Joy and Sorrow

Joy and Sorrow

Chapter 1
Author: Frosty McGoogle the Wonder Poodle
Codes: Legolas, Eomer, Eowyn, Boromir, OC, AU
Rated: NC-17
Summary: On an AU plane of existence, Rohan celebrates the defeat of Sauron. Joining them are Boromir and Haldir, quite alive, and a few of the elves. Also, Eowyn keeps a secret and Eomer has issues.
Disclaimer: Consider it disclaimed.


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They were only steps away from the celebrating crowd, shut in a room that smelled of wine and fruit, but Larelind didn't really mind. The chances of being caught didn't enter her thoughts as Eomer, in his somewhat drunken state, threw down several bottles as he lifted her onto a small table and ran his hand up her skirt.

Larelind laughed softly as Eomer's mouth caught her throat and sucked on her sensitive skin. "Can you get it?" she asked breathlessly as he tried to work her panties down her legs.

"Mmmm-mmmm.." he growled into her neck, pulling away and grinning, then yanking down the offending gats. ts. His warm hands gripped her knees as he pressed his mouth to hers, caressing his tongue against hers in a fiery kiss. Larelind groaned into his mouth and lowered her hands to his pants, working at the buttons.

His hands joined hers and soon he had released himself from his clothes. Wasting no time, Eomer shoved her skirt up and gripped her hips, yanking Larelind towards him and entering her body in a fast, deliberate thrust.

Hissing in a breath, Larelind grippee ede edges of the table and wrapped her legs around his body. Eomer was quick in his rhythm, setting a sharp, rapid pace that made her head spin in pleasure. One hand braced against the wall as he lowered his mouth to her neck once again, kissing and biting her already marred skin.

"Eomer," she breathed as he continued his assault, jerking into her hips again and again, intent on reaching hlimalimax. Larelind's legs tightened against him, drawing her closer to his pelvis as hovemovements became rougher. She arched back and his mouth slid further down, biting at her shoulder and collarbone. Moving her hands to his chest, she clutched onto his tunic and held tightly as he rolled heavily into her and groaned out against her skin.

The act was fast and tense, and Larelind soon found herself succumbing to the feeling growing inside of her. She moaned out and fell against Eomer as he jerked into her hips and met his own release. When they had relaxehe she sounds of their breathing were quickly overshadowed by the cheering and hollering coming from the next room.

Eomer drew back and grinned, pressing his lips to hers and kissing her slow, sending his tongue deeply into her mouth. Larelind moaned quietly, her eyes hazy and her body warm.

"It's very good to be back," he said suggestively, drawing back and touching her face. He tucked the moist strands of her dark hair behind her es his his eyes roamed over her flushed skin.

Larelind licked her lips and used her legs to pull him closer, causing both of their bodies to shudder slightly as he entered her deeper. "I missed you," she whispered, laying soft kisses against his mouth. His tongue darted into hers as he bit against her full lips, his body pressing hotly against hers.

Through the thin, wooden walls, amid the happy sounds of people celebrating, they could make out a single voice. "Eomer!" it called, and he groaned heavily into Larelind's mouth, dropping his head down against her shoulder.

Larelind smiled and patted his head softly. "They're wondering where you are," she said quietly as he breathed warmly against her neck. "We should go out there."

"Mmmmm...but I like it in here with you," he mumbled into her neck, tickling her with his tongue. Larelind bit her lip and giggled softly, but pushed his shoulders up anyways.

She ran her hand along his cheek as she unclasped her legs from his body. "You're their king now, you need to be out there. We can find each other again later."

Eomer's eyes were heavy-lidded as he sighed and pulled from her body. Larelind readjusted her skirt as he did up his pants and handed her her underwear. "Is it wrong of me to want to avoid some of them?" he asked as she clothed herself and slid from the table.

"Not wrong, but as king you now need to be pleasant," she said, smiling as he rolled his eyes. "I haven't met any of those who have come, maybe you should introduce me."

"You may regret that," he smirked, opening the door. The noises of the celebration became intensely louder, and Larelind winced in annoyance. Eomer took a deep breath and held out his arm. "Are you ready, My Lady?"

Smiling and taking his arm, Larelind was lead out by Eomer into the crowded hall. There were all kinds of people present, most who had arrived only hours earlier. Larelind licked her lips and took it all in. She had never before seen some of these races, among them the elves, hobbits and dwarves. As a lady of Edoras, she had barely had any contact with people outside of her own city. Even those who visited from Gondor were new to her.

Larelind's eyes were wide with amusement as she watched two of the halflings sing and dance on top of a long, wooden table. It had been a long time since such happiness at taken place at Edoras. "Larelind," said Eomer, getting her attention, "I would like you to meet Arn ann and Arwen, king and queen of Gondor."

She bowed slightly before taking a good look at the couple. Larelind had of course heard of Aragorn before, someone who Eomer considered a friend. This was the first she heard of Arwen, though. Larelind's notice of her as an elf was quite immediate.

"An honour," said Larelind, "Eomer tells me we owe much of the victory at Minas Tirith to you, My Lord. I must relay my gratitude."

Aragorn smiled softly. "Such formality is not needed, My Lady," he replied, "We are all friends here."

"Such modesty," laughed Eomer, clapping Aragorn on the arm, "I have never seen such a thing in a man of Gondor."

Larelind arched an eyebrow, aware of Eomer's feelings towards Gondor. Long had there been a split between the two lands, and though Gondor was now considered an ally, Eomer did not cease to have trouble with the men of that land.

The wine he had drunk earlier also helped loosen his tongue.

"Were it not for Aragorn," continued Eomer loudly, "I have doubts that Rohan would ever have answered Gondor's call. My uncle never did care for the Steward."

Arwen bowed her head slightly, her bright blue eyes meeting Larelind's dark ones as they exchanged a glance of discomfort. "The history between Rohan and Gondor is indeed complicated," said Aragorn cordially, "It is my hope we can start anew."

Eomer nodded as though Aragorn had spoken the gospel truth. "Indeed, indeed," he replied, "That is my hope as well."

"And mine," said a man who approached the group. Larelind noticed Eomer stiffen. "Long has my father dishonoured the Rohan people."

"Yes, Boromir, he has," replied Eomer, raising his chin. Larelind could tell he did not like this mand hnd hoped he wouldn't do anything stupid. "I, however, have the utmost respect for Aragorn and believe he will lead well a nation that has gone astray."

Larelind frowned and looked up at Eomer, hitting his arm softly. She did not know the history of these two men, nor did she care. Eomer was too often rude.

"Do not bother to scold Lord Eomer, My Lady,aid aid Boromir, addressing Larelind with a soft smirk, "I am used to his attacks."

Immediately, Eomer stepped in front of Larelind and leaned close to Boromir. "That...attack..was nothing compared to..."

He trailed off when Aragorn stepped between them, separating the two men. "Enough," he said, his voice low but stern, "This is neither the time nor the place." Dropping his hands, he turned to Boromir. "Come with me. I wish to speak with you."

Boromir listened, casting Eomer a parting glare before following Aragorn. Arwen touched Larelind's arm softly and smiled before following her husband, as well. "Bastard," hissed Eomer, staring after them, "He knows he is not welcome here."

"What issue do you take with him?" asked Larelind, crossing her arms.

He turned to her, his eyes hard. "Is it not enough that he and his father have long ignored Rohan, even in our time of greatest need? If I were Aragorn, I would trust neither Boromir nor his brother."

"You get so angry," she said quietly, rubbing Eomer's arm, "You've had too much to drink. Forget about this for now. Celebrate with me, instead."

Pursing his lips, Eomer softened slightly. "I have not had too much to drink," he said, irritated, "I have not had enough to drink."

Relieved that he was relaxing, Larelind grinned. He was too often angry. She hoped the victory in this war would put him in a better mood. Grabbing two goblets of wine, she offered one to Eomer. "Then drink up, My Lord."

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TBC