The sun clung to Legolas' skin, and his legs begged for rest but he kept his pace; he was use to the heat and the walking. He could tell Eowyn, however, wasn't doing as well as he. She seemed to stop every five or ten minutes for rest, only to surreptitiously catch up to him as quickly as she could.
"Would you like to stop somewhere for a while?" Legolas asked, slowing down so that she could walk beside him.
"No, I'm just fine," she rasped, wiping away the sweat that clung to her brow and forehead. Her feet were aching, her hands felt as though they were about to fall off and the sun only added to her misery.
"Very well, but speak up if you do," he told her, before continuing his even strides of walking. He sighed wearily. She should have known by now that he did not care for what weakness she had, because any mortal would feel it. She shouldn't feel it was necessary to keep up with an Elf.
Eowyn kept a smile pasted on her face even when it was hard to do so. She felt so tired that her eyes could only see little before her. Her ears were ringing, and she felt somewhat like she had after killing the Witch-king. Her vision dimmed, and her voice felt as though it was caught in her throat but she managed to gasp, " Legolas!"
The last thing she felt were his strong-arms around her waist, cushioning her as she fell.
" I should have stopped," he said to himself, as he gathered into his arms and continued to walk, his eyes glued to the small figure in his arms. She seemed so fragile at the moment, just like in his dream the other night…
" 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."
" Yes?" he rasped, like a curious hobbit, his hands roaming her body through her creamy white dress.
" So, I now know a Elf can be distracted, even an Elven Prince." Legolas was pulled from his thoughts as his eyes fell upon a man he knew all to well. He mentally berated himself for letting his guard down.
Now he couldn't possible move, his enemy had his sword drawn and pointed exactly at Eowyn's heart.
"Now Legolas, I have you in my grasp; you shall listen to my command, for I know where your heart lies…."
Legolas gulped, and looked down at Eowyn's small figure then back up at the man seated upon his horse. He had a plan, but if he did it, it might get Eowyn killed, at best she had a fifty- percent chance of survival. He took a deep breath as he considered the question that he could not ignore: Was he willing to put her life on the line?