Unforgotten
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
2,694
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
One
Rohan.
When I think of this land, see its name written down or hear it spoken out aloud somewhere, there’s something stirring in my heart, then as well as now.
At that time, after that certain day eight years ago, it had been a wild, joyous, yes almost euphoric heart, and at the thought of this allied realm – at the thought of *you* – it wanted to brim over with elation and hope. Weeks, months, years passed by, and the intoxication that once had held its power over me, faded away increasingly. Finally the fervour was gone, and even the pain and depression, that afterwards clamped down on my heart, withered away with time, and in the end, all that was left was a lukewarm remembrance of an incident that had taken place a long time ago.
Until today.
Today will be the day we will meet again, you and I... And I don’t know what is going to happen. How will you behave? Towards me? I snort a little, reprimanding myself. It’s not so very unlikely that you will see in me what I am to you and also treat me as such... An ally in battle, nothing more and nothing less. Because maybe you don’t even remember this day, eight years ago.
'You call that a day?' I ask myself and smile softly as images of your flabbergasted and naive and yet so expectant eyes, your innocent and with lust slightly opened lips, rush through my mind. I wish it would have been a full day indeed that we spent together, and not only those mere minutes; but no, you were yo *to *too* young, and I surely was too boisterous, and this hasty encounter of two neighbouring lands’ sons came to an end for you as violently and briskly and abruptly as it had begun...
On the one hand, I’m glad that it didn’t step up to deeper and more sensual intimacies, because I fear that, with hindsight, I would have regretted it. You weren’t a child anymore, even though not really grown-up either, and I desired you very much, but you... Inside of you the fresh and spontaneous flame of awakening bodily longings and juvenile curiosity was blazing, but not something that would have justified myself to make you fully compliant and brand you for all eternity with an experience that in the end maybe would have caused you more suffering than pleasure. Maybe you would have wanted it – maybe it would have been a mistake even then.
Yes, maybe you don’t remember, since it it was very short-lived, even though it was of heated intensity, and it’s so long ago. But I can’t forget... don’t *want* to forget...
And while I spur my horse up to the gates of Edoras, the quiet, distant sentiments of faded memories of you, Éomer of Rohan, slowly grow stronger and more vivid again, and the searing blaze of hope that I had thought extinct for so long flares up anew.
When I think of this land, see its name written down or hear it spoken out aloud somewhere, there’s something stirring in my heart, then as well as now.
At that time, after that certain day eight years ago, it had been a wild, joyous, yes almost euphoric heart, and at the thought of this allied realm – at the thought of *you* – it wanted to brim over with elation and hope. Weeks, months, years passed by, and the intoxication that once had held its power over me, faded away increasingly. Finally the fervour was gone, and even the pain and depression, that afterwards clamped down on my heart, withered away with time, and in the end, all that was left was a lukewarm remembrance of an incident that had taken place a long time ago.
Until today.
Today will be the day we will meet again, you and I... And I don’t know what is going to happen. How will you behave? Towards me? I snort a little, reprimanding myself. It’s not so very unlikely that you will see in me what I am to you and also treat me as such... An ally in battle, nothing more and nothing less. Because maybe you don’t even remember this day, eight years ago.
'You call that a day?' I ask myself and smile softly as images of your flabbergasted and naive and yet so expectant eyes, your innocent and with lust slightly opened lips, rush through my mind. I wish it would have been a full day indeed that we spent together, and not only those mere minutes; but no, you were yo *to *too* young, and I surely was too boisterous, and this hasty encounter of two neighbouring lands’ sons came to an end for you as violently and briskly and abruptly as it had begun...
On the one hand, I’m glad that it didn’t step up to deeper and more sensual intimacies, because I fear that, with hindsight, I would have regretted it. You weren’t a child anymore, even though not really grown-up either, and I desired you very much, but you... Inside of you the fresh and spontaneous flame of awakening bodily longings and juvenile curiosity was blazing, but not something that would have justified myself to make you fully compliant and brand you for all eternity with an experience that in the end maybe would have caused you more suffering than pleasure. Maybe you would have wanted it – maybe it would have been a mistake even then.
Yes, maybe you don’t remember, since it it was very short-lived, even though it was of heated intensity, and it’s so long ago. But I can’t forget... don’t *want* to forget...
And while I spur my horse up to the gates of Edoras, the quiet, distant sentiments of faded memories of you, Éomer of Rohan, slowly grow stronger and more vivid again, and the searing blaze of hope that I had thought extinct for so long flares up anew.