FIRE AND SILVER

*FIRE AND SILVER*
Part 3

The revellers were in full swing. The hall resonated with the sound of music, laughter and the boasting tales of the men. Bronwyn couldn’t help smiling when she saw Merry and Pippin dancing on the table and singing at the top of their lungs. The men around them were laughing and clapping, shouting encouragement.
Bronwyn had never met Hobbits before but had liked these two immediately. Their ability to enjoy life even after their capture and eventual escape was a talent she admired. Or maybe it was because they were still alive and with their friends again that gave them a renewed love of life.
Turning her attention to the rest of the room she walked around the edges of the hall searching for Eomer. She finally spotted him with the elf Legolas and Gimli the dwarf about to embark on what looked like a drinking competition.
“What are you up to?” a voice asked behind her. Jumping slightly she looked over her shoulder at the smiling face of Eowyn.
“What makes you think I’m up to something?” she asked innocently.
“Because you’re stalking my brother.”
Bronwyn spun around in shock, “I am not stalking him!”
Eowyn tried not to laugh, “Perhaps hunting is a better description? Poor Eomer, he won’t know what’s hit him!”
Bronwyn sighed but couldn’t help smiling at her friend’s enjoyment of her predicament. Eowyn knew all about Bronwyn’s feelings for her brother but she would have been shocked if she knew of what her friend had planned.
Bronwyn was about to speak but Eowyn had been distracted by something across the room. Looking over the crowd she could see the dark Ranger, Aragorn, standing with the wizard Gandalf. She looked at her friend and could see the smitten look on her face. Her heart ached to see Eowyn so enraptured with someone who could never return her affections.
There was no doubt the Ranger admired and respected Eowyn but Bronwyn had seen the way he occasionally touched the pendant around his neck and an aching wistfulness came over his face. Only a deep love could make someone look like that.
Eowyn excused herself and was off into the crowd before Bronwyn could stop her. Turning back to where Eomer stood she found him watching her and her stomach flipped slightly when her eyes met his but he quickly turned away. Taking a moment to regain her composure she came to the decision that she just wasn’t brave enough to try something here with so many eyes watching so when a young woman came up to her, laughing in high spirits, she accepted her invitation to join the dancers.
Bronwyn loved to dance. The music always made her feel free to let her hair down and forget decorum for a while. She was amongst friends and the atmosphere was one of celebration and for a while she forgot all about a certain Horse Lord while she enjoyed herself.
A while later she stumbled outside for some fresh air, feeling slightly tipsy from the mead she had been drinking. Her body was buzzing with the dancing and she was feeling happy and tired as she wandered along the path to the stables.
Before she got to the stables, however, a hand clamped over her mouth and she was dragged into the shadows between two buildings. She was shoved up against the wall and a face she didn’t recognise leered at her in the darkness. She began to scream but his mouth came down on hers smothering it and his hand fumbled at her skirts, raising them up.
Bronwyn froze in shock at this assault and then she felt angry. Biting down on the tongue trying to force it’s way into her mouth she heard him scream and then a fist slammed against her cheek and she fell to the ground.
The man loomed over for a moment but then another figure appeared and he was dragged away. She could hear a scuffle around the corner of the building but didn’t dare look.
Standing up slowly she steadied herself against the wall and placed a hand on her tender cheek. The fight abruptly stopped and she heard footsteps running away and then Eomer was there, looking at her in concern. He pulled her hand away from her face and gazed at her bruised cheek, gently holding her chin so he could see it better.
“You’ll be alright, he was too drunk to do you much harm.”
Bronwyn merely looked at him. Much harm! She’d nearly been raped and he was dismissing it! Shock at the assault finally hit her and her knees began to buckle beneath her as her head started to spin slightly.
Eomer caught her before she fell completely and lifted her into his arms, holding her close for a moment. She slid her arms around his neck and he could feel her tears spilling down onto his shoulder as she buried her face there. Taking a moment to check they would be unseen he decided to take her back to her chamber and perhaps get his sister to attend to her.
He wasn’t as uncaring as Bronwyn assumed. He had wanted to kill the man who had hurt her, kill him with his bare hands. The fact he had even tried to kiss her incensed him, which in turn angered him even more. Why should he care? It’s not as if he wanted her for himself!
Cursing silently to himself he made his way unseen to her chamber and laid her carefully on the bed. Sitting down beside her he gently brushed away a strand of her hair that had got stuck on her tear-stained cheek. She wasn’t crying now but merely lay watching him, her emerald eyes expressionless.
Such a difference from earlier, he mused, when she had danced in the hall with the others. Then she had looked so alive and happy, laughing and clapping in her enjoyment. He had watched the way she had moved, her body strong and sure in their movements and her hair spinning out whenever she spun around. She had looked so beautiful and so carefree then. Obviously he hadn’t been the only one to think so as he had noticed the other man slipping out the doors after her.
“Are you alright?” he finally asked her.
She nodded, still not speaking and for once in his life Eomer felt unsure of himself. Awkwardly patting her arm he started to rise but her voice stopped him.
“Thank you,” Bronwyn said softly, “For what you did.”
Eomer smiled, “It was an honour to rescue a maiden in peril! Besides, Eowyn would be upset if her best friend was hurt.”
Bronwyn looked at him for a moment. His face was all the more handsome when he smiled like he did now; she wished he would smile more often.
“Only Eowyn?” she asked him.
Eomer stilled and she could see the struggle on his face but then he leant forward to gently brush a finger against her injured cheek. “I would not see you harmed either,” he whispered against her lips before he kissed her.
Bronwyn closed her eyes and surrendered to his touch. She felt him move on the bed until he lay alongside her, half covering her body with his own. His kiss was soft and lingering, not like the ones before. She drew him closer wanting to deepen the kiss but he drew back slightly, making her cling to him more.
“Slowly,” he whispered against her skin as his mouth moved over her cheek and down to her neck.
Bronwyn gasped slightly as his mouth ran down the sensitive skin of her throat and she arched against him, wanting to get closer. Putting a hand on either side of her face he held her still while he kissed her, his tongue flicking against her own until the flesh between her legs began to feel hot and swollen.
Her own hands slid under his shirt so she could touch his skin and feel the contour of the muscles beneath. Fumbling with the buttons she drew the shirt over his shoulders and, without stopping kissing her he freed his arms and Bronwyn dropped the shirt on the floor.
Eomer placed his hand on her leg just above the knee, her skirt having slid up. Slowly his hand moved along the underside of her thigh, pulling the fabric of her gown along with it. She moaned as the most wonderful sensations swept over her from the touch of his hand then gasped when he tugged the fabric up over her hips.
Pulling back from her he quickly pulled the gown over her head then covered her body with his own. His hand came to her breast and she shivered at the feel of his palm brushing over her sensitive nipple then she moaned aloud when his mouth captured it.
Her hand tangled in his hair while the other grasped his back wanting him to get even closer. While his mouth worked on her breast his hand slid slowly down over her abdomen and came to rest on her mound, not quite touching where she needed him. He seemed to be waiting for something but in her inexperience she didn’t know what it was and she clutched at him frantically.
“Eomer!” she moaned.
This seemed to signal her need and some unspoken permission and his hand slid over the hot, wet flesh that throbbed to be touched while his mouth came down on hers, almost bruising in his ardour. A finger slid completely inside her and she froze suddenly at this intrusion.
She knew what happened between men and women, some of the serving women were very free with their stories, but to actually be here in a man’s arms about to … she shuddered in indecision. She wanted Eomer so badly, his very presence set her on fire, but she was also unsure if this was a good idea.
Eomer seemed to sense her indecision and he moved his hand slowly back and forth as his finger slid in and out. She was so wet he could have taken her then and there but he didn’t want her to be frightened, she was so lovely and he wanted her completely.
He watched her face as his hand moved faster and slowly her eyes closed and her breath came in short gasps until he couldn’t wait any longer. She cried out when he left her to remove his trousers and boots but he was back on her quickly and this time he parted her legs and positioned himself between them.
He held her face like he had before and began to kiss her mouth and neck until she moved impatiently underneath him. He could feel the entrance to her sex pressing against him and he pushed slowly forward, through the tiny barrier until he was completely buried in her. He looked down at her but he saw no sign he had hurt her, she lay with her eyes half closed and her moist lips parted.
He began a slow rhythm always pushing in to his full length and she began to meet each of his thrusts with her hips. Her hands clutched at his back, the nails raking his skin and her head tossed on the pillow as he began to thrust faster.
Bronwyn didn’t think she could take any more. When he had first entered her she had felt the tiniest pain and then such a feeling of fullness that surprised her with how good it felt. It hadn’t taken any thought on her part to start moving with him, her body seemed to take over while her mind was overcome with sensation. Now she could feel something building inside her and she didn’t think she could take it, the feeling was overwhelming.
When Eomer’s mouth fell on her breast she came so explosively she was sure everyone could hear. She could feel the muscles of her sex tighten around Eomer and his own response as his hot seed spurted inside her.
He fell panting on top of her but she welcomed the weight, she could hold him there forever. He lifted his head to look down at her and gently brushed her hair back off her sweaty face then tenderly kissed her.
Moving to her side he pulled her back against him and pulled the covers over both of them. Bronwyn felt exhausted, exhilarated, safe and protected, it wasn’t long before she drifted off to sleep.

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