Summary: Legolas' overprotective nature comes out as Eowyn suffers from a cold. Rated K+ by Savannah (Arwen & Legolas)
Year 3015
The fire was blazing in their small camp, Eowyn piling log after log in the flames. Legolas looked at her one eyebrow raised, she sat huddled under three cloaks, a small scrap of cloth held under her dripping nose. "Are you sick?' he asked, stepping in between Eowyn and where Arwen sat.
Eowyn nodded and sniffled, pulling the cloaks tighter around her. "It's just a cold," she said, bursting into a fit of coughing.
Arwen leaned around Legolas. "Are you alright?" she asked as she handed Eowyn a water skin.
Legolas slapped Eowyn's hand away. "What are you doing?" he said turning around and glaring at Arwen. "Don't touch her."
Arwen slid over next to Eowyn and wrapped her arm around Eowyn's waist. "Are you jealous?" she asked.
Just then Eowyn sneezed into the cloth. "See!" Legolas yelled.
Arwen rolled her eyes and pushed herself back away from Eowyn. Legolas started to say something incoherent. Eowyn looked over to Arwen who was pointing at Legolas while her other hand drew circles in the air beside her forehead. Eowyn started to laugh and Legolas turned around. Arwen dropped her arms and tried to look innocent.
"I'm going to find Aragorn," Legolas said as he started to walk away. At the last second he turned around and yelled, "Don't get my wife sick!" Then he disappeared into the trees.
Arwen sighed. "He's smothering me," she said, looking at Eowyn. "Are you alright?"
Eowyn nodded. "I'm fine," she croaked. "It's just a little cold. You wouldn't understand, it's something human's get." Arwen opened her mouth to say something but Eowyn interrupted her. "You know I was hoping when you got pregnant that you would lose some of your perfectness, but no." Eowyn continued to rant. "You're fucking glowing. I swear your hair I even shinier now and your skin is…is whatever you call that!" she said pointing at Arwen's face. Arwen put her hands on her cheeks. "And you're supposed to get fat, but no, you have this perfectly round tummy stuck to your already perfect body."
Arwen's hands fell to her stomach. "Eowyn, stop talking," she said, but Eowyn continued. "Eowyn, stop talking!" Arwen yelled.
Eowyn's mouth closed slowly and she looked at Arwen. "Are you alright?" she said.
Arwen nodded, tears brimming her eyes. "Eowyn, I can feel the baby kicking." Eowyn smiled as Arwen looked down at her stomach, her eyes filled with wonder. "Come here," she said.
Eowyn came and knelt in front of her, Arwen grabbed her hand and placed it on her stomach. Eowyn began to laugh as Arwen moved her hand to follow the baby's movements. "Legolas needs to feel this!" Eowyn said as she turned away from Arwen and yelled into the woods.
A few moments later Legolas and Aragorn came sprinting into the camp. "Is everything alright?" Aragorn asked.
Arwen nodded, happy tears rolling down her cheeks. "Legolas," she said, but he was already at her side.
Eowyn moved away from the couple and sat with Aragorn, watching as Legolas felt his child move for the first time. He leaned over her, one hand on Arwen's stomach the other on her cheek. Arwen smiled at him, watching the joy on his face. "I love you," Legolas said, his eyes meeting Arwen's.
"I love you too," she said as Legolas leaned in and kissed her softly.