She is immortal now, and it is a terrible sorrow to her that she
will outlive her brother, and her brothers son, and his
son, and his sons son; but then she looks at her elf and
she remembers that he will be with her throughout eternity.
My Lady? he asked; andthough, for a long, heart-faltering
moment, he feared she might refuse himshe rose to her feet,
and accepted his hand, and he swept her up in his arms and whirled
her roundboth of them laughingthen he lowered her
to the ground and kissed her passionately.
He often marvels that such a fierce warrior can be so small, and
feel so soft and warm in his arms.
He would like to have a child with her; but his mother lost her
life giving birth to him andunknown to herhe has studied
the pictures in A Treatise on Human Anatomy, and he does not believe
that he could ever put her precious body through such torture.
Before she came to live with him she thought nothing of eating
meatbeef, pork, perhaps a roasted swanbut elves respect
all living things and he has taught her to avoid flesh when something
else may be eaten; and so, whilst her brother and his men feast
on the boars head, she dines happily, with her elf, on plain
He has not explained to her that elves do not suffer chills, so
she does not understand why he never heeds her warningsnor
why she is forever having to undress him, and warm him, when he
comes home to her soaking wet.
Like all elves, he has a sweet tooth, so she gives himthanks
to a complicated arrangement involving two messengers, her first
husband, his secretary, a ship, a sea captain and a merchant of
Far Harada box of rare sweetmeats to celebrate his conception
If he were asked what made him happy, he would answer with one
On those rare occasions when they are forced to spend a night
apart, she always wishes that there was some way she might hear
his voice, as she lies in bed, trying to sleep.
She can seduce him just by nuzzling his ears.
She has learned that melmenya means all is normal; that Eowyn
nín means he is either pleased with her or angry; and that
if he ever uses the Common Tongue, and calls her my love
or my darling, she should be ready to draw her sword,
and fight at his side.
He sometimes likes to take his time, bathing her, massaging her
with scented oils, delighting her with subtle elven techniques;
but his Shieldmaiden prefers a swift attack, for nothing compares
to the feel of him, invading her body.
She never feared deathit was a certainty that she accepted;
now that she is immortal she sometimes fears life, if he were
taken from her.
He had always enjoyed sex, but the moment he set eyes on her he
wanted no other and, from then until the first time he made love
to her, he was chaste; she, disappointed both in love and sex,
came to him a married woman, but with the heart of a virgin.
Sometimes, he will touch her unexpectedlyperhaps correcting
her stance, perhaps showing her how better to hook her fingers
round the bowstringand she will feel again the physical
shock she felt on that night, when he singled her out from the
crowd, and she placed her hand in his, and accepted him.
She is his weaknessthe chink in his armourthe way
to defeat him is to threaten her.
He never hides his tears from her, as every man she has ever known
has tried to do, and she respects him all the more for it.
He runs through the Forest, his step light, his body graceful,
his every movement directed to one end; she, though swift for
her race and sex, cannot keep pace with him, so he holds himself
in check and, instead, keeps pace with her.
She stretches out her arms and, smiling, lets the wind stream
under and over and between her limbs, whipping her cloak and her
hair behind her; he, watching her fondly from the shelter of the
trees, smiles too.
On the day before Helms Deep, when she admitted her darkest
fear, he said to her: The woman I saw this morning, bidding
her cousins spirit farewell, was a Queen; the woman I saw
sparring with Aragorn was a fighter; the life you fear will never
be your fate, my lady, for the gods have other plans for you,
and they will set you free when the time is rightall you
must do is watch the door.
His life was ordered before she entered it; now, although he grumbles
for appearances sake, his heart melts whenever he sees her
dressing robe draped over the back of his chair, or her book dumped
upon his desk, or her little boots kicked off beside the door.
He tells her that his previous lovers meant nothing to himshe
knows he is lying to protect her, for he is incapable of bedding
someone without caring, but she would not have him any other way;
she tells him that she did not enjoy her first timehe knows
she is telling the truth, but he cannot stop himself feeling a
pang of jealousy.
It was his hands she first admiredlong and slender but,
even so, a warriors handscalloused where he drew the
bow and guided the arrow, strong and sure when he wielded the
knives, gentle when he reassured his horse.
She laughs when he wrinkles his nose at the taste of mead; he
laughs when she shudders at the taste of a fine Dorwinion red.
When she accepted the Beornings challenge he stood by her;
when she beat the man in single combat his heart swelled with
pride; when she refused to kill her foe he admired her; when,
at last, her strength gave out he helped her to disarm and stayed
beside her until she was safely asleep.
She was not born immortal, and he sometimes worries that the reality
of endless life will one day destroy her mind.
Ellith do not have a monthly cycleor, if they do, his lovers
hid the fact from himand the first time he found her doubled
up in pain, and bleeding, he panicked.
Now that her body is immortal, she sometimes misses the fun of
being slightly ill.
She was sitting in her garden, reluctant to return indoors to
face Faramir and his secretary, when the elf found
her, took off his cloak, and wrapped it around her shoulders,
and they sat together in companionable silence as the sky darkened;
then, softly, he began to sing, drawing her close to warm and
comfort her, and, suddenly, looking at the city lights that glittered
like a second sky, she was happyfor the first time in years,
it seemed, she was happy.
They made their marriage vows, privately, before Eärendil;
and now, if ever they are apart, gazing at that star makes her
feel that he is near.
She has lived in many placesEdoras, Helms Deep, Minas
Tirith, Caras Arnenbut her only home as been in Eryn Carantaur,
It angers her that, when they first meet him, humans sometimes
assume that he is effeminate.
Occasionally she wishes that they could both climb into a cage,
and shut the door, and lock out the troubles of the world.
He laughs when thunder and lightning make her flinch, and takes
her in his arms, and holds her safe.
To fulfil his fantasy she binds herself with scarlet ribbonsat
the ankles, wrists and neckand kneels submissively before
him, but it is her elf who is soon begging for release.
It was not green amber, as the stallholder had claimed, and it
was certainly not worth the twenty gold pieces he had paid for
itbut to see the delight on her face when he fastened it
around her neck, he would have paid a thousand times that sum.
As a child she had learned to use the sword and spear proficiently,
but the bow defeated heruntil her love gave her a light,
elven bow, made specially to her size, and himself taught her
how to use it.
He has given her many gifts in the short time they have been togetherhis
ring, his grandmothers Leafy Mantle, a pretty elven marebut
the greatest gift of all, she knows, is the feeling he gives her,
whenever she is with him, of being loved.
The first time he caught sight of her, running to her uncles
side in the Golden Hallproud, fearless, but steeped in sadnesshe
knew that he would do anything, even dance at her wedding, just
to see her smile.
He has lived almost 3000 yearsten times longer than sheand
she respects him for all that he has achieved as a warrior, as
Aragorns right hand, and, latterly, as a leader of his own
people; but when he strips off his clothes and paddles in the
sea, laughing at the big wave that takes him by surprise, she
realises that her elf is younger and more innocent than she has
He is bound to her for eternityif she were to die he would
fade and die too, for, without her, he could never again be complete.
Look, she says, raising her hand to point out a ragged
cloud, that one looks like a nazgûl riding his fell
beast,and she is surprised when he suddenly pulls
her into his arms, and holds her, as though he fears she might
The first time they spent the night apart she could not sleep,
and when the dawn broke she opened the window, and leaned out
into the sunlight, and she saw him, climbing the stair to their
treetop home, his tall, lean form silhouetted against the sky.
She was not a virgin when she came to him, but the lovers she
had had before had never made her feel how he makes her
feel at that momentwhen the pleasure sweeps through her,
it is as though his love has taken physical form inside her body.
He had never felt alone before he met her, but the five long years
he waited for her were an agony of loneliness.
To him, she is golden like the sun, and stands at the centre of
all that is good in his world.
To her, he is silver like the moon, and shows her the way in the
darkest of times.
At the waters edge he lowers her to the grounda small
wave breaks, and spreads up the shallow slope, and she gasps as
its cold water touches her bare back, then ebbs awayand
she feels his body lift and his hand fumble, and then he is crushing
her again, his hard penis pressing her sensitive flesh, and it
feels beautifulanother wave breaks and surrounds them, soaking
her skin and floating her hairbut he is inside her, and
she wraps her legs around him and watches him rise up above her,
her wild, beautiful wood elf, possessed by the sea and fucking
her with its ebb and flow.
He can braid his hair in moments; but when she unbraids it for
him she takes her time, running her fingers through its silken
length until his eyes close, and his back arches, andwith
only a mild protesthe lets he stop, and slide down between
his legs, and bestow her caresses elsewhere.
She calls him to the window, her eyes glistening with unshed tears,
and shows him the star that is now brighter than their ownhe
takes her in his arms, and kisses her, and whispers, It
is a star that is dying, melmenya, you will see many throughout
eternity; do not begrudge it its swansong.