Legolas turned from the mirror and smiled.

The men Eowyn knew cared nothing for their appearance, dressing as befitted kings but happier when life allowed them to wear leather and mail.

Her elf had a weakness for fine clothes that touched Eowyn's heart.

...

She rolled onto her belly and, feet held aloft, slid down to her knees—I must look ridiculous!—crawled to Legolas’ clothes chest and opened it.

Perfect order!

She found his leaf-green sash, struggled back to the bed, and hid it under her pillow.

Will he miss it?

She grinned: No—not if I avoid wearing leaf green.