Night-Time in the Gardens
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
4,190
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Chapter Five
TITLE: Night-time in the Gardens.
E-MAIL: purpledluva@yahoo.com
RATING: It’s dropped right down to a PG.
PAIRING: Arwen/Eowyn.
DISCLAIMER: 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 continue 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. I’ve probably completely screwed up ME geography here, so use your imagination.
Oh, and I keep meaning to thank Amy Fortuna, Carry, Lasselanta and Ellen Lavery for reviewing. Thanks!
The beach, when we got to it, was gorgeous.
We stood uphill from it, looking down on it. The hills in the distance looked blue and pale green in the twilight. The hill we were standing on was grassy, with sheep grazing in green fields separated by crumbly stone walls. The sea was a deep blue, and although the sky held a few clouds it was still a warm night.
The beach itself was covered in soft white sand, which I knew would be everywhere before the night was over.
I turned to Eowyn who was laying out blankets on the ground.
“You’re right,” I said, “It is perfect.”
She nodded. “I’m glad you like it. When I was younger I used to come here to think. It’s always been one of my favourite places.”
I watched hungrily as she started to unpack the picnic basket she had brought. I had last eaten with Aragorn, just before he left. Eowyn looked up, saw me watching, and smiled.
“Turn around, Arwen. I want this to be a surprise for you, okay?”
I turned around reluctantly, and listened to everything around me. In front of me the sea stretched on for miles and miles, it’s waves crashing on the shore before me. Behind me, I could hear wind rustling leaves on the bushes and trees, and the sounds of Eowyn unwrapping and setting out everything she had brought.
“Turn around.” I did, and gasped when I saw all that she had brought.
There was cold meat – chicken, turkey and ham, with little jars of sauce to go with them. She had fresh fruit, peaches and bananas and strawberries and cherries. The peaches and bananas had been cut up into little slices and arranged neatly, but the cherries and strawberries had been left whole, just their stalks and leaves removed. Another platter had been cover in cheeses, with crackers and biscuits to go with them. To drink there was a bottle of fine red wine to go in two crystal glasses.
She smiled up at me, handing me a plate. “Are you going to stand there and stare, or are you going to sit and eat with me?”
I chose to sit and eat with her.
All the food was delicious, I’m sure, but to be honest I didn’t pay much attention to it. While we ate we talked, mostly about unimportant things: gossip we’d heard, people we both knew, a play Faramir had taken her to, a restaurant Aragorn had taken me to. I didn’t pay any attention to it. All I could think about was her. Eowyn. The way she was so beautiful, inside as well as out. The way she did things like this, made me feel so special.
I felt strangely wonderful inside, all light and happy, but also like some part of me wanted to cry from the sheer bliss I was feeling. I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. Eowyn noticed, and stopped mid-sentence.
“Arwen, are you okay?” Her voice was warm, caring. I looked at her, studying her face. I knew what I wanted to tell her, I just didn’t know how to say it.
“I’m fine. But, Eowyn, I wanted to tell you…”
I stopped, watching mesmerised, as she raised a strawberry to her lips. They curved round it, framing it as she bit off the end. Some juice trickled down her chin, leaving a red trail behind it.
She cleared her throat. “Arwen?”
I felt my face flush as I looked back up at her now amused eyes. I screwed up my courage, preparing to speak.
“I just…I just wanted to tell you…” I took a breath. “I love you, Eowyn.”
A/N: Ooh, cliff-hanger.
This was meant to be a smutty chapter but Arwen ::glares:: went and got all lovey and messed it up. Maybe next time.
E-MAIL: purpledluva@yahoo.com
RATING: It’s dropped right down to a PG.
PAIRING: Arwen/Eowyn.
DISCLAIMER: 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 continue 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. I’ve probably completely screwed up ME geography here, so use your imagination.
Oh, and I keep meaning to thank Amy Fortuna, Carry, Lasselanta and Ellen Lavery for reviewing. Thanks!
The beach, when we got to it, was gorgeous.
We stood uphill from it, looking down on it. The hills in the distance looked blue and pale green in the twilight. The hill we were standing on was grassy, with sheep grazing in green fields separated by crumbly stone walls. The sea was a deep blue, and although the sky held a few clouds it was still a warm night.
The beach itself was covered in soft white sand, which I knew would be everywhere before the night was over.
I turned to Eowyn who was laying out blankets on the ground.
“You’re right,” I said, “It is perfect.”
She nodded. “I’m glad you like it. When I was younger I used to come here to think. It’s always been one of my favourite places.”
I watched hungrily as she started to unpack the picnic basket she had brought. I had last eaten with Aragorn, just before he left. Eowyn looked up, saw me watching, and smiled.
“Turn around, Arwen. I want this to be a surprise for you, okay?”
I turned around reluctantly, and listened to everything around me. In front of me the sea stretched on for miles and miles, it’s waves crashing on the shore before me. Behind me, I could hear wind rustling leaves on the bushes and trees, and the sounds of Eowyn unwrapping and setting out everything she had brought.
“Turn around.” I did, and gasped when I saw all that she had brought.
There was cold meat – chicken, turkey and ham, with little jars of sauce to go with them. She had fresh fruit, peaches and bananas and strawberries and cherries. The peaches and bananas had been cut up into little slices and arranged neatly, but the cherries and strawberries had been left whole, just their stalks and leaves removed. Another platter had been cover in cheeses, with crackers and biscuits to go with them. To drink there was a bottle of fine red wine to go in two crystal glasses.
She smiled up at me, handing me a plate. “Are you going to stand there and stare, or are you going to sit and eat with me?”
I chose to sit and eat with her.
All the food was delicious, I’m sure, but to be honest I didn’t pay much attention to it. While we ate we talked, mostly about unimportant things: gossip we’d heard, people we both knew, a play Faramir had taken her to, a restaurant Aragorn had taken me to. I didn’t pay any attention to it. All I could think about was her. Eowyn. The way she was so beautiful, inside as well as out. The way she did things like this, made me feel so special.
I felt strangely wonderful inside, all light and happy, but also like some part of me wanted to cry from the sheer bliss I was feeling. I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. Eowyn noticed, and stopped mid-sentence.
“Arwen, are you okay?” Her voice was warm, caring. I looked at her, studying her face. I knew what I wanted to tell her, I just didn’t know how to say it.
“I’m fine. But, Eowyn, I wanted to tell you…”
I stopped, watching mesmerised, as she raised a strawberry to her lips. They curved round it, framing it as she bit off the end. Some juice trickled down her chin, leaving a red trail behind it.
She cleared her throat. “Arwen?”
I felt my face flush as I looked back up at her now amused eyes. I screwed up my courage, preparing to speak.
“I just…I just wanted to tell you…” I took a breath. “I love you, Eowyn.”
A/N: Ooh, cliff-hanger.
This was meant to be a smutty chapter but Arwen ::glares:: went and got all lovey and messed it up. Maybe next time.