Their shock at seeing Gandalf alive was short lived, though he had not remembered who he was at first for he was now Gandalf the White, he did know of the troubles that had befallen Rohan – which he assured them was the more pressing matter for Merry and Pippin were safe for the moment.

They rode for days toward Edoras, resting only at night. Many a time Erytheia or Legolas were woken out of surprise for how they had slept, and once they had woken together. She had once awakened strewn over his chest, his arms tight around her waist – she had disentangled herself from him and rolled away from him. Another day he woke to his cheek resting on hers, his arm over her waist as he kept her back pressed to his chest, and their fingers entwined against her chest. He had done as she had, unwound their fingers and rolled away. And one day Erytheia had woken to Legolas' face less than an inch from hers. She had startled, for their foreheads were pressed together and their noses touched – so close were they – and found that his arms were locked firmly around her back, keeping her pressed against him. Legolas slowly woke, his dreams – which were of her and committing very indecent acts – interrupted, and he too was startled by how close her yellow eyes were to his. Though the thing he noticed most was not his arms keeping her to his chest and their mouths nearly touching, it was that he kept her hips pressed against his.

He released her immediately and they both rolled onto their backs, staring at the sky as they tried to slow their breathing. He turned to look at her and upon meeting her eyes he found he could not hold them; it was not just that he had woken, his dreams had been more than arousing and he knew she'd felt him pressed against her hip – but he was not ashamed, surprisingly, he was only embarrassed.

As was she. She almost hadn't believed it, and she had a harder time believing that she had been a cause of it – how could she, he was an elf and she half beast. It was inconceivable. And yet his cheeks, which were flushed red, and the lazy lust that was in his eyes when they'd first opened, and the small smile that twitched on his lips for a second when he saw it was her before he realized he was awake; all of that meant that it was her. But she didn't believe it, she couldn't.

They could hardly look at one another that day, and even then at nightfall they still slept at each other's side – as though a string were attached to them, one that would not let them stray too far. It was that night, as they lay shoulder to shoulder, that she allowed herself the thought that Legolas may feel as she did. They lay quietly staring up at the stars, hardly making a sound save their soft breathing. It was easier for him to believe that he effected her, he did not think of her as an animal – not as she did – and so he placed his hand over hers, feeling her sharp intake of breath more than he heard it and knew it then to be true; she felt the same as him.

The proof was in her eyes when she turned to him, her lovely face paled in the moonlight. His entire body was set aflame from where they touched, he burned as hot as she did, his chest grew tight as his eyes trailed to her lips; when he looked back to her eyes he saw her gaze had returned from his mouth as well, and that was all he needed. He moved toward her and she turned on her side, his hand coming to cup her face as he brought his mouth to hers.

They rolled onto their backs at the sound of a throat clearing, Erytheia pressing her lips together knowing it had been Aragorn – and she was right, he was sitting against a tree taking watch and shaking his head at the two – they would reach Edoras the next day, it was not the time though he was glad the two were finally showing they cared for one another. Erytheia felt Legolas' hand tighten around hers and she looked over at him and bit back a smile, seeing a small one on his own mouth as well; they both turned away and stared at the night sky thinking of what they had almost done, their hearts fluttering with hope as they fell into slumber.

…

They rode through the gate and into the city up a hill until they came to the door of where Théoden resided. The people in the city were shrouded in gloom in face of the evil that had befallen their king.

"I cannot allow you before Théoden the king so armed, Gandalf Greyhame," a guard said when the group reached the step of the king's house. "Order of Grima Wormtongue," he explained, though he did not seem entirely happily to.

Gandalf looked to his company and nodded, giving Erytheia a lingering look for he remembered her fiery spirit. And so she, along with Aragorn Gimli and Legolas, reluctantly gave their weapons to the guards, their eyes hard and showing they were greatly displeased.

"Your walking stick," the guard said when they had given everything.

Erytheia looked to Gandalf, as did the others, and waited for what he would do. "You would not part an old man from his walking stick?" he asked leaning heavily against it, looking pitiful.

The guard nearly rolled his eyes before agreeing and letting them in. Grima was a vile man, his skin sickly pale and his hair long and dirty. Erytheia felt the evil Wormtongue had spit in the king's ear and Aragorn saw her pupils elongate and her eyes glow brighter when she set eyes on him, and he almost smiled; this was a man Aragorn would not be opposed should she decide to burn, and they had come across many a man or creature during their years together.

"Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow?" the king asked, his voice old and ragged and sounding very much as he looked.

"A just question my liege."

Ertheia heard the whispers the rat of a man gave the ill king and felt a growl in the back of her throat. As Wormtongue spoke descending toward them as they moved forward, the guards moved along the side walls as they watched the group closely; she could feel their tense muscles as they prepared to attack, and she welcomed it for there was much evil around her, and it was darkening her heart.

Wormtongue made a move towards Gandalf and spoke a threat which Gandalf thrust aside revealing his staff to the foolish man. The men surrounding the room moved forward to stop the wizard but Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas fought them back, but not for long. Once the men made to move a great dragon lept from the raven haired woman causing them to freeze in fear.

Gimli placed his foot on Wormtongue's chest. "I would stay still if I were you, "Gimli said in warning, to which Grima saw the great head of the black dragon crouching low near the dwarf baring her teeth. Her eyes were a blazing gold holding too much understanding.

She had thrown aside a few people when she'd changed skin, for her body was large, but she stayed low and glowered at the man as Gandalf tried to release Théoden, and she snapped her teeth at the worm when he tried to move. She kept him rooted in fear, the only thing keeping her from killing him then was Legolas' hand on her.

The remaining members of the fellowship waited as Gandalf tried to release Théoden, but Saruman's hold on the king was stronger than they'd thought. Gandalf shocked Saruman, nearly blinding them all with his light, by revealing the power he'd attained and began casting the evil out. A fair woman ran out and tried to get to the king but Aragorn held her back, so distraught with fear and worry was she that she took no notice of the large dragon near her.

Gandalf thew Saruman out of the king's mind and the presence of evil left the king, his gray beard shrunk and browned and his skin smoothed and he became younger before their eyes. Not many noticed when Erytheia became human again, but they looked about them startled when they saw the dragon had disappeared. Legolas kept a hand on her arm and she looked up at him, his hips once again pressed fully against hers, their eyes hot and burning – though this was truly not the time for such things. And so they turned away.

So I've been realizing that if I follow the story as the movie does it and just do the events, that won't leave much time for development between Legolas and Erytheia. And I personally like writing their scenes, which honestly don't have anything to do with the movie, but that would also make the story longer a bit; and reviews have been dwindling a bit the last few chapters. And I'm not entirely sure how people are enjoying it. So please let me know.