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Forty-second, forty-third & forty-fourth Eowyn/Legolas stories

February 24th, 2009 (11:34 pm)
current song: Beethoven: Symphony No 2

Title: Seduction
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings
Characters: Eowyn/Legolas
Prompt: 023 lovers
Word Count: 460
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Werewolf—er—seduction
Summary: On the long journey from Mirkwood to South Ithilien, Legolas and Eowyn encounter Beornings, runaway daughters, orcs and werewolves...
Author's Notes: Part 42 of an ongoing story, which is itself part of a Legolas/Eowyn ‘soap’ that can be read here.

Previous parts

Part 01 | Part 02 | Part 03 | Part 04 | Part 05 | Part 06 | Part 07 | Part 08 | Part 09 | Part 10
Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20
Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30
Part 31 | Part 32 | Part 33 | Part 34 | Part 35 | Part 36 | Part 37 | Part 38 | Part 39 | Part 40 | Part 41

Fear gripping her heart, Eowyn rose slowly, turning, expecting—at any moment—to feel the creature’s foul teeth ripping her flesh.

Instead, the thing spoke to her, its words rumbling deep in its chest: “Look at me…”

She raised her eyes, reluctantly—up its powerful, all too human body—to the wolven face, with its angry, yellow stare.

“Do you like what you see, woman?”

Like?” she whispered. “What do you mean?”

But she knew exactly what it meant and, though she tried, she could not keep her horrified gaze from dropping back to its groin. “No! No!

“Come,” growled the gaur, grasping her wrist with a clawed hand. “Receive my seed and, with it, my gift of power.”

Power? Eowyn struggled against the fog invading her mind.

Power to change, at will, into this form, whispered the gaur, inside her head, with all of its strength and speed and savage beauty; power to make others like yourself; power to live forever…

No, thought Eowyn, none of that means anything to me…

But, even as she rejected the gaur’s ‘gift’, something else—some terrible, primitive urge—was uncoiling, deep inside her.

“It is always so,” purred the gaur, drawing its claws lightly across her cheek, “with women.”

Eowyn shivered.

“Women want to be taken…” It pushed her against the tree trunk, and its hand dropped to her belly, and she heard the sudden rending of silk and leather, felt the chill of air upon her bare skin, and the sharp kiss of claw-tips raking her flesh. “Beau-ti-ful…” growled the gaur.

And the awakening animal in her leaned into its touch—keen and teasing—and shuddered with violent pleasure as it toyed with her.


But that word—strangely familiar—seemed to awaken something else within her—something clean and pure that was nestling safely in her heart—and, whilst her primitive self responded to the rough caress, Eowyn searched for it, trying to make sense of the sadness its imminent loss aroused in her…


The memory of Legolas filled her mind—his face, his smile, his voice.

His love.

“NO,” she screamed, and—still hanging in the gaur’s grip—she crouched, driving her free hand upwards, smashing her hard fist into its testicles.

The creature roared.

Branches fell, and leaves spun down in a smothering rain, but Eowyn gritted her teeth, and punched again, though a swipe of the gaur’s hand all but knocked her head from her shoulders, and its claws left livid trails across her cheek.

But the blow had set her free!

And, as the thing struggled to retain its wolven form, Eowyn rolled out from under it and scuttled away, crawling over tree roots and falling into hollows, searching for her sword…

Title: The Lady's blessing
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings
Characters: Eowyn/Legolas
Prompt: 066 rain
Word Count: 785
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Part 43.

It started with a few, isolated drops, pattering down from leaf to leaf.

Some of the travellers, huddled in fear on the upper flets, raised their heads, and looked about them, unable to believe what they were hearing.

But the drops soon became a shower, drumming down upon the wooden platforms, and then the shower became a deluge, soaking the refugees, and they—having, moments earlier, expected to die in the flames—scrambled to their feet and, hugging each other, danced in the rain.

Thorkell bogsveigir, their self-appointed warden, standing between the crowd and the staircase, offered a silent—and most uncharacteristic—prayer of thanks to the gods.

And, far below him on the ground, Gimli raised his face skywards, letting the rain soak his beard. “It is the Lady’s blessing,” he muttered. “Now, we are safe…”


“My Lord?” Osgar skidded to a halt behind Legolas. “My Lord, what is it?”

The elf had closed his eyes, and he bowed his head, frowning with concentration. “Eowyn has disappeared,” he murmured. “I can no longer feel her. Something… Something has—oh!”

A strange sensation had begun teasing his loins and, trembling at its power, he suddenly arched his back, and stretched out his arms, letting it flood into his thighs and spread into his belly, heating up his innards—

Rock hard, he threw back his head, and howled into the rain.

My Lord!” Osgar leaped back, drawing his sword.

“Not yet,” snarled Legolas—raising a still-commanding hand.

An answering roar echoed through the Forest.

“There,” he growled. “It has her! It has Eowyn! Let me save her. Then deal with me however you must.”

The exchange of demonic howls brought Gimli back to his senses.

We are surrounded!

He peered through the downpour, quickly locating his men—All present—and, shouldering his axe, took a deep breath, preparing to bellow the command to regroup—

Somewhere up ahead, Eowyn shouted, triumphantly, “Look—silver. Our weapons are tipped with silver! And if I do not kill you, Lassui will! With silver! Yaaaaah!

The dwarf’s eyes met Haldir’s.

The pair charged.

As he raced across the Forest floor, Legolas grimly resisted the urge to drop to all fours. His skin was tingling and his body felt stange—his limbs powerful; his chest deep; his phallus long; his testicles big and brimming.

This, he realised, is what the gaur wants.

Two wolves, fighting for one mate.

And if I lose, both she and I will be its playthings…

He snarled—and saw that Osgar, assuming the worst, was reaching for his sword.

“Not yet!” he growled. “Wait!

The gaur is hiding Eowyn from me—he rubbed his forehead, and ran his hand over his wet hair—it is clouding my mind, or clouding hers, but its own anger is shining bright, giving it away, because—

“She has injured it,” he cried. “She has stood up to it, and humiliated it, and—oh, Valar—how it hates her! Come, Osgar! Run! Eowyn needs us!”

Gimli jumped down between the roots of the great mallorn, and peered around in the gloom. “Where is she?”

The March Warden said nothing; he reached out, detached something from the tree bark, and held it out for the dwarf to see.

“Elven cloth,” said Gimli. “From her leggings, by the looks…” He took the tiny fragment in his gloved fingers and, shielding it from the rain, examined it carefully. “No sign of blood,” he concluded, hopefully.

The elf, meanwhile, had crouched down in the shelter of the tree, and was searching for tracks. “It had her captive here,” he said. “She was moving about—struggling—but her footprints do not lead anywhere.” He looked upwards. There were no stairs close by; the nearest flets were high in the trees. “It is as though she and the gaur both vanished into thin air…”

“Well, they cannot have gone far,” said Gimli, practically. “Not in the few moments since we heard her voice.”

He climbed out of the hollow with a grunt. “And she did not sound like a helpless victim to me,”—he batted the dripping undergrowth with the flat of his axe—“that lassie is a warrior,”—he suddenly remembered where he was, offered a silent apology to the Lady, and continued his search more carefully. “Wait a minute! Look! Under here!” He leaned down, pushing the leaves aside with his arm. “She got away!”

Haldir sprang out of the hollow and came up beside him. “She was running,” he agreed, “and the gaur leaped after her—here is where it landed.” He turned to the dwarf. “Its footprints lie on top of hers, Gimli. It is chasing her as a wolf chases its prey!”

Title: Cat and mouse
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings
Characters: Eowyn/Legolas
Prompt: 87 life
Word Count: 400
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Part 44.

Eowyn sprinted through the rain, driving her arms—as Theodred had once taught her—to hasten her feet. She had dropped her sword some yards back, and was now unarmed, save for the little hunting knife she had promised Hobbie.

She leaped atop a spur of rock, dropped down the other side, and raced on.

She dared not take the time to look back, but she did not need to: she could hear the gaur’s breathing, harsh and feral, close behind her.

She jumped, and cleared a tree root.

Gods, she had been foolish!

With the gaur at its most vulnerable, doubled over and clutching its groin, she had gone in for the kill, striking at its unprotected neck.

“Silver!” she had cried. And the creature’s hand had instantly come up, caught her blade, and pushed it away.

She had missed her target.

But, even so, the sword had bitten deep into its palm and, for a long moment, she had thought that she still might triumph, for the fine spines of silver, welded to the steel by an elven blacksmith, must surely have had some effect?

The gaur had simply held up its hand, and shown her its uncorrupted flesh.

Eowyn had taken to her heels.

She veered right, pounding down the muddy track. The rain was heavy now, making the going hard, and she was tiring—her throat was burning, her chest had begun to ache, and her legs were numb below the knee—but, panting, she pushed on.

If I could just double back, and find my way to Legolas…

She stumbled, recovered, and ran on, painfully aware that she was slowing down. And it occurred to her, then, that the gaur could easily have overtaken her. You are playing with me, she thought. Why?

But she already knew the answer: Because you want me to think I might escape you! Because proving me wrong will make your victory so much sweeter!

Well, you are just giving Legolas more time to find me!

That thought revived her and, digging deep within herself, she put on an extra spurt, suddenly hopeful—until, a few yards further down the trail, she slipped in the mud and turned her ankle.

She staggered on, but every step cut through her joint like a knife, and she knew that it was over.

Legolas will find me, she thought. But he will be too late


Posted by: Amanchu (the_tim_world)
Posted at: February 25th, 2009 02:38 am (UTC)

Oooo, more? Soon?

Posted by: ningloreth (ningloreth)
Posted at: February 26th, 2009 10:18 am (UTC)

Hello! Glad you liked it! I'm working on the next part, and I'll get it up as soon as I can (though I'm going to be busy at the weekend :-(

Posted by: Amanchu (the_tim_world)
Posted at: February 26th, 2009 11:12 pm (UTC)

I went to your site, and started to re-read the stories. :) I can't wait for more. Have fun this weekend!

Posted by: ningloreth (ningloreth)
Posted at: February 28th, 2009 01:02 am (UTC)

Oh, great! I'm glad you like the website!

(I'm buying a house at the moment, which is very scary, and I'm going there to measure up the rooms because I don't have any furniture yet ;-)

Posted by: Amanchu (the_tim_world)
Posted at: February 28th, 2009 01:34 am (UTC)

You're stories are the reason I got in to that ship! :)

Ooo, sounds more like work then fun.

Posted by: curiouswombat (curiouswombat)
Posted at: February 25th, 2009 08:40 am (UTC)
Deadly Force

Meep! And Legolas! Double meep!

Posted by: ningloreth (ningloreth)
Posted at: February 26th, 2009 10:16 am (UTC)

Yes, poor Leggy! We do put him through it :-)

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: May 31st, 2010 04:34 pm (UTC)
Legolas and Eowyn are NOT couple!

Fake pairing!They are not couple.Legolas does not love Eowyn and she is totally in love with her true husband Faramir.
Faramir/Eowyn=best couple!

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