Part Four
"It is an honor to eat with the Lady of Rohan," Aragorn said as he slipped a strawberry between his lips.
"And it's an honor to eat with a man who speaks of things other than war."
Aragorn smiled at Eowyn.
"Are you ticklish?" he asked.
"Excuse me," said Eowyn her nose crinkling into a rather cute expression.
"You said you enjoyed eating with a man who speaks of things other than war, so that is what I do. All I ask is to know if the Lady of Rohan is ticklish."
"I do not know."
Aragorn nodded and popped another strawberry into his mouth. Seconds later, he pounced on her. Running his hands up Eowyn's sides, he tickled her mercilessly.
"Stop it," cried Eowyn between giggles.
She pushed Aragorn off her and smiled at him.
"I admit defeat," she said.
"Brave words, from a lady exposed to such torture," teased Aragorn.
He pressed a strawberry to her lips; she took it into her mouth kissing his fingertips lightly.
"My Lady," sighed Aragorn, "what are your intentions?"
Eowyn looked towards the grass smiling; her golden hair framed her face. She plucked a white flower from the ground and gave it to Aragorn.
"Thank you," he said.
Legolas slipped into the shadows, hurt flickered over his face at seeing Aragorn and Eowyn together.
How could he love me, when he has a beauty after him? Both Eowyn and Arwen. I am insignificant compared to them, he knows that and I am sure that is what he feels. The Lady of Rivendell and the Lady of Rohan, he will be admired for such conquest. Yet I admire him already for his skill and strength. He does not notice how could he when such urgent matters are to be attended to. How can I worry about emotions when there is a war at hand. I have to admit I am blinded by my emotions, by my love for him.
"I must go now Aragorn," smiled Eowyn.
She leant forwards and kissed each of his cheeks in turn. Eowyn brushed her lips against his. Aragorn gasped in surprise and Eowyn took this advantage to deepen the kiss. He leant back slightly, moving away from her.
"Good bye my Lady," he said.
With a final kiss to the tip of Aragorn's nose, Eowyn stood and walked away. She glanced over her shoulder at Aragorn who now lay flat on the grass his eyes closed.
Legolas watched Eowyn leave, his eyes were filled with tears, yet he would not let a single one fall. HE collapsed to the floor and sat there watching Aragorn until he finally left.
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Aragorn stepped into his chamber, half expecting, half hoping, Legolas to be there. Instead he saw an arrow embedded into the wall above his bed. Aragorn went over to the bed and ran his finger down the length of the arrow.
"Legolas," he said.
Seeing the piece of paper the arrow held to the wall, he took it in his hands.
"I wonder what game this is," he murmured.
Aragorn unfolded the paper and began to read the delicate elvish script.
My dearest Aragorn,
I have come to realize that our love is no longer as heated as it once was. We no longer desire the same things, you no longer desire me. Why should you? You have two beauties both after you heart. I will fight the Urak Hai and then I will leave for Mirkwood straight after. I will meet you after the war at the gates of Helms Deep. There I will say goodbye and it will allow me to look upon you one last time.
My Love Always
Legolas.
Aragorn finished reading the page his eyes wide.
"Legolas," he sobbed, rushing out of his chamber, in desperate need to find his Elven Prince.
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