A/N: Thank you very much for the reviews! It really motivates me to continue writing, knowing I am not alone in liking this pairing. I hope you enjoy the following chapter.
As I said before, this is not beta-read, so any mistake would be mine.
- Chapter 3: Yón Aistana
Yón Aistana (*Blessed Region) and the Elvenking's Halls were busy with the preparation for Durufuin as it was only one month away. Tributes from Elven settlements in the Woodland Realm were delivered days and nights that the gate of the Halls never closed. Noble guests began to arrive and the quarters and flets were almost fully occupied. Although the Elves took the matter seriously, they did so with joy. Durufuin was one of the biggest festivals in the Woodland Realm. It was a gathering for all Wood Elves to put down their work to enjoy the fruits of their effort for the year. Except Éowyn.
She and other lowly servants were to serve the guests and she was required to attend the King during the feast.
"Rohan has sent back the horses to us, those that were lost during the bandit attack. Would you like to tend them?" Orthoron asked her when she visited his study for the weekly update.
He left the later part unsaid. It was actually Legolas's idea to allow her to the stable. It did not escape the Prince's notice that the lady had become depressed the longer she stayed underground. Legolas came to him with a suggestion and Orthoron agreed. It saddened him to see Éowyn in low spirits.
"Can I?" She hesitated. She did not know if she had the time to spare.
"The King is receiving important guests tomorrow and he wants privacy. You are free for the next four days."
"Wonderful!" Ever since her arrival into the cave, Éowyn had craved to see the sunlight again. Even better she could go out and be with horses. She grinned brightly at the Elf and took the schedule from his hand.
Orthoron started to understand why Legolas wanted to be friend with her. She had a radiant aura that attracted attention. She was like a morning sun, just rose from behind the mountains and banished the darkness away. He was not surprised that the Prince grew fond of her when they travelled from Rohan to the Woodland Realm. He began to develop a soft spot for her too.
"You can ask Prince Legolas to accompany you." Orthoron suggested.
"The Prince must be busy with the preparation." Éowyn said, voice slightly muffled.
"He wants to give you a tour around Yón Aistana," the Elf said as gentle as he could manage with his hoarse voice. "True that your Elvish could lead you to the path you desire in the Halls, but the city is different. There is no plate to tell the way. As long as you ask, I am certain Prince Legolas would gladly show you the marvelous forest."
"And you do not oppose such arrangement?" Éowyn tested. She wondered why he had changed his attitude. It was he who warned against their friendship and told her not to overstep,
Many years an Elf could live but sometimes Orthoron wondered if the Prince had found himself a lover. Ever since the youthful infatuation he had towards the captain, Legolas had not shown interest in any Elleth. If Éowyn was his new affection, after knowing her for a time, he would not deny them a chance to explore possibility. Being with Éowyn was better than the court ladies, in his honest opinion.
"It is pure friendship, is it not?" Orthoron smirked, something that Éowyn had never seen on his face.
"If I meet the Prince on my way, I will ask him about it."
As he walked to the servant quarters, Legolas hummed a merry tune to calm his pounding heart. After the discussion with Thranduil on the feast arrangement, he found some free time before his delegated tasks began. He had suggested Orthoron about letting Éowyn to the stable to look after the horses and he thought it would be a perfect opportunity to invite her to Yón Aistana and to break the good news to her that he found something precious to her in the woods last month.
He nodded to every Elf that passed by and the servants were used to him wandering around, so they were used to seeing the Prince at the servant's hall. He scanned the crowd for the blond wavy hair. It was distinctive among the straight darkness and gold. His face brightened when he spotted her sitting alone at the farthest table. He grabbed a plate of food and some wine.
"May I join you?" Legolas asked.
Éowyn lifted her head from her notes and was taken aback to see him. She stuttered. "Yes, Legolas."
He grinned happily that Éowyn had not addressed him as the Prince. He sat down next to her and could feel the curious glances from other Elves. He squinted at them, sending a wordless threat that they should mind their own business. The servants quickly turned back to their meal and conversation, though he was certain they were eavesdropping.
"How have you been?" He asked sincerely. They had not spoken to each other for a long time and he had to coax information from his father and Orthoron to know how she was doing. However, he wanted to how she felt. He wanted to hear her voice.
"Nothing I can complain about." She answered concisely. The notes had been tugged away and she was fiddling the food with the fork.
With a pause of awkward silence, Legolas picked another topic. "I heard that you have started to focus on studying Elvish."
"I do. I keep on studying Westron and Elvish after... " Éowyn found it difficult to refer that night, so she skipped the detail. "Lord Orthoron helps me and I can read Westron now. I just began Elvish a few weeks ago. It is more complicated than I thought."
Legolas was proud of her progress. She was an intelligent woman. "You are clever. Once you have the proper foundation, it is easy to learn. Orthoron has a massive library with useful resources."
"Speaking of lord Orthoron, he mentioned the lost horses have been returned. I have four rest days coming up and I thought, maybe... if you have the time, you can take me to the stables. Of course, if you are busy I can go by myself." Éowyn said it in one rapid breath that Legolas caught it barely with his elven ears. Was that why she was so nervous?
"You and I share the same mind," Legolas said, trying not to stare at her flushed cheeks. "I was thinking about inviting you to the city. It is a lovely place; though no match to Lothlórien."
"I would love that," Éowyn smiled. They finished their meal in comfortable silence, knowing that they still treasured their friendship.
The next day Legolas rose early and arrived at the entryway way before the agreed time. Éowyn had insisted she could find her way to the gate and he believed her. Nervously he watched the Elves coming and going, busy with the tributes and goods. Just a moment before the second hour of the light, Éowyn appeared from one of the passages with a light pack. Unlike the dresses she usually wore in the palace, she was wearing a forest green bodice with brown skirt that cut open at the front for riding. As she walked it revealed the breeches and black boots underneath. The collar was furred. The dark attire made her pale. With her grin, Legolas thought she was precious like an opal.
Legolas greeted. "Good morning, Éowyn."
"Good morning, Legolas. Shall we go? I miss the sun dearly."
She strode before him with thrill, squeezed through the Elves and ran into the light. Legolas shook his head in adoration and followed her to see the most beautiful scene in front of him: her eyes were closed, body swirling in slow circles and let her every inch of skin bathe under the warm sun. Her hair glittered, flowing like waves. Her pack was forgotten on the ground nearby. She was laughing like a child and stopped when she felt Legolas's eyes on her, stunned, standing on top of the steps.
"Now I understand why you love the woods so much. They warm my heart."
"You must feel trapped inside the cave for such a long time." Legolas skipped the steps and took the pack back to her. "Yón Aistana is this way." He pointed at the northwest.
"How long would it take to reach the city?" Éowyn asked as they walked to the bridge.
"I have horses ready for us once we cross the bridge. It takes half an hour ride to the centre."
They walked to the bridge as they chit chatted. From their end of the bridge, they could see two saddled horses were waiting for them on the other side under the shadows of trees. The white horse, Arodreth, belonged to Legolas; next to him was a grey stallion.
They crossed the bridge and Legolas mused when Éowyn would find out about the stallion. When they were halfway through, she shouted out in delight and ran the rest of the way to the grey horse.
"Windfola!" She cried out and the animal whinnied at his master's call.
She hugged his neck and buried her face into brushed mane. Windfola was happy to reunite with his master as well, for he turned his head to bite gently on her hair, trying to groom her.
Legolas watched with fondness as they bonded. Half of her face still inside the mane, Éowyn beamed at him. "Did he run towards Rohan?"
"He did," but Legolas had found him lost, wandering around the lake at the Narrow. It took him three weeks to track and lead the horse back. Upon seeing her cheerful face, joy spread inside his chest.
"Thank you," Éowyn said timidly, thinking words could not express how much she appreciated his gesture of returning her horse.
She mounted Windfola as Legolas on Arodreth. Together they rode like they used to several months ago.
He missed the time they spent together. Arodreth, as if could read his thought, trotted right next to Windfola. They were close that their knees were almost touching. Couldn't openly say he enjoy the touches, Legolas tried to command the horse to stay some distance away.
"Pado crom, Arodreth." He said sternly. (*walk left)
The stubborn animal would not listen and Windfola leaned even closer to Arodreth. Legolas had never lost his control over the horse.
Éowyn chuckled at them. "Let them be. Perhaps they have become good friends."
"Just like us then," he remarked.
They locked eyes for a moment. It was Éowyn who turned away first. "Indeed." She mumbled.
Even though it was winter, the trees remained green and the woods were alive with animals.
"You cannot imagine how happy I was when I could read Westron without dictionary." Éowyn recalled the day to Legolas. "I immediately wrote to Éomer about it."
"To brag about it, did you not?" Legolas teased. She laughed again.
"What have you been doing?"
"I stay between the city and the palace. I have weekly training with the guards and sometimes I help collecting special herbs for Hissael. My father delegates to me administrative tasks which required working with Malgelir, much to my dismay. I do no enjoy being with him." Legolas said it like a joke but truly he found the councilor difficult to be with. He often wondered how Malgelir was tasked to supervise the more liberal city when he was extremely orthodox.
"You are the Prince and that comes with many responsibilities."
"I am still too young."
"If so, I am an infant in your eyes." Éowyn commented.
"That's not comparable." Legolas shook his head. "You are nothing like a child."
She sighed. "But I am treated like one, in Edoras and here."
Feeling the topic was too heavy for them, Legolas challenged her a race.
"We shall see if the daughter of horselords can outrun an Elf."
"I do not know the way! You have advantage over me."
"Windfola does. Follow his lead. Are you ready?"
They had stopped to match the starting line. Their horses were impatient to start but they waited for the signal from their masters. As Éowyn nodded at him, Legolas counted down.
"Neled, tad, min!" (*three, two, one)
Arodreth and Windfola galloped as his voice dropped; the horses ran like Orcs were on their asses and Legolas could hear laughter coming from Éowyn, who was slightly behind him. He urged Arodreth to run faster and the horse took a dangerous shortcut. As expected, Legolas raced to the Golden Hooves first with Éowyn right on his tail.
He was impressed by her riding skills. Not many could match the skill of an Elf and finished the match within seconds. "Can all Rohirrim ride like you do?"
"We are born to ride until the day we die." Éowyn said, catching her breaths.
They dismounted and let the groom take their horses to rest. Windfola was reluctant to let Éowyn go that he fought against the groom.
"Shh, Windfola," Éowyn patted him lovingly and personally led him inside. She kissed his nose and stroked his face. "I will see you again very soon." To make him feel better, the groom put Arodreth in the stall next to him. The horse finally calmed down.
She went to other Rohirric horses she recognized and petted them with gentleness. She called their names one by one and fed them hay. Legolas groomed Arodreth and waited by the side. When she finished tending the animals, it was mid-afternoon. They decided it was time to visit the city.
The Golden Hooves was at the perimeter of Yón Aistana. Éowyn followed Legolas to a small path and the forest trees were tall and thick, showing their age for their heights and widths.
"When I was young, I thought I could reach the sky by climbing to the top." Legolas said.
"Were you disappointed to discover the truth?"
"No - the sight up there is too spectacular to be upset."
The Elf pushed apart a brush and came to their view the Yón Aistana: flets and houses were intertwined with running streams and bridges. In the centre there was a plaza, now packed with Elves for the daily market. It was bigger than Edoras; Éowyn looked around in awe, mouth agape. Everything looked golden with the sunlight sneaking past the canopy. It was full of life with a festive atmosphere.
"I have wanted to show you around ever since you arrived at the palace." Legolas took her to the inn Lost Compass near the plaza. It had a sign of a silver compass without the needle.
The tavern had few customers in the morning. The innkeeper welcomed them with gleeful hospitality and the servant prepared Éowyn a room with a view on the plaza. Legolas waited downstairs and paid for her, knowing she received no salary from Thranduil.
After dropping her pack at the inn, they immediately headed to the market. It was particularly bustling due to the coming Durufuin. Elves were shopping for decorations or gifts.
Legolas and Éowyn browsed the stalls. Sometimes they would bump into each other due to the crowd; he protectively put his arm around her. His heart sang in bliss when she did not flinch away.
Some keepers saw Legolas and they eagerly waved them over for a closer look. They presented their best works to him with enthusiasm.
"Legolas," the craftsman addressed him directly by his name, "this is my latest work - a shard of the calgon hooked with silk rope for hanging." (*light stone)
Éowyn picked it up and inspected it. Under the sunlight it was difficult to understand its name. When the craftsman held a black cloth to create a darker shade, she found the stone radiated light from within.
"It is lovely," she said, twiddled the stone on her palm.
"Ideal for your talan, Legolas, especially at night with the beautiful lady here." The craftsman winked at both, grinning like a proud father.
"You are mistaken, master. We are friends." Legolas explained. Éowyn put down the shard awkwardly.
"My wife and I started with being friends," he said, already packed the shard into a small cloth for them. "This is my gift to the blooming friendship between you and the lady."
"We could not accept that." Éowyn tried to refuse.
The craftsman pushed it into her hand. "It is Durufuin. Everyone deserves a present."
Seeing they had no chance to deny his generosity, they thanked the craftsman and promised to hang it in Legolas's talan. They went to different stalls and were often mistaken as lovers. Secretly enjoying this, Legolas at first still attempted to explain but they found it a waste of effort. They tasted different types of food that made Éowyn moan in delight. She was not afraid to try new things and was open-minded to their cultures.
"This necklace is breathtaking." Éowyn claimed with admiration. It was a simple design of a red gemstone as centerpiece linked by a gold chain. With a closer look, there were three tiny golden threads twisted like vines.
The Elleth encouraged her to try it on. "It suits you perfectly. It costs five silver pieces."
Éowyn looked at her reflection in the mirror. Legolas thought it matched her pale skin and the red gemstone made a good contrast with her green eyes. However, she took it down and put it back on the table.
"It is pretty, yet I do not bring enough in my purse." She declined politely.
"How about three pieces?" The Elleth offered nicely.
Éowyn shook her head and pleaded Legolas to go. Once they left, Legolas asked her quietly. "Do you not like the necklace?"
"I do," she said lowly. "Lord Orthoron has given me some allowance for my days in the city. But having to pay the inn and the food, there isn't much left."
"That," Legolas coughed, "I might have settled the payment at the inn already."
"Why would you do that?" Éowyn stopped, annoyed.
"I know my father does not give you anything other than food and a bed. Do you know every servant is given allowance but you?"
"I do not care."
"This is unfair, Éowyn." Legolas was sick of the way Thranduil treated her. "You have worked as hard as others, or even harder than they."
"I do not need your pity." She said coldly. "Let me be alone." Then she went and disappeared into the crowd.
Respecting her choice, he had not gone after her. He trusted her skills to defend herself. He had not missed the sword she hid under the skirt. Besides, the Elves at the city were more friendly with Men and Dwarfs. She shouldn't be in any danger.
I have to mess it up! Legolas was angry at himself. With a heavy heart he dropped off what he bought at his talan, and he was pacing to think of a remedy plan.
He went back to the plaza for a stall. He could cause more trouble by doing it, but he would take the risk to win her back.
Curse that Elf!
In fury Éowyn strode out of the plaza after the revelation from Legolas. She only stopped when she got to a small pond, some distance away from the noisy market. It was quieter here with serenity. She sat on a stone on the edge of the water, hoping to calm her anger in the peace.
She had look forward to this trip and it started well; Windfola was back to her arms, at last a familiar face from Rohan. Bathed in the sunlight, she had a nice conversation with Legolas. They were having a great time in the market and then that happened. Obviously he thought she was in need of saving. Thranduil didn't give her allowance per her work, as Legolas indicated, but it didn't mean he could do that behind her back. She was independent and she could pay her own expenses. What else had he done because he felt sorry for her? She did not need his pity.
Was that why she was angry, simply because of pity? No, her brain told her. Because you also feel the need to prove you are not weak. To prove you are his equal.
She knew where this was heading. And she buried her face into her hands.
She liked Legolas.
Éowyn loved him. Deep down she hoped there was more between them but Legolas was an Elf and he treated her only as a friend. That was the problem: she wanted to be better so that Legolas would look at her and find her attractive in the elvish standard. Living with Elves everyday, she realised she was a mere woman. Even at her best, she could not be compared to those Ellith whose beauty was forever and stunning, created by the hands of the Eru. The idea that she could never be a match to Legolas and he pitied her made her a fool.
A wishful thinking of a silly girl. As tears threatened to fall, a call of her name drew her back.
"Éowyn, is that you?"
She sniffled and rubbed her eyes. It was Lagorúthben. He was in a light brown tunic with some bags on his hands.
"Lagorúthben," she got up and greeted him, "it's been long."
"I cannot believe I would see you here." He smiled warmly and joked. "My purse is lost in the market; all the gifts for my family and friends! Have you been there?"
"Just earlier. It is wonderful to feel the daylight again after so many days in the cave."
"I find the cave suffocating too. Lucky I am assigned in the city regiment." Lagorúthben looked around. "Did you come to Yón Aistana by yourself?"
Éowyn was uncomfortable and she answered stiffly. "I was with Legolas. He brought me here and we visited the market together. I want to explore the city alone and I come to this pond, relaxing in the woods like you Elves often do."
He laughed slightly at her remark. "Legolas must have returned to you Windfola then," he said.
"He brought her to the palace and we rode here."
"He did that too? Now I have something to tease him about at the feast later." The Elf said jolly.
She frowned. "What else did he do?"
Lagorúthben was surprised.
"Of course he didn't tell you. We have sent words to other settlements to look out the lost horses for us. They would catch them and notify us. Legolas asked about Windfola but none spotted him. Against Malgelir's advice, he spent three weeks tracking the horse and brought it back to the stable. He didn't need to do that. That is typical Legolas though. He takes care of the people he loves."
Realised what he had done for her, Éowyn was speechless. She loved Windfola very much and Legolas saw that the horse was her only bond she had with Rohan.
He did what he did, not out of commiseration but of love, may it be friendly. She had misconceived his intention and got angry at him. Ashamed of her action, she had ruined one of the best things that had happened in her life.
"I did not know." She whispered.
For his keen ears, Lagorúthben caught her words. He guessed a thing or two from her sullen face. "He did it without telling you because he is afraid of your reaction. It is true you need no man, elf, or dwarf to defend you. However, sometimes you can rely on others."
Upon his comforting words, Éowyn nodded. She must find Legolas and apologise to him.
Lagorúthben jiggled the gifts and took his leave. "I must return now. Good day, Éowyn."
"Good day, Lagorúthben."
She had no idea where Legolas would be. She only knew of the ways to stable, the plaza and the inn. Still she went back to the market and sought the golden Elf among the crowd.
There! A Elf in green tunic and golden hair in braids. She chased after him and touched his shoulder.
"Legolas!" She said to the tall Elf. It was a stranger who looked at her with confusion.
"My apology," Éowyn said, "I have mistaken you for someone else."
"That's fine, my lady. If you are looking for Prince Legolas, I just saw him at the fountain moments ago." The Elf pointed at the centre of the plaza.
"Thank you."
Elves had gathered there to sing and play instruments. An audience was enjoying the harmonic music. She stood on her toes to look for Legolas; finally she saw him, alone at the back. Éowyn pressed through the Elves and caught his elbow. As they locked their glances, she could see the relief in his blue eyes.
"Can we find a private place to talk?" Éowyn said to his ear on tiptoe. The music was too loud for conversation.
Legolas nodded, "let's go to the Lost Compass." He guided her through the crowd. They walked in silence until they reached the inn and found themselves a reclusive table at the corner with wine and ale.
Éowyn stared at his blank face, worrying the Elf had already given up on their friendship.
"I am sorry," she said genuinely, her head low. "I overreacted because I misinterpreted your goodwill as pity. I should have listened to your explanation before making my judgement. I am sorry that I was angry at you."
Legolas sighed. "I should have been honest with you about the money at the beginning. I didn't tell you because… well, you are bullheaded and would refuse my help at once."
Éowyn admitted. "Uncle and Éomer have always said I am too stubborn for my own good. I can be difficult to be with." The stone on her chest was lifted when Legolas smiled at her. "Is there something I can do to make up for you?"
"There is," Legolas pulled out a small cloth from his tunic and signaled her to hold her palm up. He dropped the tiny package into her hand and folded her fingers with his. "Don't say no when I want to spoil you. You are my friend and I want to see you happy."
Having Legolas's forgiveness on her quick temper, if they shall remain as friends for the rest of her life, she would accept that.
Under his encouraging eyes she unwrapped the package. It was the red gemstone necklace she tried on earlier at the market.
"You bought it for me?" Éowyn couldn't believe it. He did that even after she had given him a cold shoulder. She felt herself lacking in front of Legolas, who was mature and considerate.
"It looks so beautiful on you, I have to get it." Legolas's smile broadened at her delight. It was the right choice.
"Can you help?" Éowyn asked shyly as she turned around to let him secure the hook at the back. She shivered slightly when Legolas's breaths hit her neck and his fingers brushed her skin.
"Let me pay you back on the necklace. Five silver pieces, right?"
As she was taking the currency out from her purse, Legolas stopped her.
"You can pay dinner for me and help me decorate my talan as payment." He smiled warmly.
Feeling it was the best they could settle on, she agreed.
They downed their drinks and talked in blitheness until evening. With their grumbling stomachs, they ordered food and more drinks for the night. Later, Éowyn visited Legolas's talan which was near the Golden Hooves.
Unlike the plaza, the residential area was quieter. They climbed the steps circling around the trunk to get up. It was different than the flet she had been on near the Mountains; here they resembled tree houses. Tiny lightstones were hung here and there to illuminate the paths. His talan was up in the middle of the tree among many others.
"Welcome to my humble talan," Legolas opened the wooden door and invited her in.
They were in a pentagonal sitting room with a small lamp on each corner. The pillars were covered with vines that they made natural walls, except for two opening that acted as windows. The doomed roof was also grown with plants and flowers. There were some chairs with cushion for guests and a bookshelf. There was an entry with crystal beaded curtain, possibly to his bedroom. She turned her attention elsewhere.
Éowyn raised an eyebrow on the weapon cabinet with bows, arrows and various daggers and knives. Legolas shrugged and waved her over to the messy table full of items. The goods they purchased this afternoon were in the midst of the pile.
Mostly it consisted of decorations, the rest were gifts Legolas bought for friends and his father. Éowyn put the presents away and began to unwrap the packages.
"I will replace the candles in the lamps." She volunteered. They were of eucalyptus scent with a refreshing smell. She got a small wooden stool and stepped onto it to reach for the lamps.
"Don't light them, Éowyn. I want you to see the effect of calgon in the dark."
Legolas then took out the shard of lightstone. Like her, he found a chair and hooked the silk rope into the vines on the roof. Its light was dim compared to the lamps.
When she turned off the lamps, in the darkness there came a soft glow within the talan. She quickly replaced the candle and got down.
She stared at the shard in amusement. A tiny stone could cast the room in light, like the moon outside up in the sky, but this was right above their heads. Legolas stood opposite her, looking at the lightstone with a smile. The light cast a shadow on half of his face and his eyes glisten upon brightness. Now she understood why the Rohirrim passed down tales about Elves being spirits that came from the other world. It was true in certain way but Legolas was real. He was here in front of her. An exquisite creature, so unworldly that she felt like this was all a dream.
Before she realised, her hand was in mid-air, trying to reach his face. She withdrew but it was caught gently by Legolas.
"Do you like it, Éowyn?" He asked. His voice was silky, smooth like milk.
"I do," she breathed and attempted to focus on their surroundings instead of him. Nervousness was rising within her and it was making her dizzy. "We still have to adorn your flet."
"It can wait." He stood closer. "Might I have a dance with you, my lady?"
She forced out a laugh, ignored the question by passing it as a tease. "Why would you want to dance with me?"
"With a beautiful lady like you," Legolas said, hesitant at first, then he placed her hand on his chest. "It will be my honor."
His steady and low heartbeats transpired his earnestness and she could not refuse. Slowly she moved her hands to his shoulders.
They danced slowly to the sounds of the nature. The Elf Prince's hands settled on her waist.
"I have never danced like this before." She said, letting Legolas to control their pace.
"Trust me, Éowyn." He led her steadily and guided her to circle around his talan.
"Sorry!" Éowyn said when she accidentally stepped on his toes.
His hand tightened on her hip to ensure her. "It is okay." Then he leaned closer, his whole body almost touching hers.
Éowyn had danced before with men and women but it was always cheerful and fun. This romantic dance was making her coy. Unlike how her cousin and brother always smelled of horses and hay, Legolas carried the scent of forest and peace. She lowered her head to avoid looking into his eyes, afraid that he could read her thoughts like Thranduil.
On the other side, Legolas triumphed quietly when Éowyn accepted the dance. He had grown restless the past month for he felt restrained to stay between the palace and the city, not to mention Malgelir's spying. He longed to travel to Rivendell to meet with his friends. But whenever the fierce Shieldmaiden of Rohan was close, her presence brought him calmness and he no longer wished to leave Woodland Realm. He was slowly falling in love with her.
Legolas fought against the desire to kiss her, scared that he would intimidate her with the move. He had lived many years and he had seen Elves and Men in love, like Arwen and Aragorn. They were a wonderful pair but their circumstances were different. They grew up together and were promised to each other at a young age. He only met Éowyn three months ago and his father bore grudges against Men and Dwarfs. If he told Thranduil about his feeling, he would dismiss it as a childish crush like he did before.
No, it doesn't matter what Thranduil thinks. It had been some years since he yearned to be with someone and he hoped it wasn't unrequited. Legolas silently prayed to Eru that she felt something for him too.
"Why do you not go to Rivendell for Durufuin?" Éowyn asked. They started swaying instead of dancing in circles.
It felt right to declare his feeling for her there. His heart was urging him to tell the truth but his brain said it was going to ruin their friendship. He was torn inside and he struggled to decide.
He let out a shaky breath. His throat was dry and his body turned rigid.
"You don't have to answer that," she said after feeling his stiff posture.
May the Valar be with me. Legolas gathered his courage. "I stay because of you."
Éowyn's breaths hitched and she looked up at him.
He saw the guilt in her eyes and he added right away. "I would not have any misunderstanding between us again. Remember the night before we arrived at the Halls?"
"I do."
"That night I made a promise to you: you can come to me whenever you need it. I am resolved to keep it." He felt more nervous than the time he had destroyed Thranduil's garden when he was an Elfling.
"You are an honorable Elf." She said with a timid smile.
That's the moment Legolas decided to hold her closer, chest to chest, leaving no space between them. He lowered his head to hers and hovered when their lips were about to touch.
"Have you not noticed how I feel, or you choose not to acknowledge it?" Legolas stared into her astounded eyes.
She knew it then: about his heart's desire. He stopped just an inch away and waited for her reply.
Éowyn searched within the blue eyes and she found nothing but candour. She swallowed hard. Was it reality or was this a dream? Either way, she didn't want to regret it later. Her life was short compared to his. On her tiptoe, their lips met.
They felt a ripple of relief washed over them, a warmth grew within their chests and made their bodies trembled. A brightness exploded behind their closed eyes. Legolas hummed at the sweet taste of her mouth as his hand went up and fondled the back of her neck. He pulled her closer until he could feel her heartbeats.
Éowyn moaned at the sensation. It was not her first kiss, but it was the first time to be this wonderful. Her body was responding to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She parted her lips to allow his tongue entry.
Their tongues danced together and fought for dominance. When they left each other, it was because they were out of breaths. They chuckled as their eyes found each other. Éowyn leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling safe in his strong hold.
Ever since they met at the river, Éowyn had grown to love him. He was attentive and friendly, the first Elf to show her kindness when she was alone. He had helped her whenever she needed. How could one not love Legolas, a respectable Elf with qualities that few men possessed? And why would he love her, a mere woman when there were many Ellith to choose from? She was a woman and he an elf. Mortal and immortal. They were from different cultures. The longer she thought about their circumstance, the more fearful she became. The sparks of passion inside her faded and the happiness transformed to unease.
"What do you see in our future, Legolas?" She sighed.
Legolas buried his face in her hair, trying to memorise this moment forever. She smelled of dry hay and the wind, her body lean but powerful, skin pale like the moon. He wanted to enjoy and cherish this quiet moment with her and not think about their paths before them.
"My elvish eyes cannot see beyond this moment and predict our fate." He said and tried to cheer her up by inviting her to carry on their mission to decorate his talan. "Come, we have much to finish."
Understood his implication, Éowyn nodded and detached herself from his warm body. They continued to decorate the sitting room as they flirted and teased each other. After they finished, they counted and named the stars up in the sky, comparing the differences of tales in their cultures.
When it was late, Legolas accompanied her back to the Lost Compass. The streets were quiet, only bars still had their lights on and they could hear merry voices from the drinkers. Éowyn remained an appropriate distance from him and they walked in silence. At the threshold of the inn, Legolas looked around - there was no one nearby. Secretly, he planted a kiss on her lips. Light, yet firm and confident.
"I will see you tomorrow." He smiled brightly.
"Goodnight, Legolas." Éowyn said and watched the Elf until he disappeared at the end of the road.
She touched her lips and felt the lingering comfort there. With a smile, she returned to her room and slept with excitement for the next day.
Next morning they went to the Golden Hooves to retrieve Arodreth and Windfola. Éowyn had asked him how he usually spent his days in the city, so Legolas brought her to visit the camps and the training grounds. Her face brightened at the idea; it seemed she could finally find a space to practice her drill.
The clever horses sensed their masters' ideas and the two animals trotted closely next to one another. Legolas and Éowyn shared a knowing smile and occasionally linked their hands when they were under the cover of woods. It reminded Éowyn of a time when she was fifteen and had a rendezvous with a rider from Théodred's éored.
"What are you thinking?" Legolas asked. She seemed lost in her thoughts.
Éowyn teased him, but also testing. "What if I told you I was thinking another man?"
"Then I would like to hear about him, if you are willing to tell."
His blue eyes spoke of genuine interest and respect, so she thought it would cause no harm to tell him about the rider.
"When I was fifteen, there was a rider from my cousin's éored, five years older than I. He courted me with a secret permission from Théodred. You see, he was a farmer's son when I was of House of Eorl. We had to do it discreetly for we feared my uncle's wrath. Whenever we were free we would ride from Edoras to the mountains in order to get away from prying ears. It was him I had given my first kiss."
"Were you two betrothed?" He enquired gently.
"We thought we would." She shook her head and tried not to be dragged into the memory. "One day, after a tour in the Eastfold he did not return with my cousin."
"Éowyn," Legolas urged Arodreth to move so that he could lean closer to her. "You must feel shattered by the loss of a love."
"Have you fallen in love before?" She changed the subject to Legolas and asked curiously. Now that she had come to love an Elf, she wondered whether there was different view on romance between Men and Elves.
"Not until now." Legolas said.
"I mean it," she insisted, "you must have had many lovers before."
"That you are wrong." Legolas said after brief contemplation. "When I was young, my father introduced me to a lady who taught me etiquette. She also imparted her knowledge on sexuality with me. It was with her I understand the pleasure of the body. There was an Elleth after that but I wouldn't say we were lovers. I was young back then, mistaking admiration as love since she was an outstanding captain."
"You have not shared your bed with others?" Éowyn asked tentatively.
"Elves do not indulge themselves in the joy of the flesh as often like Men. We marry for love and for life. Sex means much more than physical comfort." He explained, thus implying he had not slept with anyone else.
"It is unright of me to assume." She apologised, feeling superficial to ask him such question. She had enquired out of insecurity and jealousy; there was no way she could compete with an Elleth, could she?
Legolas noticed she was avoiding his eyes. To ensure her, he took her hand tightly and said. "It is with you I experience the feeling of love."
She returned the grip and smiled, though a little forced.
They let go of each other when they arrived at one of the camps. For the approaching Durufuin, it was rather deserted than usual as the soldiers went home to prepare for the festivals. Some would come to train for fun. Some Elves were practising archery when a group of ten were on the other side sparring.
As they dismounted, Éowyn spotted the captain she had seen at the council before. She was wielding an elvish long knife against another Elf. Their knives clashed and the crowd spectated quietly, not wanting to disturb them. The two Elves circled and waited for the attack. The Elf went in first, stabbing his knife toward her throat. The captain blocked it away to the side and swiftly swirled around to elbow him in the rib and disarmed him.
"Hest Tauriel!" The crowd cheered and clapped as the Elleth put away her weapon and helped the Elf to stand. (*Captain Tauriel)
They walked closer and Legolas shouted at her to get her attention. Hearing his call, the captain's face brightened and they hugged. They spoke fast in Elvish that Éowyn couldn't catch what they said. Then she introduced herself to Éowyn.
"I am Tauriel, captain of the Elven guards." Her hand was callous with a strong grip. She looked more relaxed in a green tunic and brown breeches without her gears.
"Éowyn, handmaiden to King Thranduil."
"I have heard about you," Tauriel said and jumped away when Legolas tried to jab her arm. "A Shieldmaiden of Rohan."
"Tauriel," Legolas warned her in a low voice.
"It's fine, Legolas." Éowyn said. "Can I join the practice?"
Slightly taken aback, Tauriel turned to the Elf Prince for guidance. Legolas seemed pleased at her request and nodded at the captain.
"Let us see the skills of Rohirrim Shieldmaiden." Legolas said. Long had he heard about the trained woman soldiers in Rohan and he finally got a chance to observe Éowyn in combat.
They walked to one of the soldiers and told him that Éowyn was willing to duel with them. The Elves were surprised; they rarely fought with a woman who looked no stronger than a tree twig. Not to mention in elvish culture, Prince Legolas stood way too close to her with their shoulders touching, a tacit message that she was more than a friend to him. No Elf or Elleth volunteered to fight against her.
Didn't know why none was willing to spar with her, Éowyn sighed in frustration and decided to take the matter into her own hands. She strode to the centre of the ground and took out her sword, previously hidden under her riding skirt. The blade was shining under the sun.
"Delicate flower I am not. I understand the rules and risks." She pointed her sword at Legolas. "Do you consider me worthy as your opponent?"
Legolas was amused and the crowd encouraged him to accept. They had never seen a woman openly challenged the Prince before.
"With pleasure." Legolas stepped into the ground and drew out his long knife from his thigh holster.
They stood in position and one soldier signaled them to start. Yet no one moved. Both Éowyn and Legolas tried to find a weakness from their positions, waiting for the right moment to attack.
She taunted him when she couldn't find an attack point. "Are you afraid you are going to lose?"
Sneered at her remark, Legolas kept his focus. He would not let her distract him. He went in for a straight thrust with a stride. Éowyn jumped back and blocked the knife away. It almost cut her sleeve. She steadied herself and smirked at the Elf.
Before his footing was sound, she struck a blow to his side but he parried accurately.
Like the kiss they shared the previous night, their sword and knife danced around each other, sometimes playful, but most of the time they were aggressive, trying to have a decisive blow to finish the match.
Never underestimated his opponent, Legolas retreated back to the starting position. He turned his attention to her face - she was gritting her teeth, lips pursed into a thin line, and her sharp eyes were wandering around his body to seize a chance to go in. Her brows furrowed in concentration. Her serious face is adorable, he thought.
She noticed the tiny moment of distraction: she rotated her wrist to wield the sword from the bottom to upward in the air as she took a large step forward, her sword swung strongly and collided with Legolas's knife. Usually when she did that, most riders would have to stumble back or drop their sword; however, Legolas was an Elf with strength stronger than most Men. He did not falter and met her blade head-to-head. When Éowyn found his knife would not budge, she realised she had made a mistake.
"Got you!" Legolas shouted.
She was receptive to his emotion to find him in a second of weakness, but physically she could not compete with him. Legolas took it to his advantage when she voluntarily offered her sword. He twisted in and wrapped his knife along her blade like a snake. A small twitch outward, Éowyn hissed at the bone-shaking force on her wrist.
For a normal person, they would drop their swords to avoid damaging their wrists. Instead, she forcefully thrust forward with determination that shocked Legolas.
His knife almost cut her cheek and he withdrew in panic. It was not his intention to hurt her during a match! Yet Éowyn chased after him, completely disregarded the danger. When her sword tip reached his throat, Legolas had to drop his knife for he stared in horror at the blood on her face.
"Are you willing to surrender, Prince of Woodland Realm?" Éowyn grinned with triumph. She had felt the sting on her face but the desire to win was far greater. Her breaths were rapid from the thrilling victory.
Seeing she did not care about the wound, Legolas smirked as the crowd cheered for her. "I am defeated, Shieldmaiden of Rohan."
Éowyn lowered her sword in pride. She had won a contest against an Elf! She never imagined such a day. If Éomer was here to see it...
Tauriel came up to Legolas with his knife and motioned them to stand aside for others to spar.
"I won," she said proudly to Legolas who shook his head in fondness.
He whispered into her ear as he inspected the wound closely. "You are hurt." And speedily kissed her temple to comfort her.
Slightly startled, she was certain Tauriel would hear what he said. Did he not care how others thought of his open flirtation?
Tauriel watched them with a pleasant smile; for those who are close to Legolas, it was obvious he had fallen for the lady of Rohan. So she laughed and teased them. "You should heal the cut with meleth gîn." (*your love)
"There is a healing tent." The captain looked at Legolas with a knowing expression, excused herself from the couple and joined other Elves.
Éowyn nudged the Elf at his waist. "You shouldn't do that in public."
"Tauriel wouldn't tell about us," he comforted her, knowing her worries. "Come, let's treat your wound."
"The small cut will heal on its own." Éowyn said as he led her to the tent.
When the healer was nowhere to be found, Legolas sat her down and looked for healing salves.
After looking through the cabinets, he returned with a small vial and knelt in front of her. Éowyn tilted her head slightly so that he had better access to her right cheek. He choked out some salves from the vial and gently applied it on the cut. Once he was satisfied with the application, he put it away and took her hand, inspecting her wrist.
"Why would you risk breaking your wrist and cutting your skin?"
He had not expected her to put herself in danger. He had underestimated her eagerness for victory.
"I won."
"What you did is reckless." Legolas sighed, "I did not want to hurt you so I dropped my knife. In real fight, they do not care."
"The only chance for me to win is when I am on training grounds. I will never be in any real fight." She said in bitterness.
Legolas sighed again because he understood her. It must be frustrating for her: entitled to be a Shieldmaiden of Rohan, yet refused any chance to fight for those she loved. It was hard for him to see her like this especially when he couldn't make any change to this situation.
"You might not know when the opportunity would come," he said softly and invited her to join him to practise archery. "As your hands ache to hold a sword, mine wish to grab a bow. Have you received any training in archery before?"
"No," Éowyn was glad he did not pursue further on the subject and offered her distraction from those depressing thoughts.
"You must try!" He pulled her up from the seat and they went to ground.
Legolas taught her patiently about how to stand and draw the string with the right force. She learnt fast and paid great attention to his instruction. After some hours, Éowyn successfully hit the target fifty metres away, though the hit was far from the bullseye.
"I hit it!" Éowyn shouted in delight.
"You did very well," Legolas praised her. "Not many could hold an elven bow and hit their targets within a day."
She was elevated to hear his approval. For that moment she craved his contact, but resisted the urge due to the presence of other Elves. Wasn't sure if she was easy to read, Legolas quickly concluded their lessons and said farewell to his friends.
Upon a whistle, Arodreth and Windfola went to their masters. They mounted the horses were travelling further away from Yón Aistana. Éowyn let Windfola gallop on its own, enjoying the wind on her face.
"It's here," Legolas told her when they slowed down to pace.
"What is here?" She asked, not noticing anything particular.
"My childhood hiding spot." He dismounted and took her to a tree, pointing up to show her the inconspicuous flet above their heads. "I come here whenever I need privacy. No one knows about this place."
Éowyn yelped and laughed when Legolas pulled her into his embrace. She breathed in his scent. "Thank you for sharing it with me."
"Let's get up. It is a perfect spot to view the stars and the moon."
"It is only midday!" Éowyn said as Legolas got out an elven rope from his pack on Arodeth, threw it to hook on a high branch and began to climb.
"Then we must occupy ourselves with some fun activities, don't you agree?" He said mischievously.
Chuckling, she followed him up to the flet. He had prepared beforehand. There was a basket of food and a bottle of wine.
She teased him as she poured the wine into two cups. "You have planned to take me here and seduce me, so that no one would come to my aid."
Legolas had collected the rope and accepted the cup from her. He sipped it, eyes never leaving her. When Éowyn gulped down the strong taste of the wine, he took the cup from her hand and leaned down on her. She was on the floor with Legolas on top of her.
"I believe you can defend your own. Are you going to scream for help?" He asked.
"No," she breathed and guided his hands to her lithe body.
With her permission, Legolas kissed her tenderly and he trembled because of anticipation. It had been many years since he yearned for love. For him, it was unbelievable he could touch Éowyn in such way. Even with experience, he felt like an Elfling as he was too anxious. He wanted to please her and it scared him that he might be disappointing.
"Do not be nervous," she sensed he was aflutter and so she encouraged him by sneaking her hands under his tunic.
It seemed to her marriage would not be an option until she was released and it was possible that she might be caged by Thranduil for the rest of her life. If men were allowed to have lovers before marriage, why couldn't she? Éowyn was not ashamed in her sexuality. She was a woman and she had desire.
With the rider she had experienced some fondling. She lacked actual experience in lovemaking, but she had heard other women talking about it. There were men cruel in focusing only their release and not the women's pleasure. Some would even inflict pain on their partners. Legolas's carefulness was making her more willing.
"I cannot believe I can have you, Éowyn of Rohan."
"This is not a dream, Legolas."
He sucked in a breath when her palms massaged his belly and chest. He planted a trail of kisses along her mouth, her jaw, then to the pale neck and the collarbone. His hands echoed hers, roaming and exploring. Eventually they settled on her laces at the back.
"May I?"
Éowyn nodded, her firm green eyes reflecting his lust. He unlaced her bodice and her dress, tugging them down and revealed her chest.
His heart warmed when he saw the necklace he bought for her. The red gemstone matched her pale skin. He gently cupped her breasts in his large hands and admired the softness. Éowyn let out a wonderful moan that made his erection ache. She must have felt it too, as she daringly unfastened his breeches and caressed his shaft. Losing his control, Legolas did not struggle when Éowyn pushed him to lie down. She rode him, pinning his hands on the floor. Against their clothes she teasingly rubbed herself on him, leaving the Elf speechless in pleasure.
"I surrender," Legolas squirmed underneath, trying to create more friction to ease his hardness. "Will you do something about it?"
Éowyn was beyond excited by the thrill of being the dominant partner, especially when an Elf submitted himself to her. She kissed him hard, biting his lips as she undid her leggings. She was already wet from the training and the foreplay. She felt his hard, long penis in her hand. Legolas had an impressive size that scared her at first, for she wondered if she could accommodate such length in her. However, her body knew better; the foreplay provided wetness. A hotness accumulated in her belly.
"Please, Éowyn," he begged, blue eyes were clouded by desire.
Did not wish to torture him longer, Éowyn sat down on the length, her head thrown back at the tingling penetration. His back arched at the warm tightness that enveloped him. They exhaled deeply in delight when he entered her fully.
"You are beautiful, guren vell." (*my sweetheart)
He sat up and pressed her close, touching her as she began to ride in a slow pace. He steadied her waist and buried his face into her breasts.
Éowyn rounded her arms around his neck and rode faster. Sweats were licked away by the Elf and her hip moved stronger, both grunting at the intense joys travelling in their bodies. Matching her tempo, Legolas bucked to meet her.
She screamed out in ecstasy.
Legolas worked his hip faster, making her waist weak and she could no longer keep up. He took control then, entering her with a force that shook her core. Feeling her body tense, he caged her tightly within his arms. Éowyn cried out sweetly, her face distorted in intense bliss.
He wanted to slow down for her to rest, yet she clung onto him tighter and nibbled his pointy ear.
An Elf's ears were extremely sensitive; Legolas then let the instinct take over and flipped them over. Éowyn hooked her legs behind him, smiling as he entered her again and started a new rhythm.
She moaned in appreciation when he bent down to kiss her. Her fingers were messing up his hair but he couldn't care less. She felt incredible, he wanted them to stay as one forever.
The tension built up and he moved quicker, she gasped for breaths for his thrusts were strong. Soon he spilled, muttering in his native tongue that Éowyn only heard her name in those Elvish.
He collapsed on top of her. After catching his breaths, he pulled out and she whined at the loss.
"You are wonderful, Legolas." Éowyn said and combed his messy hair.
"You too, my love." He said. "Let me get some water from the nearby river to clean you up." He dressed quickly and kissed her before leaving the flet.
Éowyn smiled, watching him go.
She used to think she would live in Edoras and find a rider to marry. Yet life was strange with many twists and it placed her in the Woodland Realm, living among the Wood Elves. Fate had her met Legolas. Might their relationship end up nowhere, Éowyn was happy to share intimate moments with him. The sex was unexpected but she did not rue it. Nay! She did not regret anything. Even if their paths no longer intertwined in the future, she would have these memories to cherish.
Legolas returned and they wiped themselves clean. Afterwards, they lay down together, under the blue sky and talked.
"I wish to avoid attending the feast." Legolas said.
"Why? Isn't it a celebration for the winter solstice?"
"It is not only that but a battlefield of politics and connections." The Elf Prince sighed. "That's why I always travel to Imladris or Lothlórien."
"You can go if you like," Éowyn turned to face him. "You do not have to stay for me. Nothing will go wrong; it is the time for happy gathering. They would behave properly, wouldn't they?"
"You have not attended one before. You have no idea what they would do - especially behind your back. If I leave now I will worry about you. Besides, I am much happier to have you within my sight." He took her hand and kissed it.
"Thank you, Legolas."
They stayed late in the secret flet. The next day they spent the time sparring again under Éowyn's insistence. She had not practiced her drill and she feared she would get rusty. Legolas was a good partner to spar with, for he often changed his tactics and he did not give her advantage.
After some practices, she challenged other soldiers. This time they did not refuse; first she faced off captain Tauriel, then came two Elves. Although she was clever to play around their weakness, she was slower and physically weaker. All three matches she lost by a tiny margin, she lost with dignity. The soldiers spoke highly of her and praised her skills and invited her to join them in the future. Éowyn merely smiled at their friendly invitation. She did not know when she was allowed to leave the cave after the four-day rest.
The fourth day she woke early to prepare a day trip with Legolas. It was the last day of her freedom so she wished to spend some time alone with him.
"Where are we going?" Éowyn asked, seeing that they had left the city.
"We are heading East to the edge of forest." Legolas explained as they travelled into the forest. "There we can see Erebor and Withered Heath."
"Isn't Erebor where the great dragon Smaug lived before he was killed?"
"Indeed."
"Why are we visiting there?"
"I do not want to spoil the surprise. You will see." Legolas smiled.
They reached the edge of the forest by noon. Éowyn's eyes brightened at the plain before her. When she saw what was above the sky, she was stunned.
"Are they real?"
"Of course they are real!" Legolas laughed at her amused face.
On their left, there were two dragons flying against the clear blue sky. The Withered Heath was their breeding ground. Legolas could tell she was surprised; as he led her to lean closer to the Elvenking's Halls, her eyes never left those creatures.
From their spot it was difficult to see their colours. To Éowyn they were barely the length of her finger.
"Can you tell what colours they are?"
"One is gold and the other is red. I believe they are having the courtship flight." Legolas observed with his eyes.
"No wonder they are circling, almost twisting with each other." Éowyn mused, yet frowned when she noted some similarity. "Don't you think they look like worms?"
Legolas burst into laughter. "That's a good analogy." He got them to a tree which was slightly apart from the forest. It was a perfect spot to see the dragons. They dismounted and let the horses graze.
They sat against the trunk and from their packs there were bread, cheese, and a small bottle of wine. Éowyn watched attentively at the couple flying in the sky that she forgot to chew her food until Legolas reminded her she was holding the bite in her mouth.
"We speak of dragons in our tales. I never thought I would see them one day in my life." She said. "Are they all wicked like Smaug?"
Legolas offered her the bottle after taking a sip. "Since the death of Smaug, they do not dare venture beyond the Heath. I would not say they are wicked; they and we are of different species, with varied living habits."
Éowyn took the bottle and downed a draft. The wine was stronger and it was taking its effect on her. "Do Elves have courtship dance like the dragons?"
"Did you see me dance when I expressed my love for you?"
"You asked me for a dance." She stated.
"Indeed!" Legolas smirked, "but no - there is no rule unless we agree to be betrothed. Do Rohirrim dance to court their ladies?"
"Sometimes, especially during feasts." Éowyn remarked. Her eyes went back to the couple which were nesting on top of a mountain. "Do you see them often?"
"I don't travel here frequently."
Legolas eyed her flushed cheeks and snatched the bottle away from her. It was almost empty. "You have drunk too much."
"I thought that's what you wanted," she joked, her head was heavier than usual.
"I have overrated your drinking ability. Apparently you cannot hold your liquor." He packed the bottle away and blocked her from reaching for it. "Enough, Éowyn. We have to ride back later!"
"My apology." Éowyn bowed her head like a child, reprimanded but wronged.
"What is it?" He tilted her chin up so that he could look into her eyes. They were sad and he wanted to replace them with happiness. "Please. Tell me what's wrong."
She held his hand and leaned onto his shoulder, curling besides him. His spare hand stroked her wavy blond hair.
"I do not want to leave." Éowyn said. "Tomorrow I have to return to the Halls."
"We can still see each other."
Legolas tried to assure her, though he couldn't promise her anything. He had tasks to complete in the city and he did not know how long it would take.
Éowyn knew that. She knew about duties all too well. Still she appreciated his effort to make the best of their time together. Seeing the dragons danced the courtship flight might not consider romantic to most, but she liked it, particularly the plain was so close within her reach. She did not want the day to end in sorrow, so she decided to distract them with something cheerful.
Her hand pried under his tunic as her mouth found his neck. Legolas moaned and clutched her closer to him. He looked down, blue eyes filled with softness and desire.
"Are you sure?" Legolas asked.
"Are you not?" She stopped wandering around his body until the Elf gave her a nod and kissed her passionately.
It was thrilling to both as they were exposed; they were close to the Elvenking's Halls, the dragons were still on the mountain, and the Erebor was not far away. It was possible that someone could see them, yet for that moment they did not care. They had tuned out the world around them and put their focus on each other. Soon they reached their climax and decided to retreat to Legolas's talan for the night.
This time, Éowyn was invited into his bedroom. It was simple as she had imagined; a double bed in the centre with wardrobe and table on the other side. The lamps were dimly lit with the moonshine from the window. She walked around the room, giggled when Legolas pushed her down on the soft bed and enveloped her from behind.
That night they treated as their last; they made love gently, aggressively, slowly, their hands laced together. Their bodies responded to the caresses, trembling as they embraced. Ardor kept them up till late, left them naked, exhausted, contented. Their limbs tangled with blankets. Pillows were discarded on the floor.
Resting his head on her chest, Legolas traced a faded scar on her collarbone. It was pale white after many years in length of two inches. It tickled her; she brushed his hand away.
"How did you get it?" He asked. It suggested a collarbone fracture, must be painful if it had penetrated through the skin.
"I fell down from my horse when I was five."
"Shouldn't you be riding a pony at the age of five?"
Éowyn hummed. "I was jealous of Éomer at the time because I was denied riding a horse by myself. I felt like I could master a horse like I did with a pony." She remembered how she angrily demanded to be treated like her brother and tried to convince their parents she could ride alone. "I was furious that nobody took me seriously. One night when everyone was asleep, I sneaked into the stable and got myself on top of a horse."
"Naughty little Éowyn!" Legolas exclaimed.
"I didn't know better; the horse did not follow my command and threw me off as it ran out of the stable. I fell hard and my scream woke up the stable master. My collarbone was broken, skin pierced by the fractured bone. I had to stay in bed for two weeks and got my hand fixed for a month for the injury. I could barely move my left arm for three months." Éowyn said, sounded pleased to tell him the story.
"And you are proud of that scar," Legolas commented. "Stubborn child."
"I am not a child," Éowyn caught that Elvish word and led his wandering hand to her wet folds, "not long ago you have just explored my womanhood."
"Perhaps a reexamination is required," the Elf smirked and slowly moved himself downward, positioned between her legs.
She parted them for him and sighed in satisfaction when his tongue captured her again.
The bird chirps woke Éowyn up. It was very early in the morning, the sun had not yet come out. She had to go back to the Halls before dawn for Thranduil. Carefully she removed Legolas's hand from her waist but she forgot that Elf did not sleep like Men do.
The Prince opened his eyes and held her hand, preventing her from leaving the bed. "Éowyn…"
"I have to go," she said sadly while she searched for her clothes. They were scattered around the room. "I cannot be late to attend the King."
Legolas sighed and released her, watching her picking up her garments. He got out from the bed when Éowyn was putting on her dress. His fingers found the laces.
"Let me help you," quickly he did them up and turned her around to adjust her collar. "Ain't I a prophet, predicting that I would help you dress like a servant?"
"You did," Éowyn smiled fondly at the memory.
As she belted her sword, Legolas swiftly put on his tunic and leggings with a jerkin.
"I will come with you." He said while pulling his boots.
"No," Éowyn refused. "It is not necessary. Moreover…"
"You are afraid others would see and say something about us." Legolas finished it for her.
They did not discuss their relationship at all during the four days. They were lovers, she was certain of that and only that. Were they doing it in secret? Would they let the court know? Maybe this was simply a fling. Wonderful four days and that was it. They would be back to their own path without the regret of not knowing and not experiencing.
"I don't know what we are, Legolas." She confessed.
"I want to be with you, Éowyn." Legolas gently embraced her from behind. He could feel her mind overworking. Did she not know how deep he had fallen for her? "You always think so little of yourself. We Elves do not easily fall in love. I cannot bear the thought of being apart from you, living my life without you next to me." He turned her face and kissed her deeply. "Gi melin, Éowyn." (*I love you)
Éowyn's heart skipped a beat. She swirled around and looked straight into his eyes. It was clear and innocent as he had always been.
"I love you too, Legolas."
She kissed him back ardently and his hands were playing with her laces. She pulled away, stopping his hands to move further down.
"Let's allow us some time to think over our future."
"Of course. I would not pressure you into making a decision you might regret later." Legolas said. Although he would like to let others know about them, he understood her reasoning. The court members and his father were not as open-minded as Elrond. It was unpredictable what they would do once they found out about their relationship. Opinions of the Rohirrim, her uncle and brother would have to be taken into account too.
"I must leave," Éowyn kissed him one last time, lips hovering over his. She was reluctant to go but she must answer to the King.
"Let Arodreth ride beside you. He will lead Windfola back to me."
Legolas watched her rushing down the stairs and mounted Windfola. She looked up at him before she commanded the horses to the direction of the Halls. Waving goodbye, her loose hair floated in the wind.
"Dadwen annin, mil balch nín." He whispered. (*Return to me, my fierce love)