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Author's note: Mucho thanks to.

Tenshiamanda- I'm afraid Eowyn isn't gonna get over it soon. and Legolas isn't cheering up any time soon either. hee!

Jadey- *heh* yep, I guess it's a square. and I don't consciously write in any style. I just kinda go with the flow I guess. lol.

Nanners- *grin* sure, feel free to whack them!

Camlost- *beams* the hopefully happy ending is quite far away ( I can't even see it now! Lol) . yep, Faramir was pretty sexy in lotr . um, I don't think Eowyn would go crazy, maybe crazy with lust for Aragorn though! Hee.

Krillball6- *gives tissue* awwwww.. I didn't mean to make you cry. cheer up! *smiles*

Kayla- *grin* here's more.

Ami Winner- yay! I'm cool.. *ooh* or is it the fic that's cool? Hee.

GoldenRose- eek! Stop doing that! I'm getting dizzy.. *fingers start typing by themselves* eek!

Atariel- okay! I'll try to. *grin*

Elvenwitch- *drools* I know how hard it is to concentrate on anything when Legolas is around. *giggles* I don't think Gandalf is supposed to do that. speaking of which, I just realized all the other characters seemed to have disappeared! Uh-oh.

Maia- You're unbelievably sweet and nice and I've already told you that. so thanks for being my friend... I look forward to more e-mails with you! Whee! ^_^

Star Future- hee, yay, I get to pet myself on the back since I don't have a beta. *twists self into contorted pretzel* oops! It's like after I've written a chapter, I'm so impatient to post that I can't send it to a beta and wait for it to come back. *grin*. *wipes grin off* um, thankfully I don't have any children that are in danger of being eaten by you.. *backs away slowly* lol!



Faramir reluctantly relinquished his hold of the fragile elf as he felt Legolas drawing back.

Immediately feeling the loss of warmth and fragrant essence that radiated from the elf, Faramir attempted to look properly concerned, and eliminate the confused mix of lust and love that was burning in him.

"I'm sorry," Legolas murmured, embarrassment showing in his eyes as he shyly met Faramir's intense gaze.

"Don't be," Faramir said firmly. "Don't be sorry about anything."

Because I won't be.

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As Faramir had been entrusted by King Theoden with the daily operations of Helm's Deep until a decisive, finalized plan was mapped out, he felt as if the heavens themselves were aiding him in his quest.

He rapidly set his plan in motion, gradually escalating the number and duration of meetings Aragorn was summoned to, making sure that Eowyn was also present at those meetings.

Eowyn was trying to be strong but she would crack soon. He could glimpse the weakness in the amour she had built fiercely around herself.

As the shield-maiden of Rohan, she felt a need, a pressure to remain frigid and emotionless. However, she was clearly infatuated with Aragorn.

In fact, the harder she tried to resist this temptation, the harder she would fall.

And she would fall.

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Legolas aimlessly wandered about the towering walls of Helm's Deep, only dimly aware of the people that were walking around him.

Everybody seemed to have a job, a purpose, except him.

Gracefully walking up the grimy steps leading up to the lookout point, he leaned his elbows against the edge of the walls.

Breathing in deeply, he concentrated on feeling the invigorating rush of cool air against his face, the wind whipping his hair back with a tremendous force.

His keen elven hearing detected soft footsteps padding towards him but he pretended to be oblivious, hoping that it would be his lover.

Legolas hadn't seen Aragorn in what seemed like an eternity. For the first time since they had officially declared their love for each other, they had not so much as exchanged a word in countless days.

Aragorn was constantly summoned to King Theoden's side and remained there for hours. When he returned to his and Legolas's chambers, all he seemed capable of doing was to crawl into the bed and promptly fall asleep.

On the rare chance that they were together before the sky had turned an inky, forbiddingly dark black, Aragorn seemed almost fearful of him.

He treated Legolas as if he was made of spun glass and would shatter if he so much as rose his voice above a mere whisper.

When Aragon touched him, it was hesitant and worried, as if Legolas was too fragile to even grasp tightly.

And unfortunately, that was exactly what Legolas yearned for.

To be held in Aragorn's arms for just a precious moment, to have Aragorn reassure him of his love and desire, to know that he was still needed, still wanted.

A fear was also ominously, relentlessly stabbing into his heart, ever since what had happened a couple of days ago.

*flashback*

Absentmindedly tugging at his braids, Legolas picked it loose and started to tie it again with quick, deft fingers as his mind chafed at the lack of activity.

He was rapidly distracted from his boredom when a familiar, sultry voice drawled, "Let me help."

Grasping Legolas's nonresistant fingers and placing them on his lap, Aragorn leisurely ran his fingers through the fine, shimmering hair.

Legolas trembled at the titillating touch and he arched slightly, unconsciously, resembling a kitten wanting to be caressed.

Aragorn expertly entwined the silky hair into a slender, elegant braid, teasingly dropping fluttering touches on Legolas's head.

Gently tilting the elf's head, he lowered his lips towards the delectable, crimson lips silently beckoning him.

Savoring the lusciously sweet taste of Legolas's lips, Aragorn increased the pressure, seeking entrance beyond Legolas's closed lips.

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden loss of contact as Legolas withdrew from him, bending his head so that wispy strands of his hair fell over his face, shielding him from Aragorn's startled eyes.

"What is wrong?" Aragorn asked bewilderedly, bending down in order to gaze into his lover's eyes, to get an inkling of what was amiss.

Averting his face from Aragorn's probing gaze, Legolas replied in a quivering voice, "Nothing."

Raising his eyes to meet Aragon's for a brief, fleeting moment, he lowered his gaze again. "I just can't do this now, not when the memory of Haldir's death is still so fresh," Legolas confessed, a silent plea for understanding in his words.

*end flashback*

Letting a soft sigh escape through his lips, Legolas turned his head slowly.

His eyes clouded over in disappointment as he gazed at the person that was smiling warmly at him.

Faramir.



Author's note 2: hee! Am I the only one who thinks Legolas's braids are incredibly sexy?! *muses* but then ,every single thing about him is sexylicious!