A Burden and a Blessing

A.N: Remember writing is for FUN.

Warnings: not a traditional canon story. Eowyn's POV.. Drabble

Pairings:Eowyn and Legolas

Disclaimer: i dont own any of the characters

~A Burden and a Blessing~

The constant drum of the waterfall has nearly numbed my hearing as I
stood gazing out across the enticing pool of crystal clear water. I
was awed at the beauty that surrounded me; who knew that within the
depths of a dark forest, a place as breathtaking and bright as this
could exist? I slowly began to remove my confining clothing as I
silently wished that I could live here for eternity. This enchanted
area, one that was secluded yet inviting; a place I never knew to be
real has captivated me more than I thought possible. This was
something I would cherish; most of my kin, men, would have robbed
this land of its natural elements and left the land barren… but
elves…elves saw this land for its beauty and potential; they
would let the land thrive in its true and undisturbed state.

Sighing, I slowly descended into the crystal clear water, causing
ripples to caress the moons reflection. Walking in deeper, I
relished in the sensation that courses through my body. The contrast
of my warm skin to the cool water sent delicious shivers up and down
my spine. Being here, I could almost compare to being in a
lover's embrace, I felt safe and protected, but, there was a sense of
falsehood in that statement... I have never been in a lover's
embrace. Silence envelops me and I welcome the relaxed muscles that
finally gave up on their attempts to stay tense.

I ducked under then resurfaced and slowly opened my eyes, my vision
now filled with the figure perched at the waters edge, the divine
shape that I would grow to love. The divine shape that will make me
forget the life I could not live with a man I could not have.

"A burden and a blessing you are." I whisper to myself.

Climbing out of the water I face the charismatic being that would
ease my loneliness. Flaxen hair, chiseled features and sapphire eyes
that were filled with wisdom and knowing. Though this Prince before
me is more than I could have asked for, he is not the one I yearned
for. A certain king has my stolen my heart, but one day, one day I
may have the courage to take it back and give it to this elf.

I learned long ago that dwelling on the past brings only bitterness
and sadness, but it seems that the past will not cease to haunt me.
If I am to survive, I must live for the future, but, that will be a
hard thing to do…especially for me; albeit, maybe…maybe this
Prince before me could be my future and a reason to live…just maybe.

As I held his gaze, I found I was right; the stone wall that I had
so carefully built around the hollowness that was my heart began to
crumble slowly and the empty space where my heart used to be was
beginning to fill up little by little. I could feel compassion
radiating from this elf and it brought tears to my eyes…why me?
Why is it I that he cares for and not someone that is of his own kin? I
am not worthy of him…he is a prince…and I…I am nothing.

A gentle breeze swept across my body and ruffled my hair, its caress
having no affect on me. I only stood there and found that my flesh
was heating in his presence.

`How is this possible? My heart is for one man and one man
alone.' I thought.

But he is no man…he is an elf.

My eyes widened at the realization… my body was reacting to
someone other than Aragorn, and I was allowing it. This Prince has rekindled
a fire I assumed had died years ago. I broke our gaze and looked
down, a blush crawling to my cheeks. I turned around and walked back
to the edge of the pool and got out. With my head still down, I
started to walk back to where my clothing still lay in a disheveled
heap. I bent down to pick them up when I felt a hand cup my chin and
force my head up, thus causing me to stand up straight.

I stood in front of him, my eyes still downcast. I was afraid that
if he looked into my eyes, he would see my soul and the emptiness
that it carried. I couldn't allow him to see that for I knew that
he would pity me and I did not want pity.

But, as he lifted my chin even more, I could not help but look into
his eyes… I saw no pity in them. Instead I saw a warmth that I
cannot describe, but I also saw something else…

Love, I saw love.

My eyes filled with tears again and he smiled. Closing the distance
between us, he caressed my cheek then kissed the soft flesh behind
my ear; the action sending chills up my spine. My wall was gone and
my heart was back…but it was lost to him in almost an instant.
For the first time in many long years, I allowed myself to live…I
allowed myself to love.

The feel of his hands, his lips, just the feel of him was
overwhelming my every sense. The thought that he was out of my
league fled far from my mind. At that point in time, I was willing
to give anything to stay in this moment forever. An impossible wish
it was, but a genuine wish nonetheless.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts, that I did not realize he had
rid himself of his own clothing. I looked into his eyes and was
mesmerized; I was looking into the eyes that harbored a love and
desire beyond the reaches of a human…one that only an elf could
attain. Then I smiled, I smile my first true smile since the war of
the One Ring. How could I have been so blind? This is the person I
have always dreamed of; he is elegant and beautiful, inside and out,
he is charming and gentlemanly…why did I not realize this sooner?
I
mentally shook my head then refocused my attentions the angel before
me; his ethereal glow dazed me.

This was going to be a night to remember.

As he made love to me I grasped every moment of pleasure, as if my
life depended on it. I took each moment and stored them in both my
memory and heart. Oh, how this elf evoked the love that had once
abandoned my heart.

"Thank you." I whispered.

A life with Legolas doesn't seem like such a burden after all.

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