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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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Legolas slowly turned to her, not paying any heed to the hot brew staining the right side of his leggings. His face drained of all blood, and within his pointed ears rang a sharp noise. He could not even comprehend what he had just heard. And yet, his hand quivered almost violently for he had heard her words as clear as day.
Several emotions crossed his facial features at the moment his eyes found hers. Utter surprise, disbelief, rage and once again disbelief which pushed a soft scoff up his throat.
“You laid with my father.” Legolas tasted each of the bitter words on his tongue like he was swallowing a poison.
“What do you mean, you laid with my father?” He asked, his voice rising.
Adlanniel felt like she could shrink into herself. “I am so sorry, Legolas… So deeply, immensely sorry…” Tears welled in her eyes. “I wish I could turn back time and…”
“And what?” He seethed, still in partial doubt. Then, his eyes fell down upon her swollen belly. He swallowed uneasily and felt nauseous at that moment.
Adlanniel stood up on her shaky legs, tears now flowing freely down her cheeks. “I wish there was some way to undo it, I swear…” She wept.
“They’re not mine.” The prince looked back up at her, his face riddled with a turbulent mixture of indignation, self-doubt and disbelief.
Adlanniel shook her head quickly. “No, it is not like that. It happened after I became pregnant. Legolas, I am so sorry… I know I cannot ask for your forgiveness, but please… please, …”
“Please what? How dare you ask for understanding when you spread your legs for my… for Valar sake I cannot even say it!!” Legolas shouted at her now. “You became his mistress, his fucking whore!”
Adlanniel cringed at his harsh words.
“Why should I trust you? Why should I trust that these spawn are mine?”
“Sp... spawn?” The pain of such a word tore her heart asunder. Absentmindedly, she ran her hand over her baby bump, as if trying to protect the twins from any harm. “Legolas, they are innocent.”
Legolas glared at her incredulously. “So you are admitting that they are not mine?”
She shook her head again. “No, I am not admitting anything, I…”
“Just tell me the fucking truth! I am sick of hearing such stories. I am sick of your deceit!” He slammed his hand down on the tea table beside him, hard enough that the shattered pieces of porcelain on the floor rattled from the force.
“One.” Adlanniel admitted. “One is not yours.” She lowered her eyes shamefully.
Legolas’ eyes widened. “What? One? How in the stinking ass of Melkor is that even possible? Is this another one of your arrant fucking lies?”
“Why would I lie now? ” She asked desperately. “I have just admitted I laid with your father, so what would I have to gain from lying to you now?”
“How am I supposed to know? After a millennium together I thought I knew you, Adlanniel… But I was wrong. I was so, so very wrong…”
“Legolas…” Adlanniel reached for his hand, but he recoiled from her.
“Do not touch me with the hands that have caressed my father!” Tears of agony were now stinging his eyes. “You disgust me!”
‘You disgust me…’ The same words his father had once hissed at her.
“I am sorry.”
“Sorry for fucking my father? Did you enjoy it? I sure hope it was worth every damned moment.” He spat bitterly.
Adlanniel did not know how to respond to his accusations, and so dropped her eyes to the floor underfoot.
“You did! You enjoyed it more than you enjoyed being with me!” Legolas seethed. “Unbelievable!”
“No!” Adlanniel’s eyes once more shot up to him in desperation. “I love you. Please believe me!”
“To the Void with you, you whoring leech.”
Adlanniel fell to her knees in despair. In her desperation she once more attempted to reach out to him. She still held onto the faint hope that it was all but a bad dream that she’d soon awaken from.
“Get the fuck away from me.” Legolas hissed. With that, he stormed past her and slammed the door behind him, ignoring the elves that had stopped at hearing the shouting from within the chambers of their prince.
The sword in his hand gleamed as he shoved open the dining room door. Celebrian and Thranduil stood, startled by his sudden entrance.
Thranduil cleared his throat. “It seems you… spoke with Adlanniel.” He started.
“How could you?” Legolas spat.
“Legolas, put the sword away.” Celebrian ordered sternly.
“And you.” Legolas seethed further, his eyes steeled upon her. “You knew. That is the real reason why you wanted to take her away. You knew!”
“I did…” She sighed.
“And you approve?”
“I foresaw images, they were not clear but they pointed to this. Adlanniel admitted it to me when I confronted her.” She calmly walked to the prince and put her hands on the top of the sword.
“Do you approve?” Legolas pushed once more.
“I do not approve Legolas. And I do not approve of this as well. Put the sword away. You know you do not want to harm your father.”
Legolas hesitated.
“You do not want to kill him. You are hurt, and you are enraged. You wish the ones who harmed you to feel the same heartache, but you cannot kill your own father. You would not be able to live with that. Give me the sword.”
The sword fell loose from his hands, and Celebrian caught it by the hilt. Legolas stared at her in a daze. Celebrian then backed away and placed the sword out of reach.
Tears of grief once more trickled down the prince’s pale cheeks as his his eyes trailed from the sword back to his father. “How could you?” He repeated painfully.
Thranduil sighed deeply. “I am sorry, ion nín. I had not planned any of it.”
“You whored around with my fianceé. You impregnated her and now I am supposed to believe how sorry you are?”
“Legolas… You must understand that after your mother died…”
“After you let my mother die…” Legolas spat.
A terrible and ancient sorrow filled Thranduil's eyes then. “Yes.” He whispered, taking once again the responsibility for Silveth´s death.
“And now you took my wife as well! Tell me, was it because you could not handle seeing anyone else in love, or are you merely a selfish bastard who does not care who he destroys, as long as he gets his pleasure?”
“Legolas!” Celebrian chided. “You are speaking to your father.”
“He is no father to me. Not anymore.” He leant closer to Thranduil then. “You are dead to me.” He whispered in both promise and spite. “You are more dead than my naneth to me.” Then he smirked. “But do not despair for you will have another heir soon. The one your mistress is going to spawn.”
Seeing how his words stung the king, Legolas turned away from him, a barbed satisfaction written upon his face. He focused on Celebrian then. “Take your wretched daughter from here.” Waiting for no confirmation or denial of his direct order, he strode towards the door.
“Legolas,” Thranduil spoke quietly from his chair where he had collapsed after his son’s tirade.
“What?” Legolas spat from the doorstep.
“Adlanniel told you because she wants you to stop her from falling down this road. You can succeed where I had failed.”
Legolas gave no more chances for words to be shared as he exited the room once more.

Celebrian sighed as she continued to stare at the door. “At least he did not try to kill you as he had originally planned.”
Thranduil merely nodded, still somewhat stunned by his son’s outburst.
“I shall go retrieve my daughter. You… stay away from the wine.”
Thranduil scoffed as he steals his chalice from the table.
“Thranduil!” Celebrian warned him sternly. Groaning, he placed the chalice back onto the table and put his face into his hands. His mind began to spin.
Sighing, Celebrian’s eyes became sympathetic. She even stroked his pristine hair. “I know it hurts but it is for the best and you know it.”
“Remind me why I had let you go?” He murmured heavily into his hands.
“You did not. I left.” She reminded him. “Now I have to go to find my daughter. Can I trust that you will not do anything foolish?”
Thranduil looked up at her. “You know me, Celebrian.”
“That is why I am concerned.”
His ancient face remained emotionless. “Go and save your daughter. I shall… survive, as I always have.”
“Surviving is good. Living is better, and preferable.” Her eyes travelled to the sword, lying forgotten where she had put it. “You can thank me later.”
“I will.” Thranduil promised. “After I am assured Adlanniel is safe. Only then will I give you the keys to my cellar.”
“Already been there and tasted your sweet wine, my dear. But I would not say no to renewing the memories.” Grinning, Celebrian nodded and left him be.
Once alone, he wept relentlessly into his hands.

His head span like a tempestuous hurricane as he stumbled through the snow along the jagged ravine. All the emotions he felt whirled deep within his stomach, making him feel increasingly nauseous. The bile that rose up his throat burned terribly as he vomited, the chill of the snow almost freezing his tears to his face. Wiping his mouth haphazardly with his sleeve, he continued to make his way down the ravine till he reached the door he had avoided visiting for so long. The simple thought of going there was as painful as the day they had laid her to rest.
Once the stone door grinded to a close behind him, he stared at his mother’s effigy in a daze. He had been so young when she had died, and the vision of her beautiful face was cruel enough to escape him then. Her song-bird voice would not come to his ears and so he laid himself upon her sarcophagus and cried.
“Oh nana,” He sobbed painfully. “What have I done to deserve this? Please, tell me what have I done? Have I not been a loyal and dutiful son to father, have I not been a loyal and loving husband to…” Her name burned in his throat. “To her? Tell me!” He wailed desperately. “Nana, please tell me...why do I deserve this rancor? Is it because of that one time I was unfaithful? I have truly regretted that since the moment it occured. Is this my punishment for it? Have I done something to betray father? What have I done?”
The scream of frustration that left him resonated and echoed through the domed tomb.
It took quite some time for him to calm himself, as a plethora of possible outcomes flooded through his mind. Would he allow her to remain his father’s mistress? No, his love for her was too fierce to even consider sharing her. But how could he possibly love her now? Yet, he did. Somehow, that one emotion; that one bitter-sweet and cruel emotion was still there. Perhaps they could return to the Valley together, as her mother had intended, away from any form of temptation. There they could be together, there they could heal. But how could he bear to look upon her now? How could he bring himself to forgive her? The wretched thoughts of her philandering with his father, their naked bodies grinding together in ecstasy… the bile rose in his throat once more.
He had to get away; just looking at her would bring on all his pain and rage. The babies… she had said one was not his. How was that even possible? How could they have had the desire to create a life together? To create a life meant the desire for family bonds and unrequited love...
Legolas’ mind swam with discord; if one of the babies was his father’s, then surely they were in love with each other. Yet however, if the other child was his then she had to love him enough also. His head hammered with a headache now; what was going to be his ultimate solution? No answers came to him in any form. Not even a whisper. He could not turn to those he had trusted most in the world, for now that trust lay shattered.
Perhaps the answers Legolas sought had to come from within.
Staggering back out into the open, Legolas scaled the wall of the ravine and aimlessly made his way into the forest, the snow and ice that broached the winter branches now dampening him to the core.
He did not know how, but soon he came across the giant oak that towered above the canopy of the forest; The giant oak that he and Adlanniel had shared such intimate moments in. The giant oak that he and his father would scale together when he was a child to sit amongst its branches to read and play games. As he gazed up at the beautiful snow capped branches, he wondered how life had gotten so complicated so quickly. Icy tears once more began to fall, and he dragged himself away from the reminiscing.
Finally, when he could no longer tell what time of day it were, he came across an old, abandoned outpost. Climbing up into the rundown flet he leant up against the broken wall and slid down to hug his knees. And there he stayed.
The dapple gray’s hooves pelted through the mud and sleet as it galloped towards the palace at full speed. Its rider’s flaxen waves fluttered wildly from the icy wind. For six days he had rode long and hard, and finally he came upon the welcoming gates of the Woodland palace. Yet no joy did he feel, for the letter that had urgently requested his return had been dire and stoic in nature.
Dismounting his tired steed, he handed the reigns to the waiting stable hand and strode over to where the Elvenking stood waiting.
“Aran nin, I came here with all due haste,” said Glorfindel.

Elvish - English
ion nín - my son
nana - mum
aran nin - my king/ your majesty
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood