The Elf and Future King

Thanks to my beta Viv
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JRR Tolkien owes everything except Amrun.

Chapter Six
More Than Just a Good-bye Kiss

“Éomer?”

“Yes.”

“Please come back to me. I could not bear to lose you.”

“What would I be coming back to? A friend, a lover, a wife? You promised me just one night but I cannot bear the thought of another man touching you. I need you to be with me. Forever. I will play whatever role you want me in your life if I have no choice in the matter, but I cannot be apart from you, not after tonight. You said I had confused my feelings of love. I tried to believe that. My heart is telling me to listen to the truth. I love you, whether you can accept it or not, I will not deny my feelings for you.” Éomer pulled her face up by her chin forcing her to look at him.

“You say you do not love me the way I love you yet you came to me tonight to make love with me. You gave up your innocence to me and we shared something beyond simply love making. Now you ask me to come back to you.” Éomer had sat up on his elbow and was staring at her intently. “I need to know if I have someone to come back to. Where do I fit into your life now?”

Amrun’s eyes filled with tears as she said, “I do not want to love you only to lose you. I do not want to fall in love with you. Only death comes to those I love.”

“Little one, if you love me, it will give me more reason to survive this battle because I will have every reason to live. You are everything to me. I plan to come back to you. I have not lost hope for us. We survived Helm’s Deep and we were terribly outnumbered there as well. Rohan has something that cannot be destroyed. The heart to fight for what is right. I do not feel the Gods’ plan is for me to die. I will return to you. Now you must decide what you want from me.”

Éomer thought for a moment, then looked down. “Do you deny me your love because of someone else? I have seen the way other men look at you. Even Legolas whom I call friend, follows you with his eyes when he thinks no one is looking. Would you rather be with another elf than a mortal man? Does he hold part of your heart as well?”

“No. There is no other. There is only you,” she said stroking his chest.

Éomer kissed her again and again. “Amrun, I love you. I love you. I love you. Promise me you will marry me when I return.”

“Come back to me and we will discuss it.” Amrun smiled then kissed him passionately.

Amrun kissed him with so much desire and love, Éomer felt like he was going to die. Grabbing her by the back of the neck, he pulled her even closer and wrapped his arms around her and stroked into her mouth with his tongue. When he finally released her, her face was flushed and she smiled.

“Éomer, you need sleep. Go to sleep now.”

They both closed their eyes for a few moments before Éomer said, “Amrun.”

“Yes?”

“I just want to remind you of something,” Éomer said amused.

“Yes?” Amrun asked.

“You did bow to me tonight.” He chuckled.

After a moment, she sighed. “If you mention it another time, I will never bow to you again.”

Éomer chuckled again as he wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her on the forehead. They fell asleep wrapped around each other.

When she awoke hours later, snuggled in his embrace, Amrun felt at peace for the first time in a long while. She knew in her heart that this was where she belonged and she was already in love with him whether she would admit it or not. She looked at him for a long time as desire raced through her body and once again wanted him to make love to her.

Slipping from the cot, Amrun went and peeking outside the tent, saw it was not sunrise yet. Walking back to the cot, she admired him. The blanket was only covering his lower half now. It was so arousing just to look at him. He had an enticing body and a sensual face.

He was lying on his side with his hair falling softly in his face and it made her smile. His hair and lips looked so soft compared to the hard muscles that made up the rest of his body. Every inch of him was well defined so much that she could trace each muscle with her fingers. She loved the way his muscled abdomen rippled like waves of grass upon the plains of Rohan. His warm belly bore an enticing trail of dark blonde hair that led down to the treasure that she desired to possess.

Amrun walked over to him and pulling back the blanket lightly so as not to wake him; she sat down beside him. Leaning over she ran her tongue along the trail of hair on his stomach and she could see the rise and fall of his breathing quicken as she slowly ran her tongue deeper and ran it along his soft organ. She was able to take all of his manhood in her mouth, as he was not yet aroused. He moaned softly and soon hardened in her mouth.

Wanting to pleasure him, she continued to suck as much of him into her mouth as she was able. Once he was fully hard, she used her hands to stroke him while sucking him deep in her mouth. He moaned in pleasure making her flush with desire. Occasionally, she would release him from her mouth so that she could lick his entire shaft. She felt him bury his hands in her hair as he moaned again as he gently thrust into her mouth. Feeling he was close to release and wanting to delay it, she removed him from her mouth and began kissing and lightly biting the insides of his thighs.

“Amrun, stop,” Éomer said

Éomer pulled her up to lie beside him on her back. He gently eased her legs apart and entered her swiftly in one hard thrust. He slowed his pace until he was moving into her almost completely withdrawing before sliding back into her fully. Reaching down, he caressed her breasts and moved his thumb across of her hardening nipples. She was moving up to him causing him to burn with desire. Forcing himself to maintain control, he leaned over and flicked his tongue across one nipple then the other. She met his thrusts and they were a perfect union of flesh. When he felt her tightening around him, he pushed himself into her fully and sucked one of her nipples hard.
As Amrun cried out his name, Éomer felt her convulsing and tightening around his embedded manhood. He no longer cared how loud she was or who heard them. He continued to fight for control as he sucked the other nipple into his mouth and he softly grazed his teeth across it, causing her to whimper. As he continued to ride out her climax holding her tight against him, he swirled his tongue around her nipple. She felt so wet and hot inside he was afraid he would melt inside her.

Unable to remain still inside her, he thrust into her slowly again. Catching the end of her climax, he continued to stroke into her, causing her to stay on the edges of her climax. He felt like she was trying to devour him from within herself. Grabbing her legs and putting his arms under each one, he pulled them higher which allowed her to tilt up towards him. He slammed into her hard causing her to cry out each time he was fully in her.

Amrun was still in the throes of a continuous climax and his forceful entries into her made her mad with desire. He kept up his hard thrusts slowly increasing in speed. Eventually, he could take no more and pulling her legs up even further as he grabbed her buttocks in each hand he drove into her and moaned deeply.

When his release finally came, it was the most forceful and strongest climax he had ever had and he moaned her name loudly and repeatedly. She was still convulsing around him and he thought he would die from the pleasure. Finally, she screamed his name and arched into him clutching him tightly as her nails raked across his back. As she hit her peak, she quivered against him, completely spent. Trying to catch his breath, Éomer released her legs and collapsed onto her still buried deep inside her.

Taking her face in his hands, Éomer kissed her. She met his kiss with so much passion, he felt a jolt run through him. Thinking of losing her took his breath away and caused him to ache inside. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she buried her hands in his hair and pulled him closer to her still, sucking deeply on his tongue. He could feel her hard nipples against his chest and it was so stimulating, he felt like he was going out of his mind.

When she finally released his mouth, he moaned and said, “I have never felt this amazing in my whole life. You are so wonderful. I wish I could just stay here and make love to you until I finally died of pleasure.” She was breathing so hard she could not even speak. “Did I hurt you? I did not mean to be so rough with you”.

“No, you did not hurt me. It felt better than I could have ever imagined. Are all men as wonderful lovers as you are?”

“I do not want you to ever find out,” Éomer said as he captured her mouth and slid his tongue deep into it.

They lay with limbs tangled and mouths fused until they heard the men outside preparing to leave. Reluctantly, he kissed her deeply one more time and withdrawing himself from her grasp, he stood up and began to prepare as well. She watched him with sadness.

When Amrun started to rise, Éomer told her to stay there. He wanted to remember her exactly as she was. Her body was flushed from their lovemaking; she had small bruises on her breasts where he had marked her with his mouth. Her hair was wildly out of control and her lips were swollen even more full than normal. Her eyes were still smoldering with passion and it took everything in him not to lay down with her again. Not that he was even capable of making love to her again after last night and this morning.

In preparing to leave, he realized he needed help with his armor and he could not call in a servant. She left the cot and walked to him with shaky legs.

Amrun smiled and said, “I can barely walk. I do not know how I am going to ride a horse,” she said with a giggle.

Éomer smiled as he watched her help him stroking her hair softly. When he was prepared to leave, he looked at her and her lip had begun to quiver and tears filled her eyes.

“Amrun, I will come back to you,” Éomer said as he pulled her to him one last time. As he stroked her face, he whispered, “I love you.”

After he left, Amrun lay on the cot and cried. Her heart was breaking and she feared for him. Deep in her heart she knew that this could never be but it didn’t stop the pain to know that. Reluctantly she sat down and wrote him a letter as tears spilled down her cheeks. She did not want to tell him before he left that they could never be together. She would lose him one way or another either death in battle or death due to old age. She could not live through that. She would go to Imladris to dwell for the rest of her days and pray that he forgot about her soon. She did not dare to hope that she would forget him as well for she knew she would not.

When Amrun went back to her tent, Éowyn was not there. She quickly dressed and prepared to leave. She looked for Éowyn for some time but could not find her. Nor could she find Merry. Theoden was gone and she had not been able to say farewell to Legolas or Gimli when they left last night. She only said her farewells to Aragorn and Éomer.

The few friends she had made were now gone which overwhelmed her with sadness. Feeling small for her lack of purpose unlike her friends, she went to find a man to leave the letter for Éomer. She left it with one of the men who were going to Gondor after a few days when they broke camp. She went to find Lord Elrond and when she did, she left with him to go to her new home.
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