Night-Time in the Gardens
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Category:
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
4,187
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Night-Time in the Gardens
TITLE: Night-time in the Gardens.
E-MAIL: purpledluva@yahoo.com
RATING: This part is only about a PG-13, for one little f/f kiss at the end, but later parts will be NC-17 for f/f sex.
PAIRING: Arwen/Eowyn, Aragorn/Legolas hinted at. ISCLISCLAIMER: All belong to Tolkein, who is probably rolling over in his grave.
FEEDBACK: Please. It will help me to write better next time. Also, if I get no positive feedback I probably won't cnue nue to post this, because I'm a little unsure about this.
ARCHIVE: Ask and ye shall receive. (I'd be honoured, just tell me)
SUMMARY: Arwen likes Eowyn. Eowyn takes her to a private clearing in the garden. Things progress from there.
NOTES: All the boys in LOTR seem to be fucking each other, so I though the girls might be too. By the way, this contains SLASH, if you hadn't figured that out already. If you don't like slash, piss off. Also, I am British. Meaning I'm using English spellings, not American ones. Please don't tell me I've spelt things like grey wrong. To me, gray is spelt wrong.
She was beautiful. Not like me, but still beautiful.
I wanted her. How could I not? She was a shield-maiden, strong and brave, like Aragorn.
I'm attracted to people who are strong and brave. Probably because I do not feel at all strong or brave. Beautiful, yes: brave, no.
I want to be brave. I try to be brave. But it is so difficult. I wish to hunt Orcs with Elladan and Elrohir (I hate them as much as they do) but Father will not let me. I could defy him; I suppose; but I love him too dearly and have not the courage. So however much I want to be a brave and beautiful shield-maiden, I cannot.
Brave and beautiful. A fitting description of Eowyn.
All I want is one night with her. In a week I would be married to Aragorn. The best night to be with her would be tonight. No one would notice. Aragorn would not. He will most likely end up drunk and in Legolas's bed. The only problem was Eowyn. What if she doesn't want this?
I approached her, walking across the crowded dance floor. She was so beautiful. Her hair was like a river of gold falling to her waist, and her eyes were a deep bluey-grey, offsetting her fair skin and hair. She smiled at me as I came near, plump red lips revealing straight white teeth. She made me tremble slightly, and caused an ache to start between my legs. She smiled again, this time knowingly, as if she knew the affect she had on me.
"Arwen. It is a pleasure to see you here."
Oh, Elbereth, she had to know. The way her voice seemed so smooth, and deep- it made my knees weak.
"Eowyn," I managed to reply, "The pleasure is mine." If only she knew. She offered her arm. I took it.
"I have heard elves are greatly fond of plants. Is it true?"
"Yes, it is."
"Would you care to come with me on a night time stroll? I could show you around the gardens, if you wished."
"I would like that very much, thank you."
I could barely conceal my nervousness as we walked. Surely it was not normal for her to show guests around the gardens at night. Did she want what I wanted? Surely not.
She opened a door, leading me out. The cool night air hit my face, refreshing me. I took a deep breath. The garden was beautiful at night. Behind us, I could hear the muffled chatter of the other partygoers. Everything seemed to have a dark blue haze surrounding it. The only noise was the rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze. There was no noise from any animals except the grasshoppers, who were making their chittering noises as normal. The peacefulness calmed me down, cooling my sweaty palms and slowing my racing heart.
Eowyn turned to me, another rare smile gracing her lips. She led me down a path towards a small wood.
"There's a small clearing I'd like to show you, Arwen." I enjoyed the way my name rolled off her tongue. "It's very secluded, very private. I think you'll like it."
She couldn't possibly mean what I thought she meant. There was no way.
The path she was leading me down was almost non-existent. You had to be looking for it to see it. She was right, this clearing would be very private.
The clearing, when we came to it, looked magical. Soft green grass covered the floor, surrounded by tall trees with silvery bark that created dark blue shadows on the grass. Leafy branches hung overhead. You could look up through them to see stars, shining and white against the velvety night-time sky. A tree had fallen across the middle of the clearing. Eowyn guided me to sit on it.
She then leaned over and kissed me, on the lips.
After I got over my shock, I eagerly responded.
E-MAIL: purpledluva@yahoo.com
RATING: This part is only about a PG-13, for one little f/f kiss at the end, but later parts will be NC-17 for f/f sex.
PAIRING: Arwen/Eowyn, Aragorn/Legolas hinted at. ISCLISCLAIMER: All belong to Tolkein, who is probably rolling over in his grave.
FEEDBACK: Please. It will help me to write better next time. Also, if I get no positive feedback I probably won't cnue nue to post this, because I'm a little unsure about this.
ARCHIVE: Ask and ye shall receive. (I'd be honoured, just tell me)
SUMMARY: Arwen likes Eowyn. Eowyn takes her to a private clearing in the garden. Things progress from there.
NOTES: All the boys in LOTR seem to be fucking each other, so I though the girls might be too. By the way, this contains SLASH, if you hadn't figured that out already. If you don't like slash, piss off. Also, I am British. Meaning I'm using English spellings, not American ones. Please don't tell me I've spelt things like grey wrong. To me, gray is spelt wrong.
She was beautiful. Not like me, but still beautiful.
I wanted her. How could I not? She was a shield-maiden, strong and brave, like Aragorn.
I'm attracted to people who are strong and brave. Probably because I do not feel at all strong or brave. Beautiful, yes: brave, no.
I want to be brave. I try to be brave. But it is so difficult. I wish to hunt Orcs with Elladan and Elrohir (I hate them as much as they do) but Father will not let me. I could defy him; I suppose; but I love him too dearly and have not the courage. So however much I want to be a brave and beautiful shield-maiden, I cannot.
Brave and beautiful. A fitting description of Eowyn.
All I want is one night with her. In a week I would be married to Aragorn. The best night to be with her would be tonight. No one would notice. Aragorn would not. He will most likely end up drunk and in Legolas's bed. The only problem was Eowyn. What if she doesn't want this?
I approached her, walking across the crowded dance floor. She was so beautiful. Her hair was like a river of gold falling to her waist, and her eyes were a deep bluey-grey, offsetting her fair skin and hair. She smiled at me as I came near, plump red lips revealing straight white teeth. She made me tremble slightly, and caused an ache to start between my legs. She smiled again, this time knowingly, as if she knew the affect she had on me.
"Arwen. It is a pleasure to see you here."
Oh, Elbereth, she had to know. The way her voice seemed so smooth, and deep- it made my knees weak.
"Eowyn," I managed to reply, "The pleasure is mine." If only she knew. She offered her arm. I took it.
"I have heard elves are greatly fond of plants. Is it true?"
"Yes, it is."
"Would you care to come with me on a night time stroll? I could show you around the gardens, if you wished."
"I would like that very much, thank you."
I could barely conceal my nervousness as we walked. Surely it was not normal for her to show guests around the gardens at night. Did she want what I wanted? Surely not.
She opened a door, leading me out. The cool night air hit my face, refreshing me. I took a deep breath. The garden was beautiful at night. Behind us, I could hear the muffled chatter of the other partygoers. Everything seemed to have a dark blue haze surrounding it. The only noise was the rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze. There was no noise from any animals except the grasshoppers, who were making their chittering noises as normal. The peacefulness calmed me down, cooling my sweaty palms and slowing my racing heart.
Eowyn turned to me, another rare smile gracing her lips. She led me down a path towards a small wood.
"There's a small clearing I'd like to show you, Arwen." I enjoyed the way my name rolled off her tongue. "It's very secluded, very private. I think you'll like it."
She couldn't possibly mean what I thought she meant. There was no way.
The path she was leading me down was almost non-existent. You had to be looking for it to see it. She was right, this clearing would be very private.
The clearing, when we came to it, looked magical. Soft green grass covered the floor, surrounded by tall trees with silvery bark that created dark blue shadows on the grass. Leafy branches hung overhead. You could look up through them to see stars, shining and white against the velvety night-time sky. A tree had fallen across the middle of the clearing. Eowyn guided me to sit on it.
She then leaned over and kissed me, on the lips.
After I got over my shock, I eagerly responded.