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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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No reply came from the prince at Glorfindel's words.
"Cund vuin, you can trust me." He reaches out to touch Legolas' shoulder, but the prince recoiled from him.
"They sent you to find me, didn't they?" Legolas' voice was bitterly dry.
"They did. But I also came on my own accord."
"Why bother? I'm not going back."
"And I am not entirely here to convince you to."
Legolas looked up at him then. The pity that Glorfindel felt at that moment weighed heavily upon his heart; the prince's eyes were reddened and sunken from days of anguish.
"So what are you doing here?" Legolas pushed once more.
"I came here to lend you my support in such a difficult time; a time where it feels like all is against you."
"And is it not?" Legolas' voice choked.
"It may seem as such," Glorfindel replied, as he cautiously made his way to the prince's side again. "The world can often come crashing down around us, Legolas. But we always have the chance to rebuild from the rubble."
"And the rubble around me has turned to dust. There is no rebuilding from that." Legolas replied dejectedly.
"But even the mighty Phoenix can rise from mere ash." Glorfindel reiterated.
Legolas turned his eyes away, a single tear staining his dirt-smudged cheek.
"They betrayed me, Glorfindel." He began finally, his voice quivering.
"They jilted me to the worst degree. I cannot get it out of my head; them together...In my marriage bed!" His cracked lips snarled in disgust. Then, suddenly, his expression dropped and became sullen once more. "I feel so broken, Glorfindel; like a shattered sword that cannot be reforged. I feel so humiliated... How could I not have seen this earlier? I had my suspicions that something was wrong but... but this? And right beneath my very nose! They made children together..."
Glorfindel placed his hand on the prince's shoulder, and this time Legolas did not protest.
"I understand how humiliated you must feel, Legolas. They betrayed you and begot a child together in the thralls of their deception. However, do you not believe that one is yours?" He asked gently.
Legolas looked at him incredulously. "It is impossible!" He spat. "And the fact that she made up such a blatant lie is even more unforgivable!" His eyes then darkened further. "Why, do you believe this fallacy?"
Glorfindel sighed and nodded. "Despite what they have done, I do not think they would make such a lie. Why rub salt into wounds already so deep?"
"They would do it out of spite..." Legolas hissed.
"You know that is not so," Glorfindel replied calmly.
Legolas looked away once more. "Even if it is the truth..." He began, his voice hoarse, "They would have had to love each other in order to procreate. We elves cannot conceive otherwise."
"And you would be perfectly right." Glorfindel conceded. "Which also means that Adlanniel loves you to have conceived your child as well."
"Perhaps at the time of conception," Legolas mumbled bitterly. "But now? I beg to differ."
"And there, my friend, you could not be further from the truth." The older ellon sighed. "She does still very much love you."
"And why do you defend them and feed me more lies?" Legolas glowered, shifting his body angrily.
"I do no such thing, cund vuin, and you know that."
"How can you claim that she loves me after what they have done?" The fluttering of birds could be heard from outside due to the voice raised.
"Because the guilt that she suffers from her gaffe is tearing her apart..."
"That is no more than she deserves." Legolas cut in.
"It is killing her Legolas. She is dying."
Legolas' eyes widened then at Glorfindel's words. The prince knew that his confidant would not lie about such a matter.
"Dying?" He repeated.
The golden-haired ellon nodded dolefully. "I believe you have been in too much despair to have felt it. Do you still have the necklace she gave you?"
Legolas blinked hard as he quickly reached into his tunic to pull out the gold chain. His face became blank at the sight of the gem. Its former radiance was now dulled and lackluster. Slowly, he lowered the necklace into his hand, his eyes beginning to sting with tears. "I cannot allow her to die. But I cannot forgive her either. I cannot forgive either of them."
"And they know that Legolas. But do not punish the children yet to be born. They are innocent in this, regardless of how one may have been conceived."
"Then let him save them."
"He cannot Legolas."
"And why? He snaked himself into our wedding bed and seduced her anyway!"
"They are both at fault there," Glorfindel replied calmly. "And it was a catastrophic mistake on their part; a mistake they both regret."
Legolas scoffed and looked away once more, wiping the tears hastily from his eyes.
"You have every right to be furious at them Legolas. No one blames you. I would be as fuming hot as the forges of Aule if it were me in your situation. But Legolas, I beg you, do not hate the children for this. And as disappointed as I am with what she has done, I do not wish to see my niece's life fade away. She has done something grievous, but she does not deserve to die for it."
Legolas continued to look away for a long while, his eyes burning with tears as they slowly trailed their way down his dirt-smudged cheeks. He did not know what to think or what to do on the matter. His heart felt like it was no longer his own, his mind felt like it had drifted off to a plain unbeknown to him.
Taking a deep breath he finally turned to face his companion. "Does anyone else know about this... predicament?" He asked plainly.
"Not even the great Lady Galadriel is aware, as far as I know. No one else knows apart from those that you do know." He lied slightly, not wanting to bring trouble to Adlanniel's handmaiden. "But with your disappearance, there is some unrest at the palace. Some are questioning your relationship with Adlanniel, others are questioning your relationship with your father."
Legolas stared at him with steeled eyes. "I cannot allow word to get out about this scandalous affair. I will not allow my grandfather's legacy be tarnished further by his foolish offspring. I will not allow my people to suffer."
Glorfindel eyed him seriously. "Are you thinking to have your father abdicate the throne? Or force him from it?"
Legolas frowned then. "He would deserve such a thing, but no. That is not what I will do." He sighed then. "I hate to admit it, but I could never be half the ruler that he has been..." His voice was low.
Glorfindel rubbed the prince's shoulder. "I would not go so far as to say that. It is all one, enormous learning curve. I've already witnessed what you are capable of diplomatically, strategically and in warfare. You would be more than capable of ruling this realm. But even someone like your father needs advisors and the sort. No one can rule a kingdom alone."
Legolas nodded slowly in agreement. "You are right." He sighed. "But I would have giant boots to fill. Regardless, I still do not know if I want to stay in this realm, not till I can clear my mind of what they have done, and not till I can piece together but a resemblance of what my heart had been."
"Understood." Glorfindel nodded. "But what of Adlanniel?" He then asked, not as cautiously as he had previous.
"I will come to see her. Reassure her of my existence. We will share words... and then our farewells."
Glorfindel was deeply saddened by these words. "And of the children?"
Legolas looked away once more, "I do not know yet. I will cross that bridge when I come to it."
It took many days for them to make their way back through the denseness of the foliage and snows to the palace. Arriving in the grand courtyard, there were no souls to greet them, for they had sent no word of their return nor had they been expected.
The voices of his court turned to drabble as he leaned on his hand wearily. He had not eaten in many days due to the gutting worry that wrenched him from his usual demeanor.
His eyes lifted suddenly to see what he thought must be an illusion; alas the vision was only wishful thinking that his son had finally made his return. His lips parted, yet nothing but a wisp of breath came out. He sighed as his head slumped, the visions now of his deathly ill ex-lover now plaguing him. And yet, that feeling within his gut would not abate, despite the visions that now haunted him. His son was home.
"Aran nin,"
Thranduil's eyes snapped up at the familiar voice. "Glorfindel..." His voice strained. He went to stand but stumbled from his weariness. Glorfindel and Thranduil's servants went to immediately assist their king.
Glorfindel's eyes filled with worry. "We are home, aran nin, Legolas, your son, is safe."
"Is he well?" Thranduil immediately asked then.
"As weary as thee, it seems." The golden-haired ellon replied.
"Where is he?"
"I am here... adar." Legolas almost strained to refer to his father as such.
Thranduil's lips parted to speak, but once again no words left them. Legolas stepped forward, but it was not to embrace his father like in days past. He did not care for the eyes of the fellow courtiers that were now all upon him.
"I wish to speak with you privately." With those words, Legolas turned and walked out of the throne room.
Sindarin - English
Cund vuin - My prince
Aran nin - My king
Ellon - male elf
Adar - father
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood