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A liaison in the Great Greenwood	By : Azukiel Category: +Third Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 7956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Aran nin, I sensed a great pain and sadness as I rode closer to the palace. Tell me, what has happened.” Glorfindel pressed as Thranduil lead him to some more private quarters.
“Wait until we are inside in the warmth.” The Elvenking almost hesitated to answer. “And seated with some wine.”
Once they were seated comfortably, and the servants who had brought the wine had left, Glorfindel crossed his legs and eyed his old friend. “Something dire has occurred here, it is plainly obvious. I can feel that you are in pain… and Adlanniel…” He stopped and looked at the door. “Celebrian is here… but Legolas, I cannot sense his presence.”
“He is one of the reasons I called for your urgent arrival Glorfindel.” Thranduil took an almost nervous sip of his wine. He still felt nauseous with guilt and worry. “He has disappeared and been missing for the better part of this week. None of my search parties have been able to locate him, and even I have not been able to sense him. It seems that my teachings of concealment spells are keeping him well hidden from us.”
“Which makes me wonder why?” Glorfindel eyed Thranduil harder, his golden brows furrowing. “What have you done Oropherion?”
Thranduil gulped at the use of his last name. He had not been called such since the times Silveth would scold him.
“A rather severe indiscretion.” He replied, his eyes downcast.
“So you did sleep with her, didn’t you?”

Thranduil’s eyes shot open wide as he stared at his golden-haired counterpart.
“I could sense something amiss when she came to the war camp. And now, it is as if it is painted as a picture before me. You and Adlanniel had an affair.” Glorfindel continued to glower.
Thranduil downcast his eyes once more. “Yes, we did.” He replied.
“And what did you hope to gain from such a thing?” Glorfindel continued, his eyes still steely and harsh.
“Nothing was gained Glorfindel, it was simply lust…”
“And you let your lust destroy the beauty that Adlanniel and Legolas had had together?” Glorfindel’s voice rose now, his hands clenched the arms of his chair.
“It had not been my intention…”
“But you were stupid enough to allow it to happen! Do not dare tell me it had not been your intention! I thought you to be better than this Thranduil! I would never have thought you would have allowed lust to overcome you despite your yearnings! What in the name of Eru has come over you?”
“I..do not know…” Thranduil was lost for words, a very rare occurrence, especially in the face of his closest friend and ally.
“I know how much you miss Silveth Thranduil. I know how much her loss has broken you. I know how much you desire to be loved again. But to take your own son’s wife into your bed and have sex with her repeatedly? I still cannot get my head around the fact that she herself allowed you to seduce her and was just as willing!”
“We made a terrible mistake Glorfindel… One that we both feel truly guilty for and regret with every ounce of our beings.”
“I sure would fucking hope so!” Glorfindel crossed his arms angrily. “If she were not with child I would whip that backside of hers!”
Then a sudden realisation hit him like a tonne of stone. “Do not tell me that the children are yours…”

Thranduil lowered his eyes and looked away shamefully.
Glorfindel was across the table and on Thranduil within a heartbeat. Thranduil could feel the crack of his jaw as Glorfindel’s fist connected with his face. “They are?” Glorfindel hissed as he grabbed Thranduil harshly by the collar. “Give me a reason why I should not kill you here for your son’s sake!”
“Only one is mine,” Thranduil admitted, his face throbbing in pain.
“One!?” Glorfindel almost shouted as he shoved Thranduil back. “How is that possible?!”
“I don’t know how Glorfindel, but she was already pregnant with Legolas’ child when she conceived mine. It just happened…”
Glorfindel stared at him incredulously, “Do you love her then? For that is the only way possible that you could have impregnated her,” He said, almost with a hiss.
Thranduil thought hard. His heart was torn and his answer was not easy to come by. The mere thought made his soul weep, and burning tears began to sting at his eyes. “To some degree… yes… I do love her.”
Glorfindel sighed and shook his head as he massaged his temple. He had been expecting such an answer, as much as he had tried to deny it to himself. “And she obviously feels love for you. Yet I know that she still loves Legolas as much as she always has, nothing will ever change that. But now with your actions, you have destroyed him, and he may never forgive either of you.”
“I know…”
“You are his father and always will be. You will always be connected to him by blood. But Adlanniel is not. The only connection she will have now is the child yet to be born. Even with a child, it may not be enough for Legolas to forgive her and want to continue being with her. He may decide to never set eyes upon her or the children, and I fear that will end in her demise. I can already sense how grief-stricken she is from what she has done, and rightfully so. But her death would also destroy Legolas, regardless of what she has done to him. And so I guess that is why you have sent for me; To try to mediate this whole debacle you and she have created?”

“That is one of the reasons, yes.” Thranduil confirmed quietly, “And to bring him home, or at least make sure he is safe. I know what I have done, but we are both grief-stricken with worry.”
“And what if he does not wish to be found?”
“Please Glorfindel, talk some sense into him. It is dangerous for Adlanniel’s pregnancy to be as worried and as guilt and grief-stricken as she has been. Recently she has started to bleed again. I fear for her and the gwannun’s safety. She has become frightfully ill.”
Glorfindel’s eyes had widened at hearing that Adlanniel had started to bleed again, his eyes then became steely cold once more. “I will do this for Legolas and the children,” He agreed. “They are innocent in this whole mess. But first, I wish to speak to Adlanniel.”
“Would that be such a good idea now?” Thranduil tried to protest.
“I must hear her own words. But you, Oropherion, you are to stay here and away from her!”

After a few light knocks on the heavy oaken door, it creaked open, and Celebrian appeared from the darkness.
“It is good to see you, my dear friend.” She greeted as the two embraced warmly. “I apologize that I did not greet you upon your arrival.”
“It is quite alright, I now know the reason as to why I was called here in the first place.”
“Oh, so he told you everything then.” Her voice became sullen as she sighed.
“Yes.” Glorfindel furrowed his brow once more as he leaned against the doorframe.
“I am sorry that you have been brought into this disaster, but we could not think of any other way to save Legolas.”
“As I told Thranduil earlier, perhaps the poor lad does not need saving. Perhaps he just needs to be left alone.”
“He’s been gone for over a week,” Celebrian answered. “Adlanniel’s condition is worsening with every passing day. I fear that if we do not bring the prince home soon, she will whittle away to nothing and be lost to us. I know that what she and Thranduil have done is dire, but I cannot allow this fate befall my daughter. She made a mistake and she does not deserve to lose her life over it. And the children yet to be born. We all fear for their safety. Adlanniel started to bleed once again…”
“I was told.” Glorfindel’s face softened. “May I see her?”
Celebrian looked back through the door. “She is well enough for now, but I do beg you to show some kindness to her.”
“I am not here to scold her, my dear. I am sure she’s already received a few earfulls.”
“Very well, just…”
“I will be gentle.” Glorfindel reassured her as he placed his hand upon her shoulder and looked into the room.

Entering, he could see Adlanniel in her bed, her handmaiden sitting beside her, wiping her mistress’ forehead with a cloth. Gwendalyn was rather surprised to see Glorfindel approaching, and almost dropped the cloth she had been holding.
“Hiril vuin!” She gasped.
“Who… who is it?” Adlanniel murmured.
“May I speak to her alone?” He whispered as he looked down at Gwendalyn. Nodding, she stood up and, placing the cloth on the nearby table, made her leave.
“It is your uncle, darling. Do not fear.” He replied gently as he took Gwendalyn’s place at Adlanniel’s bedside, and took up the cloth to continue wiping her pasty face. He was saddened by her sunken and almost deathly countenance.
“Uncle?” Adlanniel’s voice rasped as she tried to raise herself, but Glorfindel gently pushed her back down.
“Rest, my dear, you have to regain your strength,” He said.
“But… you know?”
Glorfindel gave a nod but smiled at her assuringly. “Thranduil told me everything. Yet I knew the moment I looked upon him. I had had my suspicions when you were at camp. You, your mother and he have been very crafty at hiding it, especially from your father and grandparents. But the cat is out of the bag now amongst us and there is no point giving you another earful about it. You made a mistake. None of us are innocent of making mistakes; not Thranduil, not Legolas, not your mother or father, not even honorable looking me.”
Adlanniel tried to give a weak smile. “And I thought you’d whip me again like you used to when I had been a naughty child.”
“I am still considering it.” He frowned as he crossed his arms. “But I think you are more than old enough to understand what has happened and the direness of the situation. You have told Legolas the truth, and even though he has practically vanished, it is one step in the right direction.”

Adlanniel suddenly felt her stomach churn. Legolas was missing within the denseness of the forest. Tears began to flood down her eyes as she looked up at Glorfindel desperately. “Please, beloved uncle, please will you find him? He trusts you like no other and you’re the only one who can break through the webs he has woven to conceal himself. Please, please bring him back to me!”
Glorfindel wiped the tears from her face with the cloth. “If he wants to be found, my dear, I will find him.”
“And if he does not, which is already obvious?” She pushed.
“I will still find him. But whether or not he will want to return with me, I cannot tell.”
“I just need to know that he is alright and unhurt!”
“Do you still love him then?”
Adlanniel looked at Glorfindel, dumbfounded. “Of course I do! I always have and I always will love him! I know I betrayed the love I have for him, but I still do love him with every part of my soul!”
Glorfindel nodded simply and rinsed the cloth in the nearby bowl of water.
“But you love the elvenking as well, do you not?”
“What are you trying to say?” Adlanniel shook on her arms as she tried to rise, her face now angered.
“Calm yourself, pinnig, I am not trying to accuse you of anything. But I must know. Do you love Thranduil, or do you not?”
She downcast her eyes just as the king had done, and with that Glorfindel knew her answer. “I do…” She whispered. “Some wretched part of me loves him, uncle. But I swear to you that my love for Legolas overshadows everything. I swear it upon all of the names of the Valar. I swear it upon the name of Eru Iluvatar himself!” She had grasped his arm desperately then; the paleness of her face made her look like a weeping corpse begging for a life renewed.
“I believe you, Adlanniel.” Glorfindel sighed. “You and Thranduil could not have possibly conceived a child without love being between the both of you.”
“Did he say he loved me?” A small spark of hope lit in her eyes.
“For you both to have conceived a child together, you both obviously have to love each other to some degree.” He reminded her calmly. “But do not let it give you any form of hope, for if you wish to continue loving him, he will no longer reciprocate it.”
“I know…” Adlanniel whimpered. “I just wanted him to admit it to me himself.”
“You know that he never will unless he definitely had a chance with you.”
“In another life maybe, or if Legolas did not exist.” She stopped and stared off into nothingness. “I wish I did not exist. If I was not here none of this would have happened; Thranduil would not have been tempted and Legolas would have found a more wholesome and faithful wife.”
“And what of the children?” Glorfindel asked her, almost crossly.
“They were conceived on a lie…”
“Regardless of how they were begotten, they are innocent in all of this, do you understand?” He took her by the shoulders and pulled her up to stare deeply into her eyes. He could see the life fading from them.
“They do not deserve to die and neither do you! You blundered, and you admitted the truth to the one that you had wronged. The Valar will see that as a good deed and will forgive you. Legolas will take some time, but with time he will heal. He will forgive you. You do still know that he loves you just as much as you love him. Do not despair. But, you must let your feelings for Thranduil go. They are wrong and misplaced.”

Fresh tears began to fall down her sunken eyes as she lowered them once more. “I know…” She wept. “I just want Legolas to come home, and I want to tell him again how sorry I am.”
“You will have your chance, you just have to give him some time. Remember, this is a lot for him to process as well, and will be extremely difficult for him to stomach. But regardless of what his decision is, you must keep yourself strong for the sake of the children you bear, regardless of who their fathers are.”
Adlanniel took the cloth from Glorfindel and wiped her eyes and face with it. “You are right, you all have been. Just please, find him.”
“I will, but you must promise that you’ll stay strong for me. Promise me Adlanniel.”
“I promise.”
“Good girl.” He wrapped his arms gently around her and embraced her warmly for a long while. She longed for them to be Legolas’ arms; for her to wake up in them and for him to tell her that all was well. Yet, that was a far away dream. Still, the gentle embrace of her beloved Golden Flower was enough to bring her some comfort. Though her mother had given her many words of encouragement and reassurance, they all had held false hope in her heart. Now that her beloved uncle was there, she had hope renewed for she knew that he and only he could locate her jilted prince.

For three days Glorfindel trekked through the Greenwood, hunting for any signs of the prince’s presence. He had first found his trail leading from the Queen’s tomb and back out into the forest, yet the prince had done well to cover his tracks. A single footprint or misplaced rocks or branches were all Glorfindel had to go by as the concealment magic the prince used was strong.
He stood before the great oak now and looked up into its branches. He was as ancient as the gigantuan tree, and as it swayed and creaked in the wind, it sang to him. Every whisper fluttered down into his elven ears; the prince had been standing in his very spot just over a week past. He had gone west and deeper into the denseness of the forest.
With as much haste as he could muster, he set forth from the great oak and spent many hours dodging falling snow that had weighed down the branches of the trees that held it.

As the day fell into night Glorfindel finally came upon a heavy-set tree covered in ivy vines, an obscure protrusion coming from its side. He would have completely missed it had it not been for the trees whispering down to him once more.
A flet, it seemed; withered by decades of the elements, was hidden beneath the vines.
Glorfindel looked up the half-rotted ladder. Of course there was not even a peep or a rustle from inside. Carefully, and with as much litheness as one elf could procure, he made his way up the ladder and into the flet.
Despite the depressing sight before him, Glorfindel managed to beam his usual smile.
“Cund vuin, there you are! Do you know how long I’ve been searching for you?”

Sindarin - English
Aran nin - My king
gwannun - twins
hiril vuin - my lord
pinnig - my child
cund vuin - my prince
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood