Sometimes, said Legolas, it hurt
to see you.
Warm in her bedroll, covered with two elven cloaksher own
and hisEowyn lay beside him, her hand resting on his chest.
Did Gimli know? Aboutabout your feelings for me, I
He did, though we never spoke of you. Legolas smiled,
fondly. Gimli can be very thoughtful, melmenya. Who else
would have helped me build a garden for you?
The elf looked up from the winter-flowering êgvor he was
carefully staking out. My Lady! He smiled. I
did not expect you back so soon
He wiped hisalready
spotlesshands on a rag, rose gracefully, and greeted her
formally, hand on heart, head bowed.
It seems that Faramirs business in Minas Tirith will
take another two weeks, at least, said Eowyn. So I
decided to come home. Faramir has Berengar with him, andand
I wanted to see my garden. She held out her hand.
Then I must show it to youthough there is little
to see, as yetoh, my Lady, you are cold! Please, wear this.
He took off his elven cloak and draped it around her shoulders.
Eowyn smiled up at him. I am no delicate maiden, Master
ElfI have just ridden twenty miles through the early morning
mistbut it is chilly, here in the shade, so, thank
Legolas offered her his arm. I have particular instructions
to draw your attentionto draw everybodys attentionto
the heap of stones along the southern wall. It is, apparently,
a work of genius.
It is going to be an artificial stream, said Eowyn,
So I have heard. The elf raised an eyebrow.
Eowyn laughed. YesGimli is very proud of it.
They stood beside the dwarfs constructiona long, narrow,
sloping channel, neatly built from blocks of square-cut granite,
capped with tastefully arranged banks of delicately-coloured
It will look pretty when those are wet, said Eowyn.
Gimli wants me to plant ferns between themhe has
seen something like it in my fathers palacethough
this, he assures me, is far more sophisticated than anything
an elf could have devised.
Eowyn scanned the courtyard walls. Where will all the water
It will use only a small amount of water, stored in a cistern
hidden underneaththe water will circulatebut you will
have to ask Gimli how that will work, I am afraid.
Show me the trees, said Eowyn, smiling.
At the centre of the courtyard, where the light was almost constantwith
Gimli's helpLegolas had removed the paving stones, freeing
the rich earth beneath, and planted a grove of young trees, and
flowering shrubs. Do you like them? he asked.
They are beautiful.
This one, said Legolas, stroking a slender trunk,
is a cherry tree. In early spring its boughs will be all
but hidden by pink blossomsthe petals will rain down upon
this benchand when the tree grows a little older, it will
give you cherries
Gently, Eowyn took hold of one of the delicate branches and looked
closely at its leaves. Can they really thrive, she
asked, I mean, hereamongst all this stone?
They were nervous, at first. But when I described the joy
that they would bring to their lady, they said that they
They spoke to you? She frowned, searching his face
for the truth.
All living things have a voice, said Legolas, and
love to tell their tales. Does your horse not speak to you?
No, said Eowyn, shaking her head. No, he does
not. OhI know when he is scared or angry, when he is happy,
too; but no. I speak to him, and I am sure that he understands
mebeyond the simple commands he has been taught, I mean.
But he does not speak to me. I wish he could
Perhaps, said Legolas, it is just a matter
of learning. It was the elves who taught the trees to speak.
How strange, said Eowyn. Then she added, shyly, Could
you teach me to speak to Brightstar?
Legolas laughed. One day, perhaps. Butgive me your
hand. Now place the other on the tree trunk. (It may help to close
your eyes). Then he spoke in what, to Eowyn, sounded like
Elvish, though she did not recognise any of the few words she
knewand the tree
She pulled her hands away, and stared at the elf, open-mouthed.
My Lady! What is it?
I saw it, she whispered. Heard itwhat
the tree was thinkingor what you
She took a
few steps backwards. I must go insideI have things
to do. Urgent things
Now it was the elf who looked surprisedand worried, she
thoughtbut he recovered quickly, placing his hand upon his
heart and bowing his head. Of course, my Lady. Good day.
It was a beautiful garden, said Eowyn, snuggling
It was our garden, melmenya. Yours and mine. I used
to sit beneath the cherry tree and imagine
Weaving blossoms in my hair, and making love to me.
Legolas gasped. How do you know that?
Because the tree told me, she replied. In vivid
Eowyn, stretching luxuriously, caught
sight of him, standing in the shadow of the trees. Prince
Legolas! How long have I been asleep?
The elf smiled. It is late afternoon, my Lady,
he said. It will soon be time to go inside. He stepped
forward, and crouched beside her. You have blossom in your
hair, nafain. And he stretched out his long, slender hand
and brushed the flowers away
Then his fingers slid downwards, in a gentle caress, and rested
on her bosom.
Smiling, Eowyn rose up, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
You are like a tree spirit, he whispered.
They kissed, slowly, Legolas pulling her close, so that she
could feel him, hard against her belly. Make love to me,
He nuzzled her neck, and she felt his hands move again, turning
her over, and raising her skirts; and she set her palms on the
stone bench and felt his lean, hard thighs push her legs apart,
and his penis press eagerly against her sensitive fleshOh,
Legolas!until it found its home, and he buried
himself inside her.
Then, bending in close, and brushing his lips across her earYou
must be quiet, he warnedhe smiled against her neck,
and she moaned as he seemed to be withdrawing from her; but then
he thrust in again, hard and deep, and she shuddered with delight,
her hands gripping the carved stone
And then his rhythm grew fast and insistent, and she had no
choice but to tell the whole world how wonderful it was.
Am I forgiven? whispered Legolas, sinking into her
For telling the trees how you would pleasure me?
She stroked his hair. I am not sure that I can ever
forgive you for that. (With his face in her bosom, he could
not see her broad smile). At the time, she said, I
thought I must be seeing my own wishful thinking. You always seemed
I began to think that I had only imagined your trying
to seduce me at EdorasI began to agree with the people who
said that you were effeminate
You were married, melmenya! I was just being respectful
Eowyn burst out laughing. No one, she said, hugging
him tightly, could possibly be less effeminate than you.
She slid her hand between their bodies, and moved it, up and down,
slowly at first, then fasterand harder.
And Legolas, though he had made love to her only moments earlier,
closed his eyesa serene smile on his beautiful faceand
waited, patiently, until his hips suddenly jerked, and he cried
Oh yes, melmenya! YES!