The
Warden, the Lady
By b5delenn (Victoria)
Contact Email:
delenn@telefonica.net
Beta Name: not yet
Rating: NC17
Main Characters: Rumil, Eowyn
Written For: Foo-Foo
Request: It doesn't have to be these two... I have this yen for
warriors and het passion. I can see Eowyn as half-elven (hey, it's my
fantasy, right?) Perhaps they're adversaries on the practice field and
lovers behind closed doors. I'm good for any rating, but I will say this
- my favorite fics are RACY!
Genre(s): Romance
Word Count: 5160
Summary: The One Ring is destroyed. Honoured guest, Galadriel and
Celeborn arrive at Minas Tirith to assist to the wedding of King Elessar
and their granddaughter Arwen Undomiel. Eowyn have recovered from his
encounter with the Witch King but she feels hollow. Maybe there are
surprises waiting for her among the elves…
Author Notes: As much as I like Faramir, Eowyn is not with him in
this story, so AU and Non-Canon. This is book-verse so no elves in
Helm’s deep and Haldir is alive, Yeeeeah!
Chapter 1: The warden
Long years have come since then but I remember the first time I lay
my eyes upon her. The darkness had been defeated. Sauron was no more. A
little hobbit had taken the weight of the evil over his very soul and in
the inner fire of Mount Doom the One Ring had been destroyed. It was
said that a woman had defeated the Witch King of Angmar. The fourth age
belonged to the young races, just as Galadriel had once told them.
The white stones of Minas Tirith shone like the spirit of its people
that morning. As my duty of warden I had come to the city of the men,
escorting our lady Galadriel and our Lord Celeborn to the wedding of
their granddaughter. Before the White Tower of Ecthelion king Elessar
took Arwen Undomiel as his mate and queen. And there I saw her, trying
so hard to disguise her sadness behind her proud demeanor that she was
like a cold, perfect statue. The inner light of the Eldar, invisible to
anyone but immortals poured from her and I wondered who that intriguing
elleth was. I was immersed in my musings as I felt the elbow of my older
brother impacting against my side.
“She is beautiful, isn’t she?” Haldir whispered in my ear.
“Who is she? What is an elleth doing among these humans?” I gestured
toward the young man who had her hand in the crook of his elbow.
“He is Eomer, young king of Roham and she is her sister, Lady Eowyn”
my brother shot me a meaningful glance as I looked at him in surprise.
“That is not possible, he is a man and she is…”
“I know, little brother” he cut me “She is from the Eldar” Then
Haldir sauntered away, no doubt to find some woman to dance, leaving me
in turmoil.
The next morning I came to the Lady of the Light to find out about
the intriguing elleth. As always Galadriel spoke in riddles but by the
end I have at least some answers: the white lady was a peredhel, half
sister to Eomer, king of Rohan; she didn’t know her true heritage, she
thought she was mortal.
“Why do you entrust me with this secret when she is the one who
should know her true nature?” I forgot myself in my ire. Such
magnificent creature should be among his kind. It was bad enough that
The Evenstar had given up her immortality for the love of a man, even if
that one was the king of the men. Then I watched the sadness in the eyes
of my lady and I bowed my head in shame. I was just removing in her
wounds for she was the one losing yet another dear one “Forgive me, my
lady. That was rude”
“It’s not my destiny to show her who she is, Rumil of Lorien” I
didn’t dare to meet her gaze but she lifted my chin with her warm hand.
Her eyes were now kind and tender, the same I recalled as a child when I
assaulted her with endless questions “You have always been a restless
spirit, my good warden but you have to have faith”
I found myself following the young elleth, watching her from afar
every single moment. I heard that she was the one who had defeated the
king of the Nazgul and I couldn’t help but feel proud of her.
One morning I was watching her in the practice fields as she wielded
the sword with deadly grace. She was quite good and I imagine how much
she could learn under my tutelage. I could teach her tricks with the
weapon she surely didn’t know, the art of the bow…how to ride an ellon
to oblivion and beyond.
“I’m tired of your games. Show yourself” I was so absorbed in my
little daydream that her clear voice startled me. I chuckled. I should
have known that she would feel my presence.
I dropped from the tree before her. Sweet Eru, but she was gorgeous
even in the leggings and tunic she favoured to train “Forgive my
rudeness, my lady” I bowed as I spoke “I could not help but enjoy the
view”
She perused me with cold eyes but her cheeks tinted with a lovely
blush “I’m sure a warrior elf can find more amusing ways to spend his
time”
“But who says I’m a warrior”
“Your sword says” she pointed at my hip.
She sound like a captain dismissing a plain soldier and I did my best
not to laugh “I’m Rumil of Lorien” At her silence I added “May I have
the name of such lovely shield maiden?”
“Are you mocking me? I have better thing to do than to amuse you” her
blue eyes flashed furiously and if looks could kill I would be dead elf.
I unsheathed my sword “Shall you fight with me, my lady?”
“I’m not your lady” By the Valar but she was stubborn “And I’m not so
naïve to think I can win you with the sword”
“But that shall not stop you from trying” I launched a taunting
thrust with my sword and she deflected as easily.
“As I said, Lord Rumil, I am not your lady” she replied before she
began her own attack.
We performed a spirited dance of thrusts and parries. She was fast
but my centuries of experience gave me an edge someone as young as her
did not have. With a harder flick of my wrist I disarmed her, sending
her sword flying out of the field. Using my superior strength I
submitted her, holding her arms at the small of her back and forcing her
small, delectable body to lean against my frame.
She tried to break free, squirming as she mumbled something that I
supposed could be rohirrim curses. It only served to rub her breast
enticingly against my chest, setting my groin on fire. She stopped short
and looked at me, breathless and flushed, no doubt feeling the poke of
my erection against her belly.
“Now that you have made your point, Lord Rumil” again she stressed
the ‘lord’ “you can release me”
“But I must take my reward after a fair battle” I did not think in
the consequences, did not give a damn. I just did what my body and soul
commanded me, I released her arms only to trap her slender waist and I
smashed my mouth against her lips in ravenous hunger.
I felt the moment she surrendered, when her hands left their pounding
in my arms to wound themselves in my hair. I ravaged her mouth, invading
her with my tongue to taste the sweetness that welcomed me. She
moaned…or was it me? It didn’t matter, nothing matter anymore, only she
and me and passion. I did not know her, neither did she really know
herself, but I had to have her. I wanted what my guts told me was
rightful mine.
Reluctantly I left her mouth to watch her lovely face. She was
looking at me with dazzled eyes, her swollen lips wet and open and her
breath disturbed. I would love nothing more than to take her right there
against a tree but she deserved so much more…
"Shall you have me?" At my hoarse question she just nodded and I
wanted to proclaim my joy to the stars. Taking her small hand I lead her
to the little room I had been given. In the way I tried to calm my
eagerness, I was so hard that I was aching.
As we reach the room I flattened her against the door to taste again
the sweetness of her mouth. I cupped the small mounds of her breasts as
I grinded my heavy erection against her belly. I was joyous to find her
as eager and passionate as me, whimpering in excitement and groping my
back with hungry hands.
"Take me now, make me forget the world" she whimpered and I was more
than happy to oblige. With nervous fingers I unbuttoned her tunic. Her
pert breasts sprang free, silk soft mounds crowned with hardened pink
nipples. I bend to taste one berry bud in my mouth, licking around the
velvety areola, teasing with my teeth and sucking her as she moaned in
helpless need.
I fell to my knees before her and worked the ties of her leggings.
Under the fabric, softly rounded hips and lean thighs framed the bush of
golden curls that guarded her feminine flesh. I sank my face against her
mound, teasing her with my hot breath as I revealed in the clean scent
of her innocence.
"You smell so good, my lady" I pinned her with my gaze letting her
see the yearning in my eyes "I shall taste you Eowyn"
With my fingers I spread her nether lips to sink my tongue in her
flesh. She was slick and she taste like passion and arousal and female.
I laved her with my tongue, feasting in her female flesh like a starving
man. I sank my tongue in her opening and then suckled her swollen clit
in my mouth. Her moans and whimpers reached my ears like music. I
brought her leg to my shoulder, opening her to my invasion. The sounds
of her ecstasy escalated in little screams as she reached her peak and a
rush of moisture flooded from her core. I lapped at her juices as I held
her trembling legs.
With her hands still anchoring my hair I allowed her a moment to
recover her breath as I peppered kisses over her flat belly. I got up to
my full height realizing then how small she was, reaching just my
shoulder with the top of her head. How vulnerable, how fragile…and she
had defeated the evil, almost died before the witch king. I felt a wave
of tenderness I had never experienced before.
I took her in my arms and in two strides I reached my small bed,
where I carefully I put her. I divested of my clothes as she watched me,
flushed and yet breathless. Her eyes widened when they fell on my
erection and I could not help but grin, feeling predator and powerful at
her perusal. I could say that it was the first time she had seen a naked
elf.
"You have not known male yet"
"No" her reply held a mix of arousal and awareness.
"Do not fear my lady for I want only to give you pleasure"
I covered her small body with mine. My shaft lay heavy and aching
against her thigh but I fought the need to bury myself in her softness,
kissing her breasts as I tested her core with my fingers. She was slick
with her previous orgasm, ready to take me inside her body.
"It may hurt but I promise it will be brief" I poised my erection
against her soft opening and thrust as gently as possible, her slick,
tight flesh yielding to my thickness. I felt her tense but just a
whimper came from her lips.
At my questioning glare she smiled "It just sting" I nodded as I
pulled out until only the head of my shaft remained inside her, then I
thrust again. She was wet, hot and so incredibly tight I thought I would
spill myself right then like an inexperienced youngling.
Her hips moved in synchrony with mine, her pointed nipples brushing
against my chest deliciously. I fought the need to take her like a mad
elf, gently stroking until I heard her whispered plea…
"Harder!" She gripped my ass, digging her fingers in my flesh as I
thrust harder, faster, losing myself in the ecstasy of her tight shelf.
Not too gentle grunts joined her cries, the slap of flesh against flesh
as background melody. Her cries escalating and her fingernails digging
in my muscle, I knew she was close, oh so close to the edge… My balls
tightened against my body and I knew I was a pair of thrust away to
come.
"Come for me Eowyn…come now" With the last remnants of my sanity I
realized I would be happy to loose myself between her legs and never
come back for air. I felt the rhythmic spasm of her core as she screamed
her climax and with the next thrust I convulsed inside her gripping body
as I emptied myself inside her welcoming depths.
I collapsed against the soft cushion of her body. In the bliss of the
aftermath I noticed briefly how lovely mattress my lady was. We stayed
in embrace, a tangle of limbs as we learned to breathe again. I watched
her face, her eyes looking at me with trust and need…and sadness. I knew
that look, the bitter acceptance of something that could not happen. I
felt my anger rose to full bloom, the truth had been denied to this
magnificent creature and it was going to end just then and there. I knew
I loved her for the thought of loose her to a misguidance was ripping my
heart apart.
"Will you be mine Eowyn?"
Her lips curved in a bittersweet smile "You know my name. I thought
elves didn't lie"
I kissed her luscious lips "I never said I did not know it"
She laughed a clear musical sound that bathed my senses. Then I
realized that we were still joined and I gently disentangled myself from
her body, dropping to my side to face her.
"You have not answer my question, my lady"
"For there is no answer to your request, my beloved elf" I saw her
eyes shimmering with tears and my soul cried for hers "What future could
have an elf and a mortal? I know which destiny would await us. I will
grow old and die and you would fade from a broken heart"
I caressed her chin, her jaw, the gentle curve of her cheek as I
replied "If there is a way to be together, Will you be mine?"
"I would love nothing more to be yours, to sleep every night in the
comfort of your arms, to awaken every morning in the passion of your
embrace but"
"Is that a yes Eowyn?" I cut her.
"Yes Rumil, it is a yes to a beautiful, impossible dream" She stroked
my chest, my belly. I stilled her distracting hands.
"Eowyn I will no fade for you will not die. You are half elf, a
peredhel"
She broke in pearls of laughter that infuriated me "I did not know
you elves were such a joking lot!"
"I am not joking Eowyn! Ask another elf, damn it! Ask the Lady
Galadriel if you do not believe me" I watched the change in her face,
the widening in her eyes as she fought to accept what I had revealed.
"You are wrong, I was born from Théodwyn, sister to Théoden, Eomer is
my brother" the tears spilled in her face as she leapt from the bed and
began to dress "You are wrong!"
"Eomer is your half brother for he is mortal and your mother…it is
obvious she knew an elf"
"You are lying!" she cried out at me. I just wanted to take her in my
arms and erase the pain in her voice, but she must know the truth.
"Why would I lie to you Eowyn? Look inside your heart, you know it is
true I speak" I reached for her but she slid from my grasp and got to
the door.
"I have to go" And she fled from my side.
For six days I did not see Eowyn. I had heard from Orophin that she
and her brother had come to Galadriel. It seemed that Eomer king had
demanded from the Lady to severely punish the elf who had upset her
little sister so badly. Galadriel had told him that she could not punish
me for telling the truth. I had to say that I was secretly impressed by
the young king; it certainly required courage to come to Galadriel with
demands.
I felt miserable and I shamed myself paying my desperation with my
brothers. After a heated argument that ended with a bloody nose for
Orophin and a bruised jaw for me I accepted that I was being a pain in
the ass for those who loved me.
“Forgive me brother” I told Orophin as Haldir healed his nose “You
did not deserve my ire”
“You are damn right I did not!” Orophin drawled “I have never seen
you in such state for any other elleth”
“She is not another one” I should look so pathetic that Orophin
softened.
“Do you love her?” I silently nodded “Then don’t let her go even if
you have to bend her over your shoulder and take her to the Gray Heavens
yourself” He slapped my back as I went to my room to mull over my
misery.
In the morning of the seventh day I woke up angry and determined.
Angry because she stubbornly denied the truth and determined to have her
at any cost. I was thinking of ways to convince the thick-headed elleth
and the idea of Orophin was beginning to sound quite attractive when I
heard a rap in my door. I opened it to find Eowyn standing there. I
resisted the impulse to crush her in my arms as I made her a gesture to
come inside. She did and sat in my bed as I paced my room like a cadged
beast trying to cool my temper.
“Do you come here to doubt my word again my lady?”
She sighed as she dropped her gaze to her lap “No Rumil. I did not
come to doubt your word nor I came here to engage a verbal sparring” I
was shocked at her calm demeanor. “I came because I am tired of hiding,
of denial. I came seeking for the peace I only find in your arms” She
got up and came to my embrace, laying her head in my chest. I did not
dare breathing, fearing I would break the moment.
“Make love to me, Rumil. Make me forget the truth”
We made love along that day several times, learning the secrets of
our bodies and we stayed in my room at night, lost in each other’s
embrace. We did not speak of the future for neither of us wanted to
break the thin peace we found in our mutual joy. At the dawn of the next
morning the reality crashed upon us.
“I part this morn” Her words washed over my soul like a chilling
river and I held her tightly.
“Come with me Eowyn, beloved”
“My people, my brother needs me” Tears rolled from her eyes and my
heart wept as well.
“Your brother will die one day. What will you do then, an elleth
alone in the Middle Earth?” I felt fury bubbling inside me “I will not
sail to the West without you Eowyn. Before the last ship parts I will
send for you and you will come to me”
She laughed between sobs ”Why my lord, you are such a bully with your
lady” She searched my gaze with hers as she reply to my not so veiled
order “When you call for me I will come for my life would be empty
without you”
Chapter 2: The lady
The year of the fallen of the Evil was the beginning of my life. I
had always been in a beautiful cage. I was supposed to marry well, to
give children to my husband and to be a proper lady as was required from
a woman born noble. Eowyn of Rohan had a well carved path in her life.
But I always had felt a stranger in that carefully designed place.
My restlessness brought me to join the rohirrim to fight at Pelennor
fields. There I knew the true evil, I felt it in my soul when the Nazgul
towered over me, my dying uncle at my back. The evil being was defeated
at last, with the help of the good halfling Merry. But the restless did
not leave my soul, the same feeling which brought me to think I was in
love with Aragorn. It was a mirage, another way to find that freedom my
heart craved.
It was the wedding of Aragorn which brought me again to Minas Tirith.
The people were happy but I did not find peace for I have my own battle
warring inside my heart. And there I knew him, who would change my very
destiny. Rumil of Lorien came to me in a practice field, engaged me in a
mocking combat but it was my very soul he won. He taught me the passion
of two bodies straining together to find the ecstasy and that same day
he destroyed the vision of myself.
When he revealed my true heritage I did not believe him, did not want
to believe him. I came to my brother in fury, accusing him of concealing
the truth from me only to find him as confused and irate as me. We went
to the Lady of the Light only to confirm what my soul told me was the
plain truth: my mother had known an elf and I was the outcome of their
joining. Why that particular elf had chosen to father a child was
unknown even for Galadriel, since elves can choose when to procreate.
Maybe he had a vision of the future; maybe he knew I would be the one to
defeat the king of the Nazgul. Maybe he just wanted a legacy to leave
behind as he sailed west.
For days I was in my room, watching the ceiling as I tried to
reconcile my entire life with the truth. The joyous truth that claimed
Rumil and I could be together for eternity and the painful truth that
mean I would see those who I loved from childhood grow old and die. Then
a morning I fell from my astonishment: I needed to see Rumil, even one
last time, to right the wrong.
When I came to him he was angry and desperate. I felt the calm that
only come with acceptance. I needed his love, I needed the peace his
embrace gave me and so I told him. In his arms my soul chose immortality
as he kissed me breathless. I knew I would part the next day and we
would not see each other until I left behind my old life, but this
moment was ours.
As he explored my mouth with his velvety tongue I explored the silk
skin of his bare chest. I eagerly fought with the bind of his leggings.
In a tangle of lips and limbs he peeled me from my gown. I forced him to
sit in the bed as I kneeled between his powerful thighs. I had heard the
women in my land spoke of things that could make a man wild with
arousal, they spoke about the power the woman held over the man in those
moments. In that instant, despite my submissive pose at his feet I
understood their words when I looked up at him and found his dark blue
eyes simmering with lust.
“As you tasted me the other day I now want to taste you, my lord” I
saw the impact of my words in his heavy breathing and even more heavy
maleness. Until I had been with him I had never thought of the male body
as something beautiful. I had seen naked men before in the bath house.
But nothing could prepare me for the beautiful, utterly male power of
his body. Incredibly tall, with long powerful limbs, and a wide muscled
body that gave testament of his worth as a warrior. The defined
shoulders and arms of an archer and the marble hard torso and belly of a
swordsman, he was so perfect and male that I could not help feel small
and feminine.
The long thickness of his erection rose between his legs, proudly
reaching his navel and I felt a shiver of arousal ran up my spine. I
could not help but wonder how I had fitted all of him inside of me. I
tested him with my hands, his girth overwhelming the circle of my grip.
His male flesh was rock hard and branded my hands, so hot it was. I
licked at the pearl that pooled in his slit and gloried in the moan that
came from his mouth.
I made up for my lack of experience with teasing licks and nips. I
felt his thighs tensing with eagerness. A growl vibrated in his broad
chest and I revealed in the fact that I could transform such perfect
being in a purring beast. I ended the sweet torment sucking the red head
and then by pure instinct I took as much as I could inside, filling my
mouth with his flesh. I bobbed my head up and down, moving one hand
along his length and fondling his heavy sack with the other.
Soon I felt his balls tightening and his breath coming in short raspy
gasps. I wanted him to loose control, to find release in my mouth as I
had found in his. And he did, crying out my name hoarsely and fisting my
hair as I drank from him.
I had barely swallowed the proof of his pleasure when he dragged me
at my feet only to engulf me in his embrace. His lips crushed against
mine and he invaded my mouth, our tongues sharing his taste. He forced
me to straddle his lap and my slick folds rubbed against his groin. He
bloomed to full hardness in amazing seconds and the velvety head of his
shaft teased my aching clit. I had to have him.
Grabbing his marbled erection in one hand I guided him to my eager
opening, impaling myself in his flesh. His back fell to the bed and he
gripped my hips, grinning smugly like a conqueror “Ride me my lady”
I did not need further encouragement as I rose from him, my inner
walls gripping his thickness in frantic need, only to push down,
stuffing myself to his balls. I was stretched almost to the point of
pain but my body had a mind of its own as I gripped his powerful thighs
to ride him hard and fast.
Too soon I began to fault my rhythm for the climax was hunting me
with voracious speed, blooming in my belly and spreading all the way to
my toes. My clit throbbed as the wave washed over me and I screamed to
the heavens my love for him as I came. The grip of his big hands was my
anchor to sanity as he thrust up frantically against me, crying out my
name in ecstasy as he spent himself inside my body, filling my insides
with his hot seed. I lay spent and limp blanketing his hard frame,
hearing the soothing pound of his heart.
We shared our bodies and souls many times that day and during the
night I clung to him for I knew what would come at dawn. With the first
rays of the sun I could not fight my tears.
“I part this morn” The despair in his face broke my heart.
“Come with me Eowyn, beloved”
“My people, my brother needs me” I would be his but there were many
things yet to heal in the Middle Earth.
“Your brother will die one day. What will you do then, an elleth
alone in the Middle Earth?” His anger was almost palpable, and then his
eyes hardened with determination “I will not sail to the West without
you Eowyn. Before the last ship parts I will send for you and you will
come to me”
In my sadness I could not help but laugh ”Why my lord, you are such a
bully with your lady” I conveyed in my eyes the acceptance of his
claiming so he would know that I was his as he was mine “When you call
for me I will come for my life would be empty without you”
Fifty six years have come and passed since that day and my love for
Rumil have never dismissed. I have seen my brother married; I have
watched his children grew to become good men and women. I have always
known one day I would have what I see when Lothiriel and him looked at
each other, a love not even her dead can dismiss.
I stand today at the doors of the Golden Hall of Medusel, watching
the land that have seen me grown, the place that have been home.
Until now.
A big, golden leaf lies in my hand. A mallorn leaf, brought by a
silver haired elf. He did not speak a word nor was it necessary for I
was waiting for the call of my love. Rumil is waiting for me to sail
west and I feel elated and sad at the first time.
“It was about time” I hear Eomer behind me. He is yet an imposing man
even if he barely can stand without the help of a walking stick.
The silence stretches between us and it is him who break it “I am an
old man and soon I will join my wife in the halls of our fathers. My
kingdom is prospering now, my children will see for my people” He takes
my hand in his wrinkled one “It is time for you to flee little sister”
I turn to watch his serene eyes and I fall in his embrace, sobbing
like a child “You will always be my beloved brother”
Epilogue
The silver haired elf shifted impatiently as he watched the road. She
would come, she HAD to come. If she would not come to him…then he could
as well lie to die of despair for he had no reason to live without her
at his side.
“She will come, Rumil” Celeborn affirmed for hundredth time.
“She better will, my lord or I shall go to Rohan and drag her here
screaming and kicking if…” he cut his passionate tirade as he saw a
rider coming from afar.
“There, I told you so” the older elf said smugly.
The rider dismounted and ran toward them to throw herself at him in a
bundle of kisses and tears. He devoured her mouth until his lungs
screamed for oxygen, barely hearing the chuckles of Celeborn and
Thranduil at his back. She was as beautiful as he recalled an she was
his…”Mine Eowyn” he whisper to her tear-strained, smiling face “You are
mine now”
“I am yours forever my lord”
And so the last ship sailed west.
THE END
Elleth: Female elf
Ellon: Male elf Peredhel: half elf L
orien: Forest in the continent of Middle-earth, centred at the juncture
of the Rivers Celebrant and Anduin.
Minas Tirith: capital city of Gondor in the Fourth Age
The Valar: the Powers of Arda or the Powers of the World.
The Golden Hall of Medusel: Castle of the king in Edoras, capital city
of the kingdom of Rohan.
