I will not let you take me without a fight,
thought Eowyn, drawing her little hunting knife. I will geld
you, or I will die in the attempt! She turned andcrouching
slightly, arms extendedprepared herself, as best she could
with an injured ankle, to fight.
For several long, heart-pounding moments she waited, but nothing
happened. The gaur was lurking, deep in the shadows, about three
yards down the trail. Gripping her blade, Eowyn took a cautious
step towards it.
The thing growled, but did not move.
Hopeful, Eowyn took another step, and then another.
Then somethingsome small change in the gaurs posture or,
perhaps, some sixth sense of her owntold her to look up,
at the branches above her head.
Racing towards his beloved, Legolas found himself preternaturally
aware of every living thing around himof Eowyns ripe,
intoxicating scent; of Gimlis coppery odour; of Haldirs
earthiness; of the honest, meaty stink of the human at his heels;
of the faint, stale whiff of some other human, somewhere nearby;
and, most of all, of the overpowering male reek of the gaur, directly
There, puffed Gimli, there she is! And
there is the beast!
The March Warden had already fitted an arrow to his bowstring
and, quickly planting his feet, he raised his bow, took aim, and
His arrow flew true, slicing through the air with deadly precision
A blur of green and brown and bright blond hair dragged Eowyns
gaze from the grotesque object hanging above her
Legolas flew at his rival, and brought it down
Haldirs arrow missed the falling gaur, and buried itself
in a mallorn trunk.
The thing was strong butblood pounding, phallus straining,
muscles bulgingLegolas body was throbbing with
power and, baring his teeth in a feral snarl, he pinned the creature
beneath him, and bit deep into its flesh.
The gaur roared, thrashing its head from side to side, spittle
flying, untilsomehow breaking Legolas gripit
threw the elf off and, rising up from the ground, forced him down
upon his back and straddled him, throwing its arms wide and thrusting
its erection forward, baying in triumph.
Legolas seized its testicles.
The creatures victory shout turned to a yelp of pain andas
it slumped over, frantically clawing at Legolas wristthe
elf used his free hand, pounding its head until it cowered, and
he could wrench himself free.
But the fight was far from over and, grabbing the elfs
ankle, the gaur hauled him back and, looming over him, went for
his throat; Legolas, fighting for his life, snatched up a fallen
branch and smashed it into the closing jaws.
And over and over the pair rolled, snapping and snarling, first
one on top, and then the other
No, my LordsLord Gimli! NO! Osgar
set himself in front of the dwarf and, with grim determination,
held him back at sword point. You must let Lord Legolas
kill it himself. His free hand shot out. You, too,
March Warden! Lower your bow.
Eowyn watched, some crude part of her body excited by the sexual
aggression driving the battle, and already preparing to mate with
The gaur suddenly reared up, dashing Legolas to the ground with
a sickening thud, and Eowyn cried out,Lassui!and
drew her hunting knife, hobbling closer, looking for an opening.
But a thin, reedy voice, from somewhere close behind her, piped
out, Young lady! Do not stray too far.
Let me pass, lad! Gimli hefted his axe and took a
step forward, scowling up at Osgar menacingly.
So far, the elf was holding his own, but all the biting and the
clawingall the downright dirty fightingon his
friends part had convinced the dwarf that the sooner the
gaur was dealt with, and the fight was over, the better.
No, my Lord, said Osgar, unflinching. If Lord
Legolas wins, I believe he may still have a chance. If he loses
Well, then you will need your axe, my Lord.
Locked in a crushing embrace, Legolas and the gaur lay face-to-face.
You cannot best me, panted the creature. Submit!
Never, gasped the elf. He felt his blood rising in
response to the madness coursing through the gaurs veins,
but still he clung to his elven honour, and to his love for EowynI
will never let you violate menever submit to your
Then die, fool! snarled the gaur.
And, suddenly, it seemed to grow in size, its neck curving upwards,
its jaws extending towards Legolas throat. The elf, making
one last, wild attempt to save himself, wrenched a hand free and,
clamping it round the gaurs muzzle, pushed with all his
And then he was falling, falling, falling
Lassui! shrieked Eowyn. No! No! Lassui!
She staggered to the spot where Legolas had disappearedCareful,
young lady!and, dropping to her knees, peered
down into the pit.
Far below her, the gaur lay impaled upon a bed of wooden stakes;
Legolas, still clinging to the crumbling edge of the trap, was
smiling up at her, as though all were well.
Oh, gods, Lassui! She grabbed his wrists.
I have you, my darling, she cried, pulling with all
her might, I have you
But she could not lift
himshe lacked the strengthLassui!
Then powerful arms were reaching over her, and big elven hands
were grasping Legolas, and Legolas was risingEowyn let goand
then her beloved elf was safe beside her, holding her, and she
was clinging to him.
Thank you, mellon nín, said Legolas to Haldir.
A look of horror passed between the two elves.
The gaurs growl was not pleadingnot even commandingit
was soft, and seductive. Help me.
You must shoot it, my Lord, said Osgar. He had retrieved
Legolas great Galadhrim bow, and was holding it out to him.
Through the heart, my Lord.
Frowning, Legolas took the weapon and drew it slowly, tentatively,
as though feeling its draw weight for the very first time.
You shall notkill me, said the gaur, in ragged
gasps, not now
It made a sudden, desperate
effort to wrench itself free but, failing, sank back onto the
spikes. You knowwhat I can give youI have shown
youhow it feelsand you want itwith her,it
nodded, weakly, towards Eowynand with other womenand
with menfor there is nono pleasuregreaterthat
making a man submitthen taking him
Legolas loosed a single arrow.