Slowly, Eowyn emerged from beneath her fur blankets. Lassui,
Legolas smiled, sympathetically. Headache?
She sat up. Just tired.
Gimli sent you this. He held out a steaming tankard.
Frowning, Eowyn pulled a hand from the tangle of bedding, took
the drink from him and, peering into its smoky depths, sniffed
at spiralling vapour. It smelleddisconcertinglylike
freshly-oiled chain mail. What is it?
It is a dwarven tonic, melmenya. It is supposed to revive
a warrior, the morning after.
The morning after what? Eowyn sat up. Does
Gimli think that I was drunk last night?
Legolas laughed. No, Eowyn nín! The morning after
a battleGimli knows that you were wounded yesterday.
The tonic is usually brewed by dwarven maidens. Dwarves are a
very hardy people, melmenya. Try it.
I was not wounded, Lassui, I just slipped andoh,
very well! Watching her elf over the rim of the tankard,
Eowyn took a cautious sipand screwed up her face in disgust.
She shook her head. Worse!
Legolas rubbed her back, encouragingly.
When you have finished it, I will give you a sweetmeat.
You have eaten all your sweetmeats.
A kiss, then.
Do not flatter yourself. Eowyn wiped the tears from
her eyes and looked again into the steaming grey liquid. Are
you sure that this is safe?
Perfectly, melmenya. Master Dínendal himself says
that it will do you good.
With a deep sigh, Eowyn lifted the tankard to her lips, threw
back her head, and drained the tonic in a single draught.
Melmenya! That was just like a dwarf! Legolas hugged
Eowyn handed him the tankard. And I deserve,
she gasped, between convulsive swallows, a dwarven helmfor
drinking it. Let us hopethat I do notgrow a beard.
If you do, I am sure that Eomer will show you how toow!
Stupid elf, she cried, shoving him down onto the
bedroll, stupid, arrogant,she pinned his wrists
to the groundinsufferable,(he did
nothing to resist)elf
in and kissed him roughly, at the same time pressing herself against
him until she felt his body respond.
Then she raised her head, and smiled at him, wantonly.
You taste disgusting, melmenya, said Legolas.
They both chuckled.
Is there time? asked Eowyn.
That would depend, he replied, on what you
had in mind.
She leaned down and whispered in his ear.
But Legolas was suddenly serious. We must be careful, Eowyn
nín, he said, stroking her hair, you are bruised
there. But I can do what I did last night.
No. Eowyn came up on her hands. Last night
was lovely, Lassui, but it is not the same. I want to feel you,she
moved, seductivelyinside me. Filling me.
Legolas swallowed hard. My lethal Shieldmaiden.
Ahbe careful, Eowyn nín. He was
holding her by the waist, using his elven strength to support
her as she rode him. If it hurts, melmenyaoh, yesif
it hurts, stop, meleth nín
Eowyn leaned down and kissed his mouth. Nothing hurts when
you are inside me, Lassui, she murmured. You are so
No. It is you who are beautiful, he said,
raising a hand to brush back her thick, dishevelled hair, so
full of life, my darling, sosooh
And, suddenly forgetting his fear of hurting her, he slid his
hands down to her hips and, grasping them, he started to thrust
upwards, with fast, urgent strokes.
His eyes (bluer than the summer sky) had suddenly widened in
astonishment and, leaning over him, overflowing with love for
him, she watched him comestill riding him, but gently nowand
her own climax, which had been prickling inside her for some time,
at last burst forth in a dazzling shower of sparks, just as his
ended in one finaljoyfulthrust.