Eowyn found him lying on his back in the long grass, lookingin
the moonlightlike one of the statues she had seen upon the
tombs in the House of the Stewards, his body deathly still, his
skin marble-white, his eyes empty
Frantic, she fell to her knees, examined him for signs of injury
and, finding none, shook him. Legolas?
He did not stir.
She shook him harder.
Still, he did not wake.
She ripped open his tunicscarcely noticing that its fastenings
were already missingand, laying her head upon his chest,
she listened for his heart. Oh, thank the gods! she
His heart was beatingslowly, softlybut beating!
She raised her head, and cried out, Help! Please! Somebody
help! But there was no one close enough to hear her, except,
Arod, she shouted, Arod, come to me;
come for your master!
Moments later, the horse was by her side.
Find elves, she said. Find elves, and bring
When the border guards arrived, they found herstill listening
to the beat of Legolas heartsinging softly to him
of the deeds of her ancestors. Two of them improvised a stretcher,
and carried their Lord back to the city; their leader lifted Eowyn
into his arms, and followed.