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The Last Wood Elf	By : Mel99Moe Category: +Third Age > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4551 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 13 - Seeking Advice

For the next few weeks, Legolas started each day at the stables. He would arrive well before the sun rose, checking on Arod, and observing his progress. And every day, Lúta was there soon after. She helped teach Legolas how to get the most out of his time with the foal and strengthen their bond. She also used this time to get to know Legolas better. They only had a small amount of time together in the morning, before he went to the training fields. Soon, he would have even less time when he started his duty as a city guard.

On this particular morning, Lúta arrived at the stables to find Legolas sitting in the fresh hay, his long legs stretched out, ankles crossed, and leaning back on his hands as he watched Arod jump around and play. The elf was laughing, a most delightful sound. She approached the stall, and watched from the doorway. Legolas was always careful not to interfere too much between mother and baby, but sometimes she thought he did not interact enough.

“Good morning, Legolas.”

He turned his head, a smile still adorning his handsome face, “Good morning, Lúta. Arod seems quite boisterous today, doesn’t he?”

“I think it is time to let him into the fields with the other foals,” Lúta studied Legolas for a moment, “You know, it is alright to approach Arod, even when he is with his mother. She seems not to mind your presence in such close proximity. Here,” she said and offered Legolas her hand. He took it and she helped him up, hay falling from his pants as he stood. Lúta led him to Arod, “You should start petting him regularly, and not just his head or back. Caress him all over. He should learn your touch.” Lúta showed him by running her hand slowly over Arod’s head, neck and leg. “Now you try.”

Legolas copied her motions. “Like this?”

“Yes, all the way down to his feet too. Touch is very important at this age. He remembers everything now. He will always know his rider.” Lúta petted Arod’s back and hind legs. Legolas moved his hand up the front leg and along the foal’s side, joining Lúta’s. Their hands brushed against each other. She slowly lifted her eyes, and found the elf watching her, a shiver running up her spine that made her heart rush. Legolas moved closer, leaning towards her, his eyes shifting from her lips and back to her eyes. She was not resisting so he continued until they touched, a gentle sweet kiss. Lúta broke away first, and could not help but smile.

“I have wanted to kiss you for a while now,” Legolas admitted.

“I think I have wanted you to,” she answered while looking down and away.

He took her chin and lifted her head, meeting her gaze, “You have? But you never showed it.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Legolas, there are a lot of girls that wish you would pay them some attention,” Lúta teased.

“So I have been told, but none of them hold my interest.” As he spoke, he reached for a tendril of her red hair, tucking it behind her ear and letting his fingers graze her cheek, lingering a moment before he pulled away. He fixed his gaze upon her so she could not look away until he kissed her again, and she closed her eyes. Just when he meant to deepen the kiss, he felt a nose nudging into the middle of his back, and the mare let out a quiet whinny. Legolas reluctantly released Lúta, and looked over his shoulder, “Not now,” he complained, but he instantly heard the reason for the interruption. Someone had entered the stable.

Lúta gasped, “It’s my father!” She pushed Legolas away from her.

“It’s alright. I’m supposed to be here, remember?”

“Yes, but you’re supposed to be training your horse, not kissing me.”

“Do you not want me to kiss you then?” he asked. The sound of footsteps were coming closer.

“I didn’t say that.”

Feeling a bit daring, Legolas grabbed Lúta by the waist, “Then promise to meet me later so that I can kiss you again.”

Lúta squirmed in his arms, “Legolas, my father—”

“Promise me,” he demanded.

Feeling panicked, she agreed, “Alright … later, but not here. My father always walks me home. I’ll have chores to do, so maybe—”

“I’ll find you then, and I won’t get caught. I’m an elf remember?” He gave her a sly smile, and released her just before Lúta’s father came around the corner and looked into the stall.

“Always here bright and early, Legolas,” Lúta’s father said cheerfully, unaware of what had just transpired.

“Yes sir, and Lúta has helped me more than you know.” Legolas flashed him one of his most sincere smiles.

“Lúta is very wise when it comes to raising horses. You could learn a lot from her.”

Legolas turned to her, “I certainly hope to do just that.”

Lúta tried her best not to blush without much luck. Legolas winked and bowed, “I must go or I’ll be late for training. Until our next meeting.”

* * *

Legolas left the practice fields early so that he could spy on Lúta. Just as she said, her father was at the stables promptly at the end of the workday. Father and daughter strolled along the cobblestone path towards a grouping of thatched houses where her family lived. There were many of these groupings throughout Edoras, with paths and roads separating them. Lúta’s family lived in the section that housed mostly city workers. Her father was a blacksmith, and had his own shop close to the cavalry gathering grounds, located at the south end of the hill where Meduseld stood. The stables where Lúta worked were within the same vicinity, and their home was in a settlement just east of Meduseld, all within walking distance.

Legolas followed them at a safe distance, ducking behind house and shed along the way. As he went, he thought about the quick kiss they shared. She had allowed it without hesitancy. That was good. He hadn’t meant to kiss her so soon, but they were in such close proximity, and when their hands brushed against each other . . .

Legolas sighed and felt the same rush of excitement that he had felt when they accidentally touched. He had looked at Lúta and felt the draw, as if he could hold her still with nothing more than his gaze. This was nothing new. He had first discovered this talent with Katala, the Woodsmen’s daughter. It was different then. That had been out of fear for their safety, and a need to calm her. This time it had been to show his feelings towards Lúta, but what were those feelings? Something new was happening to him, some internal battle of wills to be proper or to release something feral. Better to keep it under control, he thought to himself, or he’d risk Lúta never speaking to him again.

Lúta and her father turned a corner and were home. It was a cozy place from the outside. There was the house with a small porch, a window on each side and a solid door in the center, painted in a deep forest green. A short fence surrounded the property, nothing sturdy enough to keep someone out, but rather to keep animals or small children in.

Lúta’s father closed the gate behind them and they went inside. The sun was setting, and the glow from the windows became brighter. Someone was lighting lanterns or candles inside the house. They were busy with their hello’s inside, and Legolas took the opportunity to move cautiously around the outside of the house, hiding behind neighboring huts.

The house was not very wide, but it was long, and there were more windows on the side. He could see movement inside, a woman with golden hair—her mother obviously—her father, and a younger girl, Lúta’s sister. Everyone was busy talking or laughing. No one seemed to care what went on outside.

Legolas found that the neighboring house had a shed in the back, and he decided to make this his hiding spot for now. He moved to the back of the shed, turned an old wooden bucket upside down and sat down. The smell of stew and freshly baked bread wafted past his nose, and his stomach growled. Her family was sitting down for their supper. While they ate, he observed their backyard. There was a small shed on this side of the fenced in yard, wooden crates stacked next to it, a chicken coop at the back center, and a privy in the corner of the far end. Chickens roamed around here and there, the reason for the fence, Legolas guessed. They pecked around aimlessly, doing what chickens do best. Little yellow half-grown chicks rushed here and there. Other chickens were inside their house, sitting on nests or settling down for the night. On top of a crate, in the center of the yard, was a handsome rooster, proud and in charge. His bright red comb stood straight and spiked like a crown. Not a multicolored feather was out of place. His long neck and body were decorated with brown and white, while his tail was speckled with black.

Lúta had mentioned chores. Legolas hoped one of them was checking on the chickens. He could easily hop the fence, and talk with her again. His heart raced at the thought of what he promised her, another kiss before the day was over.

After some time, the lights began to dim inside. The meal was done, the kitchen cleaned, and the family was ready to relax for the evening. The sun had set a while ago, and the clear night sky displayed a million twinkling lights. Still, no one came from the house. Legolas began to think her chores pertained to cleaning inside, not out. He hoped it wasn’t because she changed her mind about seeing him again. She promised him though, and promises were like gold.

The back door creaked open, and the light from a lantern illuminated the ground. A figure came out, turned her head, and spoke to someone inside the house, “I’ll only be a moment. I just want to check to make sure Sis fed them like she said.” It was Lúta. Legolas knew her voice well. She had kept her promise.

She walked slowly down the center of the yard, looking side to side and peering into the darkness. The lantern she carried made it difficult to see much past the glow. She reached the henhouse, lowered the lantern, and checked the feed trays. Everything was in order. Her sister had done well on her first day of her new job of taking care of the chickens. Satisfied, she sat the lantern on a chopping log, a pile of firewood stacked neatly next to it, and an ax protruding from the round block.

Lúta stepped away from the lantern and looked around. Legolas knew she was looking for him, and he should have showed himself, but he was taking too much joy from watching her unnoticed. She was very pretty in the starlit night. Her hair was unbound, just coming to the small of her waist. He liked her hair better this way, rather than tied up, as it was when she worked at the stable.

“Legolas,” she whispered into the dark, “if you’re out there, I don’t have much time. Show yourself.”

She had called out his name, and it sounded sweeter than any song he had ever heard. He left the safety of his hiding spot, and jumped over the fence, landing on silent booted feet. Tonight he wore his elvish clothes, leggings and tunic. When he wasn’t representing Rohan, he dressed like himself.

Lúta had turned the other way, looking past the privy, wondering if he would show, when suddenly she felt a warm breeze caress her ear. She turned and there he was, like a ghostly apparition materializing from nothing. She gasped and jumped back, but Legolas caught her hand and smiled, “It’s only me. I was waiting for you from behind the shed,” he said, pointing to the neighbor’s yard, “So, you came.”

“Yes, and so did you,” Lúta answered, suddenly at a loss for words. “How … how are you?”

“Fine, since this morning.” He looked down and noticed that he still held her hand, “Better now that I see you again.”

She was suddenly speechless and settled for smiling. Legolas was no help with the awkward silence. He just looked at her with his brilliant blue gaze. Finally, she said the first thing that came to her mind, “So … Arod seems to be doing quite well.”

That internal war was back, twisting Legolas’ insides. The right thing to do was to make casual conversation, but they did that every day at the stables. He finally had her alone, her hand in his, in the dark, beneath the stars. Proper elf was losing to feral elf quickly. There wasn’t much time to say what he wanted to say, “I didn’t come here to talk about horses. I came here to ask you something. I know you have to go soon, so I will just come out and say it. I’ve liked you for a while now, and spending time with you at the stables has been wonderful, but … I would like to … I was wondering if … If you will allow me, I want to—”

Lúta released his hand, bowed her head and turned from him, not the reaction he expected from her. He was stuttering though, and sounding foolish doing it. He collected himself and tried again, “Lúta, I would be honored if you would allow me the pleasure of being my—”

“Legolas,” she interrupted, “I like you too, a lot actually, but my father would never allow me to see you … romantically.”

“What?” he said surprised.

Lúta turned back around to face him, “My father is a strong believer in arrangements, and that includes who he will allow to court me. He likes you, Legolas. He’s said so before, but … you are of a different heritage, and I know he would never—”

“And so you will let him make decisions for you?” he said in a slightly raised voice. This was not how he expected this to go. He had to calm himself, and he reached out for her hand, “I have never felt my heart beat as ferociously as it does when you are near. When we kissed this morning, I felt as if it would burst. And I felt you kiss me back. Tell me you didn’t experience something and I’ll leave.”

“I felt it too. It was wonderful, like nothing I’ve ever felt before, but—”

“Then that is all that should matter. I want to be with you, Lúta, and I’ll do whatever I must to see you again,” he said desperately. He took her chin with the tips of his fingers, and tilted her head up, watching her lips part for him, “Anything at all.” He closed the distance between them, but stopped before their lips touched. He searched her eyes for an answer.

“Kiss me,” she finally whispered.

“And can I see you again?”

“Secretly? No word of this to my family at least, not until I’m ready to speak with them.”

He smiled, “Any way at all. Anything for you.”

Her hand came up to the back of his neck, her fingers twisting in his smooth hair, feeling its softness for the first time, “I will be with you, Legolas,” she whispered in answer, and she pulled him to her, crushing her mouth against his.

Her mouth was soft and warm, wet and demanding. She gave just the right amount of aggressiveness, but not so much that he felt he was not in control. His inner savage suggested all kinds of vulgar things, but the gentleman stepped forward, and quashed that wanton voice.

Lúta released him sooner than he would have liked, “We must be discrete. We cannot be caught courting in public, and my father must not know, at least not yet.”

“So, are you saying you will tell him eventually?” he asked hopefully.

“Give me time to figure out how to approach him. For now, let’s just let this be between us and no one else.”

“Alright,” he said, “I did say anything, but I didn’t say for always.”

“Just for right now,” she assured him.

Suddenly, the back door creaked. Lúta whipped around to see who it was. The tall outline against the glow from the house was unmistakable, “It’s my father. Hurry before—”

As she spoke, she turned back around, but Legolas was already gone, vanished like magic. How could he move so silently, she wondered?

“Lúta?” her father called.

“Coming,” she answered, picking up the lantern, and returning to the house. She glanced back once more, searching the dark for any sign of Legolas. Somehow, she knew he was still there, hiding in the shadows, watching her. She hurried into the house, and wondered if he would stay there for a while, or if he had already dashed off. Her lips still burned from the kiss, and she hoped it was not obvious. Her mind was still in a bit of a whirlwind.

Once in the light, her father gave her a concerned look, “Is everything alright? You look a bit pale.”

“Everything is fine,” she answered with a smile, “It’s just been a long day and I am very tired.”

“Off to bed with you then,” her mother said from behind.

“Yes Mama,” Lúta smiled and kissed her mother’s cheek.

Lúta lay in her bed and thought about Legolas. How could it be that he liked her over all the other girls? She never once went to watch him practice, and until Arod’s birth, she had never even talked to him. They had gotten to know each other better over the past several weeks, while he came to the stables every morning. There was definitely something special between them. Now, they were courting, if you could call it that, she thought … in secret. And how would she ever tell her father? There was no reason to say anything now though. What she and Legolas had was so new that it might not prosper into anything more. No, it was better to wait and see where things would lead before involving her father. Did it even matter though? He would not be happy. She had overheard him speaking to other men, asking about their sons. He was already picking out his choices, gaining information about families with established businesses, seeking the best choice for an arranged marriage that might better his own smithy. But times were changing, and people married for love, not just to merge businesses. She shook her head, “You’re getting ahead of yourself, Lúta. Legolas just likes you, and wants to spend some time with you.” She smiled and sighed as she sunk into her pillow, “Everyone would be so envious … if they ever knew.”

* * *

After their arrangement, Legolas and Lúta spent as much secret time together as they could afford. They saw each other in the mornings while he worked with Arod, and soon they met at the fields where the young horses played. When no one was around, they shared stolen kisses or held hands, growing closer with every passing moment together. This was a difficult task at times, since Lúta’s father kept a watchful eye on her, but he could not be there every minute. She wished she could tell her family about Legolas, and the fact that she just might be falling for him, but her father was very strict about such things. He had plans for who he thought she should marry someday, and an elf definitely was not in the foreseeable future. Nevertheless, it did not change her feelings towards Legolas, and she hoped that maybe he felt the same.

Spring arrived and Legolas was now officially a city guardsman, patrolling part of the western wall. Being one of the new recruits, he was often badgered or sent on useless errands. It was all part of his initiation into the army, and all in good fun. Legolas took it well, and looked forward to the day when someone would be beneath him in ranking so he could have his turn at mockery. All in all, the men liked him and accepted him fully into their brotherhood.

However, the new position with the army left him less time to see Lúta, outside of seeing her when he trained Arod. When they had a quiet moment alone, they made the most of it. Their kisses grew more passionate. Hands were allowed more places to roam, and there were a few daring experiments shared between them. Legolas wanted to take their relationship to the next step, but this would be a very big advancement for both of them. However, their time together always seemed short, not nearly enough time for Legolas to do what he wanted to without rushing things or feeling awkward. Their first time should be special and leisurely, but he was not sure how to accomplish this with either his schedule or her ever-watchful father. He needed advice, but Théodred and Eomer were off on patrol. The men whom he shared guard duty with were much older, and he did not know them well enough to speak of such a personal matter. King Théoden might be of help, but he was very busy, especially since his advisor, Grima, had returned. Besides, he could not talk to just anyone about this, since no one knew about him and Lúta. The last thing he wanted was for her father to find out before she talked to him, whenever that would be. No, Legolas would just wait until his friends came back.

That day finally came a couple months later, when Théodred and Eomer were home on a reprieve. They wasted no time settling back into their old routine … spending an evening at the tavern, laughing, telling stories and reminiscing.

“Is it just me or is the ale becoming more bitter?” Théodred asked, after swallowing half a mug, wrinkling his nose, shrugging his shoulders, and finishing the rest.

“I know we always called it warg piss, but now I’m convinced that one of the foul beasts snuck in, and filled the barrel that this mug came from,” Eomer answered, then he finished it off without taking a breath.

Legolas smiled and nodded in agreement, but made no comment. It was not like him to remain silent, and not add his bit to the conversation.

“You are awfully quiet this evening, Legolas. Do I sense trouble for my young elven friend?” Théodred asked.

“Everything is fine. Guard duty is very satisfying, though I am anxious to join you and Eomer at the borders,” Legolas replied. There was something in his voice that was not quite right.

Eomer, feeling the first effects of the ale, leaned towards Legolas, and looked him in the eye. After an expanded silence, he smiled astutely, “He’s got a girl.”

Théodred planted his elbows on the table and looked closely at his friend, “Now that you mention it, Eomer, he does seem to have that far off look in his eyes. I think perhaps you are right. So, who is she, the same one we discussed last time?”

“Yes … Lúta, she and I have spent some time together, but we have told no one, especially her family. And the only reason I’m telling you is because I know you will not speak of this to anyone,” Legolas seemed a bit self-conscious, and it worried him that they guessed so quickly about the girl.

“I am surprised her father has not found out about it. He watches her like a hawk,” Théodred patted Legolas firmly on the shoulder, “I’m impressed, my friend. Seems you were listening to my advice after all. Quite damn sneaky of you.”

“Well, he still keeps a close eye on her, but lately he’s had other things to focus on. Word is,” Legolas leaned in close, “his smithy has taken a bit of a loss. King Théoden has ordered a decrease in weapon production.”

“What do you mean he has cut production?” Théodred asked concerned.

Legolas shook his head, “I assumed it was because it has been quiet lately, at least that is what he told me when I asked him about it. I find it strange though. Your father was preparing to send new weapons to the Hornburg, but now he’s completely changed his mind.”

“Why do you think he would do such a thing,” Eomer wondered.

“I do not know, but one thing is for sure. Since Grima has returned, there has been more than one subtle change made around here. And do you know what else is strange?” Legolas went on, “Four months has it been since he came back, and not once have I seen him. Théoden tells me he was a bit out of sorts when he first arrived and asked for time to recuperate. Now, it is because he has been busy that I have not yet met this advisor. I find the whole thing rather strange.”

Théodred and Eomer looked at each other, as if trying to come up with an answer, but they had none. Théodred turned back to Legolas, “I’ll speak with my father, and find out what has been happening. Things are not as quiet as you suspect. Does my father not share our reports with the guards here in the city?”

Legolas shook his head, “No, we have had no word of the borders since you left.”

“Grima,” Eomer chimed in, “He always was a bit odd. I never cared much for the man, but I would never tell my uncle. I was glad when he disappeared, I’m ashamed to admit, but I was. The man has changed … makes my skin prickle when I know he’s around. He has a talent for remaining unseen.”

“I get the same feeling when I am in Meduseld, especially when Eowyn and I are spending time together. It’s as if someone is watching from the shadows,” Legolas added.

“And just what have you and my sister been doing,” Eomer said with an accusatory tone.

“Nothing that you might be thinking,” Legolas retorted, “We talk of weapons and swordplay, and occasionally she asks to learn elvish.”

A servant swooshed past their table, only stopping long enough to take up their empty mugs, and replace them with full ones. All three friends drank heartily before they continued the conversation.

“I do not think you have to worry about your sister,” Théodred said, “Legolas has eyes for Lúta it seems.

Since they were back on the subject, it seemed now was as good a time as any to discuss his dilemma. Legolas regarded Théodred with a mischievous smile. “Truth be told, Lúta and I … well, I think … I think we might—”

“Ready to get your tip wet are you? I knew it wouldn’t take long,” Eomer interrupted.

“Why do you have to be so vulgar?” Legolas said annoyed, “It is more than that with Lúta. She is special, and that is why I’m seeking advice, but I can see that I might have made a mistake by coming to you for—”

“I’m only jesting, my friend,” Eomer slapped Legolas’ shoulder, “See here then … you like her and she likes you. Tell her you have something you want to show her, sneak off to somewhere dark and private, and have your way with her. What more do you need to know?”

Théodred rolled his eyes at his cousin, “You obviously have no more experience than Legolas.” He turned back to Legolas, “What you need to do is woo her. Loosen her up a bit. But I’ll tell you this, not even your elvish charm will get a girl like Lúta to … shall we say, open up for you.” Théodred laughed to himself before continuing, “You’ll need something stronger than that pretty elf speech. I suggest a bottle of heady wine. Just a few sips will relax her and make her warm. Add some strategic ministrations, and the girl will be yours.” While the prince was talking to Legolas, he hadn’t noticed Eomer leaning in closer, taking mental notes.

“How do I … I mean, how does Legolas acquire this potent vintage you speak of?” Eomer asked eagerly.

“Why do you ask, cousin? Is there a potential lover in your future also?” Théodred asked, cocking a dark eyebrow.

“Well, since we are on the subject, yes. I have a girl waiting for me to make my move,” Eomer admitted.

“I thought so,” Théodred mumbled, then he straightened his shoulders, and regarded his cousin with a kinder face, “Who is she then?”

Eomer ran his finger around the edge of his mug, “Her name is Alfía.”

“And?” Théodred asked when his cousin did not continue.

Eomer glanced from Théodred to Legolas, “She’s a shield maiden,” he spoke quietly.

Legolas raised a brow, and Théodred crossed his arms. There was something Eomer was not telling them.

“And . . .?” Legolas added, drawing out the word.

“And . . .” Eomer brought his mug to his mouth and spoke into his cup, “She is Eowyn’s best friend.” He rushed the words out quickly.

“Say that again?” Théodred said, leaning closer in case his cousin mumbled again.

“She is Eowyn’s best friend,” Eomer finally admitted, taking another long swig of ale.

“Best friend! Eomer, what are you thinking?” Théodred blurted out, “You’ve got yourself buried deep with this one. Don’t you know the rules? Never get involved with your sister’s friends.”

“If she is a shield maiden,” Legolas said, putting emphasis on the word, “then he won’t be needing any of that wine. The palm of his hand will be his companion.”

Théodred and Eomer turned their heads towards Legolas, and stared at him a moment before Eomer spoke, “You forget Théodred’s story about the women’s barracks.”

“Well I … I just assumed that was only a story,” Legolas stuttered.

“Are you saying that I lied?” Théodred challenged.

“But Eowyn told me about the oath that they take, and how they are to remain—”

Eomer knitted his brows, “As far as my sister believes, it is true … and if any of you tell her otherwise, I swear I will—”

Théodred laid a strong hand on Eomer’s shoulder, stopping him. Eomer’s shoulders relaxed and he leaned back in his chair, but his cold stare did not leave Legolas. Théodred returned his attention towards the elf, “There was a time in days of old when Rohirric women took this oath very seriously and some still do,” he paused and nodded at Eomer, then continued, “but not all of them follow this rule. Some of them like to have their fun, if you know what I mean. It is kept quiet though, since it is still looked down upon, to claim to be a maiden when one is not. And trust me, my girl is far removed from being a maiden, and I am very thankful for that. She is quite amorous, if you know what I mean. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. There’s something different about a woman who knows how to fight.”

Théodred wiggled his eyebrows at his audience, but received no reaction, “Anyways, no one will say anything to anyone, but Eomer … you’d better watch yourself. If Eowyn finds out that you’re not only interested in her friend, but that you want her to break her oath, then I’m afraid Legolas will be right about you and your hand. Now, pertaining to Legolas … Lúta is not a shield maiden, and if I’m correct, you’re asking us to help you get her alone. Any ideas?”

“I’m not sure,” Legolas answered doubtfully, “As you know, her father constantly checks on her. I think she needs an excuse, something to tell her father so that he won’t be suspicious, and so that we can have at least a few hours alone,” Legolas said.

“What about the stable? There is no one around at nighttime, unless one of the mares needs watching over,” Eomer offered.

“I have thought about that. It is not unusual for her to be there late into the evening. Still, if her father—”

“Don’t worry about him. Eomer and I will keep a look out, and we’ll warn you if we see him coming,” Théodred added to the plan.

“I don’t think I want the two of you hanging around while Lúta and I … well, I don’t need an audience is all.”

“We won’t be around the stable. We’ll stay further up the path, and watch for anyone who might interrupt your evening,” Eomer added as he tried to convince Legolas.

“I … I guess that could work,” Legolas turned to Théodred, “But I’m not sure of your idea about the wine.”

Théodred smiled wickedly, “Trust me on this. If you want to get to her goods, you need to take the edge off, otherwise you’ll never get her ankles to uncrossed. I’ll even supply it for you if that will help. I know where my father keeps a rare vintage.”

With a plan devised and the evening getting late, the three friends went back to their home in the King’s hall. As they walked through the main hall, Théodred noticed that the hearth had gone cold, “That’s odd.”

“Yes, it has been a bit more chilled in the hall as of late. Someone keeps allowing the embers to extinguish. I’m surprised your father has not said anything,” Legolas commented.

At that exact moment, Legolas caught movement out of the corner of his eye. A black shape moved along the shadows. He could have sworn he heard the sound of a snake hissing. Perhaps it was someone’s robes slithering across the stone floor. Whatever it was, it quickly disappeared around a corner, leaving Legolas with an uneasy feeling of being watched. He said nothing to Théodred or Eomer, who seemed not to notice.

The friends said goodnight, Théodred going off towards his room while Legolas and Eomer went the opposite direction. Legolas stopped and peered into the dark shadows once more.

“What is it?” Eomer asked when heard the elf stop.

“Nothing,” he whispered and went off with his friend.

* * *

A few days later, Legolas was at the fields watching Arod interact with the other horses. He had grown so much over the past several months. Arod was an instigator it seemed, always enticing the others to play or to run off further than their mothers would have liked. He just wanted to run, and Legolas could not wait for the day when he could ride him.

The elf was sitting on a wooden fence beneath an oak that grew close by. It was bliss to be close to the old tree. It creaked and moaned in the breeze, and Legolas listened carefully. To a human ear, it was just the sound of wood moving, but to an elf, it was the whispering of long forgotten tales. He looked up into its branches, “I should like to visit the old forest someday and if I do, I shall tell them you are here. I wish you did not have to stand here alone.”

The wind blew again, and the tree groaned. Legolas nodded, “You are right. You cannot choose where your roots take hold.” He looked down and straightened the shirt of his guard uniform. “I know that better than anyone,” he said sadly, “Besides, I think this is just the right place for you. There is no fear of the Rohirrim cutting you down, and I am glad to have your company.”

“Talking to the trees again?” said a sweet voice from behind.

Legolas turned to see Eowyn standing there, her bright blue eyes sparkling in the summer sun. She wore a simple brown dress, and her long curly hair was tied back with a ribbon. Eowyn always had a smile for him, no matter what her mood might be. She was like a sister to him, and he cared a great deal for her.

“Eowyn, you could light up the darkest cave with your smile.” He looked up into the tree again, “My friend here was just telling me how happy he is to be among the Rohirrim.”

Eowyn laid a gentle hand on the trunk of the tree, “Well, tell him that we are happy to have him too, and we appreciate his shade and shelter on such a warm day as this.”

Legolas laughed. “He can hear you, you know, and he understands all that is said beneath his boughs.”

Eowyn merely smiled and patted the tree. Then she climbed onto the fence, and sat next to her friend. They were quiet for a while, watching the horses dart around the field. Arod jumped and kicked his back legs into the air, making both of them laugh at the sight.

“He’s is such a free spirit, isn’t he?” Legolas asked.

“Very much, just like his rider,” Eowyn admitted, “Like you, he follows his own set of rules. It is a perfect match, the two of you.” She gazed off into the distance, narrowing her eyes against the glare of the sun, “Speaking of matches, the word is that you and Lúta—”

Legolas interrupted, “And how did you come to know about us?”

“You forget that Eomer cannot keep a secret from his sister.”

“I told him not to tell anyone about it. I should have known,” he said disappointedly.

“I hope that I am not just anyone. And don’t worry about Eomer or Théodred. They would never say anything to Lúta’s family,” Eowyn smiled. Legolas opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted, “And yes, Eomer also told me that you were keeping this a secret from her family. I can’t say that I agree, but I can understand why. Her father is very strict.”

“Lúta would kill me if she knew that the three of you—”

“You can’t keep something like this a secret from those closest to you, Legolas. This is your first love, and Théodred, Eomer and I are like your family.”

That thought warmed Legolas’ heart. They were his only family, and the only people he could talk to about such important life changing things. He smiled shyly, but wouldn’t meet Eowyn’s eyes, “It is definitely a relief to talk to someone about Lúta and me.”

Eowyn smiled and glanced at him from the corner of her eye, “I know I called it your first love, but … is it truly love do you think?”

“Well, I … I’ve never been in love so … I … I’m not sure.” He felt awkward talking to her about his personal life.

“Does your stomach feel like a thousand butterflies fluttering around inside whenever she is close to you? Do you find yourself smiling when she says your name? Can you not wait until the next time you see her again?”

“Yes to all three,” Legolas laughed.

“Then you, my friend, are in love.” Eowyn moved closer to him so they could whisper, just in case someone snuck up behind them, “She is very beautiful and very sweet. I think you are made for each other.”

Over the past few days, Legolas’ mind had been busy trying to find a way to get Lúta alone. He gave Théodred’s advice a lot of thought, but something just did not sit well about getting her drunk. Still, it seemed to be common practice amongst many of the young Rohirrim boys, usually with satisfactory results. However, something inside Legolas’ heart wanted this moment to mean more than the obvious. This first time together would only happen once in his immortal life, and only once for Lúta also. He sighed deeply, and looked straight ahead, past the horses playing, past the fence on the far side of the field, past the mountains in the distance, as if he could see through solid rock, “Eowyn, I … I’ve been giving a lot of thought to something lately. Perhaps you might help me with it.”

“Sure, what is it?” she asked cheerfully.

It was much easier to talk to Eomer or Théodred. They would have already known what he was talking about, but with Eowyn, it had to be explained. “Well, since we are on the subject of Lúta and love and what comes along with those feelings . . .” He waited for her to catch up.

Eowyn was training to be a shield maiden and very adamant about the oath she took, but she was not blind to what others did. She smiled at the thought, pleased that Legolas would come to her for advice, “Well, my first thought would be to tell you both to wait, for that is what I would do, but I know not everyone sees things the same way. However, you have said that you love her, and that is more than most men would admit to.”

“It definitely feels right with her,” Legolas admitted, “And I think she wants this too. I am not sure how I know. It is just something I sense from her when we are close.”

Eowyn giggled, “You are very charming and trustworthy, and the girls are drawn to this. It’s hard to explain, but I think they know you will not harm them or toy with their hearts. Every girl wants someone like you to be their first lover.”

Legolas leaned his shoulder against hers, “Even you?” he teased, making her blush.

“I don’t think you could wait that long, but under different circumstances . . .” Eowyn enjoyed teasing him too.

“So let me guess,” she went on, “You have already spoken to my brother and Théodred about this, and knowing them, they suggested alcohol as an aphrodisiac, am I right?” Legolas just laughed and she shook her head, “Idiots,” she muttered, “And to think that Théodred will be our King one day. Aye, Rohan will be in trouble for sure. Well, at least you were smart enough not to listen to their preposterous advice. I suggest that you just simply be you. If your hearts are involved, it will just feel right. If not, then it wasn’t meant to happen,” Eowyn smiled and sighed, “I can’t wait until I meet my forever. I know he’s out there somewhere.”

“And he will be the luckiest man on earth to have your heart,” Legolas kissed her cheek, making her blush again, “So, how goes your training?”

“Oh, I am so excited. We will be learning swordplay soon, and by the end of the summer, we will have our first exercise in wilderness survival.”

“Wilderness survival?” he asked curiously.

“Yes, we will have to live in the woods alone for a fortnight. It’s all part of the training. A shield maiden must be ready for any scenario, not just protecting the city when the men are away. We do this at least once a year.”

Legolas laughed, “That explains why Théo is so ill tempered sometimes.” He was referring to Théodred’s woman, of course.

Eowyn shook her head, “Tell me Legolas, is my cousin serious about Rawynn? Don’t get me wrong, she is nice enough it seems, but she has a bit of a wild side. Should he decide to marry her, she would be our queen and—”

“I wouldn’t worry about Théodred. He will do what is right. Théoden has seen to it that he will rule wisely,” Legolas answered, “Well, it is getting late, and I must be going. I have guard duty soon.” He jumped down from the fence and offered Eowyn a hand, helping her to the ground, “Can I walk you back?”

“That would be lovely,” she smiled, accepting his arm, “Have I told you how handsome you look in your guard uniform? You set a fine example for Rohan. I’m glad you came to live amongst us, Legolas.”

“Thank you, Eowyn,” he answered sincerely, “And thank you for your advice.”

“Think nothing of it. I’m just glad I could help.” They walked a few paces before she spoke again, “Lúta is very lucky.” She kissed his cheek and they continued up the path back to the city, very content to be in each other’s company.
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