Dreams of Black Silk
Time and again, she has come to him, as a phantom of a dream. Time and again, she has slipped into the great bed beside him, and she has pressed her soft, milk-white flesh, bare and smooth, against him in the dark. She is the soothing, cool touch that quenches his scorching desire, and yet makes him burn all the more.
Time and again, her lips have pressed against his, and she has drugged him with her kisses. Her whispers tell him things he can never remember, visions of the future and secrets of the past, tales and myths and legends.
"You will remember this when it is time," she whispers. She says this every time. "When the time comes, you shall remember."
Her hands pet and caress, and her silken form ever so sweetly embraces him...
And then he awakens to a fierce ache, both physical and an ache of the heart.
Where's she gone? Why did she go? Was she only a dream? She couldn't possibly... She was flesh and blood and bone, swathed in soft, black silk that brushed against his body just right...
Eventually, Eomer falls asleep again, and dreams no more.
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