" Kiss me Legolas." Eowyn's lips were adjacent to his, her eyes lost within in his blue-gray ones, searching for some kind of knowledge.
" Mi'lady…" he rasped, his hands slowly slipping down the sides of her firm stomach, and then resting at her waist. She wanted him, needed him, and all he could do was be polite out of his Elven nature…all he could think about was his Elven nature!
"Eowyn," she spoke, her hands soon slipping below the ends of his damaged shirt, and working their way up his toned chest. " If only for this one night, even if you don't care for me…" she paused, as she leaned forward and nipped at his ear lobe.
She wanted him more than she had ever wanted any man, for he truly knew her. She didn't want to stop herself; she didn't want to feel hurt now…she didn't want another rejection from a man she cared about. It would just kill her. She pulled back and looked again into his eyes, but this time they were different.
With mere shock, she felt his lips press against hers roughly, his arms pulling her closer to his body, as if they could melt into one. She had never felt a touch like his before…She enjoyed it, and she closed her eyes and kissed back. Her lips parted, allowing him entrance. His mouth tasted of mint, as his tongue clashed with hers in a tango. She wanted to feel him…she needed to feel him, and she now understood that it was mutual!
Quickly she clawed at his shirt, while he pushed her backwards and climbed over her, then broke the kiss, " Legolas."
" Mi'lady? Mi'lady?" Legolas's concern grew as he rocked her small figure till she stirred from her sleep, a dreamy smile playing upon her lips.
She blinked a few times, then shook herself before she accidentally revealed what her dream was about. " Legolas? You're back."
" Aye, Mi'lady, and with food." Legolas dropped the berries from his shirt , giving her access to them. " There were not many, but I think they will keep you for a while."
" Thank you," she said, grabbing a handful of them. One by one she stuffed them into her mouth, ridding her stomach of its pains.
" Did you have a nightmare?" Legolas asked, taking a seat next to her, and hunching his back over slightly; she caught the wince he gave when he sat down.
" It is not a nightmare," she replied with a pause, " It is a plague which will not stop filling my head with rude thoughts."
Legolas quirked a brow, but remained silently as he nodded. " We should head out before night falls. If we do not, there will me many here by morning."
" Do you dream?" Eowyn asked suddenly. She watched closely as confusion entered the Elf's eyes, but it departed quickly.
" Many times."
" About?" She asked.
" Many things." His eyes diverted from hers, and for a moment she thought he had the same dreams…that he felt and saw the same things. Before she could say another thing he quickly spoke up again, " We should head out now."
She nodded, and stood, her eyes not leaving his figure, causing her to notice and remember the shot he received earlier. " Legolas?"
" Yes, Mi'lady?"
" Um, never mind." Eowyn could not ask it; after all he had given her the respect of not needing an explanation, but why? " Why?" She hadn't realized that she had spoken, till he turned his gaze back to her.
" Why, what, Mi'lady?"
" Why, do you not look at me like I'm just a woman? Why are you allowing me to come with you to Galadriel, when any one else would take me straight to safety?"
Legolas turned on his feet, he walked back over to her till they were only inches a part, his orbs meeting hers for the first time. " Eowyn, if I were to bring you to Mirkwood, would you follow me to Lorien?"
Eowyn nodded." Yes."
" See, I know that. I could tell as much from the earlier battle. And I would much rather have you along with me, then following behind me by yourself, though I know you can take care of yourself to a certain point."
" Thank you."