“Are you sure you want to sleep out here tonight?”

One strong arm around her waist, Legolas led Eowyn across their pretty garden flet to the canopied bed set beneath the arching carantaur branches.

Eowyn smiled. True, Yule was fast approaching, and the weather had grown noticeably cooler, but her elf was always happiest under the stars. “Quite sure, Lassui.”

“Then I must keep you nice and warm.”

“And how are you going to do that?” she asked, laughing.

“Well,” said Legolas, bending in to kiss her, “I do have one idea.” He gathered her closer.

“Show me,” said Eowyn.