Eowyn clasped her hands together, and smiled.
For a moment, she had felt Legolas presence!
He had told her that he loved her, and had assured her that
he was coming to find her. And, although he had been gone a
split-second later, that contact had been enough to reassure
her that her husband was safe.
It had given her hope.
She settled down beside her heated rock and, ignoring the dragons
snores, she tried to work out a plan.
She did not believe that the beast meant her any harmit
seemed to think of her as a petbut that might easily change
if she tried to sneak away, whichin turnmeant that,
in order to escape, she might have to kill it, and she no longer
thought she could bring herself to do that.
Besides, she thought, I already knew that my swordwhich
was lying somewhere out of reachis no match for the
And then there was the small matter of the mountain.
She could see no way to get safely down to the plain, And
no way, she thought, for an elf to get safely up. Which
means that my only option is to persuade the dragon to
let me go.
She lay on her back, trying to think of a convincing argument
but, as the sky turned dark and the stars began to shine, she
grew more and more tired and, eventually, she drifted off to
Eowyn opened her eyes. The pale winter sun was shining through
the windows, lighting Legolas golden hair as he leaned
She sighed. Morning, Lassui. Then, It must
I let you sleep in at little, melmenya, since escaping
from a dragon takes it out of a woman.
What have you been doing? she asked, for he was
I have been in your garden. He brought his hand
from behind his back with a flourish, and opened his fingers.
Lying in his palm was a tiny flower of the deepest red, laced
with delicate frost. I found it lying on the ground,
he said. The hûnlass shed it just for you.
The hûnlass... Eowyn remembered the little plant
that Legolas had given her, one Sweethearts Day, years
before the Valar had brought them together, and how he had told
her that the men of South Ithilien believed that its flowers
brought joy to all who saw them. It may have been for
someone else, she said, holding out her hand and letting
Legolas drop the flower onto it. Her garden belonged to another
She brought the flower to her nose, and inhaled its delicate
scent, looking up at her husband. How do you know that
it was intended for me?
Legolas smiled his most beautiful smile.
You are a very conceited elf, she said, laughing,
and she reached over to the nightstand, and gently tipped the
flower from her hand.
Then she turned back to Legolas and slid her arms around his
Legolas lowered her onto her pillows and, as he kissed her
mouth, gently but thoroughly, she felt his hands move down to
her hips and pull at her nightgown.
Eowyn considered undressing him, but quickly decided that that
would take too long, so she brought her hands down to his waist
and, reaching inside his jerkin and tunic, she unlaced his leggings.
Legolas hand, meanwhile, had found its way between her
Oh, she moaned against his mouth. She had curled
her own hand around his hard, thick warmth just as his
fingers had begun to tease her flesh, and her back arched
with the sheer, unbearable joy of it.Oh. Oh
Eowyn awoke with a start.
written for Valentines Day, 2007