Legolas and Eowyn

She lifted his hand to her lips and kissed it.

“What was that for?” asked Legolas.

“Well..” Eowyn was silent for a moment. “It cannot be for believing in me when others do not, because Haldir has more faith in me than you do; and it cannot be for treating me as an equal, because you were about to send me home; and it cannot be for—”

“I am sorry I asked.”

She pushed herself up on her arms and grinned down at him. “It must be because I love you.”



He slid his hands down to her waist and, making good use of his elven strength, rolled her on top of him.



“You know what.” She grinned.


“Yes.” She giggled.

He raised his eyebrows.

She shook her head.

“Why not?”

She giggled again. “Maybe I do not want to.”


“Maybe I would prefer to sleep.” She laid her head on his chest. “But you would obviously prefer to do something else...”

“Little vixen!” He rolled her over onto her back, pushed aside the bed roll, rose to his knees and loomed over her.

“That,” said Eowyn, staring up at him, “is just not fair.”


“Because it shows you in a most advantageous light.”

“That was the intention.”

“Come here.”

“I may prefer to sleep.”

“Ha!” She reached up and stroked his long, thick shaft. Then she curled her hand around him—“Come here,”—pulled him down to her mouth, and sucked him, very, very softly.

“Valar!” Despite his awkward position, Legolas squirmed with pleasure.

Drawing him deeper, she sucked harder.

Oh...” He took his weight upon his hands and stretched his legs out wide, muscles taut, thrusting gently downwards, gritting his teeth to maintain some self control.

Eowyn grasped his thighs and sucked.

His hands curled into fists—a delicious pain had begun rippling through his testicles. He gazed down between his arms. Eowyn was moving rhythmically, concentrating on her task, her eyes tightly closed, and—




Some still-conscious part of his mind ordered him to withdraw and he came all over the rock above her head, moaning her name with each spasm, until he was empty.

Then he collapsed onto his side and reached for her, pulling her into his arms.

“A moment, melmenya,” he whispered, “just give me a moment...” He kissed her, tenderly. “And then I will find some way to reward you for that—my beautiful, wanton woman.”




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