| "My lord?" Her voice
was quiet but, as usual, the Mistress of the Ceremony would brook
no resistance. She laid her hand upon Legolas' shoulder and firmly
pulled him away from Eowyn.
"You must first be properly joined. And she must be prepared
for you, my lord."
Legolas stepped back reluctantly, watching as, with much ceremony,
the elleth placed a delicate mithril circlet on Eowyn's head.
For the first time he noticed that his lady was wearing an elven
gown, which revealed her lovely shoulders and the velvety cleft
between her breasts.
That is Arwen's, he thought. Arwen must somehow have
"Come, stand beside her, my lord," said the Mistress
of the Ceremony and, joining their hands together, she recited
the ancient formula:
"May the union of the Lord of Eryn Carantaur and the
lady of the threshing floor be fruitful; may the womb of the lady
be filled; may the woods and the fields and the gardens of Eryn
Carantaur be blessed."
The assembled company murmured its assent.
Legolas raised Eowyn's hand to his mouth and pressed his lips
to her palm.
Some of the elves began to sing, softly.
"Unlace her gown, my lord," said the Mistress of the
Legolas gently brushed Eowyn's hair over her shoulders, carefully
undid the silken cords of her bodice, opened it, and began to
slide the gown off.
Eowyn instinctively raised her arms to cover her breasts, but
Legolas took hold of one of her hands. "Do not be afraid,
melmenya," he said softly, "you are my lady, and my
people will honour you." Then he leaned in closer, and whispered,
"And I will not ask you to do anything you do not
Eowyn nodded her consent; the gown fell to the ground; and Legolas
saw her naked for the very first time.
She was even more beautiful than he had imaginedthough
slender, she was shapely, her limbs delicate but strong, and her
hair fell down to her waist in soft waves, like a river of pure
"You must undress his lordship, my lady," said the
Mistress of the Ceremony.
Eowyn, blushing, untied the sash at Legolas' waist, slid the
embroidered robe off his shoulders, and ran her hands gently down
his muscled chest, and his stomach, to the top of his silk leggings.
Trembling, she fell to her knees before him and untied his laces,
slowly pushing the fabric openand her hand accidentally
brushed his erect penis as it sprang free.
Legolas gasped, and Eowyn pulled her hand away and, for a moment,
simply stared at him, fascinated.
Then she stretched out her fingers and caressed him, gently.
Legolas caught her hand: "You will undo me, hiril nín,"
Her blush deepened.
But Legolas took both of her hands, and brought her to her feet,
pulling her into his arms. She could hardly be ignorant of what
was expected of her, but Legolas knew that Men had strange ideas
about sex, and he needed to be absolutely sure. He pressed his
lips to her ear. "Are you certain, meleth nín?"
he whispered. "You can still say no."
"I am quite certain," she whispered back.
He began to lower her to the floor, but again the Mistress of
the Ceremony interrupted him, this time holding a mithril goblet
"Is that necessary?" asked Legolas.
"It is a part of the rite, my lord."
"What is it?" asked Eowyn.
"It is a potion to increase your desire, my lady,"
said the elleth.
Legolas frowned, but Eowyn took the goblet and drank.
"Very well, my lord," said the elleth, "you may
The guests put out their candles, leaving only the threshing
floor bathed in light and, as Legolas lowered his lady to the
floor, the watching elves began to sing softly.
"I will make it as loving as I can, melmenya," he whispered,
stroking his fingers across her stomach, over her mound, and in
gentle circles between her thighs, making her laugh with delight
but, even as he leaned in to kiss her mouth, the potion suddenly
began to torment her, and she arched her back and tried to ride
"Please, my lord," she whispered, "I need you;
I need you inside me."
"Does it hurt?" he asked softly.
"Yes," she whispered, "it burns..."
He entered her gently and began to thrust, lifting himself on
his hands to watch her response.
"Oh yes, my lord," she moaned, "yes, yes... Harder,"her
voice was breathless"yes, yes, oh yes,"and
her head thrashed from side to side"harder, please,
harder, oh, oh please..."
Legolas braced his arms and thrust desperately.
His own needs, denied release by the potion, were threatening
to drive him to madness. But Eowyn, writhing and sobbing beneath
him, was already approaching completion. He felt her body ripple
around him; he felt the spasms grow stronger; felt her warm, wet
essence bathe him; and then...
He felt her joy, flooding his mind, filling his heart, touching
Legolas could hear his guests cheering and clapping their hands
on the table but he was still thrusting, thrusting, thrustingslowly
now, breathlessly, completely exhausted.
And he thought he might die. But then it took him by surprisehis
penis, like a great carantaur, with roots deep in his thighs and
his back and his chest, was drawing his spirit down to his groin...
"EOWYN!" he screamed, "AI EOWYN! EOWYN! Meleth
"Dear Valar!" said the twins, simultaneously; "we
must find ourselves a woman."
The Mistress of the Ceremony covered the lovers with a thick,
velvet blanketfor whatever might pass between them now that
the rite had been celebrated was no one's business but their own.
Still lying in Eowyn's arms, Legolas listened to the sounds of
approval coming from his guests. Some were clapping; others were
singing the praises of the lady whose passionate hunger had so
aroused her lord. And he knew that they, their blood fired by
what they had just witnessed, would soon be making their own sacrifices.
It had gone well; all was as it should be. He had the Valar and
Eowyn to thank for that.
"Are you all right?" asked his lady, softly.
Legolas, his heart too full to answer her easily, lifted his
head and smiled. "Melmenya?"
She reached up, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear, and
blushed, "You are still hard..." she explained.
Legolas, unsure what she was asking, looked at her questioningly.
She cleared her throat. "Did I not satisfy you?"
He smiled radiantly. "Oh, melmenya! How could you think
"Well, you did seembut, then, why are you still soso
"I love you."
"But do you not need time to recoverafterwards?"
Legolas grinned. "It is true what they say about men, then?"
He kissed her, playfully. "Sometimes, I do, for a few moments,
melmenya, but not tonightcertainly not tonight! Do you
need to rest, meleth nín?"
Eowyn closed her eyes. The potion was beginning to bite again
and she shook her head, tightening herself around him.
"Oh, melmenya!" he whispered, and he pressed his hips
forward, to bring her relief.
Eowyn lay quietly beside the sleeping elf, wishing that the noisy
antics around them would stop. Legolas was completely exhausted;
he needed to rest.
And she needed to think.
Why had she done it? After she had been so horrified by the idea
of the rite, why had she had simply taken Legolas' hand and followed
him out onto the threshing floor? How could she have let him undress
her in front of the entire companyshe blushed crimsonand
how could she have undressed him? Gods, she had even fondled hishis
penis in front of Aragorn and Prince Imrahil, and those two appalling
brothers of the Queen. And then she had let him take her, in full
view of the entire company.
And she had enjoyed itgods, how she had enjoyed it! She
had howled like a warg...
She could only be thankful that Eomer had not been there to see
She had publicly betrayed Faramir.
How could she have done it?
Well, she thought ruefully, that wine he gave me did
not help me say noI must ask him about that.
But, in truth, I would have done it without the wine. In truth,
I did it because the thought of watching him make love to someone
else was unbearable.
She had been sitting in her garden. It was late autumn, the
nights were beginning to close in, and it had really been too
cold to be outside in her thin gown, but she had been reluctant
to go back indoors to face Faramir and his 'secretary'.
Legolas had come looking for her.
"You are cold, hiril nín," he had said, and
had taken off his cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders.
They had sat together, in companionable silence, as the sky
had darkened and, one by one, lights had appeared all over the
city. The palace was brightly lit; a functionary had worked his
way around the courtyards lighting lamps, and had paused to light
two lanterns on the gates of her garden.
And still Eowyn could not move.
Then, softly, Legolas had begun to sing. The song was not
elven but human, in the common tongue, and its melody was haunting:
The water is wide, I cannot get o'er
And neither have I wings to fly
Oh give me a boat that will carry two
And both shall go, my true love and I.
I leaned my back up against an oak,
Thinking that he was a trusty tree.
But first he bent and then he broke,
So did my love prove false to me.
O love is handsome and love is fine,
And love is charming when it is true;
But when it is old, it groweth cold
And fades away like morning dew.
And, as his beautiful voice held the last note, Eowyn had
thought: He knows; he knows and he is being so kind. And she had
shiveredthough not from coldand Legolas had drawn
her close, to warm and comfort her, elven fashion.
And, suddenly, looking at the city lights that glittered like
a second sky, she had been happy. For the first time in years,
it seemed, she had been happy.
That glorious feeling, that happiness, was attached, in her heart
and her mind, to Legolas. After that night, the elf's presence,
even the mere thought of him, had been enough to make her happy.
And she had wanted to be with him, to be close to him, and to
make him happy, ever since. And when he had chosen her,
when he had run to her and taken her into his arms, and carried
her, like a new bride, into the centre of the threshing floor,
and kissed her as if he loved herloved herthen
she would have let him do anything he wanted.
I would have let him take me sprawled across Faramir's knees...
And he had been gentle and loving and passionate andwhen
he had sensed that she needed iteven a little cruel, for
the potion had continued to torment her for hours and her lovely
elf had done everything in his power to ease the pain. He had
been everything she had ever dreamed of.
She looked at him fondly.
Legolas was lying on his side, completely naked, pale skin glowing,
wayward strands of blond hair falling over his face. Some people
thought Legolas effeminateeven some that had seen him in
battle and should have known betterbut Eowyn could see nothing
effeminate about him. True, his beautiful face was hairless, but
elves did not have beards. His hair was long and soft and silken,
but Eowyn found that intensely erotic. And his body! Gods! She
had never seennor felt the effects ofmuscle like it.
Before Legolas, Eowyn had been intimate with two men, but neither
had aroused such aching desire in hereven before she had
drunk the potion.
She blushed. The moment she had unlaced his leggings and seen
him, she had had to touch himand she would have kissed him,
too, and taken him in her mouth, right there, had he not stopped
She smiled. He did not stop me later...
Eowyn stretched out her hand and stroked him gently, running
her fingers down his soft length. Immediately he began to harden,
his penis thickening from the root and rising across his belly.
Eowyn could wait no longer: she bent over, kissed him gently,
and took him into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm." Legolas murmured contentedly; then Eowyn
felt his hand in her hair. "I am sorry, melmenya," he
said. "Is it hurting again?"
Sadly, she could not keep him in her mouth and reply.
"No; no, I think the effects have worn off now. It is justI
just wanted..." But she stammered, for she had not the
courage to say to him, I love you, Legolas, I love you so much.
"We will need to talk, meleth nín," he said.
"Not now, but we will need to decide what we are going to
do, what is best for everyone"
"I want to stay here with you."
"Are you sure Eowyn? Will you really give up your husband
and your palace in North Ithilien, and court life in Gondor, and
come to Eryn Carantaur to live in a tree with a wood elf?"
"Do you want me?"
"Want you? Of course, melmenya. I have always wanted
"Then I will. I will stay."
"I will come with you to North Ithilien and we will talk
to Faramir togetherunless you want me to talk to him alone?"
Eowyn shook her head. "Very well then; we will come to an
agreement with Faramir, and then I shall bring you home."
Eowyn kissed his cheek. She liked the sound of 'home'.
Legolas gave her one of his most appealing, dimpled smiles. "Remind
me what you were doing when I woke up..."
Maranwë the scullery maid ran quickly down the main staircase.
She was late.
It was almost dawn, and she needed to heat up the water before
the serving ellith began clearing the banqueting hall. There
will be a lot of scrubbing to do today, she thought, as she
passed the banqueting hall.
A movement caught her eye, and she turned to look, and opened
her mouth to cry out, instinctively wanting to warn the victim,
thoughin truthshe had no liking for her, but
Intense pain burst across the back of her head and she fell to
Then another blow sent her into oblivion.
Dawn, breaking through the carantaur trees, was filtering into
the banqueting hall as four serving ellith, sent to clear the
table and lay out the breakfast food, carefully picked their way
through the sleeping guests.
Míriel looked longingly at the velvet-covered couple at
the centre of the threshing floor.
What would she not have given to spend a night with Lord Legolas?
But what chance had a serving elleth? Even the ellith who had
been chosen to attend the ceremony, daughters of important families,
had been disappointed, if the rumour she had heard in the kitchens
was truethat Lord Legolas had chosen a woman as his lady.
And then, they say, she thought proudly, he performed
the rite with exceptional vigour. Elleth or woman, she decided,
she is the luckiest lady in Middle-earth.
She crossed to the table and began clearing away the debris,
stacking the soiled plates ready to be carried back to the kitchen.
She was concentrating so deeply on the problem of moving the crockery
without waking any of the guests that she did not see the elleth
until she almost fell over her.
Míriel had never seen death before, but there was no mistaking
it nowshe could see the thin leather cord that had been
twisted round the elleth's throat, see the livid discoloration
of her face, see enough of her expression
Oh Valar! she thought, pressing her hands to her mouth
as she recognised the unfortunate victim.
And, immediately, she realised three things: that Lord Legolas
must be protected from seeing the body; that the elleth's death
must not be allowed to spoil the Harvest Ceremony; and that she,
therefore, must get help as quickly and discreetly as possible,
before the guests awoke.
So, lifting her full skirts, she ran as fast as she could to
the kitchens, where she knew she would find the Captain of the
"Where is Maranwë?" asked the Steward of the Household.
"She has not arrived this morning, Master Eö,"
said the cook. "And I am worried, for she is a conscientious
girl and not the sort to be late."
Eö sighed. His first concern was to ensure that the crockery
and silverware were cleaned, ready for the banquet that night.
"Feärwen," he called to one of the serving ellith.
"You will have to take Maranwë's place for now."
That settled, he decided to send someone to look for Maranwë.
Perhaps one of the palace guards, he thought, could
Eö's train of thought was broken by a commotion in the main
part of the kitchen. A very agitated serving ellethMírielwas
trying to persuade the Captain of the Palace Guard, who had been
taking his breakfast at the kitchen table, to follow her to the
Eö sighed again. What now? he wondered.