A/N: Firstly, sorry, sorry, sorry to everyone who asked me to update! This is already pre-written, you see, and its handwritten so if I want to post I have to type it up and I can never be bothered. So if I suck with updating, that's why. Sorry again!
Secondly, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I appreciate all of you and your comments.
Thirdly, characterisation. Right, here goes. I have had quite a few comments made about the characterisation of Eowyn. Just to say, I don't say this is how I view Eowyn as a person; I love her as a character. But this was how I wrote her when I wrote this fic, so this is how she is behaving. Sometimes it's kinda fun. Sometimes even I don't get it. But hey. I'm glad some of you really seem to like this.
Fourthly, the maid. I apologise for the complete stereotype. But would you believe she called him 'Master Elf' in the first draft? Ouch! And the same goes for cheesiness in this chap. I think it may only get worse! ;)
Lastly, the Tolkien reference. My tribute, if I can call it such a thing, to the Master (whose work I am apparently murdering! Lol). Betcha can't find it. Not. Review and say. You can't miss it if you've read Return of the King. I'll shut up now. Thanks guys. Take care. I'll leave the rest to you. No more apologies for this chapter! ;)

-Deadly Sins-

Part 3: Greed

Over the next three days Eowyn continued her tricks. She was unknowingly pushing Legolas to breaking point, his desire for her almost unbearable. The feelings he carried now were far too strong and overpowering, drowning and enveloping him at all times. They urged him on and pulled him towards the Lady, their reedy voices whispering to him 'tell her'. Ever and anon, the Elf would shake his head roughly, forcing the feelings away, or at least attempting to. It never worked.

Strolling underneath the rich green of a small cluster of trees that were still growing in the city centre, a thought came to Legolas. Perhaps he should confess these feelings. He would end the torment that he was feeling and clear his cluttered mind. His desire for Eowyn was far too great, a confession would rid him of this heavy burden that he was heaving around with him. He slowed his pace as plans began to form in his mind. Now what would need to be done...?

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"My Lady," the young maid curtseyed, "the King's Elven friend craves a word with you."

A shy smile crept across Eowyn's lips. "Master Legolas?" she asked.

"Yes, my lady," the girl nodded. "He wishes to speak with you in private; he was most persistent".

"Thank you, Tuviel," Eowyn said. "Please bring him in and do not disturb us if you can help it."

Tuviel left and Legolas cautiously entered the chamber.

It was around mid-morning and warm sunlight was streaming through the high windows. Eowyn's golden hair shone and glinted in the light as she ran the teeth of a plain wooden comb through it. Legolas noticed how the sun picked out certain strands of bright hair and highlighted her smooth pale cheeks. When she placed the comb on the table and turned her to face him, the Elf caught his breath. Her light cornflower eyes were wide and blinking, shining in the morning light and smiling at him.

"Did you wish to speak with me, Legolas?" her melodic voice crooned.

"There is something I believe I must tell you, my Lady," Legolas said at length, trying his best to stop the sweet sound of her voice from ringing in her ears. It struck the Elf how difficult it would be to confess his feelings. What in the Manwë was he thinking to do this? But he wanted her, he knew that. He wanted to hold her, to tell her and for him to her love. Perhaps there was a chance...

"Pray, do tell, Master Elf?" Eowyn asked innocently. She felt she knew what was coming. But he wouldn't, he could not...would he?

Legolas took a deep breath. "Perhaps my actions would serve to explain more fully," he said softly, taking a step towards her. The Elf felt a pull in the centre of his chest, close to his rapidly beating heart. It was as if a rope had been tied to his bones and someone was tugging roughly on the other end. He was being drawn towards Eowyn, and he liked the way that it felt.

"How so?" Eowyn asked, the smile leaving her face.

"May I?" Legolas said, stepping again closer.

Eowyn nodded and Legolas took one more step, his eyes fixed on hers. Reaching out with his hands, he caught onto her slim hips, encased in soft, white material. Eowyn's eyes left his and looked down to his hands. Legolas remained silent and pulled her closer, wrapping one arm around her waist. Using his other hand, the Elf cupped Eowyn's chin and lifted until their blue eyes met once more. Then he brought his face down and placed his mouth on her surprised lips, devouring them in a hungry kiss.