Legolas, having quickly supervised the burning of
the Orc bodies, and fortified (with Eomer and Haldir), the perimeter
of the encampment against further attack, came swiftly into the
He glanced at Thorkell bogsveigir, lying bandaged upon one of
the beds. Where is Eowyn?
My lady is behind the blanket, said the Beorning,
with the healer.
Legolas thanked him with a brief bow of the head. You did
well, Master Bowswayer, he added, approaching the temporary
screen, we will speak latermay I enter, Master Dínendal?
Indeed, my Lord, replied the healer.
Legolas stepped inside.
How is she? he asked, sitting down beside Eowyn and
gently grasping the bandaged hand that she stretched out towards
I am fine Lassui, said Eowyn. I told you, it
is just a scratch.
Legolas glanced up at Dínendal, who nodded in confirmation,
then he turned back to Eowyn, lightly patting the back of her
hand. And these?
Throbbing, said Eowyn. She grinned.
Legolas shook his head.
The salve I have applied has dulled the pain, said
Dínendal, and will gradually deaden it altogether.
It must be reapplied at least once morecome to me tomorrow
morning, my Lady, and I will change your dressings. Lady Eowyn,
he added, turning to Legolas, is healing wellalmost
as quickly as an elfbut she remains human in that her flesh
is still susceptible to corruption.
Eowyn winked at Legolas.
Legolas smiled. I will make sure that she comes
to see you first thing, Master Healer, he said. May
I take her away now?
You may, my Lord.
Carefully, Legolas lifted Eowyn into his arms, manoeuvred her
past the blanket-screen, andpausing only to let her wave
to Thorkellcarried her from the Healing Tent.
Are you going to corrupt me now?
Later, said Legolas, if you are lucky.
Supper was surprisingly cheerful, forhaving ringed the
encampment, which was much less dispersed than usual, with a series
of bonfires, and posted twice the customary number of guardsboth
elves and men (not to mention the dwarf) were in the mood to celebrate
the rescue of their lady; and the cooks had, therefore, at remarkably
short notice, prepared a sylvan banquet of roasted meats, and
herby vegetable ragouts, with chunks of warm bread, ripe cheeses,
fruited biscuits, honey tarts and lavender cakes.
And Eowyn, sitting between Legolas and Eomer, had insisted that
Thorkell bogsveigir be brought to join the feast, so the Beorningunder
protesthad been carried from the Healing Tent by Valandil
Well? said Eowyn, toying with the remains of her
Well what? asked Eomer. He spread a fruited biscuit
with a knifeful of soft, ripe cheese.
Are you not going to say anything?
Would it be any more than a waste of breath? He took
a bite. Mmm.
Eowyn grinned. In this case, yes, I admit that I made a
foolish mistake, so preoccupied was I withcertain thoughtsthat
I wandered too far from the camp without realising it. I was lucky
that Thorkell and Legolas,she turned, to grasp the
elfs hand, and he broke off from his conversation with Gimli
and Haldir to smile at her,that Legolas found
me. So, if you do want to say anything, now is the time.
Be more careful, said Eomer. I mean
it! You are notwell, perhaps you are immortal, but
you can still be hurt, Eowyn. Killed. He was silent
for a moment. Then, What thoughts?
Oh, foolish worries. She smiled. But Thorkell
bogsveigir and I are blood brothers now. She looked over
to the Beorning, and was a little surprised to find that he was
also looking at her. They both bowed their heads in greeting.
I have been thinking, Eomer, she continued, that
you could use a good archer
Oh no! Eomer reached for another biscuit.
Why ever not?
Why do you want to be rid of him? He cut a
piece of cheese.
I do not want to be rid of him. I just think that he might
be happier serving a human lord.
He is a troublemaker, said Eomer, taking a bite of
biscuit, and adding, with his mouth full, and that
I do not need.
I think he is past that, said Eowyn.
Eomer set the rest of his biscuit on his platter and, turning
to his sister, looked her directly in the eye. You can be
very naïve at times, Eowyn.
Come here, said Eowyn, stretching out her arms.
Carefully closing the canvas door of the little hut, Legolas
shook his head at her impatience.
He turned, and smiled at the pout on her lovely face. You,
he said, softly have had too much wine. He crawled
over her. You are always like this when you are drunk.
Eowyn frowned up at him. I am not drunk! Then, Like
Demanding. He kissed her neck. Wanton.
He sucked and nipped the soft skin, whispering, Lascivious
Her bandaged hand reached
under his tunic.
But Legolas caught it and held it fast (against the hard ridge
of his erection). You must not hurt your fingers, melmenya.
He kissed her cheek. Tell me what you want.
I want to kiss youthere.
Oh, meleth nín
He pressed his lips to
her forehead. Then, straightening up, he unhooked the fastenings
of his tunic and shrugged it off.
I am sorry, said Eowyn.
For what, my darling? He pulled at his laces.
For wandering off and getting you into danger.
Legolas smiled down at her. You are drunk!
He opened his leggings and, leaning over her, lowered himself
to her lips.
Eowyn kissed him, lightly at first, then more passionately, then
drew him into her mouth, and stroked him with her tongue
Wait! he gasped. Wait, wait
pulled himself away from her, trembling and already breathlessI
might fall upon you.
Then lie on your back, said Eowyn.
But I was going to make love to you.
She smiled. Later, Lassui.
He raised her bandaged
hands to his lips and kissed them. Then he did as she had asked,
rolling onto his back and lying, legs apart, with his arms by
Eowyn, still a little unsteady, knelt between his knees. You
are so beautiful, she murmured, leaning forward and nuzzling
his long, thick erection, brushing her mouth over the hot, hard
flesh. So beautiful
Legolas stroked her hair and felt her smile. Then she dipped
her head lower and sucked one of his testicles into her mouth.
Oh yes, he muttered. Yes
And his body arched, stomach muscles fluttering, and his erection
hardened and rose up from his belly at each caress of her warm
tongue. Oh, sweet Eowyn
He closed his eyes and
lay, grasping the bedroll, stretched out on a rack of pleasure
until, just at the critical moment, she suddenly released him,
and he collapsed, groaning with disappointment.
But that did not last longcrawling up his body, Eowyn took
his penis in one of her bandaged handshe squirmed at the
feel of the dressing on his erect fleshthen she lifted him,
and wrapped her warm, soft mouth around him.
Manwë and Varda!
He almost came.
But he fought back his orgasmand she, knowing him so well
now, waited, letting him step back from the brink before she began.
And he raised his head, and watched herwatched her sweet
body move rhythmically as her clever mouth sucked the life from
himfrom his shaking thighs, and his straining belly, and
from under his trembling armsand he moaned at the first
faint ripples of another climax, deep in his groin, knowing that
this time nothing could stop it.
And he stiffened and jerked as her hand grasped his buttockand
the other was stroking himupand downand upand
down his whole length andyessqueezing and strokingyesand
his hand grabbed his thigh as he cameoh sweet godshe
came, shooting long gouts of seedonce, twice, thrice, four
times, fivethick and white across his belly
Then he sank down, smiling up at her gratefully, blissfully emptied.