I do not own nor profit from LOTR or any of JRR Tolkiens works
A/N: This is a one shot that I thought I'd write since I like LOTR, but I never really write anything for it. Its such a complicated world to remember and write about, and I hate getting flames about inaccuracy. So sorry if some details are off, I HAVE read LOTR, the hobbit, the silmarillion, but again, he created such a long and complex world, it's hard to remember everything.
This is really more of a smutty little one shot. Just an idea I wanted to get out of my head so I can focus on my other stories.
There she was. Aravis, Princess of Dale, sister of King Brand of Dale. She was the granddaughter of Bard the Bowman, who became the king of Dale after Smaug the Terrible was defeated by his hand and the land after the Battle of the Five Armies reclaimed as their own.
Eomer watched as she spoke cordially with her handmaidens in tow. She was speaking with King Theoden, who was laughing jovially, and regaling her with stories of his youth, so it seemed. Eomer sat at a table with some other soldiers, having been successful in yet another campaign. He took a deep drink from a silver flagon, keeping his eye ever on this strange new woman. He only knew her name and from where she hailed, but otherwise, nothing else, other than she was by far the most beautiful creature he ever had laid eyes upon.
Her long dark hair was pulled back with intricate pins, revealing a slender neck, and a fair complexion. Her eyes had a nice shape from the distance he was at, unable to make out their color. She was tall and lean with a very womanly figure, hips that would bear a lucky many many sons given the chance. This was a thought Eomer thought upon longer than others. He kept his eyes on her figure, imagining what it was like under royal clothes. It wasn't until she was standing before him aside his uncle, that he realized he had stared for far too long.
"My nephew, Marshal of the Mark, Eomer. He is our best fighter, but I suppose I have a biased opinion." The king laughed, patting him heavy on the shoulder.
"Marshal, how very nice it is to meet you this eve." She gave a small bow, and met his eyes. Her voice was just as sweet as her face, and her golden eyes bored into his hazel ones. He was at a loss as he gazed upon her.
"He must be lost in drink." Theoden tried to recover for his nephew, hoping she would forgive this slight. Bardings were relatively new to them, and they were unsure entirely of their mentalities, and of course when dealing with a princess, one must be very polite so as not to offend the royal line of which she is from, or damage relations between nations. Dark times were ahead, and there was no reason to strain what alliances they could form.
Aravis smiled softly to the King. "It is quite alright. On a night as this, one deserves to get lost in ones flagon." She turned back to him. "It is well you came back from your campaign, and I congratulate you and your men on your victory." She tipped her head. "Have a good evening, Marshall Eomer." With that she left to mingle with others who had arrived. Some noble from Gondor had taken her attention, hoping, no doubt, to see if she was an available option for his son.
"Eomer, have you left your tongue on the battlefield?" Theoden scolded quietly. "You could show the princess a little more respect than completely ignoring her." He chewed.
"I apologize uncle." Eomer spoke. He knew he should have said something, anything. "I will correct this." He set his drink down, and got up from his seat. Theor, one of his closest companions, seemed to see what was flustering the young man, but chose to keep his knowing smile to himself. Eomer walked through the crowded hall towards the princess. It would seem she had dismissed her handmaidens to have fun that evening, as they were laughing and dancing with the men. Aravis was still trapped by the Gondorian, trying to keep an interested expression.
"Pardon, may I speak with the princess momentarily?" Eomer cut in. The nobleman seemed put off, but thought it wise not to cause friction with a well armed man in his own halls. Especially not when that well armed man was the nephew of the king.
"Very well, Princess Aravis, until we meet again." He held his goblet up in parting and left to find other conversation.
"Milady, if I may speak with you away from these ears?" Eomer offered.
"Certainly sir." She followed him through the main hall down a side hall. He took her to a large chamber and closed the door. She wondered in whose room she stood. Perhaps it was the kings, for it was large, but perhaps it was his own, as it seemed little lived in.
"Follow me." Her opened a door on the other end of the room that led out to a large stone balcony. "I apologize if this is not appropriate behavior for a lady of your station, visiting a strange mans bedchambers for any reason." He apologized.
"It is quite alright. This is not the first mans chamber I have been in." She smirked. "Not in an intimate way of course." She laughed at his expression.
"I was helping to stitch a man who had been cut up good during a skirmish with a wandering band of orcs." She lowered her gaze.
"I am very sorry." Eomer spoke, hoping she didn't think he thought her a whore. "I really wanted to speak to you, and apologize. I meant no offense by not responding to you earlier..." He flexed his fingers. "I was just quite, very taken by you." Aravis blushed.
"As I was taken by you. I asked your uncle to introduce me to you. I had seen you watching me earlier this evening, and wondered if you would speak with me." She bit her lip, sitting down on a stone bench.
"Then I am quite glad I came back to speak with you." He chuckled nervously. "Do you wish to tell me more about yourself?" He sat down on the bench beside her.
They spent well into the night and early into the morning laughing and talking with one another. They had loosened up with the help of red wine through the night. She was not like the other court ladies he had met. She was more outgoing, laid back, real. The way she opened up to him, and the jokes she made, even those that he would have only repeated among his own men, was astounding to him. In the distance, the sky began to turn into a lighter gray.
"Oh, my is it really that time already?" She giggled, not realizing that the new dawn was upon them.
"Aye, it is." Eomer laughed. "I think you need to get some sleep my princess." He lowered his voice, looking into the eyes of this enrapturing woman.
"I suppose I must." She stretched, standing, giving a slight stumble. "Oh, my brother would kill me to see my like this." She giggled. "It's not ladylike. You are a princess, not some bar maiden serving ale to ruffians! Are you a dwarf or a woman?" She put her fists on her hips, lowering her voice to mimic her brother. Eomer burst out into laughter, as he stood to lead her inside, making sure she didn't fall. Her hand fit into his perfectly as he shivered.
"Are you cold?" She asked, her voice lowered.
"No, I just enjoy your touch." He answered her honestly. He closed the heavy wooden door behind them, and locked it. "I had a great night, Princess." He held her hands, facing her.
"Please, call me Aravis." She smiled up at him. He dominated his space, making her feel small and at his mercy. "This has possibly been the best night of my life." She blushed, looking down to their hands. By the time she looked back up, Eomer had his lips pressed to hers. He was unsure if this was going to be acceptable, but he was willing to take his chance.
Aravis was taken off guard momentarily, but allowed his lips to remain upon hers. She moaned, feeling the heat of his kiss, as something awoke in her that she had suppressed for far too long. A tingle in her spine and loins reminded her that she was a woman who had never been touched, let alone kissed in such a manner. Eomer pulled away slowly, glancing at her to gauge her reaction.
"Please, you don't 'ave to stop." She mumbled softly, her lips feeling cold. He leaned back down and took her lips again, this time with a more calculated fury. She wrapped her arms around his neck, as his arms were around her waist, allowing him to take her lips. Before long, his tongue grazed hers, his hands roaming her body as her fingers tugged at his blonde locks.
"My princess, do you think this is appropriate?" Eomer finally pulled back, out of breath from their lip lock, slightly embarrassed.
"Marshall Eomer, times are growing dark. I can not guarantee another day, and I have finally found someone I would so willingly give my body to. I am just, I hope that this is not too forward, but I would court you." She blushed, stepping back. It was definitely interesting to hear her say, as mostly it is men who bring up courtships. But here was this bold princess who would make the first move.
"Oh, gosh, I apologize." Her blush grew darker, as a dreaded thought came over her. What if he had no intention of courtship? What if this was all the alcohol? Well, not that she was drunk, but a little liquid courage to loosen her up didn't hurt. Perhaps, she could get what she wanted in case Eomer wasn't interested in anything long term. But then, he was a man coming back from conflict and no doubt had needs and desires he wished to fulfill.
Eomer closed the gap between them once more and kissed her neck softly, his facial hair ticking her skin, but it sent an electricity down her spine that made her moan. "So long as it is willing, my princess. But I fear I smell of horse." He whispered in her ear.
"Aye, you do." She giggled. "But I suppose it matters not, lest you desire to bathe." She shrugged. He nodded, not wanting to bring the smell into his bed that night.
"You may bathe with me, however." He purred, as he removed his armor and tunic. His muscles were well toned as he called for a maid to bring hot water for a bath.
"Oh, be careful what you ask for." She chuckled, drawing the curtain around the bed before anybody saw her in his room at that hour. She could hear the water pouring into the basin.
"My lord, you are up rather early for a bath. Or perhaps up late?" A harder womans voice mused.
"I'm up early, thank you." He spoke curtly, not wanting to have to answer any questions about his doings at what hours. The woman took her leave from his chambers. After he locked the door, he pulled back the curtains to his bed. Aravis was sitting there, her hair let down, combing her fingers through it. She looked heavenly in her pose, like an angel in his bed.
"Do you care to join me?" He smirked, unlacing his pants.
"Sir, I am not the one who smells of horse." She smiled, giving him a gentle look.
"Aye, then perhaps you can just sit back and watch." He stepped back, smiling widely as he let his pants fall. He watched as Aravis took in his body, stark naked before her on display. She had not seen a finer specimen in her life. Of course the only time she had seen a man nearly naked, was when she was swimming, or when she was helping the wounded.
He slipped into the tub, and began to scrub himself down. He gave her questioning glances as she laid on the bed watching him.
"The water is quite fine, if you wish." He arched a brow. She blushed gently, before rolling out of his bed.
"This is highly unorthodox for a woman of my station." She spoke in a broken sentence, pausing as she undid her dress. As soon as it fell to the floor and she had stepped to the tub, she looked into his eyes. "I hope you think not lesser of me." She asked.
He reached up to grab her hand, helping her to ease into the water. "I would think no lesser of you, no matter how this night turns." He murmured, gazing upon her body. Her skin was fair, her curves clear, her waist pinched with wide hips. He watched as her rounded breasts slipped under the water. He sat up with her, and kissed the back of her hand gently. "I never intended this night to end this way. But if this is how we are left, then I would gladly accept it." He purred against her skin. She opened her palm, cupping the side of his face as his eyes caught hers.
"Let us hope that this is not our only night." She admitted. She knew his station took him to battle, and never knew when he would be gone again, or if he would come back.
"How long are you to stay in Rohan?" He asked, as he lathered a cloth, scrubbing down her foot and leg.
"I suppose we are to leave in a weeks time." She mused, as she returned the favor, gently scrubbing down his muscular legs and calloused feet. She washed the dirt from his legs, reaching ever upwards towards his thighs.
"Would you consider staying?" He asked, as he scooted down to dip his hair in the water. He washed his hair as she contemplated her options. She washed her shoulders, and scrubbed her apex and hips.
"I imagine I could stay in Rohan for a while longer." She sighed as she thought of home.
"Well, if I am to court you, it would certainly make things easier." He chuckled, pulling his hair back, rinsing it. She smiled brightly at him, leaning forward until she was over him. She pressed her lips gently to his, as his hands rested on her hips. He was surprised, but enjoyed the feel of her body against his, as she rested her hips against his.
"So, you do in turn wish to court me then?" She breathed with a light moan in her voice.
"My little vixen, if you keep this up, we may never make it to the bed." He groaned, feeling himself harden beneath her, he gripped her hips sighing.
"Well my little soldier, perhaps now is a good time to learn patience." She breathed, kissing up his neck to his ear. She felt Eomers chest rise as he groaned, loving her lips on him. When she felt him firm beneath her, she got out of the tub, the fireplace keeping her warm. She stood before it, letting the fire dry her body.
Eomer joined her, kissing her shoulder. She moaned, the tingling returning to her spine as his lips graced her skin. The way his beard tickled her skin amplified the sensations. It made her knees weak, and her eyes roll back, his name rolling off of her tongue. He could only hold her close, pressing his length into her hip, letting her feel how much he wanted her at that moment. Her skin tasted fresh and new under his tongue, soft and pleasant. Though he had not bedded many women, it was never like this. It was usually a quick tryst in an upstairs room of the bar, or in some far corner of the stable among the horse piss and old hay.
But now, the smell of stale equine pee was far and away, and no tossed aside hay crunched beneath his boot. In fact, this was the first time any woman had seen him fully exposed, well, in an intimate manner. With all the others he simply unlaced himself, took their bodies, and left with little word. They were good to satisfy his needs as a man. He usually went home, and they would go on to the next lonely soldier. Eomer knew, however, this was not some barmaid, this was in fact, a princess. One for whom he had, for some reason, a strong urge to court. Her body deserved more respect than a quick release followed by his back as he walked away.
Soon, he felt they were dry enough. "Come, let me lay you down." He voiced hoarsely against her neck, not wanting to break away from it. Her knee had come up to his side, his hand rubbing her thigh gently, as he indulged in her pulse point driving her wild. She was a pinkish tinge as he led her to the bed, pulling the curtains around the bed, and pulling back the covers. The fireplace cast a soft glow through the fabric of the curtains, allowing them still some light in which to see.
"Have you done this before?" She spoke quietly, a slight waver in her voice. He could hear her nervousness, as he lay beside her, rubbing her waist.
"Aye, I have, I will not lie. Would this be your first?"
"Aye, it would be." She breathed out heavily.
"We would not have to do this, my princess." He rested his forehead against hers.
"No, we would not. But I know this is what I want. I just, hope you are careful with me. I am perhaps not as experienced as the women before me." She looked up into his eyes, knowing that he most likely did what any single, or even married, soldier would do. Find a loose woman who was in need of coin, or who sought to add a new name to their posts.
"I will be gentle, worry not." He kissed her forehead, before rolling over on top of her, settling himself between her knees. With his forefinger, he reached down, and gently rubbed between her folds. She had already become wet from his lips upon her neck. She gasped and moaned softly, gripping at his sheets. He didn't take long to insert his finger and slowly pump her apex, his thumb rubbing against her sensitive bud.
"Eomer..." She moaned loudly, looking up into his eyes as he filled her with pleasure. He shivered, feeling her walls around his finger. He curled his finger and began to stroke against the bundle of nerves deep inside of her, eliciting a positive response, her moans growing louder and her walls tightening. He leaned forward, kissing her lips, then trailing down to her neck and collarbone.
"Was that pleasurable, my little princess?" He spoke seductively, as he brought his finger up to taste her sweet juices. She nodded, biting her lip, moaning still from the pleasure he just gave her. "Just relax for this next part." He purred. Soon she felt his tip stretching her entrance, dipping into her a little further with each thrust. As soon as he was in deep, he stopped, letting her get used to his size. She had moaned and groaned the entire way in, her legs wanting to wrap around him. Eomer let out some groans, never having felt a woman so tight.
He soon began to thrust slowly, enjoying every stroke inward and outward, each little ridge and crevice of her velvet walls as they tightened around him. His hand brushed her hair back so he could look into her face. Her fingers reached up, running through his hair, gripping it. Her mouth fell open as she felt a pressure build up in her lower abdomen, Eomer gently nibbled and kissed her lower lip and chin, keeping his pace.
He settled his chest into hers, wanting to feel her body closely against him. If it were possibly, he wanted to sink into her, and never part at this moment. She was supple against his chest, her breasts cushioning him as he took her. Her breaths became ragged, her moans louder and more frequent as her hips moved against his.
"Eomer, please... I'm almost there..." She moaned, breathing deeply, tears forming in her eyes. Soon Eomer was holding her tightly as her ball of pleasure burst, her body shivering. Eomer was going over the edge himself at seeing the pleasure stricken across her face. Her chest was puffed against his body, as she reeled in an agonizing pleasure. With a groan, Eomer spilled himself into her. He panted, his hot breath against her skin, as he rested. She nuzzled her lips against his moistened skin, sighing in pleasure as he softened inside of her.
"Mmm, I could get used to this." She mumbled, sweaty from his exertion.
"War would be hard knowing I could not have this every night." He kissed her softly.
"Oh, you would still go." She chuckled, wrapping an arm around his neck. He moved to lay beside her, pulling her into his chest.
They both slept soundly that morning, curled up in one anothers arms. When Aravis awoke, she leaned over, kissing Eomer softly on the chest. She reached down, feeling Eomers firmness. He had definitely grown hard, and harder still as she played with his length. He moaned and rolled over onto his back fully, still blissfully unaware that she was playing with him.
The moment she settled herself on his length, he awoke with a snap as a soldier does, when startled. He grabbed her rough at the waist, one hand tight on her wrist before he could register what it was that was happening to him. The more she rolled her hips on him, the more he relaxed, coming to his senses that his beautiful princess wanted to take his body the same way he had taken hers just hours before. He loosened his grip on her wrist, and rested his hands on her thighs, letting her ride him. Her breasts bounced lusciously above him, as she found a pace.
"Do you know how amazing you feel?" He groaned, still sleepy. Her fleshy walls being the first thing he felt was a perfect morning for him. The way she rode him made him think that she was a natural born equestrian. Her head fell back as she delighted in the depths he reached, grinding into him, his hands reached up, massaging her breasts, making her nipples stand on end as his thumbs brushed over them. Before she could react, he sat up, pulling a nipple into his lips, his hot tongue rolling against it in the cool afternoon air.
Her moans finally broke, as she felt him bucking up against her hips. He pulled her down into his hips as he came to his climax, watching him disappear deep into her folds, some of his own cum slowly coming back out of her. He rolled her over, kissing her shoulders and chest.
"I take it this means good morning?" He arched a brow.
"Or afternoon." She giggled.
"Either way, I have no plans to leave you and this room today." He growled into her neck, wrapping her legs around him.
"Marshal Eomer, you are acting as if you will never bed me again after this day." She laughed softly with a wide smile.
"Just in case that comes to pass, I shall make good use of what time I have with you now." He spoke honestly, as he kissed her shoulder. "Ah, one piece of business to take care of. Stay here." He whispered, as he got dressed in pants and a tunic. He didn't bother with pants, as he ran his fingers through his hair to make himself more presentable to his uncle. He left her laying in bed, behind the curtains as he delivered a message to his uncle, and called for food to be sent to his room. He was gone for twenty minutes or so before he came back to her.
Aravis was peeking out from under the blankets, as he opened the curtains. "There, you are my darling princess." He purred, as her outline writhed under the covers.
"May I asked what took you?" She lowered the blankets to her chin.
"I merely sent for food, and to express my desire to court you to my uncle. He will send word to your brother of my intentions, and you may stay among my people if you wish." He stripped back down crawling into bed.
"Eomer!" She screeched excited. "You sir, are freezing!" She shivered as his cold skin pressed against her burning flesh.
"Then I suppose you should warm me back up." He growled, as he rolled atop her, pressing his lips into hers, making good use of their time that day.