Eowyn lay upon her back, watching the sky turn from velvety
black, to dirty grey, to a luminous pale lavender. She had spent
the past few hours trying to think of a way to prepare the dragon
for Legolas arrival. He will be here soon, she
thought, anxiouslyand, as though the beast had overheard,
it suddenly raised its head, and peered down at her.
You wan mo wader?
Despite her fears, Eowyn could not help smiling. No,
she began, but broke off as a cry of surprise pierced the air,
followed by the rattle of falling rocks.
Both headswoman and dragonswung towards the sound.
Wazzat? cried the dragon.
Eowyn scrambled to her feet, praying that Legolas had not fallen.
Should I lie, she thought, and try to distract him,
or should I simply tell him the truth?
It is something I need, she said.
Wha ? the dragon demanded.
More rock fell, and Eowyn knew that Legolas was still climbing.
The dragon, meanwhile, was eager to investigate, and it was
becoming harder and harder to keep its attention. My husband,
she said, loudly.
Mate. My mate. Do you have a mate?
Eowyn heard another noise but, this time, the dragon seemed
oblivious to it. No... it said, sadly, and
its head drooped, and Eowyns heart lurched at the expression
of loss that spread across its face.
OhI am so sorry, she whispered.
But then, because she had to make it understand, she
pressed on: My mate is worried about me, and he is coming
to make sure that I am safe. Will you let him come up safely?
The dragon rose to its feet, and stretched out each limb, and
shook its great, clawed wings. When it behaved like a simple
animal, it was truly a terrifying sight.
Eowyn watched it walk to the edge of plateau. Please,
she begged, following it, please do not hurt Legolas.