Previously:
Meduseld, Edoras, Rohan, Third Age, Gwirith, 3020
Legolas and Éowyn walked down the stairs from Meduseld, speaking of which guests had arrived and which groups they still expected. As they reached the foot of the stairs, they were surprised to see Elladan and Elrohir waiting for them.
"Lord Legolas, Lady Éowyn," Elladan said, bowing slightly.
"King Thranduil and his retinue have arrived," Elrohir finished.
Éowyn breathed, her hand shaking slightly. Legolas grasped it firmly and she looked up at her fiancée.
"Let us go and greet the delegation from Eryn Lasgalen," he said plainly.
"I must change," Éowyn said, her voice quiet.
"Nay. You are beautiful as you are, White Lady," Legolas declared. He turned to the twins. "Come, we shall meet the Elven King in his tent. Ensure that Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn and Lord Elrond join us."
The twins nodded and went ahead. Legolas led Éowyn through the Gate and out onto the field.
Chapter 12:
Meduseld, Edoras, Rohan, Third Age, Gwirith, 3020
Éowyn saw for the first time that a grand white tent had been built next to the tents of the Elves from Lothlórien and Imladris. Banners flew above this new structure, the colours of which Éowyn was not familiar. As Legolas led her closer, she took several deep breaths to calm her nerves.
It was not as though King Thranduil was unknown to the Rohirrim. As with Galadriel, Celeborn and Elrond, they had heard of his name. As he had retreated into Mirkwood and not ventured out in Éowyn's lifetime, his legend grew and twisted into something resembling a child's fable. The Elven King who lived in the dark forest. He shunned the outside world, keeping his people hidden, trusting no one. He was older than the Age itself, and had fought and killed in the most epic battles of Middle-Earth. He was said to look on the other races as being inferior and beneath him.
What bothered Éowyn more though, was how he would judge her. To mate with an Elf was unheard of in her world as well, but her King had given his blessing. Would Legolas' father be as understanding and supportive as Théoden had been? She was not optimistic about the idea, and so as Legolas guided her through the doors of the tent, she remained alert and quiet, preparing herself for the Elven King's scrutiny.
They came before the King and his Court, and Éowyn was stunned by the resemblance to Legolas, both in features and in age. King Thranduil did not appear to be significantly older than his son. He was thin and his skin was pale, his eyes a light colour but seemed to constantly narrow as he looked around him.
He was tall and imposing, and he seemed to be surrounded by an aura that commanded respect. Numerous attendants flanked him, all with their heads bowed slightly, as though to look upon him without permission would incur wrath. His head was held high, and his crown of leaves and branches appeared more royal than any golden jewellery Éowyn had seen. She swallowed. He was even more menacing than she feared.
"Ada," Legolas nodded, touching his heart and bowing his head. His eyes, however stayed raised and locked on his father's, a gesture Éowyn had not seen before. She bowed and curtsied, as was the formality of her people.
"Legolas," Thranduil said quietly, stepping forward and coming within arm's reach of his son. His gaze was stern and unmoving and their eyes met. The King looked intently at his son. Legolas looked back, his face calm and serene, his eyes unblinking. Éowyn watched, realizing they were communicating without words, just as she had seen her Lord do with Galadriel and Celeborn and the others. She felt very small.
Thranduil turned his gaze to her then, and she wished he would go back to speaking to Legolas. She met his gaze and kept her head slightly below his, not daring to raise her chin towards him.
"Éowyn, daughter of Eomund, White Lady of Rohan," Thranduil's tone was detached but firm. "I thank you for taking care of my son. He tells me he owes his continued survival to you and your love for him, and as his welfare is paramount to me, I thank you for your attention to him."
Thranduil nodded his head, and Éowyn nodded hers in reply. She was even more nervous now and she flexed the fingers in her other hand that was not holding Legolas' arm. Something about the King's choice of words made it seem as though he were not in fact thanking her, but drawing attention to the fact that Éowyn had paid particular attention to Legolas, and claimed him as her own.
"Thank you for thy kind words, King Thranduil," Éowyn's voice wavered slightly and she cursed herself for such weakness.
Thranduil glanced at Legolas as if puzzled by Éowyn's answer and Legolas looked back at him sternly. The Elven King's gaze came back to her and his brow creased slightly before his face returned to its passive stare.
Éowyn could feel all eyes upon her. Even Legolas was looking at her, as his eyes were moved to the tableau of her staring back at King Thranduil.
"Come," Thranduil said, taking his eyes from Éowyn and addressing Legolas directly. "Let us sit and discuss this wedding that you have invited us to."
Éowyn could sense some disdain in the King's voice and her anger flared. She followed Legolas as he stepped forward and they took seats opposite King Thranduil. She looked around quickly and recognized Elrond and his sons and Galadriel and Celebron sitting near to them. Their expressions revealed nothing. Éomer, Aragorn and Arwen were sitting further away still, their faces neutral. Éowyn was surprised to see her brother in attendance, but was glad for his presence, and that of King Elessar and Queen Arwen as well.
Éowyn could feel tension in the air and her heartbeat was quickening. This was not how she wanted her meeting with her future father-in-law to go. Nothing rude or angry had been said, but the welcome they had exchanged seemed forced and short. Compared to the acceptance she felt from Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, King Thranduil seemed cold to her.
She also noticed that sitting further away were Elves and Elleth that she had never met before, clearly Legolas' kin and people from Eryn Lasgalen. They were all gorgeous to her. They resembled the Elves of Lórien and Rivendell, but their skin was more fair, their features more pronounced, with higher cheekbones and fuller lips. She also noticed that some of the Elleth were more voluptuous. Even though her own gown and jewellery were finer than theirs, Éowyn felt the familiar doubt of insecurity stir inside of her. As she looked down at her hands, she felt very simple and unsophisticated in the presence of these Elves.
"My son, Legolas, was born in the Second Age, and he dwelt in the forest which we now call Eryn Lasgalen," Thranduil said firmly, and all seemed to shift their attention to him. "As Prince of our realm, he has represented us in our dealings with our cousins of Lórien and Rivendell, and where we have had cause to do so, with Men and the other free peoples of Arda."
Éowyn noticed that a scribe was writing down the King's words as he spoke.
"Almost two years ago, Prince Legolas led a delegation of our people to Rivendell, to inform them of the escape of the creature Gollum from our wood. He was ordered to bring news to Lord Elrond of Rivendell," Thranduil swept his arm towards Elrond. "And return to us without delay."
Thranduil's words were firm and Éowyn did not like his tone. She glanced at Legolas but his face revealed nothing.
"My son did not obey his King's order. He joined the Fellowship of the Ring, pledging his bow to protect the ranger, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, who we know by the name Estel. This ranger had promised to escort a Halfling Ringbearer to the fiery pit of Mount Orodruin, so that the One Ring of Sauron the Deceiver could be destroyed. We did not commit ourselves to this quest. Prince Legolas acted alone."
Murmurs went through the crowd but were quieted almost immediately. Éowyn began to feel as though they were at an inquisition, rather than a family gathering.
"In his travels, Prince Legolas befriended the Halflings, and Men, and found himself fighting alongside a Dwarf, Gimli, son of Glóin," Thranduil barely acknowledged Gimli's presence. "Our history shows that Master Glóin and I had a small disagreement some time ago. I myself know that it is sometimes foolish to take up arms with a Dwarf, for any cause. Prince Legolas appears to feel differently."
Thranduil smirked slightly and that gave his courtiers their cue to laugh at his wit. Gimli huffed slightly but kept himself quiet.
"The trials of the Fellowship were many, and in the course of their adventures, Prince Legolas arrived here, at Edoras, capital city of the Horse Lords, the Eorlingas, Men of the Mark. While we respect any who would have skill with horses and with the bow, I would rely upon my own people, rather than upon Men. Prince Legolas feels differently."
Éowyn began to tense. This was becoming maddening. Thranduil's tone was condescending and irritating. Legolas was not off gallivanting across Middle-Earth playing soldier with Aragorn and the others. He risked his life to save many, to save her, and King Thranduil's lack of respect for his achievements was grating upon her.
"It is here in Rohan that Prince Legolas met the Lady Éowyn. I am told that they pledged themselves to each other shortly after surviving a siege of over 10,000 Orcs from Isengard. One can make rather rash decisions following the heat of battle. I would not take a mortal bride, nor would I pledge myself to one while the battle lust flowed through me. Prince Legolas, as we know, is not me, and he chose differently."
Legolas covered Éowyn's hand with his and stilled her. She would have risen in protest if she was not so stunned by Thranduil's words. How dare he make light of them in such a fashion? Their love was not merely a desperate response in the face of War!
"In our history, there are hardly any unions of Elves and Women. Prince Legolas has not asked for my blessing of this union, nor did he request my permission. He has called us here to this Land of Men to witness this wedding ceremony of the Eorlingas. It is a human ceremony, not an Elven one. I have now met the Lady Éowyn for the first time. This mortal woman will be my son's wife for all eternity, for we know that the Elves pledge ourselves to our betrothed for time everlasting. The line of our House has been pure through the Ages of this world, through Oropher, and through me. Prince Legolas has chosen a mortal for his wife. He has once again done things differently than what I have done, or had wished. His decisions call into question whether he will be able to take up the throne of Eryn Lasglaen. With a mortal wife by his side, we must ask whether he will be able to rule, whether he is worthy of the throne."
Éowyn exhaled. This was a disaster. Thranduil was not only angry, he was furious. His only son had disobeyed him and Thranduil did not approve of their union. To show his displeasure, he was now taking away Legolas' birthright and his claim to the throne as King of the Elves. To sacrifice his entire people for her was insanity.
Éowyn tried to pull her hand away from his, but he held it firmly. She looked up at him, the tears beginning to well in her eyes. He returned her gaze and smiled. How could he smile?
"Éowyn, daughter of Eomund, White Lady of Rohan," King Thranduil addressed her. She turned her eyes back to Legolas' father and held his stare. She would not show weakness in the face of his fury. If he were to spit horrible words about their love and take away her husband's right to rule, then let him do it while looking her in the eyes.
"My son has followed his own path, against my orders, and it has led him to you. If you are to wed, he will walk his own path going forward. He shall not call Eryn Lasgalen his home. He will not rule from Greenwood. This is the decision he has made and these are the results of his decision."
Éowyn opened her mouth and Thranduil raised his hand, shaking his head to silence her.
Thranduil's eyes narrowed as he looked at her, then looked at Legolas. Thranduil rose and all around him rose with him. Legolas pulled her up with him and she stood strong at his side, now raising her head defiantly to the Elven King.
"I have never been prouder of my son, nor happier that his independent nature has found him such a treasure as you, White Lady. Thank you for inviting us to thy wedding. We are honoured to be here, and we are pleased to welcome thee into our family, if you will have us."
Thranduil placed his hand on his heart and bowed reverently to her. Éowyn's eyes were wide as all of the Elves and Elleth that had come from Eryn Lasgalen copied their King's gesture, turning to her and bowing in respect. She found herself the focus of attention, now for entirely different reasons.
Éowyn turned to Legolas and his grin was wide and full of mirth.
"Éowyn? My Ada is waiting for thy answer," he whispered teasingly.
Éowyn looked back to Thranduil, who was still bowing to her but his eyes were looking at hers, his smile equally mischievous as his son's.
Éowyn placed her own hand on her heart and curtsied to the King.
"Mae l'ovannen, Thranduil," she replied, her voice still wavering slightly.
The cheers went up from around the room and Éowyn was still in shock. Legolas leaned over and kissed her cheek. Thranduil approached them and beamed. He embraced his son and took Éowyn's shaking hand, kissing it respectfully.
"My son shall now speak!" Thranduil called out and all was quiet instantly.
"King Thranduil is a wise leader. He has defended our people from shadow and beasts, from the Necromancer and his forces who sought to reach out from Dol Goldur and ensnare us. Much we have lost, but further still would have perished if not for the guiding hand of my Ada," Legolas announced to all gathered with them.
Nods and whispers of confirmation sounded out through the tent at Legolas' words.
"To rule in these times is to be firm and strong. King Thranduil is known to not hesitate over any decision, and to be set in his ways. With dark forces on our borders, one cannot waver, for the fate of our people is in his hands, and he takes this responsibility seriously above all else. He also however, has a reputation for being unmoving and adversarial, refusing to consider any other viewpoint or option. That reputation is perhaps well deserved," Legolas' smirked and some in the crowd dared to agree and laugh with him, lightened somewhat by the King's rueful chuckle.
"Never would King Thranduil of Eryn Lasgalen approve of the union of his only son and a mortal woman, many would claim. They would assume that Ada's firm and unrelenting nature in rule and battle would apply equally to his family. I am humbled and grateful that this is not true, and has never been true."
Thranduil smiled to himself and looked away as Legolas beamed at him.
"My Ada has always encouraged me to be myself, to follow my own path and make my own decisions. Many times have I gone to him, seeking counsel and hoping he would make my choice for me and make everything right. Never did he do so. He always forced me to work towards a solution on my own, with a guiding hand when necessary, but always with the belief that my failures would teach me as much as, if not more, than my victories. I see now how sage and wise such an approach has been."
"If this approach surprises or shocks some of you, if you could not previously think that King Thranduil could be so progressive in his thinking, you do not know Ada as I do, just as you did not know Oropher as we did. King Oropher was a strong ally of Men and the free peoples. He fought in the Last Alliance with Gil-Galad, and such was his love and respect for Men that he decided, Ages ago, to keep our people in our Woodland Realm, and to not venture further, even though our might would have conquered other territories. He consciously decided that our Kingdom was sufficient for our needs, and one of the lands that he specifically refused to take, is now known to all of you as Rohan."
There were gasps and murmurs throughout the Tent as Legolas spoke. He smiled at Éowyn, who could only stare back at him at this revelation.
"It is fitting then," King Thranduil spoke. "It is fitting that we arrive here for the joyous wedding of Prince Legolas and Lady Éowyn. Our people have a connection with this realm and the people who now dwell here, and my son has made the prescient and wise decision to solidify that connection from long ago by taking this most beautiful and incredible Lady for his bride. Éowyn, daughter of Eomund, my Ada would have loved you as one of his own, and now so shall I, and our people shall honour you, and those who shall follow my son shall follow you, and never doubt the bond between the Eorlingas and the Eldar, for it shall be confirmed for all time with thy union. To Prince Legolas and Lady Éowyn!"
Cheers rang out and drink was served and music began. Éowyn was swept up in Legolas' embrace and she laughed gleefully. Éomer came forward with Aragorn and Arwen. Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn and Lord Elrond and his sons joined them, and Gimli and the Hobbits.
"White Lady," King Thranduil said merrily. "You did not believe those rumours about me, did you? Surely you did not fear that I would not come to my own son's wedding, nor that I would be against his choice of such a beautiful bride?"
Éowyn blushed and bowed her head. "Forgive me, King Thranduil, it is just that…"
"It is just that thy reputation precedes you, King Thranduil," Lady Galadriel said, and they all laughed.
"There is one last piece of business we must deal with, although no decision is required this day," Thranduil said, and the group turned to his smiling face again.
"It is true that Prince Legolas will not rule from Eryn Lasgalen. I would welcome my son, and his lovely wife, to the halls of the Elves under Greenwood gladly but my son has refused, as is his right."
Éowyn turned to Legolas. "But, my love…"
"Nay, Éowyn. Eryn Lasgalen lies too far away from the Mark. You would miss thy brother and thy people," Legolas explained.
"Legolas! Do not make this rash decision on my account! King Thranduil, please, thy son is not thinking properly…" Éowyn implored.
Thranduil smiled wide. "Such spirit! Legolas, you are blessed indeed. Éowyn, please call me Ada. I assure you that Legolas has very much thought this through."
Aragorn interjected. "Lady Éowyn, you are the Princess of the Mark, and Lord Legolas is the Prince of Eryn Lasgalen. Both of you come from different worlds, and though you hold those lands dear, and always shall, it is only just that you build your lives together in a new realm."
Éomer placed his hand on her shoulder and drew her attention to him. "Lord Legolas will build a new colony, and rule over it with you by his side. He has sought the permission of Aragorn and myself to renew the forest of Ithilien, and to build it anew to the fairest forest in all of Middle-Earth."
"Many of our folk from Eryn Lasgalen shall follow him." Thranduil stated. "For they will not pass over Sea just yet, and they would have a new home to live in this new Age, while some of us prepare to depart."
"And some of our kin from Lórien as well," Lord Celeborn agreed. "Those who seek adventure and fellowship, and to put their hearts to a worthy goal of restoring an entire forest, with Prince Legolas as their ruler, and the White Lady as their Queen."
"So, meleth nin, if you will permit it, we shall make our home together in Ithilien, within several leagues of both Gondor and Rohan, and with the Anduin at our border, we shall build a place where all will be welcome, and where those who dwell there will be as happy as you have made me."
Éowyn laughed happily. "It sounds incredible, my Lord."
"Excellent!" Thranduil smiled. "Let us not speak of it further for now. You may decide in thy own time, Lady Éowyn. Know now that I am much at ease, as wherever you chose to dwell, my son will be well cared for with you by his side."
"Hannon le, Ada," Éowyn bowed to the King.
Thranduil bowed in return and Elrond, Galadriel and Celeborn escorted him away. Gandalf smiled at Éowyn, before leaving to join them. When they had moved to the far side of the tent, Éowyn turned and slapped Legolas on the arm.
"My Lady!" he laughed.
"Insufferable Elf! You planned this entire scheme! You allowed me to go out of my mind with worry, fearing the Elven King's rebuke, when you knew all along that thy Ada would be so kind!"
"I did not know truly what Ada's thoughts were until he arrived, Éowyn," Legolas laughed, pulling her into his embrace as she fought him half-heartedly.
"It is true, Éowyn," Arwen agreed, laughing herself as Aragorn held her by her waist. "King Thranduil is very difficult to read, but he saw Legolas' resolve, and the love you both share, and he knew he could not stand against that."
"Besides," Elladan added. "He of all people knows just how stubborn Lord Legolas can be, and how futile an exercise it would be to even try to tell him which bride he should choose."
"In the end, the King could not deny that the bonds between Elves and Men run very deep," Elrohir said. "And he would rather see Legolas happy, then have to bear his anger for the remaining time he has here in Arda."
"It is our time, now, Éowyn. Ada knows that. He would see me happy, and one look at us told him all he needed to know about what truly makes my heart sing," Legolas smirked.
Éowyn smiled. "A new colony in Ithilien. It sounds so ambitious, with so much to do."
"You need not concern thyself with that this day, sister. There will be much work to be done, yes. This week though, this week we celebrate thy union," Éomer raised his glass and those around him did the same.
"A toast! To Elves, Men, Dwarves, Hobbits, and all the free peoples of Middle-Earth! May we all live this Age in Peace everlasting!"
They cheered and drank and Éowyn kissed her Lord soundly.
There was much rejoicing and merriment in the Tent of King Thranduil that day, and Éowyn almost wondered if they were already married by the time they prepared to leave. Wine had flowed and a light meal of vegetables and cured meats was served, and there was much singing and dancing. Éowyn met many of Legolas' kin, who he had not seen since he left Mirkwood. They had countless stories of her Lord, many of them embarrassing, and she laughed at them all, kissing Legolas unashamedly to reassure him after each telling.
"Thy betrothed's kin are far merrier than I would have guessed, sister," Éomer said teasingly, as they watched the Elves dance and Legolas was deep in discussion with the King.
"Aye," she replied. "Some are stern and serious, as we always suspected of the Elves, but those who know Legolas, who love him, are as friendly and welcoming as he is."
"I do note however, that there are none who seem to know him as well as Queen Arwen or her brothers."
"Aye. Legolas does not have any aunts or uncles, or blood cousins even. It would appear that his close family is almost as small as ours."
"Excuse me, my King," an attendant bowed to Éomer respectfully. "Prince Imrahil and his delegation are ready in the Golden Hall."
Éomer smiled and turned to Éowyn.
"Go, brother," she shook her head at him. "Legolas and I will greet thy guests tomorrow. Give our regards to Lothiriel."
Éomer bowed and took his leave. Éowyn smiled happily as she saw him give his regards to Legolas and Thranduil before leaving. She chuckled slightly as Thranduil shook her brother's hand in human fashion, albeit awkwardly.
"Legolas, congratulations."
"Thank you, Corinth," Legolas said stiffly.
Legolas was about to go back to Éowyn after speaking to his father regarding the itinerary for the rest of the week. He heard Corinth's voice before turning towards him. It was a conversation he was not looking forward to.
"She is very beautiful, the White Lady."
"Aye, she is."
"And the slayer of the Witch-King! My, my, thy ambition has not faded, my Prince."
"It is not ambition that draws me to Éowyn," Legolas said, his eyes narrowing. "I would attempt to explain love to thee, Corinth, but like many emotions, I am sure it will only escape thy understanding."
"So juvenile, Legolas," Corinth smiled disdainfully. "I am glad for you. Politically, an alliance with Rohan serves us well. Spending 80 years or so with this mortal is a small burden to bear. And, if what they say of the passion of mortals is true, well, it shall be a rather enjoyable…"
"Do not finish that thought, Corinth," Legolas warned.
"Tell me, Legolas, are they really as flexible as rumours say?"
"Why don't you use thy time here in Edoras to visit a brothel and find out for thyself, Corinth? I do not know if they will accept thy coin, but perhaps if you are charming enough, there may be a chamber boy who could be swayed?"
Corinth sneered. "How dare…"
"How dare I what, Corinth?" Legolas turned fully towards him, keeping his gaze. "Thy family name is the only reason that Ada has allowed you to come to the wedding, I am sure. Do not give me a reason to rescind such a courtesy. Now, as pleasant as it always is to speak to thee, I am missing the company of my betrothed. For some reason, I would prefer to speak to her than to you."
Corinth bowed his head patronizingly. "Of course, Prince Legolas. I believe that thy woman is over there, speaking to my sister and her friends."
Legolas looked over and saw indeed that Corinth was right. Looking back and frowning at the Elf's smiling face, he walked briskly away.
"White Lady," an Elleth said to Éowyn, bowing along with two of her companions.
"Greetings," Éowyn replied with a nod of her head. "Welcome to Edoras."
Most of the Elves were not so forward as to address her directly, particularly with Legolas by her side, but as she now stood alone, she returned the courtesy.
"I am Leachielle, of Eryn Lasgalen, and these are Ume and Nicola," she nodded to each of the other Elleth. "Congratulations on thy betrothal."
"Thank you."
"Prince Legolas is very special, even among the Elves. To have won his heart is truly an accomplishment," Ume smiled.
"It is quite an accomplishment indeed," Nicola agreed. "We have known Prince Legolas for many years of Men. Never would we have thought he would pledge himself to a mortal. You must be very special indeed, White Lady."
"You flatter me, ladies," Éowyn answered. "My Lord is very generous in his affection and I am grateful for it."
Leachielle laughed to her friends. "We are very well aware of how affectionate Prince Legolas can be, my Lady," she smiled. "His desire can be fierce as a roaring flame, though his interest, like many males, can wane. Still, you are young, I am sure you will be able to keep him intrigued."
"The White Lady has nothing to fear, Leachielle," Ume laughed. "She is mortal. Prince Legolas will have many centuries after she passes to sate his desires with another. Who knows? Perhaps he will prefer mortals more often?"
"Legolas is not the promiscuous type," Éowyn said coldly. "I have no concern about his desire waning."
"And so you should not," Leachielle said sweetly. "We have heard of the passion of mortals. To have taken thee to bed is surely a tale that Lord Legolas will be bragging about to many of our kin."
"Strange then that he has made no mention of any of his trysts with any of you," Éowyn replied with a smile of her own. "I can only surmise that they must not have been memorable enough for him to repeat."
Leachielle's lip curled slightly and Ume and Nicola gasped nervously.
"Make whatever presumptions you wish, White Lady," Leachielle replied caustically. "The fact remains that there will come a time when you have gone from this world, and Legolas will remain, as will we. But do not be troubled. We will make sure he is well taken care of."
"Meleth nin," Legolas' hand was on her waist and Éowyn looked up at him, smiling. "Leachielle, Ume, Nicola," he barely acknowledged them. "I trust you three have given my Lady the proper respect."
Leachielle smiled. "Of course, my Lord. You are well familiar with how courteous I can be."
"I cannot seem to recall, actually," Legolas said dismissively. "My Lady," he said, holding out his arm to Éowyn. She took it and they walked away, not giving another glance to the three Elleth.
"I hope they were not too annoying," Legolas said.
"I have lived at Court my entire life, my Lord," Éowyn said plainly. "I can deal with three cackling harpies."
Legolas smiled as he brought her to a row of chests at one end of the tent. An Elleth stood by each one.
"I made a request of Ada when I wrote to him about our wedding. I am very pleased to see he has accommodated me."
Éowyn looked at him quizzically and he smiled back at her before looking to the Elleth and nodding his head.
Each of the chests were opened and Éowyn gasped.
"Oh, Legolas!"
She stepped forward in wonder. Each chest contained countless blooms of colourful flowers, none of them native to Rohan and all new to her. She took in their sweet fragrances. Legolas explained that they were grown in the gardens of Eryn Lasgalen and that they were picked just before King Thranduil set out for Rohan.
"You may choose whichever ones you wish, or none at all. I wanted you to see them anyway, so you could have all the beauty of Greenwood and Rohan at thy disposal."
Éowyn closed her eyes and smiled as she breathed in the delightful smells. She pointed to several and instructed the Elleth to have the entire bunches placed into arrangements and delivered to Meduseld.
"Thank you, my Lord," she smiled at him, taking his arm. "They are beautiful, and I am very pleased we will have flowers from thy realm at our wedding."
"Éomer told me that Prince Imrahil has arrived. Shall we ride back and greet him before retiring?"
"We can greet them tomorrow. You have not seen thy kin for so long. Let us stay a while yet."
"That is kind of you, but nay," Legolas patted her hand. "I am thankful to have made peace with Ada. The rest are courtiers and we will see more of them later, whether we wish it or not."
He brought Éowyn to the throne where Thranduil was laughing with Elrond, Erestor, Elladan, Elrohir, Celeborn and Galadriel. The King rose and embraced his son.
"Fear not, Legolas," he teased. "Thy Ada will return to his stern and strict demeanour soon enough. This week though, I shall revel in thy happiness. It is a proper tribute to thy White Lady that we leave politics and all the serious matters of the world outside of Edoras for a few days yet."
"Thank you, Ada," Legolas nodded.
"King Thranduil must truly love thee, Prince Legolas," Galadriel smiled. "We have not seen him so full of joy since thy birth perhaps."
"That is not true, Lady of Light!" Thranduil huffed as the rest of them smiled. "In any event, I am well entitled to enjoy my son's wedding, I trust?"
"Aye, King Thranduil," Celeborn nodded. "Perhaps we shall hold a reception for the newlyweds in Lórien, if only to continue the King's pleasant mood?"
"Do not overestimate my favour, Lord Celeborn," Thranduil frowned, drawing even more laughter.
"My daughter," the King smiled, kissing Éowyn's hand. "Until tomorrow. Should you need anything of us, please ask. You are family now, Éowyn, and I would see thee honoured as such by my people."
"Thank you, Ada," Éowyn bowed to him. "I am so happy that you are here, and that you approve of our union."
"Believe me, Lady Éowyn," Thranduil replied with a smile. "Given the quality of those who have lusted after my son in the past, I am very eager to see Legolas married to you, before you come to thy senses!"
Legolas shook his head and Éowyn smiled. They bid good evening to the other members of the Fellowship as they left the tent. Night was now all around them and the stars were bright above. They walked leisurely, an escort of guards from Rohan and Eryn Lasgalen following their steps through the Gate and back up to the Golden Hall.
They found King Éomer entertaining the delegation from Dol Amroth when they arrived. Despite the late hour, the Golden Hall was still busy with merry making. Éowyn and Legolas sought out Prince Imrahil amongst the crowd.
"Prince Imrahil," Legolas bowed with his hand over his heart. "Thank you for coming."
"Lord Legolas. White Lady," Imrahil bowed in reply. "We would not miss this momentous occasion. King Éomer tells me that thy kin have come from Eryn Lasgalen. I am pleased."
"Aye. I am glad for it."
"We are both glad for it," Éowyn smiled.
They shared wine with the Prince and his sons, and Éowyn made an extra effort to speak to Lothiriel, who seemed to glance at Éomer from time to time. They all bid each other good evening as Legolas and Éowyn went back to her chamber.
"It would seem that thy brother may be trothplighted before we are wed," Legolas teased.
"It does seem that way doesn't it?" Éowyn laughed. "I am sure he will wait several months longer, but Prince Imrahil is apparently open to the idea."
"If by open, you mean eager and expectant, then yes."
Legolas lay back on the bed, stretching his neck muscles as he relaxed. He brought the blanket across his thighs and waited for Éowyn to come out of the bathing room. When she appeared, he smiled at her. She blew out the candles and came to bed. Her smooth skin was revealed to him as she took off her robe and lay beside him.
"Éowyn!" he gasped as her hand held his length firmly and her leg swept across his thighs.
He became hard in her hand quickly and as he moved his arm towards her she slapped at it with her free hand. He lay back as she moved atop of him, her eyes fierce.
"Tell me, Prince Legolas," she said, her voice thick and husky. "How many of the Elleth who have come to our wedding have you seduced?"
"What? Argh!" Legolas gasped again in shock and arousal as she stroked him firmly and kept him pinned beneath her.
"Leachielle, Ume and Nicola spoke of having rather intimate knowledge of thee. Is it true?" Éowyn said accusingly.
"Nay!" Legolas groaned. "Leachielle has thrown herself at me for hundreds of years but I never accepted her, or encouraged her. The other two are simply her minions. Oh, Éowyn!" He snarled, his arousal swelling in her hand.
"You belong to me now, Legolas," Éowyn hissed. "I care not for any of thy past liaisons or conquests. You are mine, for I have claimed you, and all of thy kin and all Elleth across Middle-Earth shall know it."
"Yes, my love, yes!" Legolas breathed. "I would never betray you, Éowyn. I shall love you for all eternity, I swear it!"
Éowyn released her grip on him as he groaned once more. She kissed him hard, pushing his arms down and rubbing herself teasingly across him. She was very wet and he moaned into her mouth at her touch.
"I know you will not betray me, my love," she said soothingly. "And do not fear, I know that I face no rival among any of these Elleth who would desire you."
Legolas groaned again as she teased his length with her hot centre.
"What do you want, my Lord? Tell me thy desire."
"Oh Éowyn, please," he begged. "Let me have you."
She lowered herself on to him and sighed. He immediately thrust upward and she gasped. They found a common rhythm easily and she kissed his lips and his face, returning his passion.
"Show me how much you desire me, Legolas," she whispered.
Legolas groaned and took hold of her hips, moving against her and pulling her against his chest. She held on to him, moaning against his ear and licking and sucking the pointed tip of it, drawing a snarl from him.
"Now, Éowyn," he commanded as he felt her tightening around him. She groaned aloud as he used deliberate and smooth movements to bring both of them to the edge of release. He felt her come apart around him and he kissed her cheek, licking her skin as she rode out her pleasure. As he felt her ragged breaths slow, he began again with long firm strokes, drawing a gasp from her and pushing himself closer to his own fulfilment.
"Yes, my love, yes," she sighed, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Legolas!" she chanted into his ear.
He moaned her name and hilted himself inside of her once again, warning her with a brief cry before he let go completely. Feeling him spurt into her core, Éowyn reached another peak and joined him in bliss, collapsing atop of him. She tried to catch her breath as he ran his hand through her hair, whispering to her softly.
"I love you, White Lady. I love you, Éowyn. I have you. I have you."
"Why do they say that making love to a mortal woman is more pleasurable than making love to an Elleth?"
Legolas' eyes opened, focusing in the darkness. Éowyn was looking up at him, her head resting on his chest. Her lids were half closed and she looked blissful and sated from their lovemaking. A curious gleam was in her eyes and he smiled at her.
"Who says that?"
"Many Elves, apparently," she replied. "I heard whispers of it during Aragorn and Arwen's wedding, and again in conversations between warriors from Lórien and Rivendell. Leachielle and her coven said as much."
"I do not wish to make sweeping generalizations regarding an entire people," Legolas said carefully.
"You would make a fine politician," Éowyn smiled. "Tell me, my Lord. Tell me why making love to a mortal is more intense. Or do I need to draw the answer from thee?"
Her hand moved under the blankets and grasped him again. His eyes widened and he hardened immediately.
Legolas swallowed. "It is because," he groaned as she stroked him slowly, then took her hand away from him.
"It is because Elleth can be cold and uninterested. Many see sex as a means to procreate only, and so they do not enjoy it beyond a means to an end."
"That cannot be all of it," Éowyn frowned. "Leachielle hardly strikes me as the maternal type."
Legolas chuckled softly. As Éowyn's hand moved downward once more, he spoke again.
"Why do you think thy touch would force me to divulge any secret? Torture usually involves something unpleasant, and what you are doing is surely not."
"It may feel good at first, but when I keep you suspended on the edge of release and have you pleading like an Elfling, you will not be so amused," Éowyn said with confidence.
"Very well," Legolas swallowed.
"I also know that you will answer, for we both know that I will reward you once I am satisfied," she said in a breathy voice that cause him to swell further.
"Again, I would not say it applies to all Elleth and all mortal women. I do not have sufficient experience to say it conclusively," he said slowly. "But it mainly has to do with, erm, the manner in which Elves join. Elleth are used to our bodies, and we to theirs. There are subtle differences between Elleth and mortal women."
"Such as?"
"Mortal women tend to have, uh, larger breasts, which are also more sensitive. Elleth are not as, er, tight, and so the feeling of joining is not as, harrumph, intense."
Legolas blushed and Éowyn smiled at him in the darkness. It was quite comical to her that this Elven warrior, so fierce and unrelenting in battle and in bed, could be so timid when discussing such private matters with his own fiancée.
Éowyn moved closer to him, her naked breasts rubbing against his chest and her leg covering his thigh. She kissed his cheek, feeling him shiver beneath her.
"What do you think of my breasts, my Lord?"
"They are…magnificent, my Lady," Legolas gasped in reply as she rubbed her thigh across his hard length.
"And when you join with me, do I feel tight around you?"
"Aye," he whispered.
"Is that why you are always so eager to make love to me, Legolas? Is that why you wish to take me each day? Is it because you crave being inside of me?"
"Aye, Éowyn."
"And how good does it feel? Does it feel better than any Elleth you have had?"
"Aye! Oh yes, Éowyn," he said immediately. The confirmation spilled out of him, and his prompt response caused Éowyn to grow wet in her centre.
"You are doing very well, my Lord," she teased. "But it is not only my body is it? You enjoy taking me because no Elleth writhes for you the way I do. No one screams for you the way I do. You enjoy ravishing me, don't you, Legolas? You enjoy the power you feel when you claim me?"
"Yes, Éowyn, yes," Legolas groaned as her hand took hold of him again. "It is…argh…it is…oh Éowyn…it is because I love you more than anyone I have ever loved in my entire life, meleth nin, ungh!"
Legolas thrust his hips and his hand flew to her hair as Éowyn wrapped her mouth around him. He swelled and she groaned around his size as he thrust into her throat. She squeezed him and he called out, shooting his seed into her mouth before falling back to the blankets of their bed.
"Mmm," she smiled at him devilishly. She discreetly took a drink of wine from the glass set on her nightstand before coming back to fit herself against his warm body.
"You are incredible, White Lady," Legolas gasped.
"You would be wise to remember that, my Lord," Éowyn laughed.
"I shall not forget," Legolas said softly, before his eyes narrowed and he rose towards her. "Now, let me give you something to remember, my love."
Éowyn shrieked as he lunged at her, pushing her down to the bed and capturing her breast, nipping at her flesh and licking her soothingly. Her laughter soon turned to moans as his hands stroked over her centre, opening her up and making her shake with anticipation. He was soon above her and around her and within her and she could do nothing but close her eyes and hang on to him as they spiralled together to pleasure they knew only with each other.
"Do you never tire?" Éowyn gasped as Legolas pulled out of her. He laughed as he pulled her close to him and they fell back into the bath. The warm water was soothing as it covered them up to their shoulders, and she rested her head against his cheek as his hand ran along her arm lazily.
"It is you, my love," he replied. "I have never been so ravenous before, not until I first felt thy touch against me."
She smiled, filled with pride and love. "You will make me a very vain woman, my Lord."
"Éowyn?"
She turned and kissed him chastely. "These testimonials, thy declarations of how good I am at pleasing you, they will make me quite arrogant, making me believe that only I am skilled enough to sate the desires of the great Prince Legolas of Eryn Lasgalen."
Legolas laughed, kissing her back. "It is true. Do you wish to brag?"
"Nay!" Éowyn's eyes opened in shock. "A Lady does not speak of such private matters, Legolas!"
"I am sorry, my love," Legolas teased. "But anyone who sees the way I look at thee will unfortunately be well aware of just what you do to me."
"Perhaps if you did not gaze at me so openly in public, as if you wanted to strip me naked and take me in full view of all of Rohan, then strangers would not have such ideas about us," she replied with mock disapproval.
"That is quite impossible," Legolas said smugly as he leaned back against the edge of the bath. "Even if you were to cleanse my memory of all the times we have made love, the mere thought of you is enough to stir my arousal, White Lady."
Éowyn gasped as she felt him stir beneath the water.
"Stop it!" she said, moving out of his lap. "You have already taken the strength from my legs, my love. Taking me once more will render me quite useless, and it is not even breakfast yet!"
He laughed and pulled her back towards him. "If I were to take you, you would be powerless to stop me." Éowyn swallowed at his words and almost wished she had not stopped him just then. "Very well, my love. I will desist…for now."
She hummed happily as he lifted her out of the bath and carried her back to bed, drying both of them with warm towels before she fit herself to the safety of his body under the blankets. They had several moments left in private before they would be expected to join Éomer in the Golden Hall.
"Does it bother you?" she asked quietly. "That I will die so quickly?"
"Pardon?" His eyes shot open and he looked at her, turning his body so they were face to face lying on their sides.
"You are nearly 3,000 years old. I will only live another 80 years at most. Our time together will be so brief a period in thy life. Will you regret it when I have gone and you are left alone?"
"How could I regret loving you?" Legolas asked, his face frowning in concern.
"It is just that, King…Ada said you will love me for all eternity because Elves pledge their love to one other for all their lives. You have told me as much before."
"Yes?"
"But I will not be here for all eternity. I will die, and I…I do not wish to think of the pain that will cause you."
"Éowyn…"
"Nay! I wish that I could spare you such sorrow! I wish you did not need to abide the Doom of Men. All of thy kin, they shall go West over Sea and have forever with their mates, but you, you my love, you will be alone. All because you have given your heart to a mortal woman."
Éowyn cried, tears running down her cheeks as she looked into his face, which was now full of concern. She reached out and touched his lips.
"I love you beyond all reason, Legolas," she whispered. "But I will cause you so much pain, and I am so sorry."
He kissed her. He pulled her close and pressed his lips hard against hers, forcing her to groan against him as she opened her mouth and allowed him to thrust his tongue against hers. When he pulled back, he smiled at her serenely and she felt fresh tears about to come forth.
"Éowyn, listen to me very carefully, please," he said firmly as he reached down between them and took her hand. He brought it along his chest and placed it over his heart, pressing her fingers against him firmly. She could feel his pulse beneath the hard muscle and the smooth bones of his ribcage.
"This is my heart, Éowyn. I cannot control it. It will not obey any command. I can try and tell it to beat faster, but it will not. I can tell it to slow down, and it cannot. It beats within my body to its own rhythm, constant and everlasting. It speeds up when I am anxious, or slows down when I am at rest, but this part of me lives beyond my control."
She nodded to him, sniffling slightly.
"In my heart, my love, is where you are, where you shall always be. When I saw you for the first time on the steps of Meduseld, my heart woke as if roused from slumber. When you looked at me inside the Golden Hall with thy fierce expression, my heart beat faster. When King Théoden spoke to you and I heard thy name for the first time, my heart memorized it and began to sing."
He kissed her softly.
"We were never meant to stay here, Éowyn. Our Fellowship was only to visit to prepare for War. We rode with Gandalf to marshal the Rohirrim, and we fought at Helm's Deep, and we were to go on to Gondor, and once the Ring War ended, I was to return to Mirkwood, never to see nor speak to any mortal ever again." His eyes were bright and his voice light as he spoke.
"My heart had other ideas, however," he smiled. "When you came to me at the waterfall, I tried to dissuade you, scared that a union with you could never be. My heart would not be stopped, would not be controlled, would not be told to slow down. My heart, Éowyn, was already thine."
"So yes, you will one day, far in the future, die, for you are mortal. If I still live, then I shall mourn you, and I shall be much aggrieved. It must be, for losing the love of one's life cannot be endured without sorrow."
Éowyn sighed, and he smiled at her reassuringly.
"But this pain I shall feel and this loss I shall carry, Éowyn, do not be sad for me. It is the smallest of prices to pay for what you have already given me. You have given me my one true love, my one heart's desire, and such a gift can never be refused, regardless of the price."
Éowyn closed her eyes as he pressed his forehead against hers.
"I love you, Éowyn. You keep believing for some misguided reason that you are not worthy of such a love, but that is not true. My heart has chosen you, and whether we are together for mere days or many years, nothing shall change for me. I shall love you, Éowyn, long after both of us have passed from Arda. And the joy and happiness of our love is beyond measure. I do not fear the Doom of Men. I do not wish I had loved any other than you. Your love has not condemned me, Éowyn. It has saved me. It has shown me a life beyond my wildest dreams."
"But I will die, Legolas," she cried. "I will die and you will be alone."
"Nay, Éowyn. I will never be alone. I never could be alone. I shall have our memories together to comfort me, and our love shall remain with me, whether I walk this realm or some other shore."
She kissed him, wrapping herself around him and feeling the heat from his body. She cried again, but they were happy, joyful tears now. She smiled as they gazed at each other.
"Husband," she said softly. "Thank you."
They kissed again and he pulled her back into his embrace.
"Do not be so sure that you will be rid of me so easily, Éowyn."
Éowyn looked up at him and wiped her tears away.
"You speak again of the changing of the world? Oh, Legolas, I wish I could have thy faith, but I am sorry, it just seems so hard to believe."
"You will see, my love," Legolas smiled. "When the realms are opened and we are reunited and our hearts join once again, you will know the truth of my words and you shall rejoice."
"If that day comes," Éowyn smiled, "I shall be happy beyond description."
After several moments, he kissed her once more before rising. She grudgingly followed, their busy day beginning as their wedding approached.
They came out for breakfast and were greeted with cheerful salutations. There were many guests at Edoras now and numerous delegations had arrived from across the land for the Royal Wedding, making the morning meal a busy affair. Éowyn wore a white and blue gown and had her hair braided in the Elven style. She wanted to give tribute to Legolas' kin now that his father was at Edoras. She also wanted to see how the style suited her. She would never have imagined wearing their clothes, their hairstyles, their jewellery, but now it seemed natural to her, and she found it all suited her.
They both ate lightly as they were immediately surrounded by attendants and guests once their plates were cleared. With the wedding approaching in mere days, there were decisions that needed to be made, colours and patterns to approve and events and schedules to be arranged. Legolas could not help but smile at the entire production.
"What is so funny?" Éowyn asked, glancing at his smiling face.
"Thy people and thy customs, my Lady."
"Really? This all amuses you does it? And what do Elves do? I suppose you whisper to the forest and flowers bloom all around and the wind plays music while the wedding procession marches down a path of blossoms?"
"Nay," Legolas shook his head. "There are usually musicians. The wind can sometimes be off-key."
She shook her head and he laughed.
An audible gasp came from some of the other guests in the Golden Hall as the doors opened and King Thranduil came walking through. He was laughing with Éomer as they walked, Elves and Rohirrim alike falling easily in step behind them.
Éowyn and Legolas rose immediately and bowed as the Kings arrived.
"King…umm…Ada," Éowyn curtsied to Legolas' father. "Forgive me, we were not expecting you to join us in the Golden Hall this morning."
"My daughter," Thranduil smiled, embracing her. Éowyn stared at Legolas with wide eyes. "Thy brother was kind enough to come to greet us this morning and invited us to tour thy lovely City. Upon enjoying his company, I wish I had come here much earlier."
"Ada, will you eat with us?" Legolas said happily.
"Nay, my son," Thranduil smiled. "I am sure that you have much to do. I shall leave both of you to it, while I walk with King Éomer. Lady Éowyn, I apologize for my forwardness, but I do hope you will not begrudge an old Elf the pleasure of seeing you and greeting you when I can. Waiting 3,000 years for so lovely a daughter-in-law is difficult, even for me."
"Of course, Ada," Éowyn smiled. "I am so pleased that you approve of me. I pray I am not a disappointment to you."
"Never, White Lady," Thranduil nodded. "It is my son that I worry about. I pray that he endeavours to stay worthy of you."
The King looked at his son pointedly.
Éowyn blushed fiercely and Legolas shook his head and laughed. "Ada, it appears you are another in a long line of admirers of my betrothed. With so many rivals, how could I not be anything but attentive?"
"Indeed, my son," Thranduil laughed, embracing him. "I trust you are up to the task, for as you say, there is no lack of those who would seek to take thy place."
Thranduil bowed to them and walked away with Éomer and their attendants.
"Unbelievable," Éowyn shook her head.
"I think my Ada has hugged me more in the last two days than he has the past 3,000 years," Legolas said in wonder.
"Come, Éowyn, Legolas," Arwen smiled. "We must go outside to the courtyard to oversee the cordoning of the route the procession will take."
Legolas took Éowyn's hand and they laughed as they followed Arwen outside.
They walked the procession route. Legolas would enter with his kin from outside the Gate. Éowyn would be with her wedding party in Meduseld and would exit from the lower level before joining Legolas in the Golden Hall. The inns of the City were full to bursting and there were small camps outside the walls where further visitors were sheltered. It appeared that the streets were bustling with revellers and well wishers, and Legolas and Éowyn were finding it hard to even venture out in the City as cheers and applause would burst out from all corners as they came into view.
Despite repeated inquiries to both her and Arwen, Éowyn was steadfast in refusing to give details of her wedding dress to Legolas. By the same token, Legolas would reveal nothing of the details of his own wedding party. Arwen laughed at both of them, as they would each pout like children being denied a snack.
"Fine, keep to thy secrets, my Lord," Éowyn said teasingly. "I know how to make you talk."
Legolas blushed and swallowed. "That, would be most unfair, White Lady."
Arwen laughed as Éowyn looked at her knowingly. "Let it be a lesson for you to stay on my good side, then, Legolas."
Arwen left them and they were quickly surrounded by more attendants. Legolas smiled ruefully. Never did he imagine that so many details went into a mortal wedding. As they gave instructions and made decisions, they comfortably fell in step with each other, holding court at the steps of Meduseld. Eventually, the inquiries stopped and Legolas looked to her hopefully.
"A moment's respite, my Lady?"
"Aye," she laughed. "I believe we have earned a rest until dinner."
"Excellent," he smiled, taking her hand and ushering her quickly down towards the Gate.
Éowyn looked at him curiously, but followed. When they reached the Gate, Legolas whistled and Arod and Windfola trotted to them from the stables. Éowyn smiled wide.
"A wonderful idea, my love."
They mounted their horses and were soon out into the open plain, Edoras lingering behind them. They rode at a gallop before easing back and allowing their horses to set a slower pace. Éowyn guided them down a side trail and over to the bank of a small stream, Windfola taking the lead with an easy step. They dismounted and the horses drank from the stream as Éowyn hugged Legolas to her and looked into his smiling face.
"I would come here as a child with Éomer and Théodred," Éowyn explained. "We would swim and lie in the sun, and our nursemaids would set out a picnic lunch for us."
She walked away a few paces and pointed across the bank. "Through that glade is an orchard, belonging to my uncle. We would pick fruits and wander down the stream, sometimes throwing stones across the water."
She smiled wistfully at the memory, and for a moment she seemed to Legolas to be far away.
"It is a wonderful memory," Legolas agreed. "Full of joy and laughter. I am glad for you that Rohan is entering this new Age with Éomer as King and you as its ever present conscience, my love."
Éowyn smiled at him. "Aye. My people are at peace, thanks to you, my Lord. Rohan has a bright future ahead of it. But that is for Éomer to direct. My place is with you now, my love. My duty is to help you build a new home in Ithilien for us and thy kin."
Legolas kissed her tenderly. "All shall be welcome in our colony, Éowyn. Thy people shall see you often, as I expect we shall travel to Rohan on many an occasion. You can even remain here in the first few months while we build the colony. I will send for you when buildings worthy of a Queen have been completed."
"Legolas," she smiled. "You are too kind, my love. Do not fear that I will regret leaving the Mark, or that I shall resent you for it. It was always to be my fate to live with my husband, and it was always possible that I would leave Edoras for that purpose. The Gods have blessed me, as my husband is the fairest and strongest of all the champions across Middle-Earth, and I go to his side gladly, with a full heart. My home is with thee, Legolas, and I shall be happy wherever you chose for us to dwell."
Legolas nodded to her, smiling wanly.
"My Lord?" she looked at him curiously. "You do not doubt that I will gladly go with you, do you?"
"Nay, Éowyn," Legolas sighed. "Forgive me, but I wonder whether taking you away from thy home is the right decision."
"What else would you do?" she smiled. "Remain at Edoras indefinitely?"
"I would," Legolas said firmly. "I would do anything for you, my Lady."
"Legolas, my love," she shook her head. "Now which one of us is being foolish?" She stepped closer to him and fit her body against his. "Do you think that it is the stone and wood of Meduseld that is my home, my Lord? Nay, my home is where those I love dwell, where I am allowed to be myself, my true self, be it as the White Lady, as a Shieldmaiden, as a Princess, as a wife. It is neither a building, nor a decree that determines where I feel safe and loved and happy, Legolas. It is the love of those around me. And there is only one Elf whose love matters most to me, my Lord, and that is why I can leave Rohan without hesitation or regret, for thy love goes with me, and wherever you are is where my home shall be."
They kissed again and soon mounted their horses, returning to Edoras in time for dinner.
