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A Frozen Sun	By : Esequell Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 2546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
Translations
Forgive me/Sorry - Goheno nin
My Lady - Hiril Vuin
My lord - Hir vuin
My love - Meleth nin
I love you - Gi melin

8 - The Broad, Cold Sky
'What were you doing!' Legolas' brow was furrowed.
Phe had never seen the prince angry. He was not as intimidating as his Father. Before he could ask her any more questions, Olerydes waddled up behind him and pulled him back.
'Leave her be,' she commanded. 'Do you think chastising her will help? You are no counselor. Go and get something to drink!'
Legolas huffed at her insistence but went. Olerydes slid onto the seat beside Phe and put an arm around her shoulders.
'I was worried you might try this. If Ada did the same to me, I think I would too. But you have been given a new name! You can stay here in the Greenwood with us. Phe, why would you try to kill yourself now that you have hope?'
Phe closed her eyes slowly, as though the energy taken to keep them open was simply too much.
'It is a feeling,' she whispered.
Olerydes nodded.
'So is love,' she whispered. 'Is there noone here you love?'
Phe finally looked into Olerydes eyes. She nodded.
'Yes,' she whispered. 'But I will not be allowed to stay. When my Father finds out he will kill me.'
Olerydes pressed her lips together in thought.
'Your Father is not your Father anymore,' she said.
'He will always be my Father. A new name does not change that.'
'Legally it does,' she said. 'We will not let him take you by force.'
Phe stared at the carpet.
What must I do now? I am afraid to defy Ada, but I am more afraid to be without Thranduil!
Phe thought of the King, of his anger and his gentle hands and his kind heart, hidden under layers of duty and expectation. I have ruined everything with my stupidity!
'Dearest?' Olerydes touched Phe's neck gently. 'Is this about Ada?'
Phe shook her head but she dissolved into tears. Olerydes only nodded and drew her into an embrace. Phe collapsed into her arms and began to sob, uncaring that Legolas was just behind them holding a bottle of wine, looking stricken. After a while he turned and left, apparently at a loss as for how to deal with Phe's deeper emotions. Olerydes stroked her hair and kissed her temple softly. Phe was reminded terribly of her Mother's unconditional love. Suddenly she missed Faendis terribly.
000
Legolas arrived home late in the afternoon, damp from a ride in the rain, sweaty and in need of a bath. Instead he went to see Olerydes, who pulled him into a quiet spot and whispered;
'Ada is so unhappy. He has been in his study all day long! Even Leesha is asking where he is! Listen. I have an idea.'
When she explained it, Legolas shook his head.
'I am not sure they need any help,' he said reluctantly.
'What makes you say that?'
'I saw them kissing.'
'This will help. Go and tell Ada that Phe wants to talk to him. I will tell Phe that he is gravely ill.'
'Olerydes, no-'
'It is just a little push,' she smiled confidently.
000
Phe wrung her hands at the door to Thranduil's study.
Those liars! He is not ill. I should have known Olerydes would try something like this!
Thranduil glared at her as if she had personally insulted him.
Perhaps I have!
For a minute she thought he might throw her out but then he said, dangerously;
'Shut the door.'
She padded into the awful silence where only the scratching of his pen disturbed the quiet. She went to the Ungol tank to take a look at Daeben, who was sleeping in her web. Then she stood gazing at him.
Reassure me, she prayed. Do not be angry with me. Please, please do not be angry. I need you!
Then Thranduil stood and crossed the room. From a hook on the wall he pulled his own traveling cloak. He strode back to her. Phe held her ground on faith alone.
'I did not really mean to jump-' she finally said.
'I do not care!' he hissed. He bent so that his face occupied her vision. He pushed the cloak into her hands. His fingers brushed hers and sent a jolt of need down her spine. 'You will find a will to live, you selfish fool, or you will get out!'
His voice echoed in the silent office. Phe felt as though all the strength had gone out of her spine. She fled in terror. She made it to the door, blinded by tears and managed to get through it despite the fact no part of her body would coordinate itself. She even managed to reach a place to sit before she lost her legs. The door to his study remained resolutely shut after the initial bang.
I could strangle her! Was a stupid, selfish waste of life! I will not reward her for this childishness!
Thranduil hid his tears behind his hand. As soon as he could he bit them back and sank again into his chair. His hands trembled. If he had been a low born elf he might have gone after her. There were things a King could not do and chasing a weeping lady was one of them.
000
That night, Phe was reacquainted with a broken heart. She wept bitterly, taking strength from Olerydes presence. Then the older girl broke into tears herself and confessed her involvement. Phe escaped for a day and a night to a disused room where everything was covered with sheets. Olerydes found her by candlelight on the first evening and begged her forgiveness but Phe locked the door and refused to let her in.
Phe drew the dusty covering off the bed and slept on a pink comforter. She cried so much that the pillow was sodden when she was done and her eyes were sore. His rejection hurt more than Phe had anticipated. She ate nothing until the second afternoon when she dragged herself unwillingly down to the kitchen and asked Salla to make her a sandwich.
Soon after, Olerydes bought dinner up to her and again asked for her forgiveness. She seemed so contrite and Phe was so exhausted that she gave it. Phe did not see the King again for some time. His absence hurt.
000
Phe spent a lot of time with Olerydes in the days that followed. They sat together in their chambers, mending their trust. They talked and sewed and played with Leesha. They taught her to weave and then set up a target across the room. It turned out that Leesha was much better with an arrow than she was with a needle. She had a natural affinity for balance and distance which Olerydes intended to communicate to their Father as soon as possible, for if Leesha could master a bow they need all worry less for the girls safety.
An aide bought up a basket and Olerydes fished about and bought out a parcel of herbs. She started making tea with them and made sure Phe drank at least three of them every day. If Phe was honest, she soon came to hate the taste but still Olerydes brewed the foul concoction and made her drink, until one day Phe woke up feeling bright.
She rose slowly, her head a bit light. She looked at herself in the mirror as though she had not seen her own truth for a long time. An aide had come in daily to brush and braid her hair but so rarely did Phe gaze into the glass herself. She had certainly avoided seeing how thin she had gotten and how her eyes were perpetually ringed with dark circles. She pushed her hair back and looked now. The dark circles were gone. She bent to touch her toes and the pain was nothing but a dull ache to remind her of her fall. She stepped onto the balcony, this time it was to feel the suns warmth.
The first Spring sun fell on the empty window boxes and hinted at the end of Winter. The first warm breeze caught her gown and blew it softly about her bare legs. Phe smiled at the sun.
She could see Anion below. It was still early but he was already on his horse. Legolas was beside him and he was giving the boy a lesson in his bow. A few minutes later they wheeled about and took off together into the woods.
Phe put on a shawl and went downstairs.
The grass was cold under her bare feet and moist with the passage of a thousand mucous creatures. The few plants which could survive the winter struggled on, their thick leaves tired from a season of extracting goodness from air and frost. She trod lightly over them. She went across the pond on the round stepping stones. Little ripples spread from their base, hinting that years of alternating hot and cold had weakened them. Phe found fish sleeping under a sheet of ice that was fast melting.
The sun warmed her face while the wind chilled her bones. It was good to feel the air on her skin and in her hair. She gazed at the early spring sky, in all its arching splendour. It reminded her of the colour of his eyes. Phe felt a stab of sadness at the thought of him and she regretted all that had passed between them on the roof.
Phe was laying upon his cloak on the damp grass when a foot landed near her head. She turned and there was Thranduil, his hair braided over one shoulder. He wore nothing but a casual overcoat and a pair of leggings. He folded his arms. Phe sensed his anger had diminished slightly, for which she was very grateful.
'The sun drew me outside,' she said as she sat up slowly. Thranduil saw what she had lain on and remembered the circumstances in which he had given it to her. 'It is so warm, I think the Winter has finally passed. My lord? Does it not gladden your heart?'
'It does,' he said. 'But not so much as your smile. It has been too long, hiril vuin.'
Phe felt ashamed. Feeling better in herself had made her reflect on how close she had come to the end of her life. Her tears tried to rise but this time it was because of how she felt about Thranduil. She had begun to feel as if he might not love her because of her foolishness.
'Goheno nin, my lord. I did not mean to hurt you,' she whispered.
Thranduil seemed to accept that with the bow of his head. Then he said;
'My lady, will you take a walk with me?'
He took her toward the forest. The bracken poked at her ankles, the pine needles stuck between her toes. Thranduil walked slowly and for some time he was silent until at last he stopped beside a rushing stream. He turned to gaze at her beauty.
'The darkness is rising again, my lady. We who are elf-kind must face that which has been bought forth by men and dwarves. The dragon wakes in the mountain. I feel his breath in my sleep!'
'What are you saying, my lord? Is there to be another battle?'
Thranduil watched the birds. They fluttered excitedly from branch to branch, welcoming the first rays of spring and promise of a decent meal.
'Always I have tried to protect my family and my Kingdom by avoiding the foolish troubles of men. This time I may not have that choice.'
Phe put her hand on his arm softly.
He is warm, just like I remember him. He even smells the same! I have missed him until it hurts!
Thranduil smiled at her. It seemed he lost a bit of his edge to her touch.
'Will you fight, then?' she asked.
'If Sauron brings his evil to my borders, I will. Soon our time on these shores will be over and the last of the elves will sail or perish.'
Phe nodded.
'I feel it too. It is as if the very Earth is telling us, it is almost time.'
He laid a hand on the trunk of a great tree and gazed into the bare branches. He smiled.
'I am at home here. The forest is a part of me. It is my very blood. If I should fall I would like to return here to my rest.'
Phe moved a bit closer and laid her head on his arm.
'Do not fall, my lord.'
Thranduil's crystalline gaze fell back to Earth and settled on her face. Then he opened his arms and wrapped them about her waist. He laid his chin on the top of her head and closed his eyes.
'I should not have been so harsh,' he admitted softly. 'When you needed me I was not there. To take your life is the most grievous crime, but I can see now that it was desperation that lead you there.'
Phe buried her nose in his shoulder. Her tears wet his coat.
'I did not mean to hurt you-' she whispered, her voice small. 'I do not know why I went up there! I did not mean to do it!'
Thranduil caught her face and kissed her softly on the lips. He rested his forehead on her temple and sighed softly.
'I thought you would never speak to me again,' Phe choked. She could not stop her fingers seeking the warmth of his skin.
The King enfolded her in a fierce hug and said;
'I was angry. I could not bear to lose you.'
She made a noise like a choked sob and gathered herself to speak.
'I will not do it again. I swear. Will you forgive me? I missed you so much!'
Thranduil's lids fluttered against her temple. He caressed her cheek with reassuring fingers and nodded.
'Forgive me,' he said softly. 'I did not mean to abandon you.'
Phe nodded quickly and reached for his collar and draw him in for a kiss. She smiled against his mouth. For a long time Thranduil remained with his backside against the tree and Phe in his arms. He took the time to touch her neck and ears with light fingertips, as though he was trying to know the hidden parts of her. He placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose and smiled when she laughed.
'It is good to hear you laugh,' he said.
'I know. It is strange to my ears still. But welcome!'
'Come with me,' he said. 'I have something to show you.'
He lead her into the woods. It took some time to reach the clearing and more than once he lead her through tunnels and passageways in the rock. She wondered if they were in the Greenwood or still within the caves of Sindaroth.
Then she saw it; a tree whose twisting boughs circled a knotted core, whose spiral shape pointed upward like a spear. Its wood was almost white and so were its leaves. Phe was not sure if the glow that emanated from it was real, or just a trick of her eyes. Thranduil's hands were warm as he pulled her closer to touch the twisted trunk.
'I have not been here in an age,' he said reverently.
'Why not?'
'I have lost my faith, hiril vuin,' he confessed.
He laid his hand over hers and closed his eyes. Phe was not sure what to expect but then a warmth raced up her arm and opened a door in her mind. Images flooded in; the living memories of light and voices. Suddenly she felt as though she was looking down on a thousand years of the Greenwood elves.
Permeating every particle of dust and stone, every strand of hair, every heart and body, every tree, was a field of life that thrummed so loudly Phe almost wrenched her hand away in fright. It faded into a heartbeat which became two, intertwined. She understood. Two as one who lived half within each other. It was the way of the oldest elves, who knew how to meld two souls together.
Then she saw Thranduil's. His cheek had been melted away by a great fire. He lay on a bed in bandages and refused all but the healer's aid.
A flash of light bought the sound of a child to her ears. Then the tree was silent.
Thranduil opened his eyes. Phe gazed at his cheek, wondering how he had remained so beautiful after so terrible an injury.
'I know what you saw.'
'Thranduil, I-I saw them! Two elves that came here in the ancient times. Like a mother and father...they became the forest. They still live! They faded and became the trees!'
Thranduil smiled then, more to himself.
'Yes, they live. Within the tree and within all that is connected to the tree. All the soil and the little creatures that go crawling on their bellies,' he looked at the great, white oak and smiled. Phe slid her hand into his and smiled at him.
'How can you lose your faith when you see such things?'
'I doubt their reasons,' he said. 'That is all.'
'I was taught there was one great God, a god of starlight,' she said. 'But they feel like Gods too, like protectors and creators of this place.'
'Maybe there are many,' he conceded, running his fingers gently down the bark. 'Come, my lady. I have something else to show you.
000
A long walk bought them to the enchanted cavern. Thranduil pushed aside the hanging ivy and lead her inside to the sweet scent of fresh grass and flowers. It was summer and the birds were singing. It was so warm that Phe took off her borrowed cloak and laughed.
'What is this place!' she caught one of his hands. She saw how their fingers intertwined, both fair and smooth. His were much larger and now she thought about it, quite calloused too.
The hands of a warrior, not an artist like Rosdaer!
'There is magic yet in the Greenwood,' he said.
Thranduil felt a warm breeze stir his hair and breathed in deeply, delighted to feel the summer again, even if it was only by magic.
'I would not have believed in magic before this!' Phe said.
She caught his gaze and saw that something had reminded him of an old pain. His smile faded and he gazed at her hand within his. Then, silently he had her sit upon a patch of grass and moss.
'Thranduil?' she scooted closer to touch his bare wrists. 'What is it? You look like you have seen a ghost!'
'An old secret,' he finally said softly. 'Once you said you wish to know me as Thranduil. Do you still wish it?'
'Yes,' Phe whispered. 'But what can be so bad that you must look so pained!'
Thranduil's smile was crisp. He remembered clearly the pain and his shame and terror on returning home to Haliel as half a man.
My own arrogance and stupidity!
'Has Anion showed you Daeben yet?' he asked.
'Yes. I admit he nearly frightened me to death! She is very fast. I confess I have no idea how you did it. He says you tamed her for him.'
Thranduil nodded shallowly.
'It is a gift. My children have it from me as I inherited it from Oropher. One day I will teach Legolas how to use it and then he too will have command of the woodland. It is a great responsibility. It is not for our entertainment. It is to protect our kin and our home.'
Phe guessed.
'And...your face has something to do with it, I suppose?'
'Everything to do with it,' he said. 'Once, in the folly of youth, an overconfident elf decided that he would claim back his ancient heritage and attempt to bind a dragon. Once in the North he found a serpent, the last, great serpent. The King of Dragons, only he, reasoned the young King, was a suitable conquest. But the dragon's will was stronger. When he broke free of my control he turned on me and burned away my face.'
Phe stared at him.
'But you look whole?'
'A mirage, hiril vuin, nothing more. For my vanity.'
Phe nodded, her breath coming shorter, panic rising.
'You will not want to see me,' he said.
'You fear my disgust,' Phe grasped his hand. His face was as unguarded as a child's.
'I am afraid to look,' she admitted. 'You give me strength! If I see you wounded...I think it will break my heart.'
Thranduil smiled.
'That is a mistake my son makes too. I am not invulnerable, my princess.'
Phe did not really want to believe that.
'Show me?' she said finally. To refuse would hurt him. Phe was afraid to look but more afraid to hurt him so.
Phe had been hoping she would be calm and gaze adoringly into his face as Olerydes would have done, unafraid and endlessly compassionate for all his suffering. She wanted to give him all the strength he seemed to lack in this, but when his cheek melted away, she looked away in cold fear. She might have handled his open cheek, the pink tendon, the flash of his teeth, but his single, white blind eye made her sick and dizzy and cold. She tried so hard to push those feelings down and see him for who he was. Suddenly her illusion was shattered. The mighty King was a collection of lies and mirages. She was almost disappointed in him, almost angry. Thranduil caught her chin and bought her face up. She hid behind her closed lids, too afraid to look.
'Why am I so different with a wound than I am when I am beautiful?' he breathed. 'Do you not love me after all, my princess?'
His soft humour masked a deeper pain. She could hear his insecurity. Phe broke. She opened her eyes and there was the blind eye and the ruined face, but half of him was still whole. That seemed to symbolise the two people he was forced to be. She looked, her eyes full of tears and then finding that it was not so bad after a while, she lifted a hand to see if it was real. He caught it.
'Be gentle,' he said. 'It still pains me.'
He let her go. Phe's fingertips danced along the edge of his scar. Then she touched the pink tendon lightly and saw that this was no illusion. Her fingertip sunk into his cheek. The tendon gave. It was very warm and more delicate than skin.
It is real! God, I feel I will be sick!
'Why does it not heal?' she whispered, to mask her terror.
'Dragonfire destroys immortal flesh,' he said. 'It cannot mend.'
Phe looked away from the bubbled flesh and the rucked and crumpled skin.
'Forgive me,' she whispered. 'I do love you. One wound will not change that!'
Thranduil gazed at her. Phe saw sadness in his eyes.
'You called me a liar,' she finally whispered. 'You said I wear a mask!'
Thranduil had the decency to dip his head.
'Goheno nin, my love. I was remiss to speak to you so.'
She went warm at his endearment.
'Yes, you were,' she chided him, but it was becoming playful. 'You find me half a woman, as I find you half a face!' she teased.
He smiled. 'You feel whole to me,' he leaned in to take her by the waist.
When she glanced at him in surprise and fear he said gently, 'Do not fear me. You did not fear me before and you will not in five minutes time, when I have kissed you and proved that I am whole in all the important ways.'
Phe laughed to cover her nervousness. 'A mind so filthy as yours should not be contained as you keep it!'
Thranduil pecked her cheek. His flesh was as soft as she was accustomed to and he was warm and lovely as ever. Phe closed her eyes. She could feel the strange texture of his ruined face. The bubbled skin was actually very soft. Phe had expected the injury to be slimy or otherwise cool and unpleasant but it was warm and dry. She opened her eyes to look on him and let him softly kiss her lips. His eyelid fluttered so sweetly over his ruined eye.
He is still Thranduil! Still my Thranduil! Oh Valar, he is beautiful, and so brave!
'I think I am used to it now,' she said.
He breathed a shaky sigh of relief and buried his face in her hair. She put her hands in his hair and whispered her own confession.
'I am not whole either, my lord. Inside I am broken and torn. Still grieving. Rosdaer was my escape. When he died I was forced to return to my Father, who since has used me for politics and never once asked me how I fare.'
'I am certain he loves you,' Thranduil said warmly.
'I hardly care to find out any more,' Phe lied.
'He wounded you,' Thranduil put a hand gently between her breasts, over her heart. 'In here, where there is little medicine to be had except time and patience and perhaps the love of another. I understand. My Father fought with his softness all his life, as he fought with the weakness inside me. The long years since his death have taught me that my strength lies in honesty with myself, in breaking down what was taught to me, what fetters me. But that is my own wisdom gained from experience and it does not heal the boy inside me, who still longs for Ada's approval.'
Phe gazed into his ruined face.
It seems as if he is more himself now! As if the constant fear of discovery had lead him to be guarded. I will accept him and ensure he knows it, then perhaps he will be so sweet with me all the time!
'Now I see your truth I find you more yourself than ever before,' she smiled.
A moment later his face mended itself. Phe touched him and found him whole. She brushed her soft fingers down his cheek.
'How beautiful you are, my lord.'
He tugged her down and had her curl up beside him, in the crook of his arm, with her head on his chest.
'Thranduil? I want to stay here and build a little cottage right there!' she pointed to the stream.
'I will build you one.'
'You? With these hands or with the hands of an aide, O King?' She teased him by picking up one of his limp hands and inspecting his palms. 'Soft, for a builder.'
'Such a clever mouth you have. I will show you what I can do when I am stripped of silk and titles!'
'Mmm,' Phe hummed against his jaw. 'I do not know about titles but I should like to see you stripped of silk.'
Thranduil closed the gap and took her mouth gently with his. Phe wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him enthusiastically. He gave an appreciative moan when she squeezed his backside and he pushed his hips into her warmth.
'Please-' she whimpered. 'Thranduil!'
He put a hand under her gown to squeeze her thigh and his nose to her throat to smell her skin and taste her vein. She smelled of Jasmine. He had always loved Jasmine most of all. Phe wrapped her arms around him in silent encouragement. He was warm and solid and heavier than Rosdaer.
He sighed softly when she played with his hair and drew his favourite mithril circlet off his head. She put it down gently behind her and smoothed his warm, soft hair back off his face. He popped her thumb into his mouth and played with it with his tongue. The unexpected result was a sudden shift in her hips. She pressed her face into his neck, her breaths coming faster and hotter under his collar.
Her fingers were shaking. She managed to unbutton his overcoat anyway and slid a hand beneath to touch his shoulders. He made a noise and shrugged it off. It fell over them like a blanket. He eased her legs apart gently and pressed his hips suggestively into hers, a tempting hint at what he wanted to do. Phe pressed back. She wanted nothing more than to follow these kisses with the real thing. Just the thought of his naked body against hers after all this time was enough to make her so wet she was soaking through her undergarments.
I hope he finds them sodden, she thought. I would like to see his face when he sees how wet I am!
She licked his ear and tangled her hands in his hair.
'Oh, yes!' she breathed involuntarily, when his fingers brushed over her thigh toward her core. She knew he would find her willing and ready.
Thranduil was shaking. He was more nervous than he had imagined likely for an elf his age. He wondered if the tree had done something to him, made him more vulnerable, opened his heart somehow. Her little sighs and encouragements were going straight to his groin but he was almost afraid to touch her in case he hurt her. Then Phe began peeling off his shirt and tugging it out of the waist of his leggings to put her hot little hands underneath to touch his belly.
'Your touch is perfect!' he moaned.
He took her mouth with a renewed vigor and enjoyed her moan of enjoyment. Phe tossed his shirt in the same direction as his crown and then she was touching him, her fingers warm and eager. She squeezed him and rubbed the little spots where she found tight muscles and made him relax in a way that few other women had ever done. When his body had gone as limp as a bonefish, she sucked his ear and made him want more than a good rub down, and soon. He was so hard that it was straining at his leggings and he wanted nothing more than to free his member and rub it against her warmth. He remembered how eagerly she had sucked him and thought that he would happily have debased himself in a hundred ways to get her to do it again.
He made a noise when he found her silk wet through. He ran his fingertips over the evidence of her arousal. His breath came shorter, his eyes dark with desire. With eager hands he pulled them down her thighs and slid his fingers up to find her center, to rub it as he had done the first night. Phe whimpered when he brushed a fingertip through her wetness to tease her entrance and she rocked her hips and grabbed his arms, begging for more.
Thranduil rubbed her sensitive spot slowly. She sighed warmly into his jaw and opened her mouth to nibble his bare throat. He started when she bit him and moaned she she soothed it with her tongue. His rhythm broke and Phe sat up slowly to push him onto his backside. She tugged his laces loose and got his leggings off his hips and down his thighs very quickly. She bent, her soft hair tickling his bare legs and licked his erection gently. He gasped and buried both his hands in her hair, thanking every God he could name that she seemed so keen to do this, because it was his second favourite act. Phe sank onto his erection and let her tongue and lips do the work. Thranduil moaned and tensed under her, pushing into her mouth eagerly. His hands were gentle and so were his thrusts but she sensed he wanted more.
Phe moaned softly as the heat from his hands and the smell of his skin conspired to make her even wetter. Suddenly she wanted her gown off, she needed to feel his skin. She used her tongue to make him arch and hiss her name, his fingers tightening perfectly on her back. Up and down she went, so slow and steady that she was sure by now he would feel as if she was torturing him deliberately. She was. At least until he pulled her up and kissed her so forcefully that Phe smiled against his lips. When he felt it he pushed his tongue into her mouth and made her moan.
'Take this off!' she whimpered urgently. Thranduil slid his fingers under the laces of her gown and pulled. They broke and Phe wriggled out of it and tossed it on top of his circlet.
Thranduil grabbed her and kissed her firmly. His member was still wet from her mouth. She felt it brush her thigh by accident as he pushed her onto her back. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him fervently. He prodded promisingly at her. Phe wanted him to go that little bit further and enter her, but he seemed to be teasing her now, leaving her cold and wet and empty. Then he miscalculated and his little, teasing thrust and he touched her body, all hot and soaked. She arched.
'Thranduil!' she moaned. 'Please! I want you!'
Thranduil brushed a soft touch over her breast. Her nipple hardened instantly and she made a choked little noise and encouraged him. Then he brought his body down to touch hers. Phe whimpered. His skin was as soft as silk and his hair cascaded off his shoulders and tickled her face. Phe ran her hands over his muscles and squeezed his backside.
'Phe-' it passed his lips like a little prayer for her comfort. He caught her ankle and wrapped it around his thigh. 'I do not want to hurt you.'
'Just be gentle,' she suggested.
Phe made a happy little noise as he pushed inside her gently. She gripped his neck and whimpered a string on unintelligibly lovely things. Through lack of use, it stretched and stung her a little. She gasped when he began to work himself deeper with shallow little thrusts that made his breath uneven and his cheeks pink. Discomfort faded to be replaced by pleasure as she became accustomed to him. Thranduil eased himself deep enough that Phe arched her back and cried out for more. He caught her face between his hands and sat to work with a slow, thorough kiss. He supposed she felt as vulnerable as he did, so much at stake over so small an act.
'Am I hurting you?' he breathed urgently, against her lips.
Phe shook her head. Then she choked out a surprised little noise and shuddered, promisingly.
'Deeper, Thranduil, please-' she pleaded near his ear.
Helpless for more of the impossibly tight warmth, he obliged her. She sent shocks of pleasure up his spine and down his legs. Suddenly his existence was centered on where they joined. He felt something unfurling behind his eyes, something needy and primal.
Lights! It is too late to stop now. I do not care if we make a child by accident. I would love to see her pregnant!
When he looked down, her mouth was open and her eyes closed. She looked ready to release in his arms. His body tightened in anticipation of his climax. He forced it to relax just to prolong this pleasure.
'I never took a lover,' she breathed suddenly, 'I had forgotten. Thranduil. Make me remember. You feel so good!'
Phe moaned into his kiss involuntarily as he drew almost out of her body and then plunged firmly back in. She cried out. Between her legs it had grown so hot that she was no longer in control of her bucking hips. She could see the shimmering lights coming close. They flitted to and fro in her peripheral vision, threatening a disaster that she did not have the will to avoid. Thranduil gripped her bottom and drove himself into her firmly. Suddenly he hit a spot deep inside and she arched and grabbed him. She could feel herself, legs wide open and her heart thundering, her whole body tensed and eager and receptive and desperate for more. She cried out suddenly and he was surprised by her sudden strength. She tightened around his hardness in waves. Before she could do more than pull him down roughly she cried out into his hair and when he looked down he found her panting, her eyes heavy and her thighs trembling.
He kissed her softly and found she received it happily, tangling her tongue with his. Thranduil tensed and filled her as far a he could. He moaned helplessly as she tilted her hips to accept him unreservedly. He bit back a cry as her body drew him into a protracted orgasm that left him shaking and spent. His cheeks flushed, he buried his face in her breasts and slid from her body. Phe held onto him tightly and would not let him go. He was grateful for it.
'I knew you loved me,' she breathed, her sweet little hands in his hair.
Thranduil could feel her heart jumping under his nose. He remembered feeling similarly with Haliel, but that was such a long time ago that he had forgotten how potent it was, how urgent his need was now to keep her safe.
'I loved you,' she sighed softly. 'Even before you kissed me.'
Thranduil raised his head to enfolded her in his arms and draw her onto his chest. He lay on his back, his member still wet and tingling. Phe encircled him with her arms and put one of her smooth, shapely thighs over his legs. Thranduil buried his nose in her hair.
'Gi melin,' he whispered, his heart on fire. Phe choked and whispered her love back to him, her warm little hands seeking to bring him closer. He wrapped her in his arms and cloak and lay on the grass, complete but frightened.
If by the morning she has disappeared with my rings like half the others then I will call myself a fool and never love again.
How that had hurt him, to have his last lover bought back by the guards! To have to stare at her a second time!
000
Waking was such sweet pleasure. The morning had worn on and Thranduil opened his eyes to see Phe resting silently on his chest. Her dark eyes were open but she was smiling, her hair strewn like a river of chocolate over his body. Phe smiled for him.
'Good morning, my King.'
'Meleth nin,' he said warmly. He ran a hand up her bare back.
I am still wearing four rings. My circlet is there. She had neither raided the treasure hoard or made off with my captain of the guard. Thank the Valar!
Phe wrapped a leg over his body suggestively. Thranduil dropped a hand to squeeze her thigh. The cloak had slipped off them in the night. He saw how lovely her legs were. He had not noticed in the haste of their first coupling. She was all soft curves and sweet, smooth flesh that woke his body a second time and made him adjust their position so that he could kiss her cheek, then her chin, and then her lips.
Phe sat up slowly, exposing a slender, curvy shape that was by no means too thin but which seemed to have redefined proportion so beautifully. Thranduil was aching before he had even touched her. He sat up and sought her lips and found them warm and willing. Eagerly she opened her mouth under his.
'You are so beautiful, my lord,' she said, appreciatively.
Thranduil actually flushed, taken aback by how sweetly she said it. He caught her hand and kissed it and then let it roam over his chest.
Phe smiled. His face was flushed, his body lean and muscular. She had thought a man who sat down a lot would be a bit soft underneath his fine clothes, but Thranduil was not soft. He had a strong chest and a flat belly and legs well used to riding. He drew her into his embrace and planted kisses down her neck. When he put a hand between her legs and found her wet, he rubbed her slowly, patiently until she was keening and rubbing herself against his hand.
'Turn over,' he encouraged.
Phe knelt in front of him and put her hands in the moss.
Thranduil ran his free hand over her bottom and saw she had nice, curvy hips.
I have always loved curvy hips. If she does become pregnant it may not be so hard on her. Thranduil smiled softly. How would I explain that to Olerydes?!
He rubbed her core with two gentle fingers until she became so wet that they were sliding to and fro without resistance. Phe shuddered underneath him and he was sure she had just climaxed because she became relaxed and sighed his name. She shuddered when he leaned over her back and kissed her shoulder.
Then he guided himself into her body and gripped her backside while he took her. With an excruciating patience (which Phe felt would have to go) he began to tease her with shallow little thrusts that left her core twitching and needy, her body unfulfilled.
'Mine,' he growled softly.
'Yes!' she burst out, delighted.
He grabbed her soft belly, more primal desires rising than a mere orgasm. Deep inside her, the potential for another little distraction, all warm and soft and full of baby smells. The memory of little newborn hands rose to torment him, so sweetly. Pushing it down was not so hard but it lingered in the back of his mind, a warm temptation.
I will marry her. When she is mine I will fill her with more than my seed, but I have seen the lights. I do not think we have that long! The Gods must will it.
His lips on the back of her neck, his hands on her ribs, he found her breasts, all plump and round and incredibly soft and filled his hands with them, thinking that they might soon feed his children. He listened to her whimper and moan. He climaxed without meaning to, his body following where his mind had gone, to fill her with potential.
Afterwards, he lay curled around her smaller body. He brushed the hair off her face as she slept. Already he wanted her again.
000
The Winter chill had eased with the passage into early spring. Phe woke three mornings later, in his bed. Thranduil slept beside her. His breathing was soft and even and his hair a river of molten gold. How she loved his hair, especially when it tickled her back when they made love. It got everywhere, into cracks and crevices that he should surely be disgusted to put it. He had a habit of flicking it off his face which drove Phe mad with lust, because every time he did it she would see a flicker of arrogance in his face, a hint of pride. He knew he was beautiful. She was now jealousy protective that she, and only she, got to touch him.
Thranduil rose to find Phe weeping at the dresser.
This is not what I hoped to wake up to!
'I would have preferred to find you with your lips around me,' he murmured, as he bent to pick up the letter she had discarded.
He read it. His face went from the mild amusement to sorrow.
'Oh, meleth nin,' he finally said. He bent down to look into her face. She had been weeping for some time now and she was red and puffy.
'I cannot!' she wept, her body shaking with her tears.
Thranduil pulled her to her feet and into his arms and bought her towards the bed to wrap her gently in his embrace and in his blankets. In a few minutes she stopped making him all wet.
'I cannot bear it, Thranduil! I cannot go! He has promised me to some Lords son. Do not let him, please, do not let him drag me away from you!'
Thranduil cupped her face.
'He cannot,' he shook his head. 'He cannot. He will have to send an army to take you!'
Then at the door, a little scratching suggested that Daeben and Anion were up and about.
'Shhh, dry your tears,' he whispered.
'But-'
'Ada?' came a little voice. Thranduil had guessed this might happen. Anion pushed the door and in scuttled Daeben. The Ungol had doubled in size. Soon it would be a case of keeping her in a stable, not a basket. She had already covered all the house in webs and started hoarding pretty items, too. This upset Thranduil very much because he too had a taste for those gems and he would often find his favourites in her nest. She did not appreciate his reclaiming them. Anion had made her a lead and collar and the spider had taken to them quite well, but guests did not like it much. More than once visiting ladies had fainted at the sight of her.
Now the boy was staring at his Ada, and Phe's tearful expression. Even though Phe tried to smile at him, Anion took a quick step back, confused and upset. Then he turned and fled, his spider close behind him.

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