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Twenty-ninth & thirtieth Eowyn/Legolas stories

November 22nd, 2006 (06:44 am)
current song: Through the Night

Title: The bow
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings
Characters: Eowyn/Legolas
Prompt: 93 Thanksgiving
Word Count: 148
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Part 29 of an ongoing story, which is itself part of a Legolas/Eowyn ‘soap’ that can be read here

The bow

Having awoken with a bad hangover, and having then had to suffer the indignity of a sponge bath at the hands of Master Dínendal’s assistant, Thorkell bogsveigir was in no mood to meekly accept another dressing-down from the March Warden of Eryn Carantaur.

He pushed himself up on his good arm, wincing because the movement jarred his damaged shoulder, and scowled at the elf. “What?” he barked. “I did nothing wrong. The cook sent me down to the river—I found her there, wandering about, all alone—the Orcs attacked us before I could get her back—”

Without a word, Haldir laid the Beorning’s bow and quiver at the foot of his bed. Then, still saying nothing, he turned and left.

Thorkell stared at the elf’s retreating back. “It will be weeks before I can use them again,” he shouted. He sank back onto his pillow. “Apparently.”

Title: Separation
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings
Characters: Eowyn/Legolas
Prompt: 007 Days
Word Count: 983
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Part 30 of an ongoing story, which is itself part of a Legolas/Eowyn ‘soap’ that can be read here


Invisible in the long grass, Orodreth raised his hands to his mouth and whistled like a bird. Within seconds, his comrade was crouching beside him.

“What is it?” whispered Valandil.

Orodreth pointed at the ground.

It was Legolas who recovered first, gathering Eowyn into his arms with a contented sigh. He kissed her forehead. “I must speak with the others, Eowyn nín,” he murmured. “And I want to talk to Thorkell bogsveigir. If I fetch you some water, can you wash and dress yourself?”

“Of course, Lassui.” She stifled a yawn.

Legolas chuckled, kissing her again. “If you are not sitting down to breakfast within half an hour, melmenya, I will come back and wake you,” he said.

“The scouts have returned,” said Haldir, joining Legolas at the camp fire with Eomer and Gimli, “and the news is bad—we may have cleaned the river bank, but Valandil has found fresh tracks further east—several sets—it looks as though the Orcs are gathering forces.”

“To attack us,” said Legolas. “Where are they now?” He handed the March Warden a tankard of Gimli's dwarven tonic.

“Thank you.” Haldir sat down. “Valandil did not see any Orcs,” he said, “but he followed the spoor far enough to know that it leads into Mirkwood.” He lifted the tankard to his mouth, caught the scent of the steaming liquid, and gasped.

“Get it down you, lad,” said Gimli, “it will do you good. It has perked the lass up, no end.”

“It is best to down it in one,” said Eomer. He turned to Legolas. “We have almost fifty warriors between us. I say we follow the trail into the Forest and finish the job.”

“It would make sense to act quickly,” Legolas agreed, “but that would leave the cavalcade unprotected. And Eowyn is wounded—”

“I am not wounded!”

“Melmenya! Come and sit by the fire.”

“I can still fight,” said Eowyn, politely declining Gimli’s offer of another tankard.

No,” said Eomer.

“What I was about to say,” insisted Eowyn, sitting down beside Legolas, “was, leave some of your warriors here with me, Lassui, and you and Eomer take the rest into Mirkwood.”

“Oh Eowyn nín!” Legolas patted her mailed arm, proudly. “The camp is too vulnerable, melmenya. You would be defending the young, the old, the sick, the injured—”

“I would be moving the camp, Lassui—taking everyone somewhere safe whilst you are dealing with the Orcs. I have done that before.” She turned to the March Warden. “You know these parts, Haldir. Where should we be heading for?”

Haldir glanced at Legolas. Almost imperceptibly, Legolas nodded.

“I would cross the river,” said the big elf. “The cavalcade would be less vulnerable on the western bank, and there is an old Galadhrim guard post, about ten miles south, that would make a safe camp tonight. With luck,” he added, addressing Eowyn directly now, “you could be in Caras Galadhon by tomorrow.”

“It is a good plan,” said Legolas.

“I can do it,” said Eowyn.

Eomer grunted.

Legolas grasped Eowyn’s hands. “You will be in charge, melmenya, and Haldir will escort you. If we have not caught up with you by the time you reach Lothlorien, get everyone onto the flets and wait for us there.”

“I will not let you down, Lassui,” said Eowyn.

Shortly after

“What is happening?” asked Thorkell bogsveigir the moment Legolas entered the Healing Tent. “Everyone is buzzing around like blue-arsed flies.” Then he added, somewhat self-consciously, “My Lord.”

Legolas—unable to suppress a smile—folded his arms across his chest. “We have found more Orc tracks,” he said. “They are gathering in Mirkwood.”

Thorkell sighed. “If you had crossed the river, as I originally advised—”

“That advice, as I remember,” interrupted Legolas, “was, in fact, a threat from Bergthórr beytill. But I am not here to argue with you Master Bowswayer—in fact, I am here to thank you for protecting my lady.” He placed his hand upon his heart and bowed his head. “I am in your debt.”

Thorkell’s eyes narrowed. “Meaning what, exactly—my Lord?”

“Meaning that—insofar as you ever were tied to me—you are now a free man.”

“I see,” said Thorkell bogsveigir. “Thank you—but I belong to the Lady.”

Legolas laughed. “Yes you do. And, where her welfare is concerned, you have shown yourself a more-than-faithful servant. Few men could draw a Galadhrim bow, Master Bowswayer—fewer still would continue to draw it when the effort was tearing their muscles from their bones.”

Legolas sat down on the next bed. “We will take the cavalcade across the river at the southern ford. Eowyn will lead it to Lothlorien whilst Eomer King and I double back and deal with the Orcs. It is unfortunate,” he added, “that you, with your local knowledge, cannot be with us—but I expect you to give Eowyn your full support.”

“I thought you said I was a free man.”

It was one of the Beorning’s dry jokes but, this time, Legolas did not laugh. “I expect,” he said. “I do not order.”

A look passed between them. Then Thorkell bogsveigir nodded. “Though what I can do for her strapped up like this—”

“You can second her decisions, Master Bowswayer,” said Legolas, rising. “That is all she will need.”

Back at the remains of the camp fire, Eowyn was slipping a few personal things back into her small travelling pack.

“Are you ready, my darling?” Legolas wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Remember,” he murmured, pressing his lips to her forehead, “that if riding hurts, you can always travel in the cart with Thorkell bogsveigir.”

“Did I do the right thing, Lassui?” asked Eowyn. “Was I right to suggest that we separate like this? What if—”

“Shhhhh.” Legolas hugged her tightly. “I will be back before you know it, Eowyn,” he said. “I promise.”


Posted by: Nebride - Bishie Hunter (nebride)
Posted at: November 22nd, 2006 11:11 pm (UTC)

As always I am in awe of your storytelling abilities (and your ability to have multiple stories going at once!). Your stories are so complex, your characters so three dimensional. I wish that the LotR books were open to spin offs like the Star Trek and Star Wars books are. I’d be begging you to publish!!!!!

Posted by: ningloreth (ningloreth)
Posted at: November 23rd, 2006 11:33 am (UTC)

Wow! You've made my head swell!

Thanks for leaving a comment! I'm so glad you like this. It's fun to meander around the 100 prompts and not really worry too much what's going to happen next until you start writing the part -- but after about 60 more I'll have to start tying it all together ;-)

(I do have an interesting future planned for Thorkell, though).

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