Legolas shifted in his bed, in the room he shared with Aragorn and Gimli.
What was that sound? Was it singing?
He sat up and found Eowyn sitting next to his bed, singing softly as she did embroidery.
"Legolas," she put the needlework down and smiled softly. "How was your sleep?"
"Fine," Legolas replied, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. "Why are you here?"
"I was waiting for you to get up," Eowyn replied. "We need to talk, my love."
Legolas inwardly cringed. She was calling him 'my love' already? He had no wanting for this sort of commitment. "Yes, Eowyn. What is it?"
"First of all," Eowyn stood up and began to pace around the room. "Are you aware that Aragorn is leaving for Gondor on the morrow?"
"No," Legolas looked concerned. "Aragorn is leaving?"
"Yes," Eowyn looked at him sharply. "Will you be departing with him? He says it is your choice."
"Yes," Legolas answered immediately, maybe too quickly. "Of course I will. I am not yet ready to part different ways with such a dear friend."
Eowyn tilted her head and looked at Legolas through narrowed eyes, a sarcastic look on her face. "And you're ready to part a woman who you made love to but several nights ago? I am very surprised, Legolas. Indeed I am."
"That's not true," Legolas stammered nervously. "But I have a duty as one of the members of the fellowship."
"And you do not have a duty to me, your future wife?" Eowyn hissed. "You are not going, Legolas. I don't know why I even bothered to ask you."
"Eowyn!" Legolas cried, grabbing her pale, delicate hand, which was the exact opposite of her personality. "You can't do this! You have no right to make my decisions for me!"
"You have no right to leave me!" Eowyn retorted fiercely. "I may be pregnant for all we know! What would happen if you died?" Tears suddenly appeared in Eowyn's eyes. "What would happen if you died?" she repeated, her voice catching.
Legolas let go of her hand and it fell limply to her side. "Eowyn." he murmured. "I am sorry."
"No," Eowyn wiped tears away from her eyes. "Fine. Just go and leave me here. Let me become an illegitimate mother, a disgrace to my Rohan.and my uncle. I can't believe I thought I loved you."
"You still love me!" Legolas cried. "At least, I still love you!"
Eowyn, who had been walking to the door, slowly turned around. "What did you say?"
Legolas paused, uncertain, feeling the beads of sweat form on his brow. "I said I love you."
Eowyn closed her blue eyes briefly and then fluttered them open. "I love you, Legolas," she murmured softly, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Legolas ran to Eowyn and swept her mouth up in a passionate kiss, cupping her face in his hands. She kissed him back fiercely, tears still pouring down her cheeks; she could taste the salty wetness of them.
Then wordlessly, still kissing her, Legolas picked Eowyn up and placed her gently on the bed.
*~*
"Adar," Arwen stood in front of her father's desk in his study. "I want to go to Rohan. I need to speak with Legolas and Aragorn."
"Daughter, you must be mad," Elrond stared at Arwen in disbelief. "I believe the Rohirrim have just engaged in battle with the Forces of Mordor. My messenger tells me so, at least."
"I do not care," Arwen gripped the desk with her hands, her nails pressed firmly against the carved wood. "I want to go!" this last sentence was shouted so loudly that it echoed all over Rivendell.
Elrond patted Arwen's hand kindly. "Yes, Arwen. I understand you want to go. I will get a carriage ready for you and an escort. Go pack your things."
*~*
An hour later, Arwen was sitting in her gold-embossed carriage, a small army of soldiers following her.
She was on her way to Helm's Deep to finally see Aragorn and Legolas face- to-face.
It would prove to be interesting.
*~*
Aragorn tried to push open his bedroom door but it wouldn't budge. Obviously it was locked.
"Legolas? Gimli?" Aragorn called. "It is Aragorn."
He waited, nobody opened the door. All he could hear was strange moans of some kind.
"Legolas! Gimli!" Aragorn yelled. "Open the door!"
*~*
Legolas and Eowyn froze.
"It's Aragorn," Legolas whispered to Eowyn. "I need to answer the door." Legolas then raised his voice. "Aragorn! I am coming!"
Legolas reached around the bed for his hurriedly thrown off clothes and fumbled to get them back on. "Eowyn," he whispered. "Hide in the wardrobe."
"Hurry up, Legolas!" Aragorn called impatiently. "I don't have all day!"
"Yes, I'm coming!" Legolas called back, pulling on his tunic.
Eowyn wrapped the silk coverlet around her and tiptoed over to the ornate wardrobe, quietly shutting the door.
Legolas picked up Eowyn's clothes and hid them under the bed before briskly walking to the door and opening it.
"Legolas," Aragorn nodded his head briefly, and glanced at Legolas's messy bed. "You've been sleeping?"
"Yes," Legolas nodded. "I'm still worn out from the battle."
"Very unlike you," Aragorn raised his eyebrows but did not pursue the subject. "Have you heard about my departing to Gondor yet?"
"Yes," Legolas answered. "To aid your people in war?"
"You are correct," Aragorn paused for a second. "Will you be coming with me?"
Legolas stalled for time. "Is Gimli?"
"Gimli says he will go if you do," Aragorn replied, giving Legolas a you- better-come look. "So are you going, friend Legolas?"
"No."
*~*
Eowyn let out a deep breath and leant back against the cool surface of the wardrobe.
Thank goodness for that.
*~*
A/N How did you like the chapter? I'm so sorry I haven't written for so long, (. Please review!
Emily
He sat up and found Eowyn sitting next to his bed, singing softly as she did embroidery.
"Legolas," she put the needlework down and smiled softly. "How was your sleep?"
"Fine," Legolas replied, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. "Why are you here?"
"I was waiting for you to get up," Eowyn replied. "We need to talk, my love."
Legolas inwardly cringed. She was calling him 'my love' already? He had no wanting for this sort of commitment. "Yes, Eowyn. What is it?"
"First of all," Eowyn stood up and began to pace around the room. "Are you aware that Aragorn is leaving for Gondor on the morrow?"
"No," Legolas looked concerned. "Aragorn is leaving?"
"Yes," Eowyn looked at him sharply. "Will you be departing with him? He says it is your choice."
"Yes," Legolas answered immediately, maybe too quickly. "Of course I will. I am not yet ready to part different ways with such a dear friend."
Eowyn tilted her head and looked at Legolas through narrowed eyes, a sarcastic look on her face. "And you're ready to part a woman who you made love to but several nights ago? I am very surprised, Legolas. Indeed I am."
"That's not true," Legolas stammered nervously. "But I have a duty as one of the members of the fellowship."
"And you do not have a duty to me, your future wife?" Eowyn hissed. "You are not going, Legolas. I don't know why I even bothered to ask you."
"Eowyn!" Legolas cried, grabbing her pale, delicate hand, which was the exact opposite of her personality. "You can't do this! You have no right to make my decisions for me!"
"You have no right to leave me!" Eowyn retorted fiercely. "I may be pregnant for all we know! What would happen if you died?" Tears suddenly appeared in Eowyn's eyes. "What would happen if you died?" she repeated, her voice catching.
Legolas let go of her hand and it fell limply to her side. "Eowyn." he murmured. "I am sorry."
"No," Eowyn wiped tears away from her eyes. "Fine. Just go and leave me here. Let me become an illegitimate mother, a disgrace to my Rohan.and my uncle. I can't believe I thought I loved you."
"You still love me!" Legolas cried. "At least, I still love you!"
Eowyn, who had been walking to the door, slowly turned around. "What did you say?"
Legolas paused, uncertain, feeling the beads of sweat form on his brow. "I said I love you."
Eowyn closed her blue eyes briefly and then fluttered them open. "I love you, Legolas," she murmured softly, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Legolas ran to Eowyn and swept her mouth up in a passionate kiss, cupping her face in his hands. She kissed him back fiercely, tears still pouring down her cheeks; she could taste the salty wetness of them.
Then wordlessly, still kissing her, Legolas picked Eowyn up and placed her gently on the bed.
*~*
"Adar," Arwen stood in front of her father's desk in his study. "I want to go to Rohan. I need to speak with Legolas and Aragorn."
"Daughter, you must be mad," Elrond stared at Arwen in disbelief. "I believe the Rohirrim have just engaged in battle with the Forces of Mordor. My messenger tells me so, at least."
"I do not care," Arwen gripped the desk with her hands, her nails pressed firmly against the carved wood. "I want to go!" this last sentence was shouted so loudly that it echoed all over Rivendell.
Elrond patted Arwen's hand kindly. "Yes, Arwen. I understand you want to go. I will get a carriage ready for you and an escort. Go pack your things."
*~*
An hour later, Arwen was sitting in her gold-embossed carriage, a small army of soldiers following her.
She was on her way to Helm's Deep to finally see Aragorn and Legolas face- to-face.
It would prove to be interesting.
*~*
Aragorn tried to push open his bedroom door but it wouldn't budge. Obviously it was locked.
"Legolas? Gimli?" Aragorn called. "It is Aragorn."
He waited, nobody opened the door. All he could hear was strange moans of some kind.
"Legolas! Gimli!" Aragorn yelled. "Open the door!"
*~*
Legolas and Eowyn froze.
"It's Aragorn," Legolas whispered to Eowyn. "I need to answer the door." Legolas then raised his voice. "Aragorn! I am coming!"
Legolas reached around the bed for his hurriedly thrown off clothes and fumbled to get them back on. "Eowyn," he whispered. "Hide in the wardrobe."
"Hurry up, Legolas!" Aragorn called impatiently. "I don't have all day!"
"Yes, I'm coming!" Legolas called back, pulling on his tunic.
Eowyn wrapped the silk coverlet around her and tiptoed over to the ornate wardrobe, quietly shutting the door.
Legolas picked up Eowyn's clothes and hid them under the bed before briskly walking to the door and opening it.
"Legolas," Aragorn nodded his head briefly, and glanced at Legolas's messy bed. "You've been sleeping?"
"Yes," Legolas nodded. "I'm still worn out from the battle."
"Very unlike you," Aragorn raised his eyebrows but did not pursue the subject. "Have you heard about my departing to Gondor yet?"
"Yes," Legolas answered. "To aid your people in war?"
"You are correct," Aragorn paused for a second. "Will you be coming with me?"
Legolas stalled for time. "Is Gimli?"
"Gimli says he will go if you do," Aragorn replied, giving Legolas a you- better-come look. "So are you going, friend Legolas?"
"No."
*~*
Eowyn let out a deep breath and leant back against the cool surface of the wardrobe.
Thank goodness for that.
*~*
A/N How did you like the chapter? I'm so sorry I haven't written for so long, (. Please review!
Emily