Legolas awoke back in the Silvan camp, his chest tightly bound. Eowyn sat beside him, but a curtain of hair shielded her face from view. "Hey."

Eowyn looked up hopefully. "Hey. I thought you'd never wake up fully."

"Fully?"

"You woke up once before, long enough to scream about a spider in here. The regular-size type."

"What happened to me?"

"Spider venom. When Rovailros brought you in, Cirel thought you were dead. Your father locked himself away, and I nearly fainted."

Legolas nodded. "Ruin and Gimli?"

"Gimli will be back from lunch soon. Ruin's training."

"How long was I out?"

"Five days. The winds have been pretty restless; the people, too."

"Eh, Silvans were made for the trees. Camping out on the Pelennor isn't exactly ideal."

Eowyn smiled, then leaned down and kissed Legolas. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Is he awake?" Gimli walked into the tent.

Legolas made a face. "Awake enough to smell the Dorwinian wine on your beard. Don't the cooks know not to give you the heavy drink?"

Gimli belched loudly. "They didn't exactly give it to me."

Eowyn and Legolas shared a look.

The winds rushed in. "Sulgarthpen! Sulgarthpen! Are you well?"

"Well enough. Ascarnen said you were restless. You weren't causing trouble were you?"

"We- Well, that is – We toyed with the fat Elf that makes the food."

"What else?"

"We kept an eye on your father for you as you asked."

"What did you discover?"

"Nothing."

Legolas sighed and turned back to Eowyn and Gimli. "Eagan?"

"Nothing," Eowyn reported. "It seems all he wanted was the throne of Mirkwood. If he's not going to do anything else, why not let him have it?"

"Have you ever lost your home, lass?" Gimli asked. "No, you haven't. The Uruk-Hai never touched Edoras, and they never found you in Aglarond, either. So trust me when I tell you that if Rohan had been lost, you'd do anything to get it back."

Eowyn fell silent.

"Is he up?" Nilgon burst in.

"Yes," Legolas called.

"Thranduil is just behind me. He wants to speak with the two of us alone."