Lord Fingolfin sighed. Should he be expressing these misgivings?
Even in his own private journal?
Legolas climbed the spiral stair to his garden; he desperately
needed a few minutes escape.
Lessiens words had done little to reassure him. In fact,
he was now entirely convinced that both his dreams and this afternoons
attack were warnings. Something is coming,
he thought. Something that will cause turmoil.
He walked to the edge of the garden flet, to the secluded corner
where, beneath the spreading boughs of one of the mighty carantaurs,
he had built a swing. There, he sat down and, despite his sense
of foreboding, suddenly smiled, reminded of the many hours of
uninhibited pleasure he had enjoyed there.
A carantaur acorn fell from the branches above, narrowly missing
his shoulder, and he watched it skip across the wooden boards...
Then a second acorn fell in his lap.
Legolas looked up.
A third acorn hit him squarely on the forehead. Ow!
His attacker was perching amongst the branches, knees drawn up
under her chin, like some woodland sprite, laughing merrily.
Legolas laughed back. Come down! he said.
If I have to, you will regret it.
She shook her lovely head. I have suffered your punishments
before, Legolas Greenleaf, and you do not scare me!
Suppose I were to offer you a reward for coming down?
What would that be?
The thing you like best...
Laughing wickedly now, she dropped gracefully to the floor. Legolas
shook his head; she had dressed herself exactly like himin
leggings and boots and a practical suede jerkinexcept...
Some elf-tormenting demon must have made the translucent leggings
and the knee-high bootsof softest leatherthat so closely
fitted her slender legs; and the dark lords own seamstress,
intent on robbing him of his immortality, must have created the
dark green jerkinof most supple suedethat hugged her
Legolas felt a familiar warmth spreading from deep in his groinquickening
both his body and his spirit. You are sunlight, he
And you, she said, are the fairest, the bravest,
the most famous elf in all of Middle-earth. And I love
you! She wrapped her arms around his neck. Do you
like me disguised as a wood elf?
Gently, Legolas took one of her hands, kissed it lightly, and
lowered it to the evidence.
Edhel daur! she giggled.
Legolas laughed, nuzzling her cheek. Would you like me
to give you your reward now, minx?
Eowyn walked Vanyasul right up to the door of the Palace stables.
The ride had helped revive her, and the sunshine had partially
dried her clothes, but she still needed one of the grooms to help
Are you new here? she asked.
No, my lady.
I do not think I have seen you before... She smiled
wearily, patting the horses neck. Take good care of
her for meshe has taken very good care of me today. I shall
be back to see her, and Brightstar, after supper.
Then she turned, and walked back to the main clearing, not noticing
the look of confusion that passed over the elfs face.
Oh yes... Legolas groaned, deep in his chest.
Oh. Sweet. Eru.
Kneeling between his open legs, a hand on each thigh, his lover
moved rhythmically, her sudden laughter sending teasing vibrations
down into his groin and provoking tell-tale ripples in his testicles.
Oh, ceryn Manwë, he cursed, grasping the ropes
and crushing them in his fists. Oh, you minx! And
he arched his back and let her greedy mouth finish its work.
Eowyn walked past the Banqueting Hall and, nodding to the unfamiliar
guards at the foot of the main staircase, began the slow climb
up to the Palace. Every step was exhaustingweighed down
as she was by her wet jerkin, and chafed by her damp leggings.
At the top of the stair she paused and looked out across the
Something about that, too, seemed slightly unfamiliar, but she
was too tired to decide exactly what. She dragged herself across
the walkway and pushed open the door of her home.
Hello, Galathil, she said to the guard, is
Lord Legolas still in his study?
Erno, my lady.
Do you know where he is?
No, my lady.
Eowyn had the distinct impression that Galathil was lying to
her. But that is ridiculous, she thought. Very well.
When you see him, tell him that I am home. She walked across
the lobby and pushed open the bedroom door.
No, my lady, hissed the young elf, noyou
cannotpleasethat is the Princes bed chamber...
But the door had already closed behind her.
Are you going home? murmured Legolas, gathering her
close, and kissing her temple.
I must, she said, her tone teasing. Father
is expecting me. He has guestsbusiness acquaintancesfrom
the south and he will want me to entertain them.
I am not sure I approve of the way your father uses you.
I am not sure Father would approve of the way you use me.
Legolas, whose concern had been quite serious, suddenly grinned.
But you love me.
He did not reply as she expected; instead, he gently caught her
chin, lifted it upwards, and gazed down at her, searching her
What? she asked, still smiling.
Shall I see you tomorrow?
Tomorrow? I do not know...
You like to keep me guessing.
I like to keep you interested, she said.
Eowyn took several handfuls of iârloth leaves and scattered
them into the bath, inhaling their sharp aroma and feeling its
cleansing glow travel through her body, driving out the last of
the cold from her limbs and lifting some of her exhaustion. If
ever I needed reviving herbs, she thought, it is now.
She stripped off her damp clothes and climbed into the scented
water, sinking back into its warmth with a sigh of relief.
Ah... That is better...
She picked up a cake of soap and began working it into lather.
Where can Legolas be? she wondered. He said that he
would be in his study all day, reading his fathers papers,
andOh gods! Has something else happened in Eryn Laeg? Has
Haldir sent for him?
The feeling of anxietyof somethings being not quite
rightthat had been haunting her since she had awoken beside
The Aelvorn suddenly overwhelmed her.
Was Legolas in danger?
Was she sensing it through their strange bond?
She must find out.
She must find out now!
She climbed from the bath, quickly dried herself, and reached
for her dressing robe.
It was not there.
She went into the bedroom and opened the wardrobe.
What is going on? Where are my clothes
The bedroom door opened behind her.
She turned, crying out in reliefLassui! Oh, Lassui!
I was so worried about you!and flew to him, arms outstretched.
Legolas pushed her away. Princess Eowyn, he said,
coldly, these are my private chambers.
Lassui? She stared up at his angry face. What
Please, he said, make yourself decent.
He pulled the coverlet from the bed and handed it to her, disdainfully
averting his eyes. And stop using that ridiculous nickname.
Eowyn clutched the fabric to her chest. Why are you acting
as though you hardly know me, LassLegolas? she asked,
staring at his rigid back. And where are my clothes?
Your clothes? He turned to face her. What are
you talking about?
My clothes are not in the wardrobe, she said, plaintively,
my robe is not in the bathing room. Where have you put them?
Why are you treating me like this?
The elf frowned, momentarily confused. Then he shouted, Galathil?
Galathil, come here!
Lassui! Eowyn hastily wrapped the coverlet around
her. I am not dressed.
That did not worry you a moment ago, said Legolas,
coldly. Galathil, why did you allow this woman to enter
my private chambers?
I could not stop her, my lord, said the nervous elf.
She acted as though she belonged here
I do belong here! cried Eowyn. I have
belonged here for almost a year! Have you forgotten how you chose
me at the Harvest Rite, Lassui? Have you forgotten the vows we
made behind the waterfall?Im hervess chin, no hervenn
nín. An-uir, she sobbed. Have you
forgotten the vows we made before your father?Gwedhithon
na, Legolas Thranduilion; le annon veleth nín!
The young guard gasped.
Leave us, Galathil, said Legolas, quietly. Leave
us now! He grabbed Eowyns arms. Very
wellyou have your wayI am listening. Now tell me what
you have done to me.
Done to you?
Tell me why I am dreaming of you at night? Tell me why
your face and your body haunt me? Tell me why some part of me
feels I am betraying you when I make love to my betrothed
The sudden bellow of anger, from the direction of the door, startled
both of them. Still holding Eowyn by the arms, Legolas whirled
But the bedchamber door was already swinging shut.
Alatáriël! he cried. Alatáriël!