A liaison in the Great Greenwood

Chapter 62

    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.