”
“But you do not have to be in the front line. Not this time.”
“I would rather be on the frontline, than her.”
Legolas, holding Adlanniel around the waist to steady her, assisted her to sit upon the sofa. “Meleth nin, shall I bring you some tea?” He suggested, moving to the teapot and cups before she could even answer.
“I laid with your father, Legolas.” The words burned in her throat. “And I am deeply sorry.”
The apology vanished within the sounds of the cracking of both the teapot and the cup.
Sindarin - English
Le veleth e-guil nîn, Adlanniel - You are the love of my life, Adlanniel.
Gi melin, Legolas, cund vuin - I love you, Legolas, my prince.
Meleth nin - my love
cund vuin - my prince
gwannun - twins
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood