Misrule in Mirkwood Author: Ningloreth Title: Misrule in Mirkwood Story Number: 5 Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Legolas/Eowyn Summary: Legolas and Eowyn travel to Eryn Lasgalen hoping to persuade King Thranduil to give them his permission to marry-will Eowyn complete the tasks the Elvenking sets her? Who is terrorising Legolas' former lovers? And who is sleeping with Eomer? Author’s Note: Special edition with eight new scenes. Disclaimers: This story is rated NC-17 for violence and sexual scenes. Please do not read any further if you are not of legal age. The main characters in this story were created by JRR Tolkien and brought to the screen by Peter Jackson. No offence is intended and no profit is being made by borrowing them for use in this story, which is intended as a transformative commentary on the original. Elvish Tithen Lassui ... 'Little Leafy' Gwilwileth ... 'butterfly' Daer ... 'great, big' Tolo Brightstar ...'Come Brightstar' bedithon minui, aphado nin ... 'I will go first, follow me' Brôg ... 'bear'. Gîl síla erin lû e-govaded vín ... 'a star shines upon the hour of our meeting'. Baren bar lin ... 'my home is your home' Adaneth ... 'mortal woman' Adar ... 'father'; Ada ... 'dad' or 'daddy' Firith ... (the name of the woodland sprite) the elves' fourth season, late autumn or 'waning'. Ion nín ... 'my son'; Bereth nín ... 'my wife' and also 'my queen'; Híril nín ... 'my lady'; Melethril nín ... 'my (female) lover'; Melethron ... '(male) lover'; Lasdithen ... 'Little Leaf'. Eowyn vell nín ... 'my dear Eowyn' Cordof ... 'pippin'. Not the hobbit variety but a 'superior eating apple with yellow skin flushed with red; a person or thing that is admired'. ("She's a peach!") Gerich faer vara! ... 'You have a fiery spirit!' Gweneth ... 'virginity'. Edair ... 'Fathers' Sad Glawar ... 'Place of Sunshine' No i Melain na le ... 'May the Valar be with you Sílo Anor bo men lín ... 'May the sun shine on your road'. Adaneth dithen ... 'little woman'. Avo dhago den! ... ‘Don’t kill it!’ Hervess orchal ... ‘superior wife’ Downloaded from http://www.eryn-carantaur.com Misrule in Mirkwood Lasfain ... ‘Fairleaf’. Cuio mae, little adaneth brave. I wish you cuil 'lassui with Prince Legolas ... 'Live well brave little woman, I wish you a joyful life with Prince Legolas'. The Sindarin word for 'joy' is glass. Adjectives can be formed by adding 'ui'. And when an adjective follows a noun, the sound of its first letter is modified ('lenited') so that glassui, 'joyful' becomes 'lassui, Legolas... I think! Naughty Elvish Ceber ... 'erection' (literally, 'wooden stake') Ceber daur chîn ... 'your huge erection' Tynd ... 'breasts' (literally, 'mounds, hills'); tynd voe, soft mounds. Thâr ... 'pubic hair' (literally 'grass'). Criss ... 'vulva' (literally, 'cleft, cut'). Tuiw, meril, mîr ... 'clitoris' (literally, 'bud', 'rose' and 'treasure'—thanks to Gimli for providing the last. Rond ... 'vagina' (literally 'cave'); agor, 'tight (narrow)'; laug, 'warm'; loen, 'dripping wet'. Ceber ... 'erection' (literally, 'wooden stake'); Gerich veleth nín, 'I love you' (literally, 'you have my love'); ceber vain, 'beautiful stake'. Ceryn ... 'balls' Cuildithen ... 'orgasm' (literally, 'little life') Carel ellith ... 'doing ellith'. Cuinon! ... 'I come!' (literally, 'I live!'). Cuinam ... 'We come'. Nandorin (Green elvish) caras ... 'moated fortress' cogn ... 'bow' cwenda ... 'Elf' edel ... 'Elda, High-elf' Garma ... 'wolf' though struck out by Tolkien, apparently Lindi ... what the Nandor called themselves swarn ... 'perverse, obstructive, hard to deal with'. urc ... 'orc' (pl. yrc) The Beornings The Beornings have real Viking names and all the men have real 'by-names', or nicknames. These could sometimes be very insulting ('harm fart'). The chieftain's by-name, which makes both Eomer and Thranduil smile, appears to be quite flattering, however! Bergthórr beytill - Bergthórr horse-penis Óttarr in spaka - Óttarr the wise Heðinn austmannaskelfir - Heðinn, terror of the east-men Bjarni bjarki - Bjarni bear-cub Snorri blátönn - Snorri black-tooth Thorkell bogsveigir - Thorkell bow-swayer Chief Bergthórr's children, Bjarni and Gunnhildr, have the 'surnames' Bergthórsson and Bergthórsdottir, 'son of Bergthórr' and 'daughter of Bergthórr'. ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** Downloaded from http://www.eryn-carantaur.com Misrule in Mirkwood PREVIOUSLY "How many lovers did you have before me?" "Twelve," Legolas admitted. "Who were they?" "I cannot tell you that—" "Why not?" she interrupted. "I told you about mine—and, besides, I need to know." Legolas sighed—she was right. "There was an elleth my tutor hired," he said, "after my coming of age ceremony—she was the first. There was the daughter of my father's Chief Counsellor. Four ladies at court. An elleth I—er—knew in one of the settlements to the north of Mirkwood. And a serving elleth—" ... 'My son,' wrote Thranduil. 'My messenger has returned from Eryn Carantaur and told me how things are with you. And I must say that I am disappointed by your behaviour. You admitted to me that you had performed a travesty of the harvest rite with this mortal, but Aerandir tells me that you are now calling her your wife. Do not be a fool, Lassui! Both Lord Galdor and Lord Nevlondeion have, quite separately, assured me that this cannot be the case. 'Whatever words you may have exchanged with her are not sufficient to bind an elf to a mortal. There is therefore nothing to stop you leaving her if you have since come to your senses. Oh Lassui, if you could not keep your leggings laced, why did it have to be a mortal? Could you not at least have chosen one of your own kind? 'Aerandir, of course, extols her charms and says that all of your Counsellors adore her. I have heard about human women and their unique ability to pleasure an elf. Are you absolutely sure that she is not demonstrating her talents to them? Your choice of lovers has never been fortunate, Lassui.' "He tried to seduce them?" whispered Eowyn. "To prove to me that they did not love me," said Legolas, hugging her fiercely. Downloaded from http://www.eryn-carantaur.com Misrule in Mirkwood Chapter 1: Gwilwileth "Come in!" called Eowyn. The door opened. "Lady Eowyn? Is something wrong? Lord Legolas..." "Legolas is on the archery field, practising with the March Warden and his brothers, Lord Fingolfin," said Eowyn, "which is why I sent for you—I want to talk with you in private. Please come in and sit down." She gestured towards the chairs by the fire. Fingolfin, the oldest and most trusted of Legolas' Council of Advisors, looked uncomfortable, but did as she asked. "Can I offer you a drink, my lord?" "No, thank you." Eowyn nodded. "I have asked you here because I want," she said, "to make absolutely sure that we give the right impression, and I really do not know how to go about it..." "My lady?" "If this were a human realm—say, Rohan," said Eowyn, "and we were making a state visit to another human realm—say, Gondor—I would know exactly how to arrange it," she said. "I would know exactly how many counsellors, how many servants, how many guards to include in the king's retinue to convey dignity without ostentation. I would know exactly what gifts to take. I would know how to manage business once we were there. But these are not human realms—and so I do not know." "I see, my lady," said Fingolfin, though that was only partially true. "But surely, Lord Legolas —" "Needs help on this occasion," said Eowyn, "for he would prefer to go alone, on horseback." She sat down in the chair opposite the elf. "Can I be frank with you, my lord?" "Are you going to ask me to keep a confidence, my lady?" Eowyn thought for a moment. "Not from Legolas," she said, "for I will tell him what we have discussed. But from others—yes." Fingolfin considered her words. "From Lord Caranthir?" "No. I have no objections to Lord Caranthir's knowing, but..." She rose again, and walked towards one of the elegant stained glass windows. "I would be grateful if this did not become common knowledge, my lord." She placed her hand on the carved wooden frame, slowly tracing its subtle curves. "Whilst Legolas and I were in Minas Tirith, we received a letter from King Thranduil. I will not go into details—suffice to say that the King does not approve of his son's choice of wife and he claims that two experts in elven law have confirmed to him that Legolas and I are not legally married." "I see," said Fingolfin. "You do not sound surprised, my lord," said Eowyn, turning towards him. "In truth, my lady, I am not. King Thranduil is—shall we say—conservative where the law is concerned, and protective where his son is concerned." "He treats Legolas like a child," said Eowyn. Downloaded from http://www.eryn-carantaur.com Misrule in Mirkwood Fingolfin said nothing. "King Thranduil insists that, as Crown Prince of Eryn Lasgalen, Legolas cannot marry without his consent." "Is it necessary to pay any attention to the King's opinion, my lady? There is no one here who would challenge the legitimacy of your marriage. And, in time..." "We plan to have a child, my lord. And I do not have much time." "No. Of course, my lady." "We could not bear for the child's grandfather to treat him—or her—as illegitimate." "I understand, my lady." "So we hope to persuade King Thranduil to give us his consent. Then we will remarry, here in Eryn Carantaur, according to elven custom." The Counsellor nodded. "I want to do two things on this visit, my lord," said Eowyn. She sat down again, and leaned towards him. "I want to show King Thranduil just how much the son he still calls 'Tithen Lassui' is loved and respected by his own people." "Yes, my lady," said Fingolfin; now she had an ally.