"LOOK at the stars! look, look up at the skies!
O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!
The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!"
"Do you want to eat now," he asked, "or later?"
Eowyn stretched out her arms.
He knelt before her and, with expert elven fingers, unhooked
her clasps, and unfastened her lacings, and removed her tunic
"My little flower," he whispered, shaking his
head at the sight of her; he pulled her close.
"NO," she squealed, "your buckles are cold!"
Laughing, Legolas leaned back and held his arms open, waiting
patiently as shewith less skilled handsremoved his
belt and jerkin, unfastened his silken tunic and pulled open its
skirts. "Oh!" she gaspedhis erection was very
visible in his leggings.
"Melmenya?" Legolas stretched out his hand and gently
stroked her cheek. "Surely you have not become shy, meleth
nín?" he chided softly.
"It is not shyness," she said, "it issometimes
I am afraid."
"When I first saw you, Legolas, at the Harvest Ceremony,
with your chest bare and your hair looseso beautiful and
strong and gracefulso wildI thought you looked
like a force of nature..."
But Eowyn shook her head. "It is exciting, that you are
so differentso elvenbut it scares me, too."
"Melmenya..." With one hand, he unlaced and pulled
open his leggings; then he took her hand and laid it on his penis,
gently closing her fingers around it. "I will never hurt
you, Eowyn nín."
"Oh, my love! I know that! I did not mean that! I meant...
I am just a woman, Legolas. And you... You are an elf..."
Tears ran down her cheeks.
"I am your husband."
"We are not married, my love."
He pulled her into his arms. "Look at the stars, melmenyalook."
He pointed to the clusters of light miraculously visible through
the curtain of moving water. "See how they shine? Eternal,
imperishable... See the one that shines brighter than the rest?
That is Eärendil, our most beloved star. Eärendil was
half elven, half mortalhe won, for the Peoples of Beleriand,
the mercy of the Valar, and now he sails the heavens, bearing
one of the Silmarils, as a sign of hope to all those oppressed
"He is beautiful," said Eowyn, with a sniff.
"Will you make a vow with me? Before Eärendil?"
"What sort of vow?"
"Will you vow to be mineonly minemy wife, Eowyn
nín? Will you accept my vow in return?"
Her tears were flowing unchecked now. She nodded, unable to speak.
Legolas took her hand and kissed it, tenderly. "Mîl
sui lotheg i edlothia an-uir, híril nín,"
he said. "Im hervenn chîn; no hervess nín."
"What do I say?" she whispered.
"What do you want to say, meleth nín?"
"I love youin elvish."
Legolas kissed her forehead. "Le annon veleth nín."
"Le annon veleth nín," she repeated,
slowly, taking great care over the pronunciation. "I want
to be your wife. Forever."
"Im hervess chîn; no hervenn nín."
"Im hervess chîn; no hervenn nín,"
she said, her eyes shining.
"An-uir," said Legolas.
"Ai, hervess nín!" Gently, he laid her
down on the bedroll.
"Ic þe lufu do, Legolas," said Eowyn,
in her own tongue. Then, reaching up and touching his face with
wonder, "I give you my love, forever."