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Chapter 20.
The sun set on the day after the battle, and while the Ents on the plain were coaxing nature to bloom there once more,
men and families were readying for the feast.
Eowyn looked down on the people below;
*How will I tell Aragorn and the Elf that I was the one that let a known slave dealer into Edoras, and that I hired him?
I felt darkness in my heart then which only now has lifted. But will they believe me?
Please, Valar, let them not hate the people for a mistake that I made*
She looked down at the dress she would wear that night.
"Red for the blood of our people," she whispered as she got changed.
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Bethro worried about her outfit. It was a dark green dress, which just brushed the floor.
Because of her attachment to the Dwarf, she had been given the night off.
"I hope he likes this!" She mumbled, before walking back to the men's sleeping area.
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The sleeping area was heaving with men getting ready for the feast.
Legolas sat in the middle of the bed he and Aragorn had taken over, checking his injury.
"How is it?" Asked the human sitting by his side.
"Almost healed," replied Legolas, poking at it once more. "How about yours?"
"Should be fine," replied Aragorn, looking at his quickly.
"Hello Boys!" Came Bethro's voice, and suddenly she appeared. Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli
all looked up in unison at the human woman.
"Oh Angel," breathed Gimli, taking in the sight of his beloved. "You look beautiful."
"Very Nice, Lady Bethro," said Aragorn, bowing. " The best looking here."
Legolas hit his arm. "Well the best looking female!" Amended Aragorn, rubbing his shoulder.
"You look breathtaking Bethro," agreed Legolas and smiled at the woman.
"Come on! The feast is about to start," said Bethro.
She hurried out of the sleeping area, trying to hide the blush that stained her cheeks.
Soon the group reached the entrance to the feast.
While Gimli linked arms with Bethro and Aragorn put his arm round Legolas's waist,
they pushed through the crowds, looking for the Lady Eowyn.
They soon found her stood by the King, Gandalf and Eomer.
"Greetings," said the King as soon as he caught sight of the group.
"Good evening your highness," they replied, bowing to Theoden.
"I hope you are all well" he asked, his eyes wide with concern about the health of those who helped him.
"We are fine," answered Aragorn firmly, and smiled.
"Everyone seems to have turned up," he commented, looking round.
"It will filter out soon," answered Eomer. "Its good to see you again, traveller."
"It's good to see you as well, horse master." Spoke Legolas.
"I hope Arod was well behaved," asked Eomer.
"Just say they deserve each other," grumbled Gimli, flinching in remembrance.
"Arod was very well behaved, thank you Eomer," said Legolas, glaring at the Dwarf.
"Brego is a faithful beast as well," interrupted Aragorn, keenly aware of wanting to stop the argument before it happened.
"I am glad they gave you fine service and will continue doing so," smiled Eomer.
" It's nearly time for the main part of the feast. We better get to our table".
The group walked to the table. Suddenly Legolas glanced over at Eowyn;
*Something feels different about her*
"Is something the matter my lady?" He asked, unable to look away.
Eowyn looked up startled at the question *Does he know? Nay, he cannot*
"I'm fine, Master Elf," she smiled softly. Legolas gave a slight smile in return.
*Something is definitely wrong*
"This is our table," said Eomer when they arrived at the table at the top end of the hall,
which faced towards the crowd.
Taking their seats, they chatted between themselves.
Eomer noticed that his sister was being very quiet.
"Sister?" he asked the look of – are you all right? – in his eyes.
"I'm fine brother, just tired," she said, and smiled in an attempt to fool him.
Eomer seemed satisfied with the answer.
*Maybe I shouldn't do this; it could break the fragile relationship that I hold with Aragorn and his group,
but what if Thero comes back? I have to do this to put my mind to rest. *
She felt an eye upon her, and turning her head caught the clear gaze of the Elf.
*He must know something is wrong.*
Theoden, who suddenly stood up, cut off her thoughts.
"People of Edoras, and Allies who have proved invaluable.
I am glad to be the one to tell you we have won a battle for the races of this world;
the human race will perhaps live to see one more day.
But it was only one battle. The war is still to come, and we will be victorious!"
Roars and shouts echoed through the hall in answer to the speech.
"It is sad that many died to help us see this day, but let not their deaths be wasted!
The dead fought for their lives and so too did the race of men fight their piece for this world.
I implore you to do your best for them.
Let us celebrate their lives and carry on living and fighting for the human race!"
Theoden ended his speech with the cheers from the people of Edoras.
Gandalf stood up. "Let the feast begin!" He shouted, signalling the beginning of the celebration.
The dead were laid to rest, and their lives were celebrated.
Eowyn chatted socially with the people around her but always her mind was on the fact that tonight
might be the night that the future king of Gondor might hate her.
Legolas glanced at her throughout the night, noticing the change around her person.
*When we met she put out this vibe of hate, darkness surrounded her heart; but now there is a change,
there is till darkness but light is breaking through. There is something that she needs to do and it seems hard. *
"Legolas?" Came Aragorn's voice, cutting through his thoughts.
"Yeah?" He turned to the ranger.
"Are you alright?" Aragorn asked, concerned.
Legolas smiled slightly at the concern in the human's voice. "I'm fine, Estel."
"Alright," said the ranger, before turning once more to talk to Eomer.
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Bethro and Gimli used the time to get to know one another more before going to dance to the music that rang through the hall.
Happy to be in each other's company, they were determined not to think of the future, but to live only there, in that moment.
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Aragorn talked to the generals that had helped plan and fight the battle,
gathering information from them concerning the wars they had fought;
things that Legolas could not find interesting.
As his gaze wondered round the hall, he looked at the drunken men dancing and singing,
celebrating the lives of their friends and brothers in arms.
Finally the noise became too much, and he excused himself from the table before moving out into the courtyard,
bypassing the drunken men that lay on the ground.
He walked out of the fort onto the plains, watching the Ents perform their magic.
An oak turned to look at the Elf.
"It has been a long time since I saw an elf," its ruff voice catching Legolas' attention.
"What are you doing among the humans, fair one?"
Legolas turned towards the Ent as he considered his answer.
"I am here to fight for Middle Earth," he declared. "If we can fight the battle before they spread too far across the land."
"Wisdom is deep within you, for one so young you hold worldly knowledge." The Ent seemed to smile.
"Come, climb me for it will be more comfortable for you then that grey prison that the humans call a safe place!"
Legolas accepted the offer and climbed it gently until he reached the top.
Sitting against the trunk he watched the Ent carry on with its work.
He looked out at the plain, and songs from his memory playing in his mind;
finally they passed through his lips, and his voice lifted over the plains.
Some of the Ents stopped to listen, whilst others were content to carry on working while listening to the sweet voice.
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The night carried on, and as soon as the men and women filtered out of the hall to find their sleeping areas,
the band stopped playing, which signalled the ending of the feast.
Theoden rose looking around for the group that had sat at his table.
Gandalf had joined the conversation with Aragorn as they discussed
how the shadow had been threatening Middle- Earth over the past year or so.
He looked over at his nephew, glad to see him after the years that he was surrounded in darkness.
Carrying on, his gaze settling on Eowyn, taking in her quiet defensive posture.
He could see something was on her mind but decided to ask her tomorrow.
Just as he left the room and walked out into the courtyard, a heavenly voice reached his ears,
and drawn to the sound he wondered on to the plain searching for where the voice was coming from.
Suddenly he found himself peering into the branches of an Ent until his eyes finally settled on Legolas.
Theoden's breath caught as he gazed at the elf, and the moon filtered down onto the figure in the tree,
reflecting off the silken tresses and adding to the ethereal glow of his skin.
Theoden lent against the nearest tree, still looking at Legolas as he listened to his singing.
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Aragorn wondered out of the hall and watched the men and women stumble about,
laughing and giggling on their way from the hall.
He had seen his lover leave the hall but wondered where he was now,
and walked to the sleeping area thinking he may have gone there. On his was Eowyn stopped him.
"Aragorn," she said as she approached the ranger.
"Lady Eowyn," he said politely, yet secretly he was eager to carry on looking for his lover.
"I was wondering if I could meet with you and the rest of the group tomorrow sometime," she asked,
the pleading faint in her voice.
"Very Well my lady," he agreed before beginning to walk away. "Lady, you haven't by chance seen Legolas?"
"I saw him walking on the plains," she replied before heading for her own sleeping area.
Aragorn started to walk towards the plain, and on hearing a voice that could only belong to Legolas,
he at once entered the plain and started tracking the sound.
He was surprised to see Theoden leaning against a tree staring into the sky.
"King Theoden," said Aragorn, creeping into the clearing.
Aragorn had startled Theoden.
"You lover has a beautiful voice," he stated looking once more to the sky.
Aragorn followed his line of sight and found himself facing Legolas, sitting bathed in moonlight.
"I would agree with you there," answered Aragorn.
The sound of his lovers voice caused Legolas to break off his song, and he jumped from his perch.
"Theoden, Aragorn," he called, formally bowing slightly to both of them.
"You have a wonderful voice, Master Elf" praised Theoden. "Not only a brilliant fighter but a wonderful singer.
You pick well my friend," he whispered to Aragorn.
"Wouldn't change him for the world." Aragorn smiled fondly at Legolas.
"Well thank you for the show, I had better get some rest," Theoden replied.
"See you tomorrow at lunch," he said before walking back to the fort.
"What are you doing out here?" asked Aragorn, pulling Legolas into his arms.
"The fort was to much like a prison, I had to get away," smiled Legolas and melted into Aragorn's arms.
The ranger smiled playfully at the elf. "And now I have you all alone on the plain."
"Oh no, what you going to do?" questioned the elf, faking innocence.
"I'm going to do this" leered Aragorn, holding Legolas tighter, kissing him firmly on the lips,
challenging him to dominate and easily taking charge again when the elf tried. Legolas pulled
away breathlessly.
"I like that!" He whispered and pulled Aragorn into another kiss.
Aragorn pushed Legolas into the nearest tree, his kisses showing love and need,
his lover answering the passionate kisses as he ran his hands over Aragorn's body.
Aragorn took this as a sign and ran his hands up Legolas's shirt,
letting it hover over the hairless chest and float slowly down the arched spine,
to rest on Legolas's backside, pulling their hips together.
Both were lost in the moment as the ranger pushed Legolas to the ground.
Soon after, they met the sun with their souls entwined and their passion satisfied.
More soon Devilburns.
A/N just to say they do not make love that comes in at another time.