Night-Time in the Gardens

Title: Elven Slave
Disclaimer: They belong to Tolkein, not me.
Rating: Finally, there is smut. NC-17.
Pairing: Arwen/Eowyn, Aragorn/Legolas mentioned.
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Archive: Anywhere that wants it. But please e-mail me.

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I sat in a small, but elegantly decorated, sitting room waiting for Eowyn. After our argument, Aragorn and I had agreed that he should talk to Legolas and that I should talk to Eowyn before we decided what we should do. I had sent a message to Eowyn with a servant messenger. I had never done that before; we had always been too worried about secrecy, but I supposed it didn't matter anymore. The important person, Aragorn, knew.

A clatter of heels announced Eowyn's arrival.

"Arwen, what's wrong? Why did you need to see me so urgently?"

"He knows, Eowyn. He knows…" Suddenly the tears I had been holding back all day spilled down my cheeks, and I buried my face in my hands and wept.

I felt gentle hands slip round my wrists, pulling them away from my face, and soft lips caressed my cheeks. Wanting, needing comfort, I blindly searched for her lips and mouth with my own, kissing her passionately and desperately when I found them. She kissed me back, just as hard, understanding my need for physical release from the thoughts that plagued me.

I wondered if Aragorn was doing the same thing with Legolas right now, and the mental image of them together added to my burning excitement. I pushed Eowyn down onto the soft, carpeted floor, tugging at her dress, trying frantically to get it off her. I moaned against her lips as she pushed my hands away to undo the ties on her dress, before undoing the ties on my own. She pushed me up off her so she could shove my dress down my body, and I pulled her up after me to do the same to her. We drew apart, hurriedly pulling off our undergarments till we both stood naked. I froze for a moment, examining the beauty in front of me. The gentle curve of her jaw shadowed a slim neck. Below that, a sharp collarbone flared into heavy breasts that hadn't yet started to sag with age. Her stomach was flat, apart from a small roll of fat slung between hip hips, that embarrassed her and excited me. Her belly then rose into her mound, covered with damp blond curls. Her legs were lean and muscled, her feet delicate.

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

I grabbed her waist, done with waiting, and dragged her up against me, enjoying the way her breasts and thighs prd agd against mine. I kissed and suckled hungrily at her naked skin, leaving a trail of livid red marks to show where I had been, while my hands roamed over her back and buttocks, squeezing and kneading the flesh I found there.

I slipped one of my hands round, between her legs, fingering the moist skin I found there. I slipped one finger into her crevice, feeling her distended clit slippery beneath my hand. I slipped first one, then two fingers into her, making her moan and twist against me. She clutched at me, hard enough to leave marks, and leaned her head against my shoulder, too far gone to hold it up herself.

It made me unbearably excited to know that I could undo her, Eowyn the White lady of Rohan, like this.

I thrust my fingers deep inside her a few more times before she came, shuddering and gasping against me, her juices gushing over my hand. I raised nit to my mouth, curling my tongue around my fingers before I let her slip to the floor. She wasted almost no time in pushing me back onto the sofa behind me. There, she spread my legs and pushed her face up to my moist sex.

She tongued the skin around it, ignoring my pleas for her to do more, kissing at my inner thighs and lower stomach. Only when she had rendered me completely incapable of coherent thought did she thrust her tongue up deep inside me, so that her nose rubbed against my clitoris sending spasms of delight twisting through my body. She held my hips down with her hands; and in a few seconds, I was coming, yelling out at the intensity of it.

She crawled up beside me, curling her body round mine.

"I love you." Her sleepy mutter roused me from my exhausted slump.

"I love you too, Eowyn."

We sat in silence till I could bear it no longer: unwelcome thoughts were returning to me, and worry grew in my stomach.

"What do we do?"

"Talk to Aragorn and Legolas. I don't know much about Elven marriages, but it's quite common for humans to have marriages that exist solely to produce heirs. You and Aragorn could sleep in separate rooms, our meetings could continue, and so could theirs…I do not see why we cannot make this work."

To me, her plan sounded cold and unfeeling. Marriages were supposed to be about love, not about hiding and secrets. Maybe I was being naïve. I didn't know what to do anymore. Everything was so confused.

"Would it work?" My voice was hesitant, quiet.

"Yes. And I know you think marriages should be about love, but that's just not always the case." I smiled inwardly. She knew me so well. "Arwen, the important thing here is that we can be together. We love each other. And it's the same for Aragorn and Legolas. This is the best solution."

"I suppose you're right." I paused. "But we do need to talk to Aragorn and Legolas."

She smiled at me, pushing herself up and grabbing her shift in one smooth movement. "Then let's go do that now."