Legolas and Eowyn

Legolas groaned with pleasure.

Eowyn's body was soft and warm, and gloriously wet, and—after a few thrusts—he was already on the brink. He grasped the bed sheet in both hands. "Gods, melmenya," he moaned, willing his orgasm away, "I must rest for a moment..."

Eowyn giggled happily. "But you have only just begun," she teased.

"You love," he panted, "undoing me like this."

She shook her head innocently, then suddenly tightened her muscles, squeezing him mercilessly.

"Elbereth GILTHONIEL!" cried Legolas and his body convulsed violently as he exploded inside her. "Gods," he gasped, trembling in her arms, "I am going to make you pay for that. I am going to make sure that you never do that to me again!"

"You can try," said Eowyn, "but you will never stop me—I can do whatever I want with you."

Legolas pushed himself up on shaky arms and looked down at her. "You think you can undo me again?"

"I know I can," she replied.


Shortly after dawn, Berkin summoned Silrim.

The landlord arrived carrying a heavy metal box, which he laid on the bed. "Here it is sir," he said, "just as Master Olemi left it."

"Thank you, Silrim," said Berkin. "You have been very helpful and I will settle my account with you when we leave. But my friends and I have one last service to ask of you. We need to enter the Citadel unseen. And I have heard that there is a system of tunnels running up the Hill of Guard..."

Silrim looked uncomfortable.

"I would pay very well for an introduction to someone who could show us the way."

"How well?" asked Silrim.

"I do not know what the going rate would be, Master Silrim."

"Five hundred gold pieces," said Silrim.

Eomer gasped.

"Very well," said Berkin, calmly. "Arrange it for us."

The landlord bowed. "It will take me about an hour, sir," he said.

"Perfect," said Berkin. "In the meantime, can you arrange some breakfast for us?"

"Of course, sir." The landlord bowed again and left.


His thrusts were just how she liked them—rough but perfectly aimed—and she was soon feeling the first faint suggestions of release. Eowyn wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up off the bed, changing the angle of his penetration to give herself more time.

In response, Legolas grasped her waist, came up on his knees, and lifted her onto his lap, using his hands to make her ride him.

Oh! Deliciously impaled and delirious with pleasure, Eowyn arched her back and pushed herself down harder on his shaft. She moaned in ecstasy, her hips gyrating, as her whole body tingled with anticipation—gods, she was close—

Too close! she thought, Too close! I am about to lose.

She concentrated on Legolas, clasping his head against her breasts and gently caressing his ears and scalp with the very tips of her fingernails, until she had him sobbing on her bosom like an elfling. Oh yes! she thought, Oh yes, my darling! Come for me! And the moment she felt his orgasm begin she slid off him and, grasping him gently, she watched the streams of seed erupt from him. "Oh, my love," she whispered, "you are so beautiful!" And she leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on his moist, dark flesh.


Berkin slipped his hand down his ragged breeches and, grinning at Gimli, removed a small key. "Not the most comfortable place in the world to keep something hidden." He unlocked the metal box and opened it.

"By Aulë!" cried Gimli.

The box was completely filled with small leather pouches.

"Coins and jewellery," said Berkin. "Part of my father's fortune."

"Where is the rest?" asked Eomer.

"With Lord Olivan," said Berkin. "It is safer with him, but difficult to access, so I have always kept a small amount here, where Olemi could get at it whenever we needed it." He smiled. "My uncle spent the last twelve years trying to make me tell him where the money was. But I knew that my life depended on his not knowing. He wanted this, and he wanted me to marry Lëonórwyn. After that, I could die... Now, there are eighteen hundred gold pieces in here, and various items of jewellery, so we should be fine."

"I will repay you when we reach the Citadel," said Eomer, uncomfortably.

"Certainly not, your Majesty," said Berkin. "I would not be here if it were not for you—and Gimli and Haldir—so allow me to do what I can to repay you." He smiled. "Money is nothing compared to freedom!"


Eowyn sighed—she had won the contest but now she was desperately aroused and the elf in her arms was exhausted. She slipped her hand between her thighs and, burying her face in Legolas' hair, she tried to pleasure herself.

"Oh," she complained, softly. It was not working.

Legolas raised his head and looked down at her hand.

"I am sorry, melmenya," he whispered. "Beautiful, bewitching melmenya."

He took her hand and brought it briefly to his lips, then he replaced her fingers with his own, gently circling her sensitive flesh with light, delicate touches.

"Oh, Legolas," she whimpered, "inside me, please..."

"Shhhhh"—he kissed her tenderly—"trust me." Without removing his hand, he slowly kissed his way down her body, gently parted her legs, and began lapping at the swollen bud of her flesh with his tongue.

"Oh!" Eowyn's body arched with pleasure.

Legolas took her into his mouth and sucked gently.

"OH!" Eowyn stared in surprise as the whole of Middle-earth suddenly exploded in a shower of stars and someone, caught at the centre of the storm, screamed.

Then the world disappeared altogether.


"This is Master Olodan," said Silrim. "His fee is another five hundred."

Berkin nodded, solemnly. "Thank you, Silrim." He turned to the other man. "We need to use an entrance that is close by—we cannot risk going out into Rath Amrûn. And we want to leave the caves in or near the Citadel. I will pay half your fee now and half when we arrive."

"Very well, sir," said Olodan. He paused for a moment, looking at Eomer and Haldir, who had carefully shrouded themselves in dark cloaks, then added, "It is no business of mine what you intend up there but I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't advise you to wait until nightfall. The way into the Citadel is well concealed but, once you are out in the open, the whole place is guarded better than a young maiden's muff. You will have far more freedom in the dark."

"Thank you for your good advice, Master Olodan," said Berkin. "But I'm afraid we cannot wait that long."



It took Eowyn a moment to understand why Legolas looked so worried. "I swooned," she said.

"I shall send for Dínendal."

"No," said Eowyn. She reached for him, smiling contentedly, "No, my love, it is not something to trouble a healer with. It is normal."


"Well, perhaps not quite normal. Hold me, Legolas."

He scooped her up in his arms.

"I have heard other women talk about it," she whispered, laying her head on his shoulder. "They call it 'the little death'. It is just a very intense completion." She lifted her head and kissed him. "Thank you, my darling."


"There are four men in the street," said Haldir, "and I would wager there are more of them, out of sight, perhaps watching the alley from the roofs."

Olodan curbed his natural curiosity. "The entrance we will use is behind the locksmith's, four doors down," he said. "We can get there by going through the back yards of the houses if you don't mind a bit of climbing."

Gimli looked at Berkin. "I will manage," said the boy. "Let us go!"


Legolas closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on maintaining his rhythm, but the knocking was growing more insistent.

"Go away," he shouted.

"I have a message, Prince Legolas, from his Majesty, King Elessar."

Legolas swore. "Wait there then!" he shouted. "And please do not disturb me again!"

He raised himself up on his hands and thrust harder. "Come for me, melmenya," he whispered. "I know you are close. Come for me now. I cannot hold on much longer, my love..."

Eowyn writhed beneath him, desperately chasing her release. "I cannot..."

"Yes, you can, meleth nín, you can—oh"—he was forced to pause for a moment, hovering over her—"you can," he gasped, "you can..."

Clenching his teeth, he lifted her up from the bed, slid his hands down her body, grasped her buttocks and, squeezing them firmly, pulled her down hard against his pelvis.

Eowyn wailed.

"Yes, melmenya! That is it!" He cried out in relief. "Yes, I can feel you! Oh Valar, Eowyn nín, I can feel you!"


The entrance to the caves was concealed inside a small wooden shed built against the hill.

As they waited for Olodan to clear the camouflage from the door, Haldir took Gimli aside. "Berkin is brave and determined, but he is already exhausted. I can carry him," he said, "if you can persuade him to let me—he seems to look up to you."

Gimli nodded. "Lad," he said, quietly, to Berkin. "You are doing very well, but we need to move quicker."

"I know," said Berkin. "I will try harder."

"Let me carry you," said Gimli.

"I am far too tall!"

"Then let Haldir carry you," said Gimli. "He is a great big fellow and, though they may look fragile, elves are almost as strong as dwarves."

Berkin hesitated. "Do you think he would?"

"He has already offered," said Gimli.

Berkin grinned at Gimli. Then he turned to Haldir. "Thank you," he said. "It is not how I had dreamed of escaping but I would be grateful for some help."

"Come, gentlemen," said Olodan, opening the door at last. "Follow me."

He led them into a squarish stone chamber, lit with torches, then closed the door behind them. "Stay close to me and do not leave the path I use," he said, taking one of the torches from the wall. "You would not get lost forever, because there are many ways in and out, but you could easily stray into a place that is—shall we say—dangerous territory..."

"What are we going to tell Aragorn about all this?" Eomer asked Gimli, softly.

"I have been wondering that myself," said Gimli.

Haldir lifted Berkin over his shoulder and they all began the long, slow climb up to the Citadel.


"Good morning," said Aragorn, "I am sorry to have disturbed you so early, Legolas."

"Eomer did not return?" asked Eowyn, anxiously.

"No," said Aragorn. "Here, sit down, you both look exhausted. Let me get you a drink." He poured three glasses of spiced wine. "Last night, Captain Berctuald searched Berodin's house. He found clear evidence that Eomer, Gimli and Haldir had escaped, taking Berkin with them. Master Dínendal arrived here shortly after you did. But the others are still missing."

"Do you think..." began Eowyn, softly.

"I am sure they are still alive, Eowyn," said Aragorn. "But, for some reason, they were unable to return to the Citadel. The question is, where could they be hiding?"

Legolas thought for a moment. "The Golden Goose," he said.

"Of course," said Eowyn. "It is near to Berodin's house—and it is the only place they know."

"And Gimli has become quite friendly with the landlord," added Legolas. "I will go down there and look for them—"

"No you will not!"


"You have only just recovered from a severe beating," said Eowyn

"Eowyn is right," said Aragorn "I will send Berctuald. He is a good man—he will find them. In the meantime, Legolas, I suggest you get some rest."


They had been climbing, for what seemed like hours, through a series of strange, square rooms, joined by transverse passages and steep, narrow staircases. Gimli had remarked several times that to call these featureless dungeons 'caves' was a travesty.

"How much further?" asked Eomer.

"Just another two staircases," said Olodan. "We are nearly there."

"It is hard work."

Olodan nodded. "The stairs are not easy. The passages are narrow and the torches use up the air. It makes the heart beat faster. The lad would have taken days to climb them by himself."


"But I am used to them."

"What do you do?" asked Eomer, curiously. "What do you use the stairs for?"

"Ah," said Olodan. "I suppose you could call me a courier."

"I imagine you avoid paying excise by moving things around the city this way?" said Eomer.

"I avoid all manner of things," replied Olodan.

They reached the top of the stairs and stepped out into a level passageway, penetrating further into the hill, with heavy doors either side, some of them locked. "We are on the sixth level," said Olodan. "Through there"—he pointed to one of the doors—"is the Live and Let Live. The tavern is open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, and sells many things besides ale and whores. The customers pay well for their—er—pleasures."

"It really is another world," said Berkin, awe-struck. "An under-world. Though it is quite hard to appreciate it fully when you are hanging upside down."

"Have you ever considered turning to crime?" asked Haldir.

"Why do you ask that?"

"You attempt things that other people would assume were impossible, and you have an uncanny ability to anticipate the actions of others even though you have relatively little experience of life. It strikes me that you would do very well at it."

"Thank you," said Berkin, "I think. But there is already more than enough crime in my family."


"I cannot just sit here waiting, melmenya. Not whilst Gimli is in danger."

"I know," said Eowyn, snuggling close, "but I do not want you to go." Legolas hugged her. "We could both go..."

"No, melmenya."

"Yes! Yes—that is the answer. We will both go together. Go out onto the balcony. Go on!"


"So that I can change."

"Since when have you been shy about undressing in front of me, melmenya?"

"Since it took Aragorn's messenger an hour to drag us out of bed this morning," said Eowyn. "We cannot control ourselves. Go outside."


They started up the final staircase, a long, curving passage running so close to the surface that, here and there, they could see pinpoints of light where fissures in the rock opened to the outside.

"We are inside the Great Prow," said Olodan. "Not long now. From here, you need to be silent."

Moments later, the stairs ended in a gently sloping passage. Olodan stopped before a small wooden door bound with iron reinforcements. "Put out the torches," he whispered. He waited until it was dark then slid back a tiny panel and peered outside. Once convinced it was clear, he carefully opened the door, moving it slowly to avoid making any noise, and they stepped out into a small potting shed.

"By the gods," said Gimli softly, "for the last few hundred yards we were inside the thickness of the palace wall, and now we are in the corner of the Queen's garden. Those are Legolas' beloved fanglas cuttings."

"I will not go any further," said Olodan. "You must be careful. Once you leave this shed you are on your own—when I close the door you cannot come back into the caves. The courtyard is overlooked on all four sides. There is a single way out, in the centre of the wall opposite. It gives on to the main east-west corridor of the palace. Now, I believe you owe me a further two hundred and fifty, young master."

"Of course," said Berkin, handing him a money pouch. "And thank you, Master Olodan."

The man bowed, stepped back into the cave, and closed the door. Once he was safely locked in, Gimli opened the potting shed door and stepped out into the garden.

"Gimli!" cried a familiar voice from the balcony opposite. "Gimli! What are you doing there, elvellon?"


The evidence that Berkin provided, supported by the testimonies of the assassin and of the father of the kidnapped boy, was enough to condemn Lord Berodin. That same afternoon, Aragorn sent the Gondorian Guard down to Rath Amrûn to arrest the entire household. Olemi and Admant were immediately set free.

There was no sign of the kidnapped boy but, with Berkin's help, two of the servants—Osuald and Ricbert, Berodin's accomplices in crime—were persuaded to betray their master.

Over the following day, they revealed an extensive network of thieves, smugglers and murderers, all working for Berodin. By nightfall, the Gondorian Guard had arrested a further fifteen men and six women, and had found the boy unharmed.


After careful consideration, Gimli and Eomer had decided to keep most of what they had learned about the Minas Tirith underworld to themselves. The day after their escape, however, Gimli quietly made his way to the Queen's garden, and began making a few important modifications to the end wall of the potting shed.

"Gimli," said a soft voice, behind him.

Gimli put down his hammer and turned. "Yes lad?"

"Do you have much experience of women?" asked Berkin.

"A little," said Gimli, thinking of Esmarë. "Why do you ask?"

Berkin stepped inside the shed, closed the door behind him, and lowered his voice still further. "Lëonórwyn and I are married," he said, "but we have not—er—you know..."

"There still is plenty of time for that, lad."

"Yes. But the thing is... The thing is, Gimli, that I do not know what to do. I mean—I have read the books. But they are not—not very explicit. And I do not know whether Lëonórwyn would have married me if she had had a choice. I do not know if she likes me."

"She likes you lad. She makes that very clear."

Gimli thought for a moment. He had never expected to have to talk to a young human about... the birds and the bees.

"Well," he said, clearing his throat, "sit down." He pointed to a wooden box. Berkin sat.

"Now... As you know, the male organ of pleasure—assuming that men are broadly the same as dwarves—is on the outside, for all to see." Berkin nodded. "But the female—um—equivalent is secret, hidden away, like a precious gem."

"Where is it?" asked Berkin.

"Well—pretty much where yours is, lad, but very small and delicate."

Gimli thought for a moment, "Start off by exploring the landscape—gently, with your fingertips and, even better, with your tongue—get to know its landmarks. Then, when you are ready—both ready—to"—he inclined his head—"delve for the treasure, remember what you have already learnt about the layout of the mine—"


A large bonfire had been built in the courtyard of the King's House and the guests were taking turns to cast their Yule Wreaths into the flames.

"What are you going to wish, melmenya?" asked Legolas.

"Legolas! You know it is supposed to be secret."

"Well, I will wish..." He leaned towards her, and whispered in her ear.

Eowyn eyes widened and she laughed. "You wicked elf! I can promise you that that will never happen!" Then she raised herself on tiptoe to whisper back, "How would I stroke your ears if my wrists were chained to the bedposts?"

She grinned at the look on Legolas' face, but then her own expression became serious. "Do you think we will ever have any time alone, Legolas? Do you remember, when we were first together, how we travelled to Caras Arnen to talk to Faramir—we rode by day and slept in the trees by night, just the two of us? And then we spent the night under the waterfall?"

"Yes," said Legolas.

"Since then, we seem always to have been with others, snatching moments together and feeling guilty about it."

"You were upset when we were interrupted the other day."

"Embarrassed," said Eowyn. "It is different at home. Elves are more tactful."

"We will soon be home, melmenya. Is that what you are going to wish?"

"It will be one of many wishes," said Eowyn.

Legolas squeezed her hand. "Come," he said, "it is our turn." They walked towards the bonfire, holding their Yule Wreath between them.

"Make your wish!" said Legolas.

For a moment, they both bowed their heads and closed their eyes.

"Ready?" asked Legolas.

Eowyn nodded and, together, they threw the wreath into the fire. The dry leaves curled in the heat, then flared brightly, and their light and smoke bore the couple's hopes and resolutions upwards towards the stars.



The final feast of Yuletide was bittersweet, since the friends of the Ring knew that it was the last time they would be together for many months.

Eowyn watched her friends with interest.

Aragorn and Arwen were talking happily—clearly still very much in love; Faramir and his secretary were sharing a quiet moment; Gimli was talking earnestly with Esmarë; Eomer and Lothiriel appeared to be arguing; the March Warden was sitting by himself and seemed quite despondent...

Senta and Florestan were dancing.

And Berkin and Lëonórwyn had grown more comfortable in each other's company.

Eowyn smiled. Berkin was not at all what she had expected. He was tall—as tall as Legolas—and thin—Half-starved, she thought, but Lëonórwyn will soon put that right—and, though unsteady on his feet, he was surprisingly graceful, with a handsome, intelligent face, enhanced by a faint beard and moustache, and a thick mane of black curls. I can see why Lëonórwyn was willing to marry him.

She turned to look at Legolas. I can only hope that they will be as happy as we are, she thought. And, smiling, she held out her goblet of wassail to her beloved elf.

"Westu Legolas hál!" she said.


"Oh Norin—Gimli!—I have such good news!"

Gimli smiled up at Esmarë. "Sit down, lass, and tell me all about it."

"The Queen has said that I can stay here! I will be one of her ladies, tending the flowers in her garden!"

"That is good news," said Gimli. He took her hand and stroked it, gently. Then he said, hesitantly, "But do you think you will be able to cope with being a servant, lass?"

"What was I before Norin?" she answered, smiling. "A slave to any man who chose to pay! Oh, it will not be easy—I know that—but it will be a good, respectable life. And it is what I want."

"Then I am very happy for you, lass."

"I owe it all to you, Norin. Thank you." She leaned forward, and kissed the dwarf's forehead.


"That is a very fine-looking gown, Eowyn," said Eomer, "a very nice blue. And the bodice is...." He waved his hands.

"Thank you, Eomer, it was a surprise gift from Legolas."

Eomer nodded and sat down beside the elf. "I have been summoned to Eryn Lasgalen," he said, quietly, "by your father. Since Celeborn sailed West, he has been concerned about the isolation of East Lorien. He wants some sort of alliance—to keep the Beornings in their place. It seems that we must negotiate it face-to-face." He shook his head. "I have heard that your father drives a hard bargain."

Legolas nodded. "His reputation is well deserved. When are you going?"

"I have suggested waiting until the middle of Gwaeron, after the branding season."

"Eowyn and I had planned to visit my father soon. If you have no objections, I would like our stay to coincide with yours. My business with him is—well, let us just say that I think you will find that you have an interest in it too."


"My lady, would you care to dance?"

Eowyn glanced at Legolas; he was still deep in conversation with Eomer.

"I am not a good dancer, March Warden," she said.

"Nor am I," said Haldir. He held out his hand. Eowyn hesitated for a moment, but then she rose, and let him lead her out onto the dance floor.

"I have not thanked you," she said, as they wove, hand-in-hand, the length of the hall, "for going to Lord Berodin's house to rescue Legolas."

Haldir bowed his head. "It was nothing, my lady."

They turned, changing hands, and began working their way back between the other couples.

"It was very loyal of you to risk your life for him."

She curtseyed and he bowed.

"I did it for you," he said. "I thought only of you."

Something in his voice made Eowyn stop dancing and stare at him.

"You were so distressed..."

People were beginning to stare at them; Haldir pulled her gently to the side of the dance floor. "I would do anything for you, my lady. I—"

"Please do not say it."


"You have had too much to drink March Warden. But think carefully—if you say it, nothing can ever be the same again. If you say it, you and I can never be friends again."

A look of intense pain flickered across Haldir's face. Then he squared his shoulders and became, once more, the haughty March Warden of Eryn Carantaur. "If that is the case, I will not say it, my lady, for your friendship means more to me than anything else I possess."

He led her back to her seat and, with a brief bow, walked away.


"Are you all right, melmenya?"

Eowyn looked into his eyes. "I love you," she said. "I could never love anyone else."

Legolas wrapped an arm around her. "I feared this would happen," he said. "Do you want me to speak to him?"


"Can you live with it?"

"I will have to." She looked up at him. "You do trust me?"

"Of course, melmenya."

"I am very fond of him."

"That is why it hurts."

"You are a very special elf."

Legolas smiled. "I have always thought so. And handsome with it."

Taken by surprise, Eowyn laughed. "And conceited, too," she said. She stroked his face. "But very handsome. And very, very special."

Across the hall, Elrohir and Elladan were singing a bawdy song.

"I have a gentle cock,
Descended from the great,
His comb's red coral,
His tail is of jet.
His eyes are of crystal,
Set all in amber.
And every night he perches him
In my lady's

Legolas and Eowyn grinned at each other. "Are you ready for bed, melmenya?" Legolas asked. "We have a long journey ahead of us tomorrow."


The End



Contents page

Contents page

Previous chapter: Revelations
Gimli uses his axe.

Chapter 11

Yuletide tales
Legolas, Eowyn and their friends tell some Yuletide tales…

Extra scene

Extra scene: The arrangement
Legolas keeps a promise.

Extra scene

Extra scene: Eowyn gets herself into big trouble!
An incident on the journey home.

Extra scene

The Yule Wreath.


The caves of Nottingham.