Imladris Healing

Title: Imladris Healing

Author: Khylea

Rating: NC-17 for sex :)

Timeline: Shortly after Return of the King, although it is AU. There are a few mild spoilers for ROTK, but not much since I chucked a lot of what happened anyway. But there are a few.

Characters: Elrond/Eowyn (and please do NOT blame me for the pairing. It was chosen for me as part of a challenge from the Waters of Cuivienen Yahoo group. I’m just doing the best I can with what I was given! LOL)

Archive: Feel free, just drop me a URL where I can visit it please sl_chester@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, and I REALLY doubt if the person who does own it, Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien EVER intended for Elrond and Eowyn to get together. :) Please do not sue me as you will get less than nothing. :)

Summary: Eowyn travels to Rivendell to see Aragorn’s wedding, meeting someone who unexpectedly soothes the pain she feels at seeing the one she loves marry another.

Dedication: For Anais, who keeps me writing. :)

Author's Notes: Thanks (or blame if you hate it! :P) go to XxLadyGreyxX on the Waters of Cuivienen Yahoo group who proposed a fic challenge with rather...um...odd...pairings (hey, I rejected the first one, Galadriel/Treebeard LOL), and silly me asked for a “difficult” one.....next time I’ll ask for an easy one. :) Okay, this is an AU for several reasons 1) Arwen and Aragorn did not get married in Rivendell like I wrote 2) Rivendell would have been pretty much deserted at this point 3) The timeline is shortly after ROTK and by that point Eowyn would have already met and begun to have feelings for Faramir. 4) Eowyn was NOT healed in Rivendell. Deal with it. :P I had a hard enough time coming up with a reasonably believable scenario to get Elrond and Eowyn together, I just couldn’t figure out how to make it non-AU. So basically in this AU timeline, here’s what happens: After TTT, the forces of Gondor and Rohan fight the dark armies at Pelennor fields. Eowyn is badly injured killing the Witch-King and is taken to Rivendell to be healed by Elrond. After the war of the ring is over, Aragorn and his comrades and friends travel to Rivendell to celebrate Aragorn’s marriage to Arwen. Shortly after this, Aragorn and Arwen return to Gondor to begin their rule, and Elrond leaves Middle Earth to go to the Undying Lands. I know some of the details are correct to how it happened, some are not. But overall, it is an AU.

Why was she here? As Eowyn lie sleepless in the ornately carved bed, she asked herself that question for what seemed the thousandth time. Why had she agreed to come here, to the house of Elrond, to see Lord Aragorn marry another?

At first she had thought her feelings for him were merely a childish obsession, or a feeling of gratitude at his help in seeing her people safely to Helm’s Deep. Or even a feeling of admiration for the way he had fought fearlessly against the armies of the Dark Lord. But now that she was here, now that she had seen him pledge his heart, his life, to another, she realized it was none of those things.

Ever since she had been a very young girl, she had fantasized about what her ideal man would be like. He would be handsome and brave, unselfish, strong yet gentle, a fierce warrior with the soul of a poet. She had thought him a dream, a mere childhood fantasy that would never come true as an adult. Yet that man that came with the Elf, the Dwarf, and the Wizard to free her king, had been all of those thinBut But his heart was already given to another, an immortal no less, since long before Eowyn was born. She could hardly blame him. Arwen was beautiful, a flawless portrait of pale skin, slender body, long dark hair. Eowyn felt so plain, so ordinary next to her.

Next to any of the Elves here, she reminded herself. She had never been surrounded by such beauty. The females were dreams of beauty, seemingly crafted from perfection itself, the males no less stunning, delicate aringring, yet strong and confident. How could any race have been gifted with such beauty? She asked herself.

Finally giving up any attempt at sleeping, she flung the covers back and grabbed a cloak from the closet, tossing it on and quietly creeping outside. Normally she would have dressed, but the sun was due to come up in only a couple hours, and judging by the amount of celebration that had gone on the night before at the nuptials, she doubted if anyone would be up this early.

She remembered a waterfall she had discovered the day before and headed that way. The night was warm, and by the time she reached it, was glad for the cooling spray on her face and neck. She grasped the railing of the bridge that crossed over the stream below the waterfall and tilted her head up to the sky, allowing the cool water to bathe her warm skin. For a long time she stood like that, trying not to think, trying not to wonder if she would ever find someone else she could care for as much as she had for Aragorn....Elessar, she reminded herself. He goes by the name of Elessar now.

She sighed. King Elessar. What a lovely name. King Elessar aueenueen Eowyn....she sighed again, but then shook her head, ashamed. What was she doing acting like a girl with a childish crush? After a time she lowered her head and stared into the rushing water under her feet. How she wished she could be like that water, just rushing on merrily to its destination, not worrying about how it would get there or what it would be like when it arrived. With another deep sigh, she pulled her thoughts from the water and continued along the pathway.

As she expected, the gardens were deserted at this hour. The sky was beginning to lighten with dawn and she decided to return to the house, taking another route back, enjoying the scent of perfumed air in the well manicured flowerbeds. She did have to admit the gardens were beautiful, flowers of untold kinds crowding the walkways, spilling over onto the bricks. She continued on, so caught up in her own thoughts that she did not hear the soft footfalls behind her.

“My lady?” A soft voice caused her to spin, clutching her chest in fear. Her hand automatically went for her dagger before she remembered she was in night clothes and had left it in her room. Her eyes widened at who was in front of her and quickly lowered her hands. Dark eyes watched her closely, missing nothing in her actions. “I did not mean to frighten you my lady.” The soft voice again, sending shivers down her spine. “I did not think anyone else would be in the gardens at this hour.”

“Nor did I.” Eowyn said, finally finding her voice.

“Indeed. I assume if you had known, you would have dressed more appropriately?” A hint of a smile, and she flushed, looking down at herself. Her nightgown was whisper thin and shamefully low cut, and she was painfully aware how it clung to her body, showing the curve of her hips, the pale skin of her chest, how her nipples jutted forward in the cool night air. She pulled her cloak more tightly around her, trying to decide how to make a quick exit without insulting the Lord of Imladris. “Not that I find your attire displeasing, my lady.” Elrond said, moving closer and brushing her cheek with the back of his hand. “You are lovely.”

“For a mortal, you mean.” Eowyn snapped, more turned on than she wanted to admit. There was something about the Elf that she found intriguing, and when she had not been staring longingly at Aragorn, she had been glancing at Elrond, trying not to be obvious about it. He did not have the delicate beauty of Legolas, or Elrond’s twin sons, or many of the other Rivendell Elves, but there was something about him that she found attractive. A strength, a confidence in himself, in his place in life.

“Did I say that? Beauty is beauty my lady. You do not have the same beauty as an Elf maiden, but that does not mean you are less beautiful. Simply that you have a different kind of beauty.”

“Oh...I...thank you Lord Elrond.”

He bowed slightly. “Lady Eowyn.” He watched her closely for a moment, and she had to turn away from the intensity of his dark stare. “It is painful to love one who does not return your feelings, is it not?”

Her eyes flew to his. “I...I do not know what you mean, my lord.”

“My son. I saw how you watched him at his nuptials.”

“Son? Lord Aragorn?”

“Yes.”

“But...he is human.”

“Yes. His human parents were killed when he was just a baby. I adopted him and brought him here to live, to grow.”

“Oh.” She did not know what to say. She wanted to deny her love for Aragorn, but why should she? What did she have to hide? She shrugged. “He married another. What do my feelings matter?”

“Feelings always matter, even if they are unrequited.” He reached up to gently stroke her hair. “But the pain will lessen in time.”

She leaned into his gentle touch, taking his free hand in hers and bringing it to her lips, kissing the back. She gazed into his eyes, seeing for the first time, the pain, the sorrow, of a long life filled with much heartbreak.

“Your pain will lessen as well, my lord.” She said softly, causing him to start for a moment, but then relax again.

“Yes. But today my daughter leaves for Gondor with her husband. I lose a daughter and a son today.” He said softly, pulling his hand away from hers and turning away. “I do not think I will see them again.”

“You will not travel to Gondor to visit them? He He again turned to face her, shaking his head. “The time of the Elves is over. My people have all but left these shores. There are few of us left. It is my time to leave as well, to sail to the Undying Lands with all that is left of my kin.”

“But surely you could stay a little longer? What is a few years to an immortal? Would you not even stay to see a grandchild born?”

“No. My place is with my people. I can no longer ignore the call of the sea. It is my time to leave.”

“Then...you will never see them again?”

“Only in my memories.” He whispered. She stared at him for a long time, seeing not the strong Elven leader that had given away his daughter in marriage, not the skilled healer that had saved her life, but a deeply saddened being, his heart breaking at losing two of his beloved children. On impulse, she moved closer and gently set her hands at his waist, stretching up to softly kiss his lips. When he did not pull away she kissed him again, a little firmer this time, sliding her hands up his back to twine in his silky hair.

After a moment, he pulled away, gazing deeply into her eyes. For several long minutes nothing was said while they continued simply looking into each others eyes. “Let us forget the pain together, my lord. If you must soon leave for the Undying Lands, let me give you something to remember this world by.” He said nothing, taking her hand and leading her along the pathway, up a set of stairs and to a spacious room. She could not help but gasp at the beauty of his bedchamber.

The walls were hung with delicate fabrics, ornate carvings, elaborate wall sconces that held flickering candles, bathing the room in a soft glow. Eowyn’s attention was drawn to a large painting on the far wall, Elrond with a dark haired female Elf. Though there were no names to identify the woman, she looked so like Arwen that Eowyn thought she could be none other than her mother.

Elrond saw her staring at the picture and joined her in front of it. “Celebrian.”

“Your wife?”

“No longer. She dissolved our bond when she sailed to the Undying lands many centuries ago.”

“And left you behind?”

“She was attacked by Orcs and held captive for many days. My sons were able to rescue her, but....” His voice trailed off.

“She never recovered.”

He shook his head. “I was able to save her life, to heal her body. But the wounds to her soul were beyond even my skill to heal. She had grown tired of the pain of this world and sailed the next year. She asked me to come, but my children were not yet ready to be left alone, and they did not wish to leave.”

“You must miss her very much.”

“Yes. But particularly this time of year. Yesterday was the anniversary of the day she sailed.”

Eowyn’s eyes widened. “And your son and daughter were so callous as to want to celebrate on a day that gives you so much grief? Or were they not aware of the date?”

“They were aware. They simply thought it would help to ease my pain if there was a joyous occasion to celebrate on this day as well.”

“But it did not work out that way.”

“No. If anything it only made my pain worse. Yesterday is the day I lost my wife, and the day I will also lose my son and my daughter.” He said softly. Eowyn’s heart went out to him at the admission. Her own sorrow paled next to the suffering of this ancient Elf. She knew it was probably only a matter of time until she found another to take away her pain at her unrequited love for Aragorn, but Elrond’s pain would only grow as the sorrows were heaped upon him.

Again she moved closer, taking his face between her hands. “Let me help you my lord. Help you with the pain. Life is not all pain. Let us remember the happiness too. Your son and daughter love you very much, as I am sure your wife did as well. They would not want you to be unhappy.”


“Nor would Estel wish it for you.” He whispered.

“Estel?”

“Aragorn. Forgive me. Estel is the name he was known by when he lived here.”

She nodded, taking his hand and pulling him toward the enormous bed. He hesitated for only a moment before following her. She sat on the edge of the bed, pulling him down next to her. They sat close to each other, their knees touching, neither quite sure what they wanted. After a moment, Elrond reached up and touched the side of Eowyn’s face, and she responded by laying her hand on his thigh. She leaned closer and softly touched her lips to his. He tensed for a moment under her mouth but then relaxed, allowing her tongue entry. She ran her tongue lightly along his teeth then broke the kiss, trailing the line of his lips with her fingers. “Are you sure you wish this, my lord?” She whispered. “I know Elves are very choosy about who they share their bodies with.”

He nodded, smiling gently at her. “ You were not the only one who looked longingly at another last night.” Eowyn’s heart almost stopped at the look in his eyes. “I have made my choice, my lady. It is you I want.” He leaned closer, sliding a hand up her arm, cupping her chin in his fingertips. Turning his head slightly, he softly kissed her lips. Gently pushing her back on the bed, he lifted her feet onto the silky covers and lay down beside her. For a long moment, he stared at her, tracing the line of her lips with a long finger. She held his gaze, trustingly smiling at him.

He kneeled over her, straddling her body, leaning down for another kiss. His long hair, unbraided for the night, fell over his shoulders, tickling the bare skin of her chest. He toer fer face in his hands and kissed her softly again, and she reached up, stroking his soft hair, her cloak falling to the bed.

He reached between them and laid a hand on her stomach, sliding her silky gown across her skin. “Take this off.” He whispered hoarsely. “I want to see you.” He reached for the hem, pulling it up to her waist, swallowing hard as more of her soft skin was exposed to his view. She tensed for a moment, but sat up slightly, allowing him to take the garment over her head before she again relaxed into the bed.

He moved away for a moment, admiring the pale, silky skin, then could not resist any longer and touched her thigh. She gasped under his soft touch, pressing herself gaingainst his hand. He kissed her neck, trailing his tongue along the line of her jaw, back to her ear. Suckling on her earlobe, his hand stroked her thigh, moving up to caress her stomach, her breasts, her throat. Eowyn moaned softly as his mouth moved lower, teasingly circling the tender nipple before he drew it into his mouth, drawing forth a gasp. His other hand pulled and gently pinched on her other nipple as he teased them both into erectness.

Her breath began to come harder as he again moved lower, sliding his tongue down the center of her body, darting inside her navel. She pressed herself up against him, reaching down and twining her hands in his hair. He looked up at her and smiled, then moved back slightly, just brushing the ends of his hair against her hot skin. She gasped, closing her eyes in pleasure as the soft hair tickled her skin.

After a moment, the touches stopped, and she opened her eyes, looking down at him. Without her realizing it, he had gently separated her legs and was now laying between them. “May I, my lady?” She nodded wordlessly as he reached up, cupping her mound in his hand. Finding the hard nub within her folds, he moved it gently with his thumb as he slid two fingers inside, si, sighing as the warm dampness enfolded him.

Eowyn gasped, arching into his touch as he shifted position yet again and kissed the curly hair. A strangled moan escaped her as she felt the sensitive tongue of the Lord of Imladris slide along her slit, then dart inside her opening. She grasped the covers, twisting them in her hands as he licked, sucked, and gently bit her hard nub. “Oh my lord!” She moaned as he slid his fingers back inside her, working her nub with his mouth. The sensations seemed to come from everywhere as she quickly reached her climax, the pleasure washing over her like a wave.

She collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard, as he crawled up her body to lay beside her, nuzzling his face into her neck, his arm thrown casually across her stomach. For a long while they lay like that. Eowyn could feel his arousal pressing into her side, and after a while, she reached up and unbuttoned the top button of his robe. He rolled to his back, watching her, as she slowly removed the garment, pushing it back off his shoulders and onto the bed.

She could not help but stare at his muscular body, the skin smooth and unmarred by scars or wrinkles. She slid her hands up and down his chest, loving the feel of perfect skin under her fingertips. For a moment, she was unsure what to do. She had never been with an Elf before, and did not know what they would like. Experimentally, she kissed him, then traced the line of his jaw, back to his ear. Sliding her tongue around the rim, she suckled on the delicately pointed tip. He moaned under her, reaching up to stroke her bare back.

She smiled as her efforts caused pleasure and repeated her actions on his o ear ear. When she pulled back to look at him his eyes were dark with need, his face open and relaxed. She kissed down the center of his chest, moving to the side to take one hard nipple into her mouth. He moaned again, pushing himself up into her touch as her fingers teased the other. He closed his eyes, feeling the sensations washing over him. It had been so long, he had forgotten what the gentle touch of a female felt like.

Growing more confident as her actions brought expressions of pleasure, she trailed her tongue down his chest, sliding a hand lower and stroking his arousal. He jerked, pressing himself up into her hand, feeling his need rising. She smiled against his chest, moving her hand quicker as she slid lower.

She felt his hot shaft against her cheek and looked up at him. “Would you like this, my lord?”

He gasped at her touch. “Only if you wish to do it my lady.” She nodded, darting her tongue in the slit at the end, reaching a hand lower to cup his sacs. It was his turn to grasp the sheets as she slid her tongue down his hot member, then took in as much of him as she could. He moaned deep in his throat as he felt her hot mouth engulf him. He could feel his own arousal arising to a fever pitch and knew he could not hold back much longer. He clenched his hands tightly, trying to bring himself under control, but his soft moans gave his need away. “Eowyn, please....I need to be inside you. Let me make love to you.” She nodded, straddling him, her own arousal having again risen with pleasuring him.

They both sighed as she slid down on him, impaling herself on his hard shaft. She began to move slowly, giving her body time to adjust to his fullness, but it was not long until the slow paas tas too much for her and she was gripping his shoulders for leverage, moving up and down on him as quickly as she could. He grasped her waist and helped her to a quicker pace, feeling as if his body might explode from the pleasure.

The climax came quickly for them both, but even then, she kept moving on him until she could no longer stand to, finally collapsing on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against his chest. Eowyn quickly began to shiver as a slight breeze wafted over her damp skin but was too content to pull away and fetch a blanket. She jumped when she felt her cloak being slid around her shoulders and smiled, ing ing it tightly to her throat. At last she slept.

When she woke, the morning sun was streaming through the windows. Elrond was still there, but by the glazed look in his eyes, she could see he was sleeping in the open eyed sleep of his people. She glanced at the Elf Lord for only a moment before slipping from his grasp, taking care to not wake him. She grabbed her clothes and pulling on her nightgown, rushed down the hallway to hwn rwn room. As she dressed, she thought back to the events of the night before. Why had she done what she had done? Though she had enjoyed herself immensely, mainly due to the fact that Elrond was a skilled lover, she had no deep feelings for him. Why had she used him in such a manner? Why had she used him to take away the pain of her loss of Aragorn? She knew this had been the only time they would join in such a manner, and she was not the kind to share her body with someone she had no future with.

She finished dressing and quickly combed her hair, intending on leaving immediately, her shame nearly overwhelming her. She nearly ran to the door, pushing it open and just as quickly closing it behind her. She turned and ran headlong into a man in the hallway, nearly knocking both of them off their feet. He reached up to steady her, and when she looked into his eyes, her heart dropped into her feet. Though the resemblance to Aragorn was only superficial, she sae sae same intelligence, the same compassion, the same gentle humor in his eyes that the king had.

“Pardon me, my lady. Are you hurt?”

She shook her head quickly, noticing the design of the White Tree on his leather breastplate and realizing he must be from Gondor. “No, I am fine.”

His face lit up in a smile, and Eowyn thought she was seeing Aragorn again. She could not help but smile herself. “Good.” He noticed her filled traveling basket. “You are off early. Will you not even stay for breakfast.”

Eowyn shrugged, looking away. In truth, she just needed to leave, though she was not sure where she was going. Her king was dead, her brother had taken his own mate and left several days ago, to where she knew not. Her people were in a shambles, scattered and many killed. There was nothing for her to return to in Rohan, but she did not know where else to go.

The man looked at her closely for a moment. “You are from Rohan, are you not? Lady Eowyn if I remember correctly.” He reached a hand out to her, laying it on her shoulder, and she nodded, relaxing under his gentle touch. “I was just on my way to return home. Many of your people have taken refuge in Gondor. You are welcome to join me if you would like.”

She thought for a moment. Gondor was not that far from Rohan, if she grew tired of it there, it would not be a long journey to return to her home. And there was something about this man that spoke to her heart. He treated her with the same gentleness, the same respect, the same gentle humor that she had seen in Aragorn, and that she loved in him. “I would like that.”

He smiled again, motioning her down the hallway. “Then let us get some breakfast. We shall start off right after that.” Eowyn walked a few steps before turning to him.

“I did not get your name, my lord.”

He smiled again and Eowyn thought she could look at that warm smile forever. “Faramir, my lady. My name is Faramir.”

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