In Ruins

Authors Note: This is pretty much AU, PWP. I haven’t read the books in a very long time and the movie left out quite a bit. I probably should’ve consulted a BETA but I guess accuracy isn’t what I’m worried about since this takes place POST ROTK ^_~ This is just a short fic that will hopefully convince you of what I suspected to be true all along about the two main characters featured in this story.
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He bid all the nobles a good night and stepped in to his room. The room was vast and long silk banners hung down from the ceiling covering much of the walls. They were celebration banners to greet the new King and they were to be left up for another month or so. A gentle breeze from the window stirred them into graceful swirls of color. As they danced toward the center of the room it looked like small water falls in the moonlight. Eomer stopped paying attention to them. He had other things like politics and financial matters on his mind. He himself admitted that politics were his weakest point though and funding was always for the bookkeepers. None-the-less he did his best. If ever there was a time of war, woe to the enemy of Rohan for Eomer was like a military leader. He was cunning, brave and brutal if necessary.

He had been hunting all day and he was so exhausted. He quickly prepared for a good night’s rest and just before he did lay his head down, he stepped over to the mirror to brush his wet hair. He ran the crudely made, yet heavily embellished comb through his long, thick hair and as it shed some of the dampness, strands of gold appeared. He was usually so course when it came to everything but his hair. He often went to great lengths to ensure it looked good. Sitting in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a white linen cloth over his lower body, he took all his hair and threw it over one shoulder to brush it easier.
Suddenly out of the shadows a figure quick as a flash of lightning, gripped Eomer’s shoulder and forced him to lean back a little. Eomer felt cold steel at his throat.

“State your name cowardice assassin. You who hides in the veils of night.” Eomer spoke nobly never expressing any glint of fear. He quickly looked up in the mirror but all he could see was a black-cloaked figure holding him roughly in place. The knife was touching his skin. He could feel breath on his ear, but the breathing was labored, as if the attacker was wounded or somehow excited.

Eomer remembered that his sword was very close, if only he could break free and get it.

“Speak! What villain has sent you!” Eomer asked, furrowing his brows. The shadow’s hand moved up his shoulder and rested gently on the side of his throat. This gesture was even more menacing then the last. But there was an unsettling grace and gentleness in the hands of this murderous stranger. The skin was too rough to be that of a maiden’s and the hold he had on him was firmer than any shield maiden or nobleman. He deduced that is must have been one from the Riddermark, one of his own soldiers.

“Eomer, King. No one has sent me. I’m here on my own account.” The shadow whispered in his ear.

“Why? What do you want of me? We have rid the lands of those with dark intent or loyalty to a darker force.” Eomer said, still unable to move.

“Can’t you sense a worm when its in your presence? I’ve been watching you for quite some time now. ” the shadow hissed.

Eomer was released and the shadow jumped back. He spun around on the seat to see the offender. Slowly in the moon’s pale light the shadow drew back it’s hood. Long black strands of hair spilled forth around a gaunt and pallid face. The eyes were too sunken in shadow to see, but they seemed to glow blue when the candlelit flickered.

“Do you still not know who I am?” the stranger questioned.

“Grima? It cannot be. You don’t look like…” Eomer began to speak but Grima raised is hand to silence him.

Grima no longer cried, he wasn’t sickly or grotesque anymore and his mind was cleared.

“You have destroyed Sauron and banished Saruman but I survived and truly finished the job. Has your company not told you? I have slain Saruman and in doing so possessed some his power. Some might consider such evil magic to be a curse, however with the right person yielding it, it can go much farther.” Grima told him.

“Foul snake!” Eomer shouted as he lunged for his sword. He swung relentlessly with striking precision in attempts to slay the villain. Somehow Grima seemed to float away from his attacks with ease.
“What sort of conjuring is this?” Eomer said, tiring. He fell to one knee with his sword propping him up. His lush golden hair spilled over his shoulders into his face as he struggled to catch his breath. It was as if Grima drained him of his strength.
“Shouldn’t you send for help?” Grima taunted. “No, you are too proud for that aren’t you.”

Eomor forced himself to stand and Grima’s eyes widened slightly. An evil little sneer formed on his lips as Eomer weakly advanced. “Oh it pains me to see you like this Eomer. Dear Eomer.” He said, secretly casting another spell to drain Eomer of his energy. Eomer dropped his sword and fell on both knees. “What have you come for? My sister? She is not here, nor will I tell you where she stays.” Eomer said, looking to the ground.
“I know where she is, that is not why I’m here. Nor am I interested in any gold or even…power.” Grima told him as he walked right up to Eomer and loomed over him. Eomer looked at him with his dark sparkling blue eyes. He was utterly helpless and by the hand of the one he hated most of all. Grima was the reason his sister was fearful and paranoid, the reason his uncle fell ill, he was the one who cast a dark shadow over Rohan and it’s inhabitants. Now the very villain was standing in his room. He obviously knew the layout of the entire royal quarters and it was easy for him to slip passed. Perhaps it was because no one recognized him either.

“Eomer I think it’s time you hear the truth.” He knelt in front of Eomer.

“There is no truth in what you say.” Eomer rasped, locking his enraged dark eyes on Grima.

“I’m going to tell you anyway. I’ve come to terms with my feelings fairly recently.” Grima began to say but Eomer turned his face away from him. Grima cupped his hand around Eomer’s chin and gently turned his face toward him again.

“All those months of yearning. Those cold, lonely nights. Consumed by my need to possess everything… I was a lost slave. After Sauron fell, I suddenly realized that it didn’t have to be that way, I was strong enough to be my own ruler. I was smarter than Saruman and Sauron. Suddenly the words friend and foe had no meaning. I sided only with myself as I do now. However there was a part of me I could not shed even in my transformation. It was a love that I felt for someone.” The last words seemed to sting Eomer.
“She is already married. Please leave her alone, let her be happy.” Eomer pleaded.

“Eomer, it’s not her-it’s you. It may have been her a long time ago. I just couldn’t come to terms with my feelings toward you. You posed as a threat to my master’s plan. You could’ve stopped Rohan from ever coming near collapse. In fear, I had you banished for I knew that Sauron would’ve slain you or worse… a great warrior such as yourself would’ve been a real prize.” He looked into Eomer’s eyes and Eomer saw great power. It startled him that his enemy had become so strong. He could no longer throw or kick him around or curse him. He knew that he risked a number of things if he angered him now. Things like peace across the land, his sister’s well-being and other things of importance.

“What do you want then? My crown?” Eomer asked him, not breaking their eye contact.

“Dear Eomer I believe you are still in the dark are you not? I’ve come here to do something about my feelings. I must quench my need.”

“So you’ve come to kill me. Why waste your time with words then. Be quick about it and then descend into the shadow forever.” He bowed his head.

“I’m going to steal away with you King.” Grima told him, taking Eomer battle scarred hands in to his own.
“A king is worth nothing without his people. Why take me away to slay me. I want my blood to spill on my own ground.”

“So noble. No, I’m not going to kill you.”

“Then what? Do not speak in riddles any longer, tell me.” Eomer was angry yet again. He was so hot-blooded.

“Very well. I’m going to steal you, not your riches. Then I’m going to take you to my haven deep in a dead forest miles and miles from here and claim you whenever I want. I won’t let age touch you, and eventually you will be content and perhaps…love me in return.”

“What madness has possessed you. Do you not see? I’m not as some peasant maiden one steals off with and with proper food and care she learns to submit any time her master wants her to? And just to make things perfectly clear, I’ll never lay like a maiden and I’ll never lie with you.”

“Pardon these next words for they are harsher than I want them to be. It matters not what you want. I’m going to take you. I’m much stronger than you and you are aware of this. Why not shed your virginal ways for someone who worships you?”

“If you worshipped me you would not treat me like a gutter whore.” Eomer told him.

“I have a unique way of expressing myself, love.” Grima tried to pull him up but Eomer broke free, heading for his sword again. Grima raised his hand and suddenly Eomer found himself bound in one of the banners. Grima threw him over one shoulder and fled in to the night. He did not travel by horse, his energy was endless and he walked quickly on foot the whole way there.
“If you keep struggling love, you’ll have no energy left to fend me off you.” Grima told him. Soon after he said this Eomer stopped struggling. Finally, they arrived at Grima’s residence. It was hardly the dingy little hut Eomer expected. It was a solid house with generous decorations of the eccentric sort. Candles flickered everywhere, he seemed to be fascinated with candlelight. Grima placed him on the bed, and ripped the binding cloth off him. Eomer was filled with fear, panic and anger. As Grima drew nearer his chest raised and lowered quicker. He placed both his hands on Grima’s chest and tried to push him away.
“Why must you humiliate me like this?” Eomer cried out.
“Would it make you feel better if you were bound?”
“No, then I would have no chance of stopping you.”
“Then why not give up. Either way I’m going to have you. I would like to have you willingly submit but if not perhaps your protests will bring me greater pleasure.
Eomer refused to let him take greater pleasure so he spoke, “Very well. Do with me as you wish.”
Grima saw right through him though. “You can’t mean that, otherwise I could’ve taken you in your own bed.”
He knew it was going to be a very daunting task, trying to keep Eomer under his control. He didn’t want to use any sort of magic because he wanted it to be natural, but he would use it if he had to.

“Please, I don’t want to hurt you. I need you.” He said, almost sickening himself with his sappy honesty. He didn’t want to appear weak but he knew it might convince Eomer.

Seeing that it didn’t, he pinned Eomer wrists above his head and forced himself and top of him. He straddled him roughly as he tied him to the bedpost by the wrists. Eomer struggled violently to break free but his binds were cutting in to his skin. Slowly he relaxed and opened his hands. Grima stood up to look down him, then he bent down and kissed Eomer’s palms. He brushed the long locks of hair from Eomer’s face and for a few moments he kept his hands entwined in Eomer’s gorgeous hair. Grima shed his heavy garments of velvet and remained in just his last layer of cloth. He climbed atop of Eomer and Eomer avoided looking at him. Grima stroked the side of his face. “You needn’t look at me dear Eomer. Just being near you is enough. I wish it didn’t have to be like this.” He leaned down and kissed his forehead. Touched by these kind words, Eomer slowly faced Grima. Long strands of thick black hair framed a thin face, once weathered and awkward but the magic changed him. He appeared younger, his lips weren’t blackened anymore, nor were his eyes red-rimmed and damp. Eomer felt himself quite taken by him. He couldn’t believe that he was so cruel to him, perhaps his cruelty pushed Grima over the edge?
“Grima, was it I who made you turn on Rohan?” Eomer asked him with sad eyes.
“No, I made that choice long before.”
“And you are not going to punish me for all the times I insulted and hurt you?”
“No, if you let me have this moment with you, all will be forgiven. When I first entered your quarters I was so angry that I could’ve stabbed you a hundred times, then I saw you sitting before me, your battle-scarred yet gorgeous back bared to me, you were so vulnerable. If I hadn’t seen you like that I could’ve certainly murdered you. I’ve fallen in love with you and I need to prove it to you. I have no kingdom to give to you, no great wealth, not even comfort. I know my touch is cold, I am coarse, but I love you so much.” He said, it looked as if a tear was going to fall from his eye but it didn’t. He couldn’t cry anymore, those days were over.
“If you truly love me, you’ll let me go.” Eomer whispered.
“I cannot.”
“Then please untie my hands.”
Grima hesitated but untied his hands. Eomer jumped up and grabbed the dagger on the bedside. He lunged at Grima and pinned him down on to the bed. He drove the blade into Grima’s side. Grima cried out and squeezed his eyes shut. Eomer pulled the dagger out and cast it aside. He looked at Grima for a moment then leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. “ I believe you now Grima. I believe you.” He whispered, kissing him all over his face frantically.
“I’m sorry Grima. Don’t leave me! I thought I needed to do that…” Eomer cried silently and clung to Grima.
Grima sat up and held Eomer back, cradling him in his strong arms. The bleeding stopped, and the wound healed.
“I hope that now you will accept me.” He whispered.
“Did I hurt you?” Eomer said, caressing Grima’s face.
“No I cannot die.” He told him.
He slowly placed Eomer on to the bed and held him. “It’s time.”

Eomer nodded but his eyes were filled with fear.
Grima slowly sunk his teeth in to Eomer’s throat. Eomer’s breath caught in his throat. He was used to battle wounds but this pain was novel. He felt Grima’s tongue dance on the wound,t hen he brought his lips to Eomer’s. He could taste his own blood as Grima’s tongue teased his. He pulled Eomer’s leg up slightly giving himself enough room to come as close as he could. He raised his hand and all the candles in the room went out. His eyes glowed red in the dark and Eomer felt his nails dig in to his flesh as if they had grown longer in a matter of seconds. After preparing, Grima slowly entered him. He cried out but not loudly. Eomer gripped the sheets underneath him. Grima dug his nails in to Eomer’s thigh as he drove in and out of him. He felt his own body reacting and he found himself needing Grima’s touch. Grima wrapped one hand around Eomer’s need, his hands were so cold and a chill shot right up his spine. He mimicked the motions of entering on Eomer’s manhood. He thrust in harder and faster and Eomer felt a tremendous rush weep over him. He could feel all control fading, all his troubles didn’t matter, any burdens laid on his shoulders were lifted. They both panted almost in unison and Eomer shivered and climaxed in Grima’s hand. Grima took his hand away and focused on his other task. He pulled out and a rush of cold swept over Eomer, it was almost as if his body was suffering from withdrawal.
“P-please turn over.” He rasped.
Eomer got on all fours before him. In the dark his scars did not show his skin looked fair and soft in the moonlight, some of his long hair rested in the center of his back while the rest fell forward and rested on the back of his hands. Grima pushed the hair aside and kissed the small of his back. He entered him again and gripped his hips, digging his nails into his smooth muscular flesh. It felt as if a rounded sword was being rammed in to him, but right as it reached his inner most core, it seemed to melt just avoiding real pain. He felt Grima’s grip tighten and a burst of hot fluid filled him. Grima pulled out and Eomer quickly turned over and collapsed on to the bed. Truly spent. Grima rested beside him. He watched Eomer sleep as he gently ran his fingers through his hair. He knew that Eomer had wanted to stab him for so long, now he could rest knowing he had avenged his people.
Grima knew that in a few hours he would have to watch Eomer leave…
TBC...