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Horse Lord and Dark Angel
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,310
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
2- Asking Again
Chapter Two
Asking Again
Eomer watched the beautiful and mysterious Lady Mina reenter the Great Hall of Meduseld, looking around as she stepped through the door. His belly clenched hard, and so did his manhood, suddenly filled with wanting her sweet, woman’s flesh. Her gown, one of his sister’s, he thought, was a beautiful thing on her slender body, the hunter green of his own riding cloak, embroidered in intricate, golden knot work. Her midnight hair, so different from the gold and copper and bronze of the women of Rohan, hung down to her slender waist, hung over her creamy white shoulders bared by the neckline of the gown. She was so very beautiful.
“Eomer?” Legolas held up a foaming mug of ale to him, which the Horse Lord downed in a few quick gulps. He tasted nothing of the alcohol. “Still wanting what you can’t have?” The Elf asked kindly.
"Why?"
He didn't understand it. She'd responded so well, and wanted his kiss so badly, he remembered. Her lips on his before they trailed away to the side of his neck and hovered there for a moment before she'd pushed away from him- no woman had ever done such a thing, he didn't understand it- and she'd whispered no in her soft, pleading voice like the wind in the dark of summer nights.
“Why did she refuse me?”
“She has secrets she feels she needs to keep.”
Eomer looked at him askance, asking, “What secrets of hers do you know, Elf Prince?”
“I….” The elf seemed unsure, but then plowed on. “I have seen her in close combat, and I know of no woman alive, human or elf or any other, who fights as she does. She is pure violence and anger in the body of a gorgeous woman, and she tries not to become attached to anyone who might see that. And there is pain in her eyes. There is such pain in her, Eomer. You have to understand that. She may have refused you for any reason, probably one we’ll never think of. And someone is hunting her. Perhaps she is afraid you’ll get hurt in her final confrontation. It makes sense, does it not?"
Eomer thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Ask her again, though." Legolas caught Gimli's eye from across the room. "I’ve just spoken to Gandalf. He said she may have changed her mind.”
“I do not ask a woman more than once to share my bed, Legolas. I will not ask her again. She refused, and that is enough for me.”
Legolas watched Eomer watching the beautiful and mysterious Mina, and wondered if it would be enough.
Asking Again
Eomer watched the beautiful and mysterious Lady Mina reenter the Great Hall of Meduseld, looking around as she stepped through the door. His belly clenched hard, and so did his manhood, suddenly filled with wanting her sweet, woman’s flesh. Her gown, one of his sister’s, he thought, was a beautiful thing on her slender body, the hunter green of his own riding cloak, embroidered in intricate, golden knot work. Her midnight hair, so different from the gold and copper and bronze of the women of Rohan, hung down to her slender waist, hung over her creamy white shoulders bared by the neckline of the gown. She was so very beautiful.
“Eomer?” Legolas held up a foaming mug of ale to him, which the Horse Lord downed in a few quick gulps. He tasted nothing of the alcohol. “Still wanting what you can’t have?” The Elf asked kindly.
"Why?"
He didn't understand it. She'd responded so well, and wanted his kiss so badly, he remembered. Her lips on his before they trailed away to the side of his neck and hovered there for a moment before she'd pushed away from him- no woman had ever done such a thing, he didn't understand it- and she'd whispered no in her soft, pleading voice like the wind in the dark of summer nights.
“Why did she refuse me?”
“She has secrets she feels she needs to keep.”
Eomer looked at him askance, asking, “What secrets of hers do you know, Elf Prince?”
“I….” The elf seemed unsure, but then plowed on. “I have seen her in close combat, and I know of no woman alive, human or elf or any other, who fights as she does. She is pure violence and anger in the body of a gorgeous woman, and she tries not to become attached to anyone who might see that. And there is pain in her eyes. There is such pain in her, Eomer. You have to understand that. She may have refused you for any reason, probably one we’ll never think of. And someone is hunting her. Perhaps she is afraid you’ll get hurt in her final confrontation. It makes sense, does it not?"
Eomer thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Ask her again, though." Legolas caught Gimli's eye from across the room. "I’ve just spoken to Gandalf. He said she may have changed her mind.”
“I do not ask a woman more than once to share my bed, Legolas. I will not ask her again. She refused, and that is enough for me.”
Legolas watched Eomer watching the beautiful and mysterious Mina, and wondered if it would be enough.