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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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That songbird voice he had thought he’d never hear again whilst in Arda. Thranduil’s eyes snapped up in shock. And there she stood, as beautiful and as regal as she had been on the day he had met her.
   “S...Silveth??” His voice stuttered. He blinked hard, not once but thrice. Yet, there she stood at the feet of the sarcophagus of her image.
“Have my eyes been deceived by some spell?” His voice trailed as he continued to stare at her, dazed.
   “Or perhaps deceived by your current condition.” She replied, looking up to him with those pale, crystalline blue eyes he had so adored. She sighed then and turned her body to face him completely. “Thranduil, what are you doing?”
   “What am I doing?” He repeated as his eyes lowered, the question echoing itself through his mind. The answer was as clear as day, and yet it blinded him and he could not see it.
“I do not know…”
   “You know very well.” She chastised. “Look at me.”
   He immediately obeyed, his heart racing at the authority in her voice. He could not remember that last time she had used such a tone to scold him, but it felt like it were a day so near.
   “What are you doing?” She repeated. Her eyes now narrowed and pinned his gaze to hers.
   He had not realised that tears now streamed down his cheeks as he gazed back at her, rooted to where he stood, her straightforwardness shaking him to the very core.
   “Trying to fade away so that I may receive my judgment and punishment from Namo.”

   Moving around the foot of the sarcophagus, she came closer to him, and yet stood still out of reach.
   “You cannot flee from what you and Adlanniel have done, Thranduil.” She replied. “And there will be nothing gained from your passing, but more pain and suffering to add upon which you have already wrought.”
   “But this guilt is slowly consuming me…” He sobbed.
   “It is the punishment that you were asking for, but you must endure it here in Arda and not in Mandos.” She answered calmly. “As I must bear the fact that my husband betrayed me after death, as he planted his seed in the womb of another.” Her eyes steeled then, which sent a chill down his spine, forcing him to lower his eyes in shame again.
   “I guess I did…” He admitted reluctantly, as he slowly sunk to his knees.
   “You betrayed me, Thranduil. Our wedding vows were for life and in passing. You betrayed our son!” The pain in her eyes wrenched his heart from his chest, and he began to sob relentlessly. Despite his remorse, her anger would not ebb yet.
   “The viper among lilies…” She repeated once shared words again and the bright aura that had surrounded her began to darken.“Your poison has spread Thranduil. It has tainted the hearts of our beloved son and the one whom he loves so dearly..”
   “Yes…” Thranduil confessed helplessly. “Everything you say is true..”
    “As if I have ever lied to you.” She replied coldly. “And, as always, you did not heed the words I last shared with you.” Her voice was suddenly softer.
   He looked up to her confused, but then the memory of the dream he had had in his delirium came to mind; The one that Adlanniel had too seen.
   “So you were really there?”
   “I am where I am meant to be.” She replied simply. “Fill the Chalice of Truth. Without the chalice to be filled, no light can spread again.”
   Those words flooded Thranduil’s mind and heart. “But we did tell him the truth.”
    “She did.” Silveth corrected him.
    “And I admitted everything after he had come to confront me, as you must surely know.” Thranduil defended himself. “We did exactly what you asked, and now Adlanniel and her unborn babies are lost!”
    “Now you start to sound like my husband again,” Silveth said, her shimmering eyes bedazzling him. “Perhaps, you could start to think again as well?” Her voice was stern, yet somewhat playful..

   He blinked hard once more as his gaze refocussed. He still could not comprehend that she was right there, standing only a few feet from him. Yet were she really there, or but another illusion his clouded mind was creating?
   A small smile came across her lips then, and she came to stand before him, kneeling down so that she could look into his eyes.
   His eyes widened as she reached one of her delicate hands out to touch his face. The pain within his chest as his breath hitched almost winded him, for her touch was as warm as he had last felt it. He looked to her in utter shock, and almost mindlessly he brought his hand to touch hers. Yet, he felt nothing.
   “Silveth…” His voice choked with tears. “I’ll do whatever it takes to mend the hurt that I have wrought. To you… to our son. Please guide me in what I must do.”
   “Only Namo knows what shall transpire from now. You must walk whatever path he sets before you. It is not up to you to decide when your life here in Arda ends.”
   Thranduil nodded, his head hung low in shame.
    “Besides, you are the king, Thranduil. You must be there for our people, as you always were.”
   “I am tired of being a king,” he admitted.
   “Pouty child.” She chastised him again. “Everyone is allowed to make mistakes, but only a few are gifted with the wisdom which allows them to learn from them.”
   After a moment of silence, Thranduil once again lifted his gaze. “I was awaiting your question of which one I am, the wise or the foolish one.”
   “Oh, we already know the answer, bennig.”
   Thranduil groaned in frustration. “You know well how lost I am without you. What is a king without his wise and beautiful queen? Just a shadow roaming this earth without a purpose.”
    “Stop complaining and being so dismal. You have withstood more dire situations with your head held up high. You have fought lost battles and won, you…”
   “Yes, yes, I have!” He interrupted her. “But when it comes to women, these are the battles no ellon can win.”
   Silveth chuckled.
    “I miss you, meleth.” Thranduil admitted dolefully. “Since that day, my heart has wept to no end.”
   “I know,” she said, sadness painting her voice. “It was your weeping heart which allowed the darkness to plant its seed within our once beautiful forest and, eventually, ended up with poor Adlanniel jumping into the river.”
   Thranduil sobbed. “I need to find her, Silveth. I need to know if she…”
   Silveth stroked his cheek. “No, Thranduil. It is not your fate to go and search for her. This one must be left for our son. She is love of his life, not yours.”
   “Yet I am responsible…”
   “It was her decision. You would have not stopped her even if you were there.”
   “So I have to live without knowing if she survived?”
   “A punishment for your indiscretions.”
   Thranduil sighed heavily. “How long?”
   “As long as necessary.” She replied calmly. “What would be the punishment if I told you now?”
  “You are cruel.”
    She placed her finger upon his lips. “Say no bad word about the dead.”
    “You will always be the one that I love. Will that suffice?” He asked as he gazed into her eyes. Yet, when he moved to close the gap between them, Silveth stopped him.
    “You know you cannot do this, Thranduil. It is not the real me who you see right now. We have to wait until we reunite in Valinor, no matter how much we both may want it now.”
    “At least I must try. Anything to bring me back to you.” He replied stubbornly, pressing his lips to hers.
    What was supposed to be a kiss to bring him solace and dry his frozen tears felt more like the withered vine of his soul. Dried and prickly pieces of remorse clung to his mouth by the spiderwebs of his unspoken words. Taking in a sharp breath, he did not feel the sweet jasmine scent of his wife’s favourite perfume, only the dust of years passing by, leaving him thirsty for love and choked by loneliness. His heart skipped a beat, showing him what would have followed if he had been left outside in the cold, awaiting his icy judgement. His blood froze in his veins and but for a moment, encrusted him with the stillness of the afterlife, only to bring him back onto the cold floor of the crypt, leaving him to gasp for cold air and to struggle to make his blood flow again to bring some warmth to his tortured soul.
    Thranduil took a couple of deep breaths, searching for the warmth that had once emanated from his late wife. All he could find was a deep sorrow embroidering her soft sky blue eyes.
    “You never listen…” She whispered.
    “Of course he doesn’t.” Came another, very familiar voice from behind his back. A voice lost long ago in Dagorlad.
    “Now, after you have tasted the kiss of Mandos,“ the voice continued without a pause, “pull yourself together and make me proud again. For right now, I am truly disappointed in you, my son.”

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    Legolas stopped on the granite embankment, and gazed almost mindlessly along the endless river that continued before them. The river was wider now, and though the flow of the water seemed calm enough to create flocks of ice here and there, there were still deep underwater currents ready to consume anyone foolish enough to enter the river.
The chilling wind whipped his golden hair from his face as he continued to scan the water.
   Melethril, standing a mere foot before the rest of the searching group, noticed something peculiar clinging to a rock near the tip of his boot. At first he thought it to be mere snow and were about to ignore it, yet something in his gut willed him to look once again. His violet eyes widened as he bent down.
“Cund vuin?”
   Legolas turned to face him, his expression a frozen mask of desperate sadness. “What is it?”
   “I might have found something.” Melethril picked up the small shred of cloth, struggling to pick it from the ground in his mahogany leather gloves as the shred was already frozen solid with the rock it clung to. “Look. This might be another part of her nightgown.”
    Legolas took the sheer white fabric, and pulling off his glove, gently rubbed it between his fingers to break the ice. His eyes widened as the piece of fabric went pliant between his fingers. Against the cream white of the intricate lace and silk was a faint stain of maroon. The gasp that escaped his lips felt like ice shards within his throat. Once more his heart felt like it had ceased to beat life into him. “Blood…” His voice was a mere rasp in the gusts of wind.
   “Hers?” Melethril asked, concern riddled upon his face.
   “Yes.” Legolas replied gravely. “Spread, search for footprints.... anything.” He ordered the rest of the company before the ellyn had the chance to get too distracted by their own worries.
“Melethril…” The prince began when the others were out of earshot. “It is getting late and the weather will get worse. After you are done here, take the boys and head back to the palace. I shall continue my search on my own.”
“The fuck you are, Legolas.” He replied, his voice austere. “We’re not going anywhere. You cannot search the entire wilderness on your own, and, besides, nobody wants to face the king with both of you suddenly lost. And I am not going to mention that Adlanniel is not only your bride, she is also the best friend of Gwendalyn. I am not going anywhere.”
   Legolas looked upon him sincerely and placed a strong hand upon his shoulder in thanks.
“But Gwendalyn needs you now, especially during this time.”
   “She is going to kill me if I return without her - or you. So I am not going anywhere.” Melethril replied. “Even if we have to search every river, waterfall, lake and sea in Arda, I will not leave your side. None of us will.”
   The prince gave an appreciative smile and nodded. “Duly noted. Your loyalty warms the heart.”
   “We would go to all ends of the earth for our brothers and friends.” Melethril returned the smile in kind as he patted the prince’s opposite shoulder. “We’d do anything.”
“We indeed would.” Legolas concurred.
“We will find her, Legolas.” Melethril reassured him. “However long it takes.”
“I hope you are right, and that we find her before it is too late.”
Then both ellyn looked up at the weeping sky, glaring at the snowflakes silently covering the darkening woods.
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood