At the start of Firith, when the dry days of
Harvest gave way to the wind and rain of Fading...
Legolas and Haldir ran from guard post to guard post, enjoying
the exertion; revelling in the freshness of the rain and the slight
chill of the breeze; savouring the scents that the wet weather
Eowyn looked up from her book.
The elfs cheery greeting was cut short when his wife leaped
from the warmth of their bed and caught him by the arms.
What...? He watched with fascination as she struggled
to remove his jerkin, her fingers slipping on the wet metal clasps,
her hands wrestling with the damp suede that refused to slide
off his shoulders.
Legolas shrugged off his jerkin and favoured her with one of
his most dazzling smiles.
Eowyn started on his tunic.
This is very enjoyable, he said, but
Take it off. She disappeared into the bathing room.
Legolas removed his tunic, and thenfor good measuretook
off his undershirt as well.
Eowyn reappeared carrying two large towels. Now...
she said, wrapping one towel around his shoulders before she started
to unlace his leggingscursing quietly to herself as she
snagged the damp cords.
You can kiss it better. Legolas shot her another
Eowyn took no notice, instead concentrating on pulling his leggings
past his hips and down his thighs. Sit, she
said, guiding him to the bed and quickly spreading out the second
She knelt before him.
Legolas smile broadenedhe tilted his hips, and thrust
But Eowyn ignored the invitation. Lift your foot.
Lift it. She pulled off one boot, then tried to drag
his wet leggings down over his knee. Oh, she cried
in frustration, lift the other foot.
Let me, melmenya. Legolas kicked off his second
boot and deftly removed his leggings. There. What next?
But Eowyn had already seized the corners of the towel, and was
vigorously rubbing his damp thighs. Oh... Oh yes...
He smiled again, arching his back as the sensation travelled deep
into his groin and
Eowyn moved down to his shins.
His wife came up on her knees. Your hair is dripping.
She pulled the second towel from his shoulders and carefully wrapped
it around his flowing locks, squeezing it to soak up the moisture.
Get into bed.
I thought you would never ask. Legolas slipped beneath
Eowyn quickly untied her sash and shrugged off her dressing robe.
You could have let me do that, melmenya.
But Eowyn had already climbed in beside him, and she wrapped
her arms around him, and pulled him against her body. Gods,
she muttered, rubbing his back with her hands. She worked her
way down both sides of his spine, concentrating for a moment on
the small of his back, then moved on, past his tailbone, to his
buttocks, rubbing, rubbing
Legolas pressed his erection against her belly.
Legolas! Eowyn shook her head. Still,
I suppose it is a good sign.
The elf, his buried in her hair, smiled. Sign of what,
melmenya? he asked.
Sign that we have caught it in timethat you will
not take a chill.
A chill. I see...
His heart brimming with tenderness now that he understood her
actions, Legolas gently turned his wife onto her back and, smiling
down at her, leaned in, and kissed her tenderly.
You must be more careful, said Eowyn, now that
the weather has changed, my love.
Legolas hid his grin. This was not the time to tell his
human wife that elves did not suffer from chills.
On the contrary...
The elf felt sure that the oncoming rainy season would prove
much more enjoyable if he kept that piece of information