Answers to the word cloud quiz.

1 From the Eowyn/Legolas challenge, part 8:

Confident now, the man charged at her a third time, hammering left and right, quickly smashing her final shield to pieces. Eowyn dropped the broken wood. The man raised his sword—

“It is over,” said the talkative Beorning. “She is already dead—”

But his words were swallowed by a great cheer as Eowyn nimbly stepped aside and, grasping her sword in both hands and using the flat of her blade, delivered a perfectly-timed blow to the back of her opponent’s head.

Thorkell bogsveigir’s legs crumpled beneath him.

2 From Season of Mists, chapter 7:

“Melmenya,”—kiss—“oh, melmenya,”—kiss—“mmm, melmenya…”

His mouth and his hands were everywhere at once—devouring her lips, kissing her throat, cupping her breasts, nuzzling her neck; and then his penis was thrusting and filling her, thrusting and filling, and every heart-stopping stroke was making her body arch and twist with joy.

“Oh—Lassui, my—my Lassui…”

After the savagery of the afternoon and the torture of the banquet, she had expected him to cover her like a stallion—and she would have welcomed it—but this was tenderness; this was marriage; and, as she basked in its sunshine, she sensed the emotions of their guests, deeply moved by the love they were seeing expressed before them.

3 From the Yuletide Calendar 2007, day 14:

And, without exception—after passing the time of day with Legolas and Eowyn—the women would ask the carter to wait, and would run indoors, and return with a gift for Melannen—with sweetmeats, or cake, or with a pair of woollen mittens—and the boy would thank them, shyly.

And, for the rest of their lives, the women of the valley would delight in telling their families and friends of the unexpected visit they had received from the beautiful elven couple and their adorable little son.

4 The postscript to Shadowland:

“I have cleaned your study, master, and locked away your materials. Will that be all?”

Pharaun smiled. Hearing her address him as ‘master’ always gave him a profound pleasure. “Yes, you may retire now.”

“Thank you, master.” She curtsied.

The drow waited until her hand was on the door latch, then, “No,” he said. She turned. “I have changed my mind.”

He saw something wild flicker in her pale eyes and he smiled, thinking of the night of verbal and physical jousting that would follow the order he was about to give.

“Take off your gown, Wilawen, and come to me…”

5 From the Yuletide Calendar 2005, day 11:

They wandered along the narrow streets, stopping at each gaily lit booth to examine the wares on sale and to buy mugs of steaming ale—“Goodness, it is strong!” said Hentmirë, handing hers to Gimli—and roasted chestnuts—“Let me take off the shells for you, melmenya,”—and spiced pastries. Eowyn bought a necklace of red, green and white beans from a little boy who tugged at her hand. And Hentmirë paid for a very expensive sheet of parchment, painstakingly inscribed in the finest calligraphy, by a young scholar (with frost-bitten fingers), which read,

Legolas, Eowyn, Hentmirë and Gimli, son of Gloin.
Walked on the ice
on
the twenty-fourth day of Girithron
year Two of the Fourth Age.

She rolled it carefully and stowed it in her bag. “Shall we hire skates, Gimli?”

The dwarf looked to the elf for support.

6 From Shadowland, chapter 1:

Eowyn smiled.

A very affectionate—and pleasantly well-endowed—elf had snuggled up behind her, wrapping his arms around her, and was nuzzling her ear, and rubbing her buttocks with an eager erection.

Gods… Eowyn closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

One of the elf’s hands wandered upwards and cupped her breast, gently lifting and kneading it.

Dear gods. Eowyn’s smile broadened, but she kept her eyes closed, and her body still.

Now the elf’s soft mouth was biting her neck, and his other hand was kneading her belly, and his penis…

Oh, gods! Somehow, his penis had slipped between her legs and was firmly pressing against her most sensitive flesh.

Eowyn’s body responded with a pool of moisture. I could happily die like this…

7 From The enemy of my enemy, part 2:

Maul did nothing to help—an apprentice must learn from her own mistakes.

But learn she did!

To the Sith’s astonishment, he felt a great seething whirlpool in the Force as this untrained human used her fury to suck in power and hurl it at the massive beast, terrifying it into submission. And this time her strike, guided by the dark side, was sure and deadly.

The remaining creatures—cowardly brutes—were already disappearing into the forest.

Maul extinguished his lightsabre.

8 From The time of the orcs has come, chapter 5:

The merman stretched out its thin grey hand and traced its finger from her cheek to her chin. Eowyn tried to pull away, but two of its orc-subjects were holding her fast. The merman slid its hand down her throat and over her breast, stroking her scaly green skin, and laughed. "You are indeed a mer-maid," it hissed, "for, even asss we ssspeak, your flesh is changing. Sssoon you will be a creature of the sssea—and I will take you asss my mate, for I tire of sssolitude!"

Then the merman took her hand and, suddenly, they were swimming—diving and rolling and gliding through the sea, swimming through gardens of bright, waving sea-flowers and shoals of darting fish. And the merman was smiling and beckoning her into its rocky bed.

9 From To the Sea, to the Sea, chapter 8:

I must get back… Get back… Where? Legolas climbed up the spiral staircase. Someone is waiting for me… Someone.

He stepped out into the courtyard and looked up at the glorious blue sky. Three white birds were circling above the castle, crying plaintively.

Gulls, he thought, turning round and round, watching them swoop and glide. Look at the gulls! How lonely they sound, calling to the sea…

The sea.

Of course, how could I have forgotten?

The sea is waiting for me.

10 From the Shadowland teaser:

She turned, crying out in relief, “Lassui! Oh, Lassui! I was so worried about you!”—and flew to him, arms outstretched.

Legolas pushed her away. “Princess Eowyn,” he said, coldly, “these are my private chambers.”

“Lassui?” She stared up at his angry face. “What is wrong?”

“Please,” he said, “make yourself decent.” He pulled the coverlet from the bed and handed it to her, disdainfully averting his eyes. “And stop using that ridiculous nickname.”

11 From the The strange sea road, chapter 11:

He was interrupted by the chilling sound of a great Galadhrim bow being fully drawn. "Turn," said Haldir, "and face death like an elf."

"March Warden?" Legolas raised his hands in a peacemaking gesture. "Something has happened to you, Haldir: you are not yourself." He took a step forward. "Lower your bow."

"You are not good enough for her," said Haldir, taking a step back. "You never were good enough for her. She deserves so much more than you—"

Sitting motionless on the rock beside him, Eowyn began to make a strange keening sound.

"It will soon be over, meleth nín," said Haldir, "and then we will be together."

"Haldir," said Legolas, quietly, "these are not your own thoughts. Baalhanno is still inside your mind. Fight him."

"He is lying, Haldir," said Hentmirë. "Kill him."

"What? Oh, gwendithen nín!" cried Legolas. He turned towards the little woman in disbelief, just as Haldir loosed the arrow.

12 From the The strange sea road, chapter 9:

"They are already dead," cried Eowyn. "But perhaps we can dismember them!" She ran forward, sword raised, and struck at one of the stragglers, severing its spine—and the creature fell to the ground, its legs still walking where they lay.

Then Legolas, following her lead, drew his white knife and began removing heads and arms with surgical precision; and Eowyn, at his side, continued hacking and slashing with her scimitar. Rapidly, they cut a path to their friends.

13 From the The usual suspects, chapter 14:

Wolfram watched the fat little woman, elf-boy and the dwarf slowly turning the courtyard garden into a souk. He glanced to his right. Another beggar had taken up residence on his patch of wasteland, not ten yards away. Planning to live off the little woman’s charity, he thought.

It was annoying, but it did not matter. Two hours, thought Wolfram. Two hours and I will be inside the house, claiming my prize. He would pleasure My Lady in her own bedchamber, then leave Carhilivren, follow the Silk Road, and try his chances in the East.

Unless… He smiled, wolfishly. Unless, that is, My Lady decides to come with me.

Either way, he would not be sitting outside the house much longer.

14 From the My bow shall sing with your sword, chapter 2:

He stumbled to his feet and, with something less than elven grace, half ran towards the radiant woman, holding out his hand: "My lady?"

A murmur of surprise—and some disapproval—rippled through his guests, but Legolas ignored it. The Valar have answered my prayer, he thought, she is my heart's own choice.

"My lady?"

Slowly, the woman raised her eyes and studied his face. For a long, heart-faltering moment Legolas though she might refuse him. But then she rose to her feet and accepted his hand.

And suddenly, Legolas could restrain himself no longer—he swept Eowyn into his arms and whirled her round and carried her, both of them laughing, to the centre of the threshing floor, where he lowered her to the ground and kissed her, passionately.