Title: Sweet Eowyn
Author: Mal
Contact e-mail:
malinorne2003@yahoo.se
Beta: Erfan Starled
Characters: Elladan, Elrohir and Eowyn
Rating: R
Genre: Love letter
Summary: A few months after parting from their Rohan lady, supposedly
forever, the sons of Elrond send her a letter.
Note: It’s not necessary to read my
Screw Yule 2009
drabbles and story about these characters to understand this letter, but
you’ll probably get more out of it if you do.
To our sweet Eowyn of Rohan from Elladan Elrondion and Elrohir, his
brother:
We hear that you have met a ranger who caused you sorrow. Do not
despair! He is not the one we believe is yours – this man is but a
ruffian like ourselves, and, furthermore too old for you. Surely such
things do not dishearten our brave Eowyn? We know, and count ourselves
lucky!
Jests aside, trust our word: this ranger, Estel, is a vain pursuit.
Our sister has claims on him. She has always had a way of getting what
she wanted, in spite of our father’s decisions, and she is determined to
have this man. Count him your friend, if you will, but do not waste your
dreams on him. Nor your tears!
The other one will come, you will have your ranger; this is our
trust, stronger than mere hope. These are evil times, as well you know,
and dark enough without the added sorrows of an aching heart. Take
courage!
And if, when this darkness lies behind us all and light prevails once
more, if for some reason the one in your future tarries – if you then
desire, nothing would please us more than to show you the most recent
additions to our collection of limericks. You would not be disappointed,
I assure you! Elrohir insists they are most inspiring, as well as
indecent, of course...
Sweetest Eowyn, if our roads should never again meet, then know at
least that you have brought a precious freshness into our lives. Your
delightful giggles, like echoes of a time more free of cares, made us
feel young again. This memory will still remain with us when our bodies
have long forgotten the pleasures we shared.
Ever yours,
Elladan and Elrohir
P.S. from Elladan:
Eowyn, my sweet and brave, only words too crude for a letter to a
lady can describe what it felt like to take advantage of your offer.
Therefore, I will limit myself to this: INCREDIBLE.
P.S. from Elrohir:
Our last night together, Eowyn! If only you knew how many times
already that memory has warmed me on a lonely night, or allowed me a few
moments’ rest from my thoughts after the deeds of my sword. I will spare
you the details, with which, you, as a shield maiden, are undoubtedly
more familiar than I would wish.
I can see you still as you were that night; your face flushed as you
rode me, strands of hair glued to your sweaty forehead, the blush on
your cheeks. Your beaming eyes! Your lips forming my name! And your
delicious breasts, beckoning to my hands and mouth with every bounce as
together we set them dancing. You, giving yourself to me with such
abandon!
Your taste still lingers on my fingertips, and your laughter in my
heart.