Eowyn stirred in his arms.
He relaxed his hold a little, let her settle, then gathered her
Sleep well, meleth nín. He kissed her temple, and
her words came back to him: "A dancer at Imladris, two
bathing attendants at Lorien... And then you tried to get me
into bed at Edoras..."
You are wrong, melmenya, he thought. I wanted so much
more than to bed you!
The plains of Rohan stretched, blue-black, around him.
High above, Eärendil, sign of hope to those oppressed by
evil, burned bright, his clear light silvering the distant mountainsbut
bringing no comfort to the elf.
I must speak to her, he thought. I must explain.
He went insideand found her sleeping in the Golden Hall
itself, stretched out on a couch before the fire. Anyone can
intrude upon her here, he thought. Why did Eomer not carry
her to her chamber?
The mortal need for regular sleep was still new to him, and fascinating,
and he stood beside her, gazing at herher precious little
body curled, knees drawn up, her hips rising in a luscious curve,
her slender feet bare (had he known, then, how cold a mortal's
feet can grow whilst sleeping he would have covered them), one
little hand clenched into a fist, the other resting gracefully
by her side.
Valar how he ached for her.
But not with the lust he had satisfied at Rivendell, nor with
the need he had indulged at Lorien. No, this was something different.
This was something he had never felt before, something terrifying
and yet so sweet.
"You are not resting."
He smiled. "I do not need to rest melmenya."
"But you are fretting. I can feel it." She raised
her head. "Is it about what we were talking of earlier?"
"You do not have to do it, my love. I do not want
you to do it."
"Do what?" For a moment he did not understand. Then,
"No, melmenya! I was not thinking about death! I have
no doubts about that! I was thinking about the other thing..."
"Your parade of mistresses?"
"Eowyn!" He pulled her closer.
"And it has made you hard?"
He was so deep in thought that he was not aware she had woken
until he noticed her enormous grey eyes staring back at him.
"My lady," he whispered.
She sighed deeply, her chest rising as she drew a great draught
of air into her lungs, then she stretched slightly. "You
are still awake?"
"Is there something you need?"
"You have already done so."
"You need say nothing more."
"I want to explain."
"Eowyn! I am hard for you. You are the only one who
can rouse me now." He took her hand and placed it on his
erection. "This is yours."
He felt her giggle against his chest. Then she stroked him, lightly,
her fingertips circling his head and findingunerringlythat
special place that instantly made him want to
"Oh, Valar, melmenya!"
He crushed her to his chest in an effort to retain his self control.
"Will it always be like this?" she asked. Her hand,
still stroking, had moved down his shaft.
"Mmmm, that is nice..." He moved his hips luxuriously,
thrusting gently into her hand. "Like what, melmenya?"
"Will you always want me three times a night?"
He smiled. "Always. Let me kiss you."
She turned her face to him. He covered her mouth with his own,
his lips exploring hers with gentle insistence.
She sighed. "I am not sure I can manage it."
"Then you must stop that, melmenya." He made
himself jerk in her fingers. "Or I shall not be responsible
for my actions."
Eowyn grinned. "I did not mean tonight. I meant when
I am old"
She blushed. There is no need to explain, my lord," she
said, raising her hand, "I know about men and women. I know
"But I am an elf, my lady, and we are different. An elf..."
What could he tell her? I am bound to you, now, for all the
life of Arda? I shall never love another? After your death I will
languish amongst the trees, fading, until my spirit fails? Or
until I hear the call of the sea? How could he tell her that?
He took her hand and raised it to his lips. "An elf does
not desire indiscriminately, my lady. My desire was not for 'a
woman'; my desire was for you. But I have mastered it now,
and I shall not trouble you again."