A/N: I started writing this in October of last year which counts for it's inconsistency and the fact that it isn't all that good! However, I'd love to hear what you all think. It has all the sins and you won't get another chapter unless you review. I'm aiming for...3 for now. 3 reviews and you get another chapter. C'mon, you know you want it! ;)

-Deadly Sins-

Part 1: Pride

Piercing blue eyes watched intently from the other side of the room. Usually they were the colour of a summers' sky, but on this day they were darkened by greed and jealousy. Jealousy of one man: Faramir.

Legolas glowered across the library to where Faramir and the Lady Eowyn were speaking on the veranda outside. Since the return of the King, Minas Tirith had been a place of happiness and serenity. And no-one was happier than Faramir and Eowyn. Thrown together in the midst of war, chaos and uncertainty, the pair had found love, or so it seemed. Legolas found himself beginning to wish that it was not so.

Cursing himself, he tore his eyes away. They soon flicked back however, the beauty of the Lady too much to look away from. The Elf did not want to feel this way, he was in fact ashamed of his feelings. Always he thought that he had overcome them, and then she would glide past again and, once more, he would fall back into the same, dark pit.

Pride was all that stopped him from voicing these feelings. It seemed to be all that he had left. His dignity had abandoned him, his self-control threatened to follow and as for his heart... That seemed to be permanently in the Lady Eowyn's hand. And all she did was crush it by loving Faramir and not Legolas.

If only she did love him... Legolas rose suddenly and left the library. Stalking through the passages into the fresh air, Legolas thought carefully. It was folly to think this way, to ever believe that there could be a chance of love between them. Many a time the Elf had longed to give in, to sweep the slender, golden-haired beauty into his arms and to tell her his feelings.

But he could not. It would be wrong and dishonest to do such a thing. At least he had some control. Legolas did not wish to be hated and thought of in such ways. Therefore he could not ever speak of these feelings. He must stop them, before all his heart and soul fell to ruin.

"Are you certain that nothing is troubling you, my love?" Faramir asked tenderly.

"Yes, of course," Eowyn replied, running a soft hand across his cheek. "All is well. Why do you ask?"

"You seem distant and thoughtful all of a sudden," he said.

"And is it so bad for me to be thoughtful?" Eowyn jested.

"No, no," Faramir smiled. "Just unlike you to be quite so deep in your thoughts."

"I am just thinking of my brother and how different my life will be once we are married. It is hard for me to be apart from him, I am taking it too hard, I know." She planted a soft kiss on his lips and smiled. "Now you must go to our new King," she said. "I would not wish for you to anger him."

"That is true, my sweet lady," Faramir replied and smiled as he bade her farewell and then left. Eowyn looked out from the veranda and sighed. It was a great burden to lie to your betrothed. But, she reassured herself, it was all for the best.

"A flash of flaxen gold caught her eye and she glanced down to where Legolas was pacing the grounds. His presence in the library had not gone unnoticed and neither had his looks since his return from the Morannon. Telling Faramir of this would be unwise, which was why she had remained silent and thoughtful for all this time. The Elf was also the reason for her lying and for that she was angry.

But in a way Eowyn was proud of it as well. To hold a fair creature's attention for such a length of time could not wholly be frowned at. She, of course, would never give in to his feelings, nor would she inform him of her knowledge of them. But every time he glanced away from her inquiring eyes she smiled inwardly. Eowyn had not yet given up all the ways of an independent shieldmaiden.

In fact, she considered maybe Legolas should be put to the test. Smiling to herself, Eowyn left the veranda and the library, making her way to the gardens in order to formulate her plan.