Pressing a sweet kiss upon his Lady's brow, the elven prince hung together with his beloved in the infinite moment that followed after bliss. He murmured in her ear lovingly, words of praise in his own tongue and some in the common one. His fingers gently combed through her matted hair, brushing her temple with his lips. Legolas caressed the exposed, dewy flesh that quivered like the string of a bow. Were it possible, he thought he could perish of this unrelenting joy. Drunk with it, everything resting in a haze, the elf took his woman's mouth with his own.
The river of words breathed into her ears touch upon Éowyn's soul so that she may feel their warmth. Strange and pleasing was her lover's speech, a secret song that burrowed in her heart. Éowyn trembled, the effect of the attentions lavished upon her leaving behind a woman full where merely a girl had been. Straining protesting muscles, the White Lady brought her arms tighter about Legolas. She felt as if she were to slip away and be lost in a sea lest she held onto him. Quick had been her descent from the heights, yet all the same she was irreversibly changed.
"Speak to me, my love," Legolas encouraged when he saw her eyes slowly open. Tenderness shone in his gaze, ghosting upon wisps of gold and stormy eyes. "Let me hear your voice."
Éowyn did not doubt that many had heard her voice. She blushed, a deep red dusting over her cheeks. "What would I say more to you?" she questioned despite the shyness that threatened to take over her.
Chuckling in a manner that bespoke of intimacy, he pulled her in his arms. "Tell me of the barley fields or the taming of wild horses. Tell me of the sunrise and halls of Meduseld in the summer's heat. You may choose whatever you wish so long as you speak." Legolas shifted bringing her closer still. "Talk of childhood days and hours of mischief if you will. Many are the moments you can tell me of. "
"Shall I tell you of my lover, then?" Éowyn teased lightly. Upon witnessing his smile, she went on. "He is like none you've ever seen. A dream, yet solid in my arms. And he holds my heart just so," she stopped as his fingers traced her spine. "Just so. Oh, I could speak of him on and on and not tire at all. I shall not run out of praise to give. Believe me, stranger, I adore him so."
"And I shall never tire of hearing your voice." The elf rested his head atop hers. "My Lady, it sounds like you love him much. He loves you in the same fashion." Adopting a serious mien, Legolas brought her eyes to his. "Never have I felt such strong emotions for another. Were there words, I would explain it, yet I cannot. What name should I give to it? I find no name for what this is but love."
"Love," she echoed. "It is love, my Lord; what else but love? I am filled with this love. Any moment now I might burst. What will be then, when I am brought back into reality come morning?"
"Come morning, I shall love you even more than I do now," he promised. But was it possible to love her more? Oh, yes, Legolas certainly thought so. Until his very soul came apart with it. "Let the light witness out delight."
Clouds scattered across the vast night sky. They framed the moon which in turn bathed the lovers in its ethereal light. The breezes shifted through the leafs, the murmur a constant melody in the dark. Could there be anything to be compare with such a night? The Valar must have smiled upon him and her.