Joy and Sorrow

Joy and Sorrow

Chapter 4
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.
Notes: Elvish translations at end of story. I did the best I could. ;)


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Larelind had spent the entire night thinking over what had happened. She eventually told Eowyn, needing to tell someone, and the blonde had been more angry than Larelind had ever seen. Larelind didn't want her to say anything to Eomer, though. As much as it hurt, she didn't want to keep thinking about it. It was over. Part of her felt as though a burden had lifted. Another part, though, was still very upset.

She decided early on that morning that the day would be spent mourning the time she had lost in the past year, the time she had spent with Eomer. Larelind took a long sip of wine and smacked her lips, tilting her hand and watching the red liquid swirl in the nearly-empty glass. A source of comfort or a source of avoidance, she wasn't sure, and at that moment she didn't really care. It may have barely been noon, but Larelind decided she was allowed a day of drinking away her sorrows.

"The men here, they have no respect," she said, pointing her finger at the wide-eyed hobbit across from her. She had accosted Frodo, seeing him as the only one in the large room who wasn't worth being mad at. The small hobbit sat at the wooden table, periodically checking the door for any hope of escape. Larelind watched him closely. "Am I boring you?"

He blinked his blue eyes and sat back slightly. "Not at all, my lady," he said, clutching his ale, "I only thought I saw someone I knew."

Larelind cast a glance towards the door before turning back and narrowing her eyes at the hobbit. Frodo smiled innocently, so Larelind dropped it. "As I was saying," she said, and he took a long swig of his drink, "Men here are truly not worth it. But really, are they worth it anywhere? I suspect in all of Middle-Earth there is not one man who would think of his companion before himself!"

Warily, Frodo commented on that. "Lord Aragorn thought of all his friends before himself, during the war of the ring."

Larelind waved her hand and snorted. "That's not what I mean. They're all honourable and noble in battle, but in relationships, Frodo, they are nothing but pigs." With that, she downed the last of her wine and poured herself another glass.

Frodo eyed the goblet unfavourably. "What about the elves?" he asked.

"What about the elves?" she repeated, staring at him in confusion.

"I have visited Rivendell and Lothlorien, and have met many of them. They are not Men, but I found them to be quite honourable, in battle and love." Frodo glanced at the door again when he heard it creak open, then looked back at Larelind in disappointment. She seemed to not have noticed.

"Well," she said softly, sipping at the wine, "Perhaps the difference is that they are not Men. If they are so kind and compassionate, I should like an elf." Larelind chuckled into her glass as she brought it to her lips.

Frodo curled his lip when he got her meaning. Taking a deep, pained breath, he looked over Larelind's shoulder as the door to the hall opened once again. This time, though, his eyes brightened in hope. "Boromir!" he called, "Boromir, please, come visit us!"

Larelind didn't bother to turn, mumbling something dark into her drink. She heard the Captain's footsteps as he neared the table, then glanced up at him when he stood at the foot of it. "Frodo, Lady Larelind," he said in greeting, "How are you this day?"

Frodo grabbed Boromir's hand and yanked him down to a seat. "I am fine, Boromir," he said, his eyes wide, "But Lady Larelind is not so well."

Twisting her face, Larelind glared at the hobbit. "I am fine," she said, dipping her finger into the wine and licking it off. She eyed Boromir and smiled. "How are you, Captain? And how is your brother?"

Boromir slid his eyes between Frodo and Larelind several times before narrowing them and leaning across the table. He plucked the glass from Larelind's hand and took the decanter, placing them on the far end of the table. "I think you have had enough," he said, raising an eyebrow, "Even I have never been drunk before noon."

Larelind, her eyes brimming with seething hatred now that he had taken her wine, crossed her arms and sat back. "It is past noon," she said, "And I am not drunk." Without warning, she laughed loudly and shook her head. "I hope your brother is more likable than you are, Lord Boromir. I am very protective of Eowyn."

He tilted his chin up, watching her as she gazed absently around the room. "As much as I find I do not care, I am sure Lady Eowyn would find reason to hate me if I did not at least take you back to your room, where you will be safe." He stood up and held out his hand. "Come. Let us leave Frodo in peace. I will take you there now."

She sat back and stared straight ahead. "I do not have a room," she said, "Eomer and I are no longer together."

"Where are you staying, then?" he asked, his voice holding a measure of tension.

"With Eowyn," she replied, "But I will not go there, either. I promised myself I would not bother her for the rest of the day."

Exasperated, Boromir rolled his eyes. "Is there anywhere I can take you?"

Larelind was silent for a moment, then looked up at the Captain in interest. Her eyes roamed up and down his tall frame. "You can take me to your room," she said, a smirk playing at her lips.

Boromir sighed heavily and looked at Frodo, who frowned. "You can leave, Frodo," he said, and the hobbit complied readily, sliding down from his seat and rushing towars the door. Larelind glared at the halfling till he shut the door behind him. "Going to my room is not a good idea, my lady," he said, "Is there somewhere else?"

Licking her lips, Larelind stood up and raised an eyebrow. "What do you think I'm going to do, fuck you?" she said, crossing her arms, "I have no where else to go, Boromir. You want to take me somewhere? You want to watch over me so I don't do anything stupid? The only place I have to go, the only place I will go, is to your room."

His blue-gray eyes stared at her in annoyance. "You are not worth this," he muttered, grabbing her arm and pulling down the hall. Larelind tried to pull free, but he was resolute in his hold. As they exited the hall, he continued to speak. "If you want to go to my room, we will go to my room. Do not expect any more hospitality than that from me. I do this only because you are Eowyn's friend."

"How noble of you," she sneered, still trying to yank out of his grasp. Her arm began to ache from his hold. "Let go of me, you jerk! I can walk by myself!"

He didn't let go, but it wasn't far to his rooms. When he opened the door, he shoved Larelind inside, closing the door behind him.

Larelind pursed her lips and looked around. "This place is a mess," she said, wandering around the small room.

"If you don't like it, you are welcome to clean it up." Boromir ignored her glare and leaned against the wall. "I do not intend to babysit you all day. Why don't you sleep? You look tired."

Larelind did feel tired, but the buzz from the wine kept her alert, if a little hazy. Chewing her lips and narrowing her eyes, she approached Boromir and looked him over. "I think Eowyn is really in love with your brother," she said, watching his face, "Which means he is probably a very kind man. Generally speaking, that would mean that you also have it in you to be a very kind man." She pressed a finger against his chest and ran it down his tunic. "Care to show me a little kindness?"

Boromir grabbed her hand, holding it firmly in his. "I thought you said you didn't want to fuck me," he said, arching an eyebrow and pushing her hand away.

Pouting to the best of her ability, she raised her hand again, running it along the dark leather covering his chest. "Maybe I lied," she said, looking up with wide, suggestive eyes, "Maybe I could use a little of what you have."

He stared at her, not pushing her away, but not encouraging her, either. "You are drunk," he said, leaning forward, "I think, my lady, if you were in your right mind, you would not be here."

"What do you care if I'm in my right mind or not?" she asked, pulling her hand away and crossing her arms. "I'm offering you sex. Since when do men care about a woman's motives?"

Boromir smiled broadly and pushed past her, walking to the other side of the room. "You are the best friend of my brother's fiancee," he said, "If that is not enough to stop me from taking advantage of you, there is also the fact that I really do not like you."

Larelind laughed loudly, covering her mouth with her hands. "My dear Captain of Gondor," she said, dropping them and stepping towards him, "I don't like you, either. I don't want love, I want a good, hard screw." Putting her hands on his chest, she leaned into his neck and breathed softly, "It is I who am taking advantage of you."

Taking her hands in his, he pushed her off his body. "And afterwards, will you tell the world of how I forced you into bed? My lady, I do not like you, nor do I trust you."

"You think I would speak of this to anyone?" she asked innocently, "I would not hurt Eowyn in such a way. You know I am speaking the truth."

Boromir's eyes searched hers as Larelind's fingers clasped warmly over his hands. She could tell he was wavering, and the feeling she got from her nearing victory over him was intoxicating. "Can you deny your interest?" she asked in low tones, smoothing her fingers over his skin.

When he did not reply, Larelind forced herself up on her toes and laid a soft kiss upon Boromir's mouth. Suggestively, she ran her tongue softly along his lips before pulling away and smiling.

His gaze was steady and hard as he leaned down close to her face. "You are playing with fire, my dear," he said, his hands clenching her wrists tightly, "I will give you what you want if you so desire it, but do not believe you won't regret it when it is done."

Larelind met his gaze straight on, undeterred by his words. "Do not assume you know me, Boromir. I am not a weak-willed woman. If I have regrets, they will be my own and of no concern to you. What I want right now is you inside me, and I will not take no for an answer."

Without speaking, Boromir let go of her arms and lifted her up over his shoulder, taking her to the bed and dropping her down on it. Larelind grinned and bit her lower lip, batting her eyelashes at him as she laid back on the sheets.

Boromir watched her steadily as he began to disrobe. Every drop of clothing caused a small shiver to run through Larelind's body. When he was down to his pants and a thin shirt, Boromir climbed onto the bed and laid his body over top hers.

"You have a dirty mouth on you, my lady," he said, grabbing her arms and pinning them down on the bed, "Do you speak to all your lovers that way?"

Larelind brought a leg up and ran it along his, stroking his calf. "Only when it gets me what I want," she replied, pushing her pelvis up into his. His breathing caught slightly when she pressed into him, but he quickly recovered and pinned her legs down with his.

His weight was heavy upon her body, but when he finally brushed his lips against hers and forced himself into her warm mouth, Larelind was no longer preoccupied with how heavy he was. She tried to move her arms as she groaned into his mouth, but he held her steady, plunging his soft tongue downwards. His kiss was forceful and rough, barely allowing her to breath. She wanted to grab hold of him, to pull him down against her, but he wouldn't let go of her arms.

As her irritation grew, she jerked her mouth away from his and tilted her head back. "Let go of my arms," she growled, her breathing ragged, as she pushed them against his hands. He ignored her, diving for her throat instead.

Larelind gasped loudly as he bit her soft flesh, marring the skin with his teeth. She clenched her fists and hissed in a breath, trying with all her might to wiggle free. Boromir looked up, a smile on his face. "Is there a problem, my dear?" he asked, his eyes hazy with pleasure.

"Get off me," she said, staring up at him with a hardness in her eyes that she hoped he would respond to. It took him a few moments, but he eventually sat up and allowed her to move away from him.

She got off the bed and walked to the foot of it, staring down as Boromir sat on the bed with an amused expression on his face. "You are a tease, aren't you?" he said, a smile creasing his lips, "Eventually, that teasing is going to get you into trouble."

"Don't threaten me, Boromir," she said, taking hold of the bottom of her shirt and lifting it over her head. The Captain's eyes widened slightly, taking in the sight before him. "Lay back."

He chuckled softly before doing what he was told, stretching out on the long bed and crossing his arms behind his head. "Are you going to give me a show?" he asked as she stripped off her skirt.

Larelind raised an eyebrow as she crawled over his body, straddling his pelvis. He placed his hands on her thighs and massaged warmly, looking over her body. "No show for you," she said, leaning forward on her hands, "This is for me."

Her hair fell softly over her shoulders as she leaned to his lips, pressing her mouth upon them. Her tongue massaged against his when they touched, the strong taste of wine invading both their senses. Larelind inhaled deeply and raised herself up, licking her lips.

"Mmmmm...," she said, smiling wickedly as her hands roamed to his shirt, pulling it from his pants and smoothing it up over his chest. He watched her closely as she leaned forward, placing soft kisses against his stomach and tracing her way upward, touching her tongue to his sensitive skin. When she could go no further, Larelind sat back up and undid his pants.

Boromir's hands let go of her legs and moved upward towards her chest, but Larelind slapped them away. Exhaling loudly, he squeezed her thighs and waited for her to undo his pants.

In one quick movement, Larelind movack ack and yanked his pants off, along with his underwear. Before she got back on top of him, she slid out of her black underwear. Boromir stared at her in hunger as she climbed back over his body.

He was ready for her, but Larelind wanted to extend this as long as possible. She sat up on her knees and inched him inside of her body, lowering as slowly as she could.

Boromir stifled a groan as he resisted the urge to force his hips up into hers. She regarded him as though he was her plaything, so he surprised her by grabbing her hips and yanking her body down hard.

Larelind moaned loudly at the sudden invasion as her body fell forwards against his. She could hear his heavy breathing as she drew ragged breaths herself. "Bastard," she muttered, using his chest for support as she pushed herself upward. "You men have no stamina."

He laughed, then jerked her hips forward, causing her to curse in surprise. She tried to gain control of her movements, but the hands on her hips had an iron grip. "Move for me, lady," he said, his smile broadening as she tried to wriggle from his hold, "Just like that."

She stopped when he laughed, holding still against his body. Licking her lips, she placed her hands on his chest and rocked slowly against his pelvis, the only movement she could make as he held her steady.

Larelind cocked her head when she noticed his eyes closing in pleasure. His grip loosened as she brought herself up slightly, then lowered back down, pressing him as far into her body as possible. Small groans escaped his lips as Larelind began to stir herself, moving her hands to the bed and arching her back.

Boromir opened his eyes and took full advantage of her pose, sliding his hands up her belly and to her breasts, where he forced the bra up over them. Larelind bit her lip and groaned when he squeezed her flesh, pinching the sensitive center as she increased her rocking.

Not happy with just touching, Boromir pushed himself up and pulled Larelind against him, pressing his mouth to her breast. She gasped and grabbed his shoulders as he bit softly, lapping his tongue around the warm skin. Supporting himself with one hand, he began to press his hips upward against hers as she rolled forward, then down as she moved back. Boromir released his lips from Larelind's flesh and looked up at her, watching her face as she closed her eyes in pleasure.

Larelind leaned her weight against his shoulders and pushed Boromir back down to the bed. His hands found her hips once again, taking hold and moving her when her body began to tire. "Open your eyes," he said, watching her closely. She complied, blinking each time he jerked her hips forward.

"God, Boromir," she breathed, pressing her hands against his chest for support. She closed her eyes again, the feelings in her body becoming too difficult to quell.

Boromir saw her struggles, and jerked her hard against him in an effort to help her meet her pleasure. She gasped and rolled hard against him, groaning out as she lost herself to her senses. Larelind noticed she was still moving, though, as Boromir moved her body against his a few more times before meeting his own climax.

The exhaustion was overwhelming. Larelind's entire body tingled as she panted, laying her body down against his. His chest rose and lowered in quick succession, and as she listened to him breathe she could feel her eyes become heavy.

"Larelind," he said, poking her on the shoulder. She groaned irritably. "If you're going to sleep, would you at least do it on the bed? I have things to do."

Annoyed, Larelind pushed herself up and rolled off his body, not wanting to deal with him any further. She was tired. Wine and sex was not a good mix if you wanted to stay awake.

"Turn off the lights," she ordered as she heard Boromir get up and clothe himself. Larelind fidgeted against the blankets, then yanked off the bra that was resting uncomfortably against her breasts.

With her back towards Boromir, she could not see what he was doing. He said nothing to her, though, allowing her to rest. The room dimmed and Larelind closed her eyes, cuddling up against a pillow. She was feeling good. Very good. And quickly she fell asleep.

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TBC