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lotr_sesaTitle: Under A Starless Sky
Author: Mitzi /![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Recipient: Barbara /savageseraph
Fandom: LotR FPS
Pairing: Eomer/Aragorn
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tolkien. I just play with them. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Written forsavageseraph for the 2008 LotR Secret Santa. Thank you littlemimm for the brilliant beta.
A pale sun shone down on the land of Gondor - as if to remind the people of the newly kindled hope. Even the manner of the old Wizard seemed a tad lighter as he entered the room where Eomer was sitting next to his wounded sister's bed. Eomer could sense the change and smiled to the old man.
"Go now, rest a while, Eomer son of Eomund," Gandalf said with more warmth and affection in his voice than Eomer had ever heard.
"I will sit with Eowyn," Gandalf continued quickly as Eomer opened his mouth to protest.
"There is still much to be done, a great battle to be fought. You will need all the strength you have. We Istari require less sleep than Men."
Eomer saw a flicker of regret or perhaps sorrow in the old Wizard's eyes as he uttered the Elvish word for the order of Wizards.
Eomer rose to his feet, reluctantly, and looked down at his sister. Her breathing was effortless now and her face tranquil and as beautiful as it had ever been. Eomer bent down to kiss her forehead, not daring to kiss her slightly parted lips in front of Gandalf's ever vigilant eyes.
As he turned to leave the chamber, Gandalf placed his hand on Eomer's shoulder and gave him a reassuring nod. Eomer touched the Wizard's hand gently and met his gaze. There was hope in Gandalf's eyes, but deep sadness also.
Gandalf released Eomer and took his place at the sickbed. Eomer lingered for a while, then left the room deep in thought but knowing that his sister would be taken care of by the one person he could trust without any reservations.
The night was beginning to darken, but not a single star had yet appeared to the cloudless sky. Eomer headed down from the Houses of Healing, hoping he might find an inn or a tavern that was open. He needed a quiet drink, a moment to gather his thoughts before retiring to bed.
Eomer entered a dimly lit and surprisingly quiet, almost solemn tavern in the lowest circle of Minas Tirith. The patrons recognized him but let him navigate his way to a vacant table at the far side of the room in peace. Balancing a pint of golden ale in his hand, Eomer sat down with his back against the wall. Eomer knew he was among allies, but old habits were hard to discard. He had chosen the table because it gave him an unobstructed view of all of the tavern and his fellow drinkers.
He took a gulp of the ale and noticed it was more bitter than the ale he was used to but good enough. Eomer looked around the other customers were all Men of Gondor, each taller than the other. Most of them had strikingly dark hair, so dissimilar to Eomer's own that he suddenly became very aware of how foreign he must look to his valiant brothers-in-arms.
A hooded man caught Eomer's attention. He sat next to the massive fireplace but was so tightly cloaked that he must have been very cold or hiding his identity. The only thing Eomer could see was the stranger's eyes fixed on him.
Eomer's gaze returned to the stranger, carefully, trying to hide the fact that he had noticed the man was staring at him. Eomer was nearly finished with his pint and intended to leave as quickly as possible when the barman brought him another pint.
"What's this," he asked, suspicion rising.
"A gentleman sent it," answered the worried looking barman. "By the name of Wingfoot."
"Is everything in order, Sir?"
"Right. Yes, of course. Thank you."
The man returned to his duties, glancing briefly towards the stranger at the table next to the fireplace. Eomer turned to face the stranger but met the sly smile of a friend.
Aragorn.
Eomer took a sip from the pint and was pleasantly surprised when the golden drink was not the bitter ale of Gondor but the sweeter more full tasting ale from home, Rohan. He smiled into the pint and threw a sideways glance at Aragorn who was still cloaked, though less rigidly now. Eomer could see that he was smiling.
Eomer downed the ale faster than he had intended to and he felt light headed as he smacked the empty pint on the table. The copper clanged but nobody paid any attention to him. He stood up, ready to leave, but paused to see if Aragorn was still sitting by the fire. The table was empty.
Eomer cursed in Rohirric under his breath, then walked quickly to the door and out into the chilly night air.
He turned to go up towards the Houses of Healing, but decided against it. Gandalf would only tell him again to go and get some rest. In truth, Eomer was tired but not tired enough. Eomer gazed at the sky, which was now all black.
"Do they not have stars in this land?"
A soft laughter echoed from an unlit alcove near the Great Gate of the Men of Gondor.
"Perhaps they are too afraid to come out so close to Mordor," said a familiar voice.
Aragorn stepped out of the darkness so that Eomer could see him.
"You think so?" Eomer asked and moved closer to the other man.
"Or perhaps they decided not to come out tonight, as there are brighter stars here in this very city," replied Aragorn in a low voice and closed the distance between them.
Eomer could not help the laughter that poured through his lips.
"Really? Wingfoot you are indeed, but your tongue needs more practice. My liege."
For a while Aragorn stood there, an inch away from Eomer, still as a marble statue. Then he leaned in and kissed Eomer.
Eomer was startled by the other man's courage; anyone could see them on the street, but he reciprocated the kiss with growing intensity. Aragorn wrapped his arms around Eomer and slid his tongue between Eomer's ale-tasting lips.
Both men were out of breath as Eomer broke the kiss.
"We must be careful," he whispered as he pulled away from Aragorn.
Aragorn looked around them and, reassured that no one was watching, planted a quick kiss on Eomer's lips.
"Follow me," he said hoarsely to the puzzled Eomer and turned towards the Great Gate.
The guards recognized Eomer and saluted. He nodded and followed the swiftly moving cloaked man past the Gate, towards the Mountain.
Eomer stumbled on a boulder that had been slung to the City by the Orcs.
"Where are we going? I thought we would go through the Gate, to the Fields," he asked slightly irritated.
"Wait."
Aragorn looked towards the Gate and the guards. When he was sure that they were out of sight he pushed Eomer against the wall and kissed him.
This time Eomer did not break the kiss. He pulled Aragorn closer and embraced him fiercely. He felt Aragorn's low laughter in his mouth and chest; it made him aware of the growing hunger and a need to be released.
Aragorn leaned heavily on Eomer. He sank his left hand into Eomer's hair and searched for the opening of Eomer's breeches with his right hand. Eomer moved his hips to allow easier access for Aragorn to reach his erection, but Aragorn's hand stopped at the leather belt.
Aragorn grabbed a hold of Eomer's hair and pulled his head backwards, forcing the kiss to end. Their eyes met; Eomer's were barely open. Aragorn seemed to ponder whether or not to continue.
"Do not stop," Eomer pleaded huskily.
Aragorn growled and opened the belt with more skill and precision than expected.
Eomer tried to pull Aragorn back to an embrace and kiss, but Aragorn pulled again from his hair.
"No," he said in a very quiet dangorous voice.
Aragorn released Eomer's hair and placed his left hand on Eomer's throat. He leaned in slowly to kiss Eomer.
Eomer sighed placed his hands on Aragorn's hips and let himself be taken. Giving up control was new him, the captain of the Rohirrim, but he welcomed the change.
Aragorn slipped the breeches down from Eomer's hips, exposing his pale skin to the chilly night air. Aragorn had his thumb pressed against Eomer's larynx, only softly, but Eomer could still feel the pressure. Aragorn stroked the sensitive skin gently with his thumb and then gave Eomer a soft kiss while wrapping the long fingers of his right hand around Eomer's erection.
Aragorn applied more pressure with his thumb and fastened the pace of the strokes. Eomer's head reeled from side to side and his hips moved in rhythm with Aragorn's strokes.
Through his lashes Eomer could see the smile on Aragorn's lips.
Eomer would have come with a shout, but Aragorn captured it with a rough kiss, and the only thing the Wall heard was a muffled moan.
The kiss turned softer and felt more like a caress.
Eomer reached down for Aragorn's belt, then his tumescence. Aragorn moaned into Eomer's mouth as Eomer stroked his erection. Eomer released Aragorn and broke the kiss. The disappointment was clear in Aragorn's eyes. Eomer smiled and turned to face the Wall.
Aragorn looked at the other man for a while, trying to comprehend what was happening, but his brain was being overpowered by his swelling erection.
He stepped closer to Eomer, put his left hand on Eomer's soft hip and the other one on his shoulder.
Aragorn penetrated the ring of muscle gently, but was encouraged to pick up the pace as Eomer started to move his hips against Aragorn's erection eagerly. He wrapped his left hand around Eomer's chest and his right hand around Eomer's newly awakened erection.
He tried to stroke Eomer's erection in unison with the thrusts, but he found that he no longer had any control over his coordination. The soaring lust had taken over Aragorn and he succumbed to it.
Eomer reached climax a fraction earlier, followed by Aragorn who let out a long moan and slumped against Eomer.
Aragorn was the first to move. He rested his back against the wall, right next to Eomer who lifted his head and turned to lean his side to the wall.
Aragorn turned his head and smiled when he saw the disarray the other man was in. He brushed a lock of hair away from Eomer's cheek and kissed him gently.
In the sky a single pale star was lit.
END
Author: Mitzi /
tackeramaRecipient: Barbara /
savageseraphFandom: LotR FPS
Pairing: Eomer/Aragorn
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tolkien. I just play with them. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Written for
savageseraph for the 2008 LotR Secret Santa. Thank you littlemimm for the brilliant beta.A pale sun shone down on the land of Gondor - as if to remind the people of the newly kindled hope. Even the manner of the old Wizard seemed a tad lighter as he entered the room where Eomer was sitting next to his wounded sister's bed. Eomer could sense the change and smiled to the old man.
"Go now, rest a while, Eomer son of Eomund," Gandalf said with more warmth and affection in his voice than Eomer had ever heard.
"I will sit with Eowyn," Gandalf continued quickly as Eomer opened his mouth to protest.
"There is still much to be done, a great battle to be fought. You will need all the strength you have. We Istari require less sleep than Men."
Eomer saw a flicker of regret or perhaps sorrow in the old Wizard's eyes as he uttered the Elvish word for the order of Wizards.
Eomer rose to his feet, reluctantly, and looked down at his sister. Her breathing was effortless now and her face tranquil and as beautiful as it had ever been. Eomer bent down to kiss her forehead, not daring to kiss her slightly parted lips in front of Gandalf's ever vigilant eyes.
As he turned to leave the chamber, Gandalf placed his hand on Eomer's shoulder and gave him a reassuring nod. Eomer touched the Wizard's hand gently and met his gaze. There was hope in Gandalf's eyes, but deep sadness also.
Gandalf released Eomer and took his place at the sickbed. Eomer lingered for a while, then left the room deep in thought but knowing that his sister would be taken care of by the one person he could trust without any reservations.
The night was beginning to darken, but not a single star had yet appeared to the cloudless sky. Eomer headed down from the Houses of Healing, hoping he might find an inn or a tavern that was open. He needed a quiet drink, a moment to gather his thoughts before retiring to bed.
Eomer entered a dimly lit and surprisingly quiet, almost solemn tavern in the lowest circle of Minas Tirith. The patrons recognized him but let him navigate his way to a vacant table at the far side of the room in peace. Balancing a pint of golden ale in his hand, Eomer sat down with his back against the wall. Eomer knew he was among allies, but old habits were hard to discard. He had chosen the table because it gave him an unobstructed view of all of the tavern and his fellow drinkers.
He took a gulp of the ale and noticed it was more bitter than the ale he was used to but good enough. Eomer looked around the other customers were all Men of Gondor, each taller than the other. Most of them had strikingly dark hair, so dissimilar to Eomer's own that he suddenly became very aware of how foreign he must look to his valiant brothers-in-arms.
A hooded man caught Eomer's attention. He sat next to the massive fireplace but was so tightly cloaked that he must have been very cold or hiding his identity. The only thing Eomer could see was the stranger's eyes fixed on him.
Eomer's gaze returned to the stranger, carefully, trying to hide the fact that he had noticed the man was staring at him. Eomer was nearly finished with his pint and intended to leave as quickly as possible when the barman brought him another pint.
"What's this," he asked, suspicion rising.
"A gentleman sent it," answered the worried looking barman. "By the name of Wingfoot."
"Is everything in order, Sir?"
"Right. Yes, of course. Thank you."
The man returned to his duties, glancing briefly towards the stranger at the table next to the fireplace. Eomer turned to face the stranger but met the sly smile of a friend.
Aragorn.
Eomer took a sip from the pint and was pleasantly surprised when the golden drink was not the bitter ale of Gondor but the sweeter more full tasting ale from home, Rohan. He smiled into the pint and threw a sideways glance at Aragorn who was still cloaked, though less rigidly now. Eomer could see that he was smiling.
Eomer downed the ale faster than he had intended to and he felt light headed as he smacked the empty pint on the table. The copper clanged but nobody paid any attention to him. He stood up, ready to leave, but paused to see if Aragorn was still sitting by the fire. The table was empty.
Eomer cursed in Rohirric under his breath, then walked quickly to the door and out into the chilly night air.
He turned to go up towards the Houses of Healing, but decided against it. Gandalf would only tell him again to go and get some rest. In truth, Eomer was tired but not tired enough. Eomer gazed at the sky, which was now all black.
"Do they not have stars in this land?"
A soft laughter echoed from an unlit alcove near the Great Gate of the Men of Gondor.
"Perhaps they are too afraid to come out so close to Mordor," said a familiar voice.
Aragorn stepped out of the darkness so that Eomer could see him.
"You think so?" Eomer asked and moved closer to the other man.
"Or perhaps they decided not to come out tonight, as there are brighter stars here in this very city," replied Aragorn in a low voice and closed the distance between them.
Eomer could not help the laughter that poured through his lips.
"Really? Wingfoot you are indeed, but your tongue needs more practice. My liege."
For a while Aragorn stood there, an inch away from Eomer, still as a marble statue. Then he leaned in and kissed Eomer.
Eomer was startled by the other man's courage; anyone could see them on the street, but he reciprocated the kiss with growing intensity. Aragorn wrapped his arms around Eomer and slid his tongue between Eomer's ale-tasting lips.
Both men were out of breath as Eomer broke the kiss.
"We must be careful," he whispered as he pulled away from Aragorn.
Aragorn looked around them and, reassured that no one was watching, planted a quick kiss on Eomer's lips.
"Follow me," he said hoarsely to the puzzled Eomer and turned towards the Great Gate.
The guards recognized Eomer and saluted. He nodded and followed the swiftly moving cloaked man past the Gate, towards the Mountain.
Eomer stumbled on a boulder that had been slung to the City by the Orcs.
"Where are we going? I thought we would go through the Gate, to the Fields," he asked slightly irritated.
"Wait."
Aragorn looked towards the Gate and the guards. When he was sure that they were out of sight he pushed Eomer against the wall and kissed him.
This time Eomer did not break the kiss. He pulled Aragorn closer and embraced him fiercely. He felt Aragorn's low laughter in his mouth and chest; it made him aware of the growing hunger and a need to be released.
Aragorn leaned heavily on Eomer. He sank his left hand into Eomer's hair and searched for the opening of Eomer's breeches with his right hand. Eomer moved his hips to allow easier access for Aragorn to reach his erection, but Aragorn's hand stopped at the leather belt.
Aragorn grabbed a hold of Eomer's hair and pulled his head backwards, forcing the kiss to end. Their eyes met; Eomer's were barely open. Aragorn seemed to ponder whether or not to continue.
"Do not stop," Eomer pleaded huskily.
Aragorn growled and opened the belt with more skill and precision than expected.
Eomer tried to pull Aragorn back to an embrace and kiss, but Aragorn pulled again from his hair.
"No," he said in a very quiet dangorous voice.
Aragorn released Eomer's hair and placed his left hand on Eomer's throat. He leaned in slowly to kiss Eomer.
Eomer sighed placed his hands on Aragorn's hips and let himself be taken. Giving up control was new him, the captain of the Rohirrim, but he welcomed the change.
Aragorn slipped the breeches down from Eomer's hips, exposing his pale skin to the chilly night air. Aragorn had his thumb pressed against Eomer's larynx, only softly, but Eomer could still feel the pressure. Aragorn stroked the sensitive skin gently with his thumb and then gave Eomer a soft kiss while wrapping the long fingers of his right hand around Eomer's erection.
Aragorn applied more pressure with his thumb and fastened the pace of the strokes. Eomer's head reeled from side to side and his hips moved in rhythm with Aragorn's strokes.
Through his lashes Eomer could see the smile on Aragorn's lips.
Eomer would have come with a shout, but Aragorn captured it with a rough kiss, and the only thing the Wall heard was a muffled moan.
The kiss turned softer and felt more like a caress.
Eomer reached down for Aragorn's belt, then his tumescence. Aragorn moaned into Eomer's mouth as Eomer stroked his erection. Eomer released Aragorn and broke the kiss. The disappointment was clear in Aragorn's eyes. Eomer smiled and turned to face the Wall.
Aragorn looked at the other man for a while, trying to comprehend what was happening, but his brain was being overpowered by his swelling erection.
He stepped closer to Eomer, put his left hand on Eomer's soft hip and the other one on his shoulder.
Aragorn penetrated the ring of muscle gently, but was encouraged to pick up the pace as Eomer started to move his hips against Aragorn's erection eagerly. He wrapped his left hand around Eomer's chest and his right hand around Eomer's newly awakened erection.
He tried to stroke Eomer's erection in unison with the thrusts, but he found that he no longer had any control over his coordination. The soaring lust had taken over Aragorn and he succumbed to it.
Eomer reached climax a fraction earlier, followed by Aragorn who let out a long moan and slumped against Eomer.
Aragorn was the first to move. He rested his back against the wall, right next to Eomer who lifted his head and turned to lean his side to the wall.
Aragorn turned his head and smiled when he saw the disarray the other man was in. He brushed a lock of hair away from Eomer's cheek and kissed him gently.
In the sky a single pale star was lit.
END
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Date: 2008-12-24 04:38 pm (UTC)I really enjoyed the opening, the exchange between Eomer and Gandalf, and the scenes with Aragorn and Eomer reflect a friendship as well as the physical that is shared.
I also like Eomer's wishing for stars and Aragorn's awkward line about it, but I particularly enjoy how you come back to that at the very quiet moment at the end.
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Date: 2008-12-25 04:08 pm (UTC)I must say this was one of those fics that caught me off guard, as in "where did that come from!?", but I am very pleased with it. The fact that Gandalf played a small part in it was quite a surprise to me, but he was adamant. ;)
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Date: 2008-12-31 02:29 am (UTC)