Theodred had laughed at such nonsense.
And Faramir, though an attentive husbandat least in those
early dayshad never bothered.
Eowyn sighed. Why should Legolas be any different?
Come, melmenya, he said, rising from the breakfast
Where are we going?
The glade where the craftsmen-elves had their workshops was still
filled with morning mist, but Master Nolofinwë was waiting
It is ready, my lord, he said. The finest I
have ever forged.
Legolas drew the graceful blade from its scabbard and carefully
tested its balance. Perfect, he said. Happy
Sweethearts Day, melmenya.
He arched his back and, suddenly turning his head aside, growled,
deep in his throat.
Eowyn, between his legs, waited until his body had relaxed; then
she came up on her knees and, wrapping her arms around his neck,
kissed his mouth, whispering, That much, Lassui.