A/N Thank-you so, so, so much to all my reviewers, Erika, Estina, Saraclya Tel'Quessir, Ithilwen, Lizlego, lil*bee, Tindomiel, Dark Phoenix and Imbefaniel, I love you all!

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Arwen sat before her writing desk, a piece of parchment in front of her. So far she had:

My Dear Aragorn, You do not know how much I miss you, how much I pine for you. But actually, I love Legolas more than you.

Definitely NOT. She crumpled the parchment up and threw it onto the growing pile of discarded letters and tapped her quill against the writing desk, trying to come up with something.

Dear Aragorn, If only you knew how much it hurts me to tell you this. You have been the love of my life for years now, and I will never stop loving you but I have developed feelings for your friend, Legolas. I will always hold you in my heart but I fear never again shall I be your lover.

Sincerely, Arwen of Rivendell

Arwen read the letter a couple of times and deciding it was the best she could do, folded it, put it into and envelope and stamped her seal.

"Please could you take this to one of Adar's messengers?" Arwen asked, giving the letter to her chambermaid, "it is quite urgent. Ask for the one with the fastest horse."

"Of course, milady," the chambermaid said and hurried out of the room.

Arwen walked onto the balcony. It was a beautiful day, the skies were a brilliant blue, birds were singing, flowers were bursting into bloom everywhere. It was a day when, usually, Arwen would be out wading in the river, soaking her skirts. But not today. She kept thinking how hurt Aragorn would de when he found out. And what about Legolas? She would probably destroy his and Aragorn's friendship forever.
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Eowyn stared at the ceiling of her room, not believing what she had just done. She had made love with Legolas Greenleaf, Elf Prince of Mirkwood. Oh, and she had enjoyed every minute of it.

She glanced at his sleeping body right next to her in bed. That night she had learnt that Elves slept with their eyes open, it was rather discomforting.

Sighing, Eowyn got out of bed and searched her rather small wardrobe at Helm's Deep for a dress for the day. They were all rather plain, not daring enough, Eowyn thought with a frown.

Suddenly there was a loud knocking on the door. Eowyn almost jumped in surprise and Legolas bolted up from the bed.

"Eowyn? Are you sick?" It was King Theoden.

"No, uncle," she said in a slightly higher tone than normal, "I'm quite fine."

Theoden harrumphed, "Then why did you miss breakfast, child? Most important meal of the day and you always were a hearty eater. Not on one of those foolish diets girls your age like to go on, are you?"

"Of course not, uncle," Eowyn replied, "I just overslept, that's all."

"You never oversleep," Theoden commented from the other side of the door.

"There's always time for a first, uncle!" Eowyn responded.

"Well, then. Do you know where Prince Legolas is? He's not down at breakfast and Lord Aragorn and Gimli cannot find him in his chambers."

"No!" Eowyn answered just a little to quickly, "I don't know where he is. Not at all. Of course, I don't. Absolutely not."

"Hmm. Open the door, Eowyn. Please."

Eowyn exchanged a wide-eyed look with Legolas.

"Under the bed!" she hissed loudly to him.

"What's that?" Theoden inquired, "Eowyn, open the door as I asked."

"Just a minute, uncle!" Eowyn said cheerfully, "just lacing up my dress."

Legolas was shuffling around to fit his long legs under the bed.

"Hurry, up!" Eowyn whispered loudly.

"Eowyn! I demand you to let me in!" Theoden near-shouted, "I want to see what you are doing!"

Biting her lip, Eowyn unlocked the door. Theoden stepped inside and faced his niece.

"Now what's happening?" he asked, "You never miss breakfast, you never lock your door and you should be down there thanking the soldiers for defending the Rohirrim!"

Eowyn fidgeted, "You see, uncle. I-I thought it would be a good thing to lock the door seeing as.as, as there may be stray Orcs roaming around the castle. And as I told you, I just overslept. I promise I will come down with you now to thank all our.all our brave, heroic soldiers for defending us!"

"I don't think so, young lady," Theoden answered, "it is time for a room inspection!"

Eowyn's heart leapt into her throat, "But, uncle! We haven't had a room inspection since I was eight! I'm much more grown-up now and I organize my things and keep them tidy. I really do uncle! It's not necessary, not necessary at all!"

"Oh, it is," Theoden said clamping a heavy hand on our shoulder making it buckle. "But this time it is different. The inspection will be to find out what you are hiding."

Eowyn twisted her hands around, "It's really not necessary, uncle."

"No protests, young lady! You should have learned that I don't react to bad excuses! Now, I will look around the room and you will stand on that very spot, you will not move, and you will definitely not touch a thing! Is that clear?"

"Yes, uncle," Eowyn said weakly.

Theoden walked around the room, picking up things, bending down under tables, searching the wardrobe. Eowyn felt like she was going to be sick when he reached the bed. But he didn't look under it straightaway. Instead he searched through the sheets and pulled up.Legolas's bloodstained, ripped tunic.

"Now, what's this?" Theoden asked or more like growled, "this isn't yours, is it, Eowyn?"

"No, uncle," Eowyn said feeling about ready to die on the spot.

"Well, whose is it?! Make it quick and you better tell the truth!" Theoden ordered.

"It's um.Legolas's tunic?" she whispered meekly.

"I thought so. Nice little silk thing but ruined from battle. Now tell me exactly how it got into your sheets," Theoden commanded.

Eowyn dug her fingernails into her hands; she had never been very good at lying. "You see, uncle."

"No, I don't!" Theoden said angrily, "now quickly tell me how it came into your possession!"

"Um.Legolas has become a very dear friend of mine, uncle," Eowyn said, "and I was feeling rather.er.unstable after the battle so.er.gave it to me to hold onto because he thought I would sleep better if I held it." that is one of the worse lies I have ever come up with, Eowyn though.

"I see." Theoden mused, "and so that is presumably why you and Legolas were not present at the feast after the battle?"

"That's right, uncle! Absolutely right!" Eowyn exclaimed, trying to sound convincing.

"But, my dear niece, how long would it take for Legolas to give his tunic to you? After all, five minutes sounds reasonable but you were absent for the whole time."

"Well, uncle," Eowyn stuttered, "it was what you call a.a sentimental event. Very emotional, you see."

"Of course," Theoden nodded, "and I am sure that you can tell me Legolas's exact location now, if you are telling the truth."

"I can't, uncle!" Eowyn said.

"And why is that?" Theoden asked quirking an eyebrow.

"Because.because I can't," Eowyn said in a meek voice.

"And why on Middle-earth not?! Theoden said and in his frustration kicked the decorative little ruffle at the bottom of the bed. There was a loud, "Oof!" from Legolas.

Theoden's eyes narrowed into tiny slits, "What was that?" he asked in a dangerous voice.

"I don't know, uncle," Eowyn said.

"We shall see then," Theoden said and pulled a very shirtless Legolas from under the bed.
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A/N I know, I know. An extremely boring chapter, mostly about Legolas's shirt. I expect flames from every single person who reviews of course. If anyone wants me to change the pairings or if they have any ideas please tell me in your review. Oh, and if anyone can tell me how to get italics to show up, that would be extremely helpful. Hugs, Emily.