Previously:
Meduseld, Edoras, Rohan, Third Age, Gwirith, 3020
"Mmm," Éowyn sighed, stretching her neck before laying back down against her husband's chest. "Thy colony will take many years to build if you allow us to be distracted so easily, my Lord."
Legolas laughed as he ran his fingers along her bare back. "We shall be busy enough, my love. But that does not mean I cannot take time to fulfil my duties to my wife."
"Is that all this is to you?" she said mockingly. "Perhaps I shall spare you this particular duty, which shall allow you more free time on thy own to…ah!"
Legolas pushed her back on to the bed and kissed her firmly. Éowyn laughed and smiled as he ran his hands along her sides and gazed at her adoringly.
"You shall do no such thing, lest you be a heartless woman."
"Ada has invited us to return to Eryn Lasgalen with him," Éowyn said, stroking his cheek. "What thoughts have you on his invitation?"
"I long to see Eryn Lasgalen, and I hope that darkness has been lifted from the wood. I would not ask thee to spend weeks alone with only the company of Elves."
Éowyn smiled at him. "Thy people are my kin now, my love. I wish to see thy forest, and know the flets where you played as an Elfling. Summer approaches, and it is a fine season to ride, if you wish it."
"Thank you, Éowyn," Legolas smiled. "We shall ride with Ada to Eryn Lasgalen, and I shall show you a realm you have never seen."
Chapter 14:
Meduseld, Edoras, Rohan, Third Age, Gwirith, 3020
King Thranduil was very pleased to hear that his son would be bringing his new wife to Eryn Lasgalen. A pleasant consequence for Legolas and Éowyn was also that they would spend more time with Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn during the ride, as the legions from Lothlórien and Imladris would be riding with them. Plans were made and they agree to ride from Edoras once all their guests had departed.
Éowyn came out of the bathing room, her long blonde hair wrapped in a towel folded behind her head. She sat down at her vanity and set out her jewellery. She looked into the mirror and smirked as Legolas came in from the terrace.
"My Lord," she smiled. "I do not think that my people would be comfortable seeing thee in such a state of…undress."
Legolas turned towards her and smiled innocently.
"My apologies, my Lady," he nodded his head. "I was merely drying myself in the sun after our bath."
Legolas walked idly over to a chair and retrieved his clothes. As he dressed, Éowyn rolled her eyes and looked away from her mirror as his obvious arousal came into view.
"Elves," she muttered, unfolding the towel and beginning to brush her hair.
"You do realize that I can hear you, don't you, Éowyn?" Legolas smiled as he adjusted his tunic.
"And you realize that I can see you, don't you, Legolas?" she teased back, catching his mischievous gaze in the reflection of the mirror.
Legolas frowned. "I thought we had finished in the bathing room. If you wish more of me, then I shall accommodate thee, my love," he said. He reached down and pulled at the ties of his leggings.
"Legolas! Stop!" Éowyn laughed. "Unlike you, I have much to accomplish today. I cannot spend all of my time in bed submitting to thy desires."
Legolas retied his leggings and walked over to her. His long fingers found her shoulders and she smiled as he massaged her muscles and nerves.
"Mmm," Éowyn sighed. "My love, you are being very unfair."
"I never said anything about spending all of our time in bed, Éowyn," Legolas smiled wickedly. "Would you prefer against the wall, or perhaps leaning on your vanity so you can see us in the mirror?"
"Legolas!" Éowyn protested, though a slight moan entered her voice. "Stop!"
Legolas chuckled as he rubbed her shoulders. He leaned forward and kissed the top of her head.
"Very well, my love," he smiled, before moving away. The loss of his touch made Éowyn frown at him through the mirror.
"If you can behave long enough, tell me about our trip. What should I have packed for the journey? I do not know the season in Eryn Lasgalen. Is it warm or cooler during these months?"
"It will be warm, I expect," Legolas said, gazing to the window wistfully. "It has been over a year since I was back there, Éowyn."
Éowyn turned in her chair and smiled at her husband. "And what of Court? What should I wear for presenting to thy Ada and during meals?"
Legolas smiled at his wife. "Thy gowns are all beautiful," he said. "But outside of formal ceremonies and events, you will be naked like the rest of us."
Éowyn's mouth dropped open and she stared at Legolas' back as he turned around and busied himself with his boots.
"You cannot be serious!" Éowyn said incredulously.
"No, Elves enjoy being nude, my Lady. It puts us close to nature," he replied.
Éowyn looked down at her hands in shock. She would be expected to walk around naked in Legolas' realm?
Legolas' muffled laughter drew her attention back to him. He grinned and held his hand to his mouth, failing to stop himself from revealing his joke.
"Insufferable Elf!" Éowyn snarled, rising from her chair and running to him. She pounded her fists into his chest, drawing a cheerful yelp from him as he wrapped his arms around her.
"You would enjoy that, wouldn't you?" she shouted. "Parading thy human wife around naked and taking her in plain sight of all thy kin? You would delight in showing me off, wouldn't you, you ravenous Elf!"
"Stop! Éowyn! Stop!" Legolas howled, laughing as she continued to punch him. "I am sorry! I am sorry! I only wanted to see what thy reaction would be!"
"I would command you to walk around Meduseld naked for my pleasure, my Lord," Éowyn teased. "But I know very well that would hardly count as a punishment to thee!"
"Well, I suppose it would depend on what use you would make of me in such a state of undress," Legolas said thoughtfully, laughing anew as Éowyn punched him once more.
She finally relented and allowed him to hug her to his chest. She eventually pushed back gently against him, knowing that he would throw her back into bed if she lingered against his body for much longer.
"Enough of thee and thy insatiable needs!" Éowyn laughed. "Go out and find Gimli or King Elessar and give me a moment's peace. I must instruct my maids on what to pack for our trip."
"You have become far less fun now that we are married," Legolas raised his eyebrow at her as he walked past, kissed her cheek and went to depart.
"You seemed quite pleased with how fun I was last night," Éowyn retorted. She shook her head and smirked as her husband gave her a wanton smile before he left the chamber.
"Elves," Éowyn muttered as she went to her dressing room and perused her clothes.
On the fourth dawn after their wedding, Éowyn and Legolas said goodbye to the King's escort from Gondor as Aragorn and Arwen departed for Minas Tirith. Now, not only did Legolas and the King embrace as brothers and warriors in their usual manner, but Arwen and Éowyn hugged each other as sisters. Éowyn imagined she would be polite and cordial to the regent of Gondor, being Rohan's strongest ally, but now she was a friend to Legolas' kinswoman. Queen Arwen had marched in her wedding, and they shared a connection beyond mere pleasantries of Court. Éowyn was glad for it. Marrying Legolas had brought far more joy into her life than she had originally expected.
"I will have need of thee, mellon nin," Aragorn said seriously. "Now that Gondor is rebuilding, the day shall come soon to look beyond our borders. I have discussed it with Éomer."
"You have my bow, Estel," Legolas nodded. "Always."
They nodded to each other in understanding. Aragorn mounted his horse and the Royal Guard assembled near him.
Gandalf and the Hobbits prepared to ride with the Gondorian delegation. Éowyn hugged Merry and bowed to the other Halflings. They shared a bond, forged in War and founded on having been underestimated and overlooked, and now they could revel in the good fortune of their lands.
"King Elessar has forbid Men to enter the Shire, for thy own protection," Éowyn smiled. "But one day soon my Lord and I shall draw near to your land, and we will be reunited."
"Until then, my Lady," Merry bowed. "Should you or Legolas, or thy brother the King require us, we will answer."
The host of Gondor departed for the Great West Road and the journey to the White City. Éowyn and Legolas led their horses out to the field beyond the Gate. The white tents of the Elves had been lowered, and the host was now mounted and ready to depart.
While Éomer was hesitant to allow his sister to ride without a full escort of Rohirrim, he had to accept that she was now in the care of her husband. As such, the Royal Guard assigned to Éowyn was dismissed, and only some of her maids rode with her to join the host of Elves.
"Goodbye, sister," Éomer nodded. "May you find the Wood of Greenleaves welcoming and warm. I trust that thy husband shall protect thee should the dark forces that once haunted Mirkwood still remain."
"Do you not think me capable of handling myself, brother?" Éowyn replied pointedly. "Fear not. I am among my Lord's kin, and we shall be safe."
"See to it," Éomer answered, embracing her quickly, then helping her up onto Windfola.
Legolas and Éomer nodded to each other and the Marshals and guards drew their swords in salute. Legolas eased Arod forward at a calm pace, and Éowyn followed. They travelled through the ranks of the Elves, headed towards the front where King Thranduil and his guards awaited.
Éowyn sat tall in the saddle, her back straight and her chin raised, feeling the eyes of all the fair folk around her watching. They knew she was Legolas' wife now, no longer merely a dalliance or a liaison of the Elven Prince. She was his wife, and rumours flew that she would be Queen of all who chose to follow Prince Legolas into his new realm. Regardless of whatever prejudices were held by the Elves, for the most part, they were fiercely loyal to their hierarchy – whomever Legolas chose as his mate demanded respect.
Éowyn's eyes roamed the Elves sitting patiently on their horses, waiting for the call to ride. She noticed Leachielle and her gaggle, surrounded by the other members of her House. Éowyn did not turn her head to look at them, easing Windfola forward and taking her place besides Legolas.
Horns sounded and the three hosts of Elves came together as they set out from Edoras. Éowyn glanced back briefly at the flags waving above the Golden Hall. She knew she would be back soon, but her heart was light and her spirit high. This was her first proper journey with her husband, and despite being surrounded by Elves and with none of her own people near her, she was eagerly looking forward to all that would come.
Caras Galadhon, Lothlórien, Third Age, Gwirith, 3020
The ride was swift and they met with good weather throughout. Éowyn spent much of the ride at the side of Lady Galadriel. She learned much of the ways of the Elves, and the two were often found laughing together as the Lady of Light regaled Legolas' bride of tales of her husband throughout the years. Legolas and Lord Celeborn would look back at them ruefully, before continuing on. The Elves, being the escort of both King Thranduil and the delegations of Rivendell and Lothlórien, were a large and powerful force, and they encountered no skirmishes along the road.
At last they came to the nexus of roads where the escorts would separate. The Elves reined in their horses and dismounted. Éowyn followed suit and realized very quickly what was happening. Comrades, cousins and kin embraced, smiling and laughing together. Many would see each other again, for there were still Elves who had not heard the Call of the Sea and would remain in Middle-Earth for years yet. For those who knew they were leaving, they bid goodbye, with promises to meet again in Valinor, the realm where all Elves would one day reside.
Éowyn watched and felt nervous. The Elves all seemed at ease and relaxed, as though this were but a mere delay to their reunion in Valinor, and the certainty with which they all believed in this haven of the Eldar made Éowyn feel very insignificant.
"White Lady," a deep voice called, drawing her back from her sad thoughts.
Legolas and Éowyn bowed reverently to Lord Elrond, who smiled upon them.
"Long have I made my plans to sail into the West. And yet now that my journey is upon me, I find I have many reasons to remain here. Prince Legolas. Éowyn of Rohan. Thy union has done something that I did not believe was possible. You have shown an Elf who has lived through the Ages of this world that there can still be beautiful miracles, and that the history of the World does not contain every event as of yet."
"Legolas, I trust you shall keep watch over my sons, and limit their mischief," Elrond said pointedly.
The couple laughed as Elladan and Elrohir grunted at hearing their Ada's teasing words. Legolas nodded and placed his hand on his heart in respect to the Lord of Rivendell.
"Lady Éowyn," Elrond smiled. "Joyful am I that my daughter has found a friend in thee. I ask that you continue to stand by her in the years to come. It pleases me to know she will have they warm spirit at her side."
"Of course, my Lord," Éowyn smiled at him.
The Elves of Rivendell departed and as Legolas and Éowyn remounted their horses, they watched as the remaining Elves set out in the direction of the Golden Wood. Legolas winked at his wife as they resumed their journey. At his insistence, King Thranduil grudgingly allowed them to camp briefly in Lothlórien so that Éowyn could see Caras Galadhon for the first time.
"While I am anxious to return to Eryn Lasgalen and the Halls of my Ada, it would be foolish to not take this opportunity to show you the City of the Trees," Legolas smiled as they steered their horses to the forest realm.
Éowyn smiled and nodded to her husband in thanks.
They entered a deep and dense forest, and while the Elves were at ease, Éowyn could not help but look around her with alert eyes. She was not as in tune with the forest as the rest of them. Every sound, every scent, every change in direction of the wind piqued her interest, while Legolas seemed almost bored as they travelled deeper into the forest.
"My Lord," Éowyn asked quietly. "We are being watched."
Legolas turned to her and smiled.
"I am impressed, White Lady," he nodded. "Usually only Elves can sense the Wardens of Lothlórien. They are guards, my love. They patrol the trees and watch the paths through the forest. Fear not, we have almost arrived."
Éowyn heard the rush of water and soon they came to the meeting point of the two rivers, the Celebrant and the Anduin. Éowyn smiled as she saw the towering mallorn trees nearby that housed the city of the Elves.
They rode into a large clearing at the foot of the trees. Éowyn stared all around her in wonder, staircases stretched in all directions, winding into the skies towards large flets and houses built atop the trees themselves. Light shone everywhere, and the air seemed still, a sweet scent floating around them. Looking up, it seemed as thought the city itself was a natural extension of the immense trees rising above them, the platforms and extensions built by the Elves a part of the canopy of the forest. And yet, Éowyn could merely guess at what effort was required to build such a place.
"Come, my love," Legolas smiled, helping her dismount. She took his arm and he led her to a particular stair, and they wound their way higher and higher above the forest floor.
They reached a high platform, where the branches above were thin and Éowyn felt as though she were looking out through a window onto the world itself. Legolas pointed to the talans and explained how they were constructed among the trees. Éowyn took note and showed great interest. She expected that their colony would be above ground in Ithilien, and she wanted it to be as fine a realm as could be found on Middle-Earth. Seeing the domain of the Lady of Light for the first time, she realized what a daunting task awaited them.
She marvelled at how the staircases and passages linked the giant mallorn trees and how light bathed all of the flets with an almost ethereal peace. As she stood looking out over the Elven city, she felt her husband's strong arms around her waist and she sighed.
"It is beautiful here, my Lord," she breathed.
"Mmm. I have always enjoyed Lórien. And yet I find myself discovering it anew now that I am here with you, Éowyn."
He pointed to the Deep Fosse and the single bridge that allowed passage to the City. She nodded in understanding. Their colony may not have city walls, and so the deep moat would be the only protection they could build.
"We shall need a similar defence, my Lord," she nodded. "Although living so high above the forest shall offer its own natural protection."
Legolas' eyes were mischievous at her observation.
"Caras Galadhon some say is the brightest of Elven cities, but it is not the only way to build a city, my love," he said vaguely.
Éowyn did not detect the hidden meaning in his words. She stared out across the city, leaning back into her husband's warm embrace, and smiled at the sense of peace that flowed all around them.
Éowyn quickly learned that the ways of the Elves were not so far removed from that of her own people, particularly in matters of Court. During their stay in Caras Galadhon, the Elves of Eryn Lasgalen seemed to keep to themselves, and only interacted with the Elves of Lothlórien at meals and formal events. Galadriel and Celeborn were often in their chambers, and were not seen unless there were scheduled dinners or ceremonies to attend. King Thranduil kept to his own counsel, and though he was always pleased to see Legolas and Éowyn, he did not seem to venture beyond his rooms particularly often.
As a result, Éowyn spent a great deal of time circulating around the flets and passages with Legolas. They rode together through the forest, visiting rivers and fields that Legolas used to roam in days of old, and observing how the Elves went about their daily lives, how food and water were brought into the city, how security and defence was organized, and all the myriad details that came with running the largest city of the Elves on Middle-Earth. As in Rohan, there seemed a detachment and separation between the ruling class and the general population, and though Éowyn was welcomed by Galadriel and Celeborn more often than others, she was able to see firsthand why the Elves were considered cold and aloof by the other peoples.
"You are strangely quiet, my love," Legolas murmured as he held her close.
She looked up to the branches above their private talan, a small canopy of dense leaves shielding their platform from the view of others. Legolas' hands circled her breasts and pulled her back against his chest. She smiled as the warmth of the blankets and her husband's body calmed her.
"I think I was rather loud just now, actually," she smirked, feeling him laugh against her. He kissed her hair, then her cheek and shoulder.
"I know when you are deep in thought, Éowyn," he continued. "You have been pensive for some time now, outside of the distraction that you just kindly provided to me."
It was now her turn to laugh. She rolled over in his arms and nestled against him, their eyes meeting as she kissed him softly then pulled back.
"I was merely thinking that the ways of thy kin are new and different to me," she explained. "You are so warm and giving, and you do not have the airs and pomp of a Prince, though that is what you are. I wonder whether you shall rule our colony in the same manner as Lord Celeborn and of your Ada, or whether you shall choose another direction."
Legolas smiled and kissed her in reply.
"It is a question I have pondered as well," he said. "I have known only Ada's fierce resolve as a model for rule. I know that Estel and Éomer would be different, although perhaps not significantly so. As our colony will be small in its early beginnings, I expect we shall require everyone's cooperation to build it as we wish. It will require direction, but perhaps not as hard and strict a ruler as those of other Kingdoms that we know. First, we must go to Ithilien learn what shall be our land. We can decide just how we shall rule afterward."
"That is wise, Legolas," Éowyn smiled. "You shall be a strong King, my love."
"So long as you remain by my side, Éowyn," he smiled back.
When it was time to leave for Eryn Lasgalen days later, Éowyn found herself regretful at parting from Lady Galadriel. They shared a tender embrace, and Éowyn could feel tears welling in her eyes.
"Do not be sad, White Lady of Rohan," Galadriel said soothingly. "I too am sad that I shall not see all the adventures that you will enjoy in the years ahead. But I shall hear tales of thee, and I shall send you and thy husband my blessings from Valinor, and perhaps one day we shall see one another again. Knowing you have an entire lifetime ahead of thee with Legolas gives me joy, as it should you."
"I wish for that, my Lady," Éowyn whispered, calling upon her resolve and composing herself. "I shall look forward to the day of our reunion."
Galadriel had taken Éowyn to her mirror during the star filled night, and Éowyn was dazzled by all she had seen. She could not recall exact details, and she suspected that was done on purpose. But she knew that her life with Legolas, as shown to her in the mirror, would be eventful and wonderful, and for that she was glad.
"There is so much that I do not know," she sighed, as Lady Galadriel watched her looking into the mirror. "Being a wife, let alone being a wife to a Prince of the Elves, is unknown to me."
"It is not a thing to be told, nor taught, Lady Éowyn," Galadriel smiled at her. "It is to be lived. Trust in the love of thy husband. So long as thy bond remains thy utmost priority, the rest shall be details. Wonderful, exciting details that you shall learn together."
There was a quiet parting between Thranduil, Galadriel and Celeborn. Legolas was certain the parting of Galadriel and Celeborn would be very sorrowful, but all three remained stoic, although their thoughts passing between each other were more emotional. They finally nodded to each other and the Elven King turned and walked purposefully back to his mount. He led the procession of Elves out of Lorien, and Legolas and Éowyn followed with her maids. She looked all around them as Windfola trotted along in pace with the others. She wanted to remember the Golden Wood as vividly as she could. Legolas had told her as they lay together on their private talan beneath the stars that the forest would fade once Lady Galadriel departed, and further still once Lord Celeborn took his leave. For now, with the sun shining above them and the mallorn trees in full bloom, Éowyn breathed in the warm air as a souvenir of this formidable metropolis of her husband's people.
Halls of the Elven King Thranduil, Eryn Lasgalen, Third Age, Lothron, 3020
The last travelling host of Elves came out of Lórien and crossed the Anduin, moving through the fields and drawing closer to the forest. The host was silent as they passed by the ruins of Dol Goldur far on the horizon, and the mood among the Elves was sombre as they neared the Old Forest Road.
Éowyn did not quite understand the heaviness that set in among the riders, but she remained silent, keeping Windfola close to Arod and observing as Legolas seemed deep in thought. She had never travelled this far into Rhovanion before, and as they went, she did notice a change in the forest to their flank. The trees seemed tall and healthy, the sun shining down around them. The air was crisp and clean, and there seemed to be life teeming all about. When the host crossed into the forest paths, the Elves were lighthearted and glad once again. Home was mere leagues away.
As they travelled, the forest seemed to open to them. Where Éowyn previously saw but a dense wall of trees, a path appeared. Where Éowyn felt as though the myriad branches and leaves above seemed to trap them below, the sun shone through. She marvelled at the ease with which the Elves moved through the forest,
Legolas' eyes were wide and his smile pure as he beheld his homeland for the first time in over a year. Éowyn laughed as she took in her husband's look of wonder. She had to admit that while Eryn Lasgalen did not have the majesty of Lórien, it was still a lovely realm.
"Welcome home, my Lord," Éowyn smiled.
"Nay, dearest," Legolas replied, smiling. "It does my heart well to return to the Greenleaves, but it is no longer my home. Still I would show thee my Ada's halls."
Éowyn noticed that the Elves had brought their horses into rank, three astride. She gasped in wonder as they passed through a maze of trees, shrubs and thickets, emerging over a long bridge that ended in a majestic and imposing door built into the side of a cliff. At the sound of a horn, the great stone doors open ahead of them and the procession disappeared inside. She looked at Legolas perplexed.
"I never said that we dwelled in the trees here, Éowyn," he smiled.
They dismounted as they came into a vast underground city and Éowyn stared all around her in awe. The stonework rivalled even Gimli's stronghold at Aglarond, and yet there was also a natural form to the rock and stone that shaped the caverns which stretched out into the distance. Immense pillars stretched the height of the caverns, some etched and carved, others seemingly made from huge tree trunks. Bridges and paths wound all around them, showing just how vast the halls of the Elven King truly were. There was light everywhere, shafts of sunlight from high above, seeming strange to Éowyn given that they were below ground, and large torches and lamps mounted and hung every few feet.
Of greater interest were the waterworks that ran here and there, bringing water from a river that ran through the caves and into the halls. Trees and large floral arrangements seemed to grow from the stone, giving the underground capital a living, breathing spirit.
"I have never seen a place such as this," she said, looking all around her.
Legolas smiled and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"I hope that being here pleases thee, Éowyn," he whispered.
The delegation of Elves split apart as many returned to their homes or to their posts. Legolas led Éowyn to the palace interior, a large throne room surrounded by huge pillars. Great doors opened to welcome them and Éowyn saw the ornate carvings in the stone depicting great battles of old.
"Daughter," King Thranduil smiled as they entered the throne room. Éowyn curtsied to him and bowed her head. She looked at Legolas with a stunned expression as the King came forward and embraced her.
"Welcome to Eryn Lasgalen, or more specifically to my Halls, the capital of the Elven Kingdom. Legolas will show you around and we shall eat later. It has been a long ride. Rooms have been made ready for you and thy maids. I shall see you at dinner and if there is anything that you need, please ask, Éowyn. You are among thy kin now, and my people shall honour you as befits thy station as wife to my son."
"Hannon le, Ada," she replied before she took Legolas' arm and left the throne room.
He led her through passages and corridors that seemed to snake all about. Éowyn could not begin to decipher where they all led, but Legolas walked confidently as if he had never left. She found her maids relaxing on the small terrace outside their rooms. They bowed to the Royal couple before Legolas guided her to another door.
"This is our chambers, my love," he smiled.
Legolas opened the door and allowed Éowyn to step through first.
"Oh, Legolas," she said.
The large entry opened on to a parlour where large chairs were set for receiving guests. Walking through into the main living room, Éowyn smiled at the books on the shelves and the glassworks and candles scattered about. Everything she was seeing for the first time was part of her husband's life here, and she inquisitively looked all around her. A large balcony ran the length of the room and Éowyn could see waterfalls and a small garden nearby as the vast caves opened to view.
"This way, Éowyn," Legolas smiled, taking her away from the balcony. He guided her to the bedroom, which was dominated by a sizable bed with four tall posts and a veiled canopy. An opening in the ceiling allowed light from the outside to filter in.
"I do not know if I shall enjoy sleeping here, my Lord," she said with a teasing frown. "It is certain that I am not the first female to lie in this bed."
Legolas' eyes widened and his mouth gaped.
"Éowyn! Nay! I have never…I did not…you are the only woman who has ever been here, I swear it!" he sputtered, his face blushing.
Éowyn smiled, coming into his arms. "No Elleth has ever been here, Legolas? I find it very difficult to believe that thy bed has been empty for nearly three thousand years."
"It is true that I have had lovers in the past. I shall not deny that. But to invite one to my bed is a different matter, my love. I never…I had not met anyone who I wished to bring here before."
Éowyn smiled and kissed him tenderly. "I do not care for who has been here before, my love. This room reminds me of you in so many ways and I am happy to be here, with you, right now."
Legolas smiled and kissed her softly. He pointed her towards the bathing room and allowed her to freshen up after the long journey. When she had changed into a light dress and her tiara, better befitting a visiting Princess of Rohan, he led her back outside.
"My Ada's halls were built to resemble Menegroth, an ancient capital of the Elves in the First Age. They called Menegroth the 'Thousand Caves'. We do not have quite so many, but the network here is quite vast. They were built by Oropher, as a refuge for our people when Sauron and his evil forces invaded the forest. Long have we dwelt here in safety. Contrary to what you may have heard, Elves are rather at home underground."
"Menegroth, the capital of Doriath, home of King Thingol and Queen Melian," Éowyn answered.
Legolas looked at her, stunned.
"I am perfectly capable of reading, Legolas. Are you surprised that thy wife would be interested in the history of her husband's people?"
"I shall need to watch thee more carefully, dearest. Soon you shall be wiser than I in the ways of the Elves."
Éowyn laughed as they continued the tour. They passed many Elves who greeted them with hands on their hearts and slight bows. She knew that Legolas would be popular given that he had been gone for such a long time, but she felt flattered as his people greeted her with equal reverence and respect.
Thranduil's halls were perhaps not a thousand caves in number, but they were vast indeed. Éowyn went from chamber to chamber, holding fast to Legolas' arm and making note of the fashion that the Elves kept their stables, their kitchens, the smiths and armouries, all in large caves carved into the rock. While she did not envision their colony in Ithilien being underground, it was instructive to see how the Elves made use of space. It was not much unlike the manner of her own people, and she was glad for that. She filed the information away in her memory, along with what she now knew of Caras Galadhon. Despite his proclamations that he would create a realm to welcome all peoples, Éowyn knew that most of the first residents of Legolas' colony would be Elves, and she intended to make them feel at home by designing their land in Ithilien to hold the best features of Lórien and Eryn Lasgalen.
When they returned to Legolas' chambers, Éowyn moved to walk through the door when Legolas pulled her back.
"My Lord?"
"Forgive me, my love. There is something I should have done when I first brought you here."
"What?"
Éowyn yelped as Legolas swept her up in his arms. She laughed as he pushed open the door and carried her across the threshold into the chamber. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she rested her forehead against his cheek.
"Welcome, my love. It is not our home, but I am very happy to be here with my wife in this moment."
She kissed him as he carried her through the living room and up the small stair into his bedroom. She laughed as he lay them both down on the soft blankets and she kissed him happily.
"Legolas," she sighed as he kissed her neck and his hands roamed from her breasts and down to her hips. "My love, it is almost dinner hour. Ada will expect us."
"We Elves eat later than thy people, dearest," Legolas breathed as he licked her skin and undid the buttons of her dress. "We have time yet."
Éowyn smiled as she gave in to his attentions. She undid his tunic and stripped him of his leggings before allowing him to lift her skirts. She cried out as he entered her swiftly, and as he bared her breasts and nipped at them, her legs wrapped around him, pulling him in deeper.
"Éowyn," Legolas whispered as he thrust against her. "Éowyn."
She closed her eyes and smiled, arching her back and taking him fully. Her arms wrapped around his back and his lips brushed across her ear, the only sounds their gasping breaths and her name repeated again and again.
Though conscious thought was rapidly leaving her, she marvelled again at his skill to draw such a response from her body. Would it have been like this with a Man? Was she always to be so passionate and it was merely Legolas who happened to unlock this part of her? She felt her release building within and his movements became stronger and demanding, any attempt she made to delay her peak obliterated by his insistent hips and the sweep of his tongue across her neck, his continued calling of her name.
Her eyes shot open and she clutched him to her with her arms and legs. She moaned as he brought her to climax and pleasure coursed through her body. He continued to call her name, moving within her as she peaked.
Legolas slowed himself as his wife relaxed and calmed down in his arms. He kissed her softly, delighting in her soft skin, her lips, neck and shoulder. He lay on top of her for several moments, before his eyes widened and he felt her moving against him, her hands and thighs pulling him tighter to her.
"Now, Legolas," she breathed into his ear. She continued to whisper to him as he quickened his pace and finally he kissed her hard as he reached his own release, breathing in her scent and feeling her warmth against him as he shook with desire and euphoria.
When they emerged from his chambers, even the older Elves who had lived through more than one Age had to stare as the Royal couple made their way to the dinner feast. Éowyn wore a dark green gown in the Elven style, her Rohirric coronet in her hair, and the jewellery given to her by her husband about her neck, wrist and ring finger. Her hair fell in waves past her shoulders and her white skin was kissed by colour from riding in the sun for the previous days. She was clearly not an Elleth, and yet she appeared so beautiful and regal that all who she passed were compelled to bow their heads in tribute. She was greeted initially as the wife of their Prince, but all who looked upon Lady Éowyn of Rohan as she sat proudly at the side of her husband saw her for what she was – a Queen.
A serving Elf poured wine for her and Éowyn smiled as the sweet liquid flowed down her throat. She turned and saw Legolas grinning at her and she leaned over, whispering to him.
"Elven wine," Éowyn said. "My Lord, you know very well that it is a stronger drink than the wine of Rohan or Gondor. I suspect you are trying to inebriate me so I will be more compliant later this evening?"
"I am merely showing you the wine of my people, my love," Legolas answered.
"Mmm…"
She took another sip before putting the intricate glass goblet back down. Platters of vegetables, meats and breads were brought to her and she found the meal entirely delicious. The taste of food made by the Elves was more subtle and less overpowering than that of her own people, and Éowyn found that the wine seemed to enhance the flavours she was sampling.
She sipped from her goblet thoughtfully as she looked around the Hall. King Thranduil was deep in conversation with one of his advisors, while lords and ladies of Court seemed to be laughing and gossiping. It was very similar to her meals at Edoras before the War of the Ring, and yet different. She could not help but feel eyes upon her. She saw Leachielle, Ume and Nicola seated at the far end of the Hall, their eyes launching daggers towards her. At least that type of behaviour she was used to, Éowyn thought wryly. Placing her glass down, she turned her head and, to her delight, her husband turned immediately and gave her his attention without her even having to utter a word.
"You are again deep in thought, Éowyn," Legolas smiled.
"It is a funny thing, my Lord," she replied quietly. "I have been to many feasts and both received guests at Meduseld and been received in Courts all across the land. Yet ever since we were betrothed to each other, it seems that wherever we go, there are inquisitive glances. I had thought curiosity would end once we were married, but it appears that is not the case."
Legolas squeezed her hand and smiled warmly. "There are two causes for that, my Lady," he smirked. "First, you are the only mortal woman to enter Ada's halls and sit at his table, at least as far as recollection would tell. While my people have travelled near and far and seen much in the Ages of their lives, a Princess of Rohan sitting at the head table here is a revelation indeed."
Éowyn smiled, taking up her refilled goblet. "And the second reason, my Lord?"
"Though we have lived many lifetimes of Men," Legolas said knowingly, "few of my people have seen anyone so beautiful as you, my love."
Éowyn smiled at him. Ignoring propriety, she leaned further towards him and he placed a soft kiss on her cheek. She heard small gasps and saw smiles along the table as the Elves witnessed the display of affection. Éowyn savoured another bite of food and relaxed, enjoying her first formal meal in the Halls of the Elven King, the realm of her husband.
Éowyn lay back among the pillows, rubbing cream into her hands. The sheets around her legs were soft and she smiled as her husband emerged from the bathing room.
"What is that?" he asked.
"It's a skin cream. The maids were given them when they arrived and they find it quite nice. It's apparently used to prevent dryness."
"Mmm," Legolas nodded, discarding his robe and sliding into bed beside her. Éowyn smiled at his bare chest and his long blond hair, unbraided and falling behind him. "I have heard of this cream. The Elleth use it as the air within the caverns can be dry if there is no rain above ground for a while. I do not think I shall ever understand the different substances that females use."
"It is a woman's secret how she chooses to maintain her appearance, my Lord," Éowyn smiled at him. "Rest assured though, that anything that I use is ultimately for thy benefit."
Éowyn frowned suddenly as she heard noises coming from the window. Her eyes narrowed as she focused on the sound, then her mouth gaped as she realized that she was hearing the distinct moans of a female somewhere outside.
"My love? Is something wrong?" Legolas asked.
"Do you not hear that?" she turned to him.
"Do I not hear what?"
"That sound, coming from outside?"
"The sound, coming from…oh!" Legolas looked away as his Elven hearing perked up, then he looked back at his wife's startled expression.
"I'm sorry, Éowyn. Perhaps I should have warned you," he smirked as a particularly loud cry sounded out, followed by silence.
"Elves can be rather…" he cringed, "expressive in the acts of love. As we are underground, the sound can sometimes fly through the stone and be heard elsewhere."
"Are you saying that we just heard the cries of two Elves mating?" she asked with wide eyes.
"Well I suppose it's possible it could have been more than two," Legolas mused.
"Legolas!" Éowyn slapped him.
"Ah! Éowyn! I'm simply speculating that it's impossible to know precisely just how many there are," Legolas explained, rubbing his arm where she had hit him.
"And you allow this behaviour to carry on?"
"Well it is not all of the chambers that can hear the noises, after all. First, the…umm…lovers need to be rather loud, and second, it is only particular parts of the Halls where the sound can carry from."
"And what of our chambers? Can anyone hear what goes on in here?" she asked with wide eyes.
"I really can't say," Legolas answered. "No one has ever told me so. And I have never had anyone here to…umm…be loud with."
Éowyn smiled, leaning into her husband.
"And what is thy wish now, my Lord," she teased, travelling her hand along his bare chest and dipping below the sheets towards his arousal.
"Do you want to make me scream, Legolas? Do you wish all of thy people to hear me as you take me?" she whispered.
Legolas groaned as she stroked his length firmly.
"You are so eager, my love," Éowyn said seductively.
Legolas groaned as sensation shot through him. As his wife moved upon him, he idly wondered exactly who's voice would be echoing through the caves this night.
Éowyn wandered down through the winding passages, frowning to herself as she tried to recall the route that she sought. It would have been much easier to take one of her maids or an attendant, or even to wait for Legolas to come back from his meetings, but that would defeat her purpose, and so she continued on alone.
She also could have easily asked for assistance. She found that travelling through the Elven Halls were similar to walking through the streets of Edoras. She was greeted constantly, with gestures ranging from a brief nod to a full on bows and curtsies. The Elves were stoic and reserved by nature, or so was the thinking of Men, but in the presence of the wife of their Prince, they were all moved to acknowledge her in some fashion. While Éowyn was pleased for the courtesy and respect, it made her travels somewhat more difficult as she needed to pause and return the greetings from those Elves she passed. It also made it impossible for her to ask for directions as she was too embarrassed that showing such weakness and ignorance of their realm would cause Legolas' kin to lower their opinion of her.
So she persevered. Thankfully, there was always light and open space throughout the paths, making it easy for her to see where she was and reorient herself to where she needed to go. After much trial and error, and another dozen or so greetings with Legolas' kin, she reached her destination gratefully.
"Le suilon, Master Blacksmith," Éowyn bowed as she came into the large chamber. She had not determined how much Westron was actually spoken among the Elves, but she hoped that there was at least some rudimentary knowledge, otherwise this mission would be a failure.
"The White Lady of Rohan!" A large Elf exclaimed. He wiped his hands with a cloth and came running over to the counter where Éowyn waited. He bowed low, placing his hand on his heart. "You honour me with thy visit, Princess."
Éowyn smirked slightly. She was never called 'Princess', however she could understand why the blacksmith referred to her so.
"I require thy assistance, if I may ask for it," Éowyn continued, pleased that she could speak fluently to the Elf.
"I shall serve thee," the blacksmith nodded.
"I require a shield," Éowyn stated. "My last one was…broken."
"No finer a fate could it have asked for," the blacksmith nodded respectfully. "To protect our Prince's future wife against the Witch-King, such a fine piece of wood it must have been."
Éowyn stopped herself from cringing at the reference to her battle on the Pelennor Fields. She could hear and feel the splintering of the wood as her shield was obliterated by the weapon of the Nazgûl Chieftain in her mind and she willed such thoughts away. She thought instead of how the Elven bracers given to her by Legolas had absorbed the dark blow. She smiled. Even when they were leagues apart, her husband had protected her.
"I wondered about crafting a shield in the Elven style," she said. "While shields in Rohan and Gondor suit our purposes when riding, if a light and sturdy version can be made here, I wish to see it."
"To craft such armour for the Princess of our kin would be a joy," the blacksmith smiled.
He busily went back to the large fire growling in the pit in the back of the chamber. Other Elves were busy tending the bellows, hammering on the anvils, and sitting at crafting tables going about their work. It was an operation fitting of the Elves – clean, efficient, and quiet, the only sound the crackling of the fire and the hammering of the goods.
"This is mithril," the blacksmith declared, placing a long sheet of the precious metal before Éowyn. "I know that Your Ladyship is familiar with it. We prefer metal for our armour than leather or wood, however it is a challenge to ensure it is not too heavy to be used in battle."
Éowyn nodded as he showed her other pieces of steel and silver, explaining how they went about melting the materials so they could be bound together, then weaving them into one clean surface, using the best characteristics of each.
"And this?" Éowyn pointed to a shield hung on the wall behind the blacksmith. "The colour is gold. What benefit in battle does that serve?"
The blacksmith glanced back at the piece of armour, then smiled at Éowyn.
"Actually, we use gold for the accents. Simply because it looks beautiful," he explained.
Éowyn smiled. She finished her instructions on what she required, then reached for her purse.
"Nay, White Lady!" the blacksmith shook his hand at her. "No payment is required. You are royalty."
"Nonsense!" Éowyn objected. "I am but a guest, and your skill deserves to be compensated fairly. Please name your price."
The blacksmith smiled and shook his head. "There shall be no price, Princess," he said kindly. "I am already in your Lord's debt, and this will be a small contribution to a sum that can never be fully repaid."
Éowyn frowned. "Of what do you speak?" she asked. "You are indebted to Legolas?"
The blacksmith nodded and smiled. "More than it is within my power to pay back, Your Ladyship."
"Perhaps I can speak to my Lord on thy behalf," Éowyn suggested. "Surely he is the last Elf that would need money from…"
"Nay, White Lady," the blacksmith laughed. "Prince Legolas would never ask me for money! Outside of that, there is not price that may be set upon the service he has done for me and my kin."
"I do not understand, Master Blacksmith," Éowyn replied. "I do not wish to pry, but I would know thy story with my husband, if you would tell it."
"It would be my honour, Your Ladyship," the blacksmith bowed. "When rumours of the Necromancer were about, King Thranduil ordered the doors to his Halls closed, and the realm sealed from the dark forces of Mirkwood. There were already parts of the forest that we were forbidden to visit, and with spiders and Orcs and wargs and all manner of foul beasts in our lands, it was safer within the caves."
Éowyn nodded and remained silent as the blacksmith told his tale. She could understand the feeling of being trapped in one's own land. She rarely ventured beyond the Gates of Edoras when King Théoden was under Saruman's spell and Orcs threatened Rohan's borders.
"Foolishly, I wanted to visit a vein of ore to the East one last time. It is rich and bountiful and supplies the materials I need for all manner of arms and even jewellery. I am known for crafting this particular material, and I was petty enough to fear for my reputation if I could not use the metal that I required."
The blacksmith sighed and looked away wistfully for a moment.
"I bribed one of the guards to let me out. I was only going to be gone for an hour and it was midday. I did not think there was any danger as the sun was shining and the forest seemed calm. I reached the ore vein swiftly and was able to mine what I required in minutes. My packs were loaded and I began my return, all the while thinking of the lovely blades and trinkets that I would be able to produce, and the accolades and profits that would come from them."
"This does not sound like a sad tale at all, Master Blacksmith. It sounds like some harmless mischief," Éowyn said.
"Nay, Princess," the blacksmith shook his head. "So lost was I in my reverie that I did not notice my horse growing agitated and skittish. He was not nearly as foolish as I, and he sensed the danger long before I did."
"What was it?" Éowyn asked.
"Spiders," the blacksmith spat. "They had been tracking my movements and were following silently from behind and above, closing in on me without my even realizing it. No single Elf with a sword a solitary bow could resist these creatures, and I was taken unaware, sealing my fate."
Éowyn gasped.
"I was determined to face my end with honour, despite my demise being caused by rather dishonourable intentions. I drew my sword and slapped my horse, urging him back to the Halls to spare him. Thank the Valar that the spiders paid him no mind. They probably thought they would be able to hunt him down after they…were finished with me."
"But clearly you survived. You must have been a fierce warrior that day. I still do not see what this has to do with…" Éowyn began.
The blacksmith pulled the tie of his tunic and it fell down his arm. Éowyn stared in shock at the long gash that ran the length of his chest, from one shoulder down to his abdomen.
"This was their first blow," the blacksmith said ruefully. "I could barely raise my sword. I fell to the ground as they approached, expecting to feel the stab of venom that would still my heart. I was losing blood quickly, and I was about to close my eyes and await the death blow when I heard it."
"You heard?" Éowyn asked.
"Thy husband's shout," the blacksmith smiled, retying his tunic. "I was barely conscious at this point, but he was fury sent by the Valar, Your Ladyship. He took them on, all of them, and they fell. They fell by his arrows and his blade and his knives, and I saw nary a scratch on his armour when he came to my side and helped me to my feet."
Éowyn smiled.
"When we returned, I was brought before the King. It was ordered that any profits made from goods using the ore I had mined would be donated. I was so grateful to be alive that I had no quarrel with the sentence. However, King Thranduil ordered the guard who let me out to be put to death so that all would understand how serious a transgression it was to defy the King's orders. I was but a blacksmith, so my crimes were considered acts of ignorance and foolishness. But a guard was held to a higher standard, and so he was to be executed."
"Executed," Éowyn repeated. She was familiar with such practices. Certain crimes in Rohan were punishable by death, but accepting a bribe was not one of them.
"Prince Legolas spoke on my behalf, and also on behalf of the guard. He opposed his Ada's command in front of all who had gathered in the Palace Hall. The King was furious, and he ordered that if the guard was to be spared, then he would receive lashes for his crime, and be stripped of his position."
"A harsh punishment, still, but preferable to death," Éowyn said.
"Aye," the blacksmith nodded. "But still, Prince Legolas objected. He knew, as I did, that the true reason the guard accepted the bribe was to help support his family who depended on him alone, as his parents were killed when he was young. That is why I knew he would accept my bribe in the first place, and why Prince Legolas knew he could not afford to lose his position."
"A true dilemma," Éowyn nodded. "So what was the solution?"
The blacksmith looked down, his face growing pale and his smile gone.
"Prince Legolas volunteered to accept the lashes for the guard," he said quietly.
"What?" Éowyn gasped.
"It was all my fault, Your Ladyship," the blacksmith shut his eyes tight and shook his head. "I was a fool and greedy and vain, and Prince Legolas saved my life and because I was a coward who would not volunteer to accept the guard's punishment, the Prince did so without hesitation."
"But surely Ada would not have his own son whipped?" Éowyn said in shock.
"The King as adamant," the blacksmith said softly. "He showed no emotion, and neither did Prince Legolas. He merely removed his tunic and stepped forward. The Captain of the Guard carried out the punishment then and there."
"How many lashes?" Éowyn asked quietly.
"It was a hundred, Your Ladyship," the blacksmith spat.
"A hundred!" Éowyn cried.
"The Prince collapsed when they were done. The King ordered he be taken to the healing rooms, and all were banished from the Palace Hall. They say that the Prince was in the healing rooms for days, having his wounds dressed three times a day. By the second day he tried to leave and was ordered back to bed. There are elders here who have lived through two Ages of Arda or more, Your Ladyship, and it is said that they have never seen anything so brutal, nor so brave."
Éowyn stared at him, stunned.
"So, you see, Princess, I will make this shield for thee. It shall be the finest shield you have ever seen or wielded. And I shall charge no price, nor shall I ask for any payment. My very life, my very existence, is thanks to the sacrifice of Prince Legolas. And I will work for the rest of my days as a tribute to him."
Éowyn nodded slowly, still unable to fathom what Legolas had been through. She stood still while the blacksmith measured her shield arm and her height. When finished, she left the armoury and went swiftly back to Legolas' chambers.
Legolas returned an hour after Éowyn had come back. She was sitting on their bed when he arrived. Her hands were clasped tightly together.
"My love, I trust you were not bored while I was away? Were you able to visit some of my Ada's Halls?" Legolas asked cheerfully.
He gasped as Éowyn rose from the bed and swiftly tackled him to the ground. She kissed him hard, her tongue thrusting inside of his mouth and pressing her weight upon him.
Her hands worked swiftly on his clothes, and soon his tunic was flung open and she was kissing his chest, her fingers moving down to his leggings.
"Éowyn!" Legolas called in confusion and arousal. "What are you…argh!"
He moaned loudly as her mouth engulfed his length. His mind spun as he could not process thoughts or begin to understand why his wife was so eager in the middle of the afternoon no less.
Legolas thrust his hips at her demanding attentions. He warned her several times and tried to lift her head from between his legs. She slapped at his hands and continued, unrelenting in loving him until he could not longer hold back and cried out in climax.
"Are you all right?" he mumbled, turning his head and staring at her. He rested his head on his crossed arms and smiled as his wife drew the blankets back. She kissed his shoulder and ran her hand down his bare back.
"I am quite all right, my Lord," she purred, her breasts pressing against his back as she lay on top of him. Her fingers and lips traced patterns on his skin.
"I would never complain about thy mood, my Lady," Legolas chuckled. "But why were you suddenly so ravenous?"
"I love you, Legolas," Éowyn said simply. "And I wished to show you, in the same way that you show me thy love for me each morning when we bathe."
Legolas laughed again.
"Well, perhaps not exactly the same way," Éowyn smiled.
"Why are you touching my back like that?" Legolas asked.
"Does it not please you?" Éowyn asked.
"Nay, it pleases me very much," he replied. "I am simply curious as to why this has all of sudden come up?"
"I visited the armoury today," Éowyn said quietly.
"The armoury…" Legolas repeated. His eyes then widened. "The armoury! Did you speak with…"
"Yes," Éowyn said softly, kissing his back. "He told me everything."
"Eowyn, it is not as serious as he would you believe! Master Blacksmith has a habit of embellishing…" Legolas stammered.
"Did you receive 100 lashes?" Éowyn asked quickly.
"They were not as bad as everyone tries to make it seem," Legolas protested.
"Did you?" Éowyn demanded.
"Yes," he admitted quietly.
"Oh, my love," Éowyn said, pressing another kiss to his back.
"The marks are gone, Éowyn," Legolas sighed.
"Of course they are. You are an Elf," she said. "But though the scars may have healed, there are deeper cuts, my Lord."
"Ada had no choice," Legolas closed his eyes. "Just as I had none. He had to appear strong for our people. To allow me to have my way would have reduced his power in the eyes of all Elves across Middle-Earth."
"You could have allowed the guard to accept his punishment, or the blacksmith. You did not need to volunteer, no matter how gallant the gesture," Éowyn said.
"They could not endure such punishment, my love," Legolas replied.
"And you could?" she asked.
"I could bear it better than they," he said softly. "I have spent all of my life bearing on my own."
"I know," Éowyn nodded, moving on top of him and kissing his shoulder and his cheek. "You are fierce and strong and powerful and thy duty would have thee face all challenges alone for the rest of thy Immortal life. It was much the same for me, my love. I had to be strong for my people, and to be cold and firm, and to dutifully go on alone, even when I was married off to some Man I never met. I resigned myself to my fate, that my life would be lived in solitude, even when surrounded by courtiers."
"And now?" Legolas asked, looking over his shoulder at her smiling face.
"Now I know that I shall never be alone again," she said, kissing his cheek. "And neither shall you, my love. Any burden that you need to bear, I shall carry it with thee, Legolas, for the rest of our lives."
Legolas smiled. He rolled over and she came into his arms. He kissed her tenderly, then his eyes opened and he looked up into her mischievous face as she straddled him.
"Let me show you a benefit of our union, Prince Legolas," she whispered, before seizing his mouth once again.