He saved her, thought Legolas. I let her walk into
danger but he saved her.
Why did I let her come back alone? I should have stayed with
her. I should have made sure she was safe. I knew she was at risk!
I shall never let her out of my sight again.
But he saved her, thank the Valar!
He saved her and Aragorn revived her...
He leaned back against the carantaur tree, nursing his misery.
Eowyn has always admired rugged menmen like her brother.
And like Aragorn.
And Haldir is a rugged elf...
I have heard men call me girlishLego-lassand wonder
if I really do have male parts. Well I have, thank you; and fully
But am I really what Eowyn needs? After her life with Faramir?
Will she really stay with me when the Harvest Ceremony is over?
He felt her withdraw her hand from his, and he looked down in
fear. But she was smiling at him, and offering him her wax tablet.
He took it, and scanned the words. Her hand was firm and upright,
but not particularly neat; he read what she had written:
You look nice in leather breeches.
Dear Valar, instant erection! Well, if that is what she wants...
Very deliberately, he rubbed the words out with his thumb, leaned
down, and kissed her mouth.
Her hand took him completely by surprise.
"Valar, Eowyn!" he gasped.
And it did not stop there! Aggressive now, she pushed him onto
his back and straddled him, stroking her hands hard over his confined
penis, pressing down on his belly, making him want to come, right
there. Half-heartedly, he tried to pull awaytried to
regain controlbut she would have none of it. And
by the time she had unlaced his breeches and freed himstroked
him, kissed him, nuzzled andSweet Erunipped
himhe was trembling all over. All it took, then, was the
lightest of touches...
"Ahhhhh, melmenya," he gasped, "OH!"
And, like some primitive creature, ruled entirely by instinct,
he arched his back and camestream after stream of hot seed
erupting from deep in his groinwailing, "Melmenya!"
until his body convulsed in one final, gut-wrenching spasm, and
he emptied himself on her belly.
He sank back to the wooden floor, smiling.
Something sharp and searing touched his penis. "Agh!"
"Did I hurt you?" Her voice was a precious little croak.
"It is very sensitive, meleth nín, immediately afterwards."
"I am sorry..." Her voice cracked.
"Oh, no, my darling... Shhhhh, shhhhh." He wrapped
her in his arms. She thinks she has done something wrong, he
thought, when she could not have done anything more right.
The memory of her desire for himfor him (he grinned)
in leather breecheswas all he needed to banish his earlier
"Give me one more moment, melmenya," he said, taking
her hand and kissing her fingers. "And then I will make sure
that you are sorryvery sorry." He nuzzled her
ear. "I shall make you beg for mercy, melmenya. And I will
not stop until you have been severely punished." He placed
her hand on his now fully recovered penis, and pressed his lips
to her ear. "I will not stop punishing you, meleth
nín, no matter how hard you beg."