The water was warm and deep. Eowyn watched him add a few handfuls
of scented leaves.
Iârloth, he said, smiling, to
You have had a very strenuous time, melmenya.
Eowyn laughed. That is the truth! She pulled at the
sash of her robe, unravelling the bow, and let the fabric fall
Oh, melmenya... He slipped his hand inside
the silk and slowly brushed his fingers over her waist and upwards,
stroking his way to her breast; then, holding her in his hand,
he kissed her, gently sucking her nipple into his mouth.
Ahhh... Eowyn wrapped her arms around his
shoulders, pulling him closer. He shifted in her embrace, kissing
the silky cleft between her breasts.
Eowyns body was on fire; she could feel his hardness pressing
into her belly and she rubbed herself against it.
Mmmmm, he raised his head. Let us get into
the water, melmenya, before this goes too far. He slid the
robe from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Valar,
he whispered, you are like blossom on a spring morning.
He held her hand and steadied her as she stepped into the bath
and sat down.
Then Eowyn watched him climb in beside her, admiring his long,
muscular legs, his slender hips, his taut belly, and the unexpected
bulk of his erection. Gods, he is big, she thought; and,
remembering the feel of him inside her, she squeezed her muscles
tight, and stretched out her hand to stroke him.
Melmenya! he cried, startled by her touch.
She pulled her hand away. I am sorry...
Legolas laughed. You are a wanton woman, Eowyn nín,
he said, taking her in his arms and kissing the offending fingers.
A wonderful, beautiful, wanton woman, and I bless the Valar
for giving you to me. He nuzzled her neck. Will you
do something for me, melmenya? Something very intimate?
Of course. Anything, she whispered.
Will you wash my hair?