M'kay lets get back to the meat and potatoes shall we? :D I OWN NOTHING. M'kay...what's gonna happen now? Swearing. Goofyness. Lil' bit of sex ;). Hmm…what else? Oh yes, I don't really care about how things happened in the actual thing, so we're continuing with my A/U theme BROTHERS are now involved LE GASP. So...with the establishment of my owning nothing (also my freakin' program is STILL not working, but I want y'all to know I KNOW those accents should be there) LETS GET BACK TO EET! ENJOY
The king. He was the god damned fucking king. He was going to be...no, he WAS the king. "Yes, you are, and you must be, you cannot fear it, you cannot shy away" Haldir's voice broke into his inner musing, it used to freak him out but by now it was a welcome comfort-the horse lord could talk of it without having to say it out loud.
"I didn't mean to bother you" Eomer returned softly, eyes never leaving the sky outside his window, where he stood examining the scenery outside.
"You did not bother me with it" Haldir said from his position on the bed, head lolling on his shoulder as he watched his melancholic lover.
"It is so..." Eomer said softly and broke off shaking his head softly, fury and terror flying in his chest and back and forth along the link and Haldir stood and walked to his side on silent feet.
He wrapped his muscular arms around Eomer's solid frame from behind, stroking his palms down his chest in a soothing fashion. "Do not think of it too heavily, do not let it be a burden to him now, running a kingdom is not so very different then running the military" Haldir murmured against his neck, pressing a soft warm kiss against the sun burnt skin of his neck.
"So many people will be relying on me" Eomer whispered back, resting his bristly cheek against Haldir's silken hair.
"How is that so different then you commanding your Rohirrim? Teaching and charging the young boys towards their career?" Haldir pressed onwards.
The would-be king stayed silent, Haldir stayed silent and for a long time they stood in silence, being close and warming comfort between them in their silent vigil of the ever approaching morning sky.
Eomer sighed at last and turned in Haldir's arms and pressed himself hard against him, his soft green eyes dark and rolling with emotions "There is nothing in the sky today that will soothe me. And I don't want to...I can't think on it yet. Today, when we are summoned to break our fast we will be nothing more then Aragorn's friends, exalted war heroes." he declared strongly.
Haldir quirked a brow and licked his full pink lips. "This is very true" he said simply.
"And war heroes must be praised before they return to work" Eomer said mimicking (not at all for the first time) his lovers lazy, sexual drawl.
"Promotes further successes" Haldir returned in a prim, matter of fact tone, that fairly dripped with sexual undertones.
Eomer's hands worked up along his chest as they flirted, "how would you suggest this praise?" the mortal asked of his elvish lover, moving to stroke his hair and bury his fingers in the nape of his neck.
Haldir leaned back and pretended to put some real thought into the matter and after a long, prim pause he turned his dark, almost black eyes on Eomer's face, he leaned forward and nuzzled along his jaw line, scraping his tongue up the scratchy curve towards his rounded ear he purred in his most arrogant tone upon reaching his destination "I would have you kneel before me"
"You would have a king on his knees?" Eomer asked with a shudder in his voice, hands stroking down from his long golden hair to trail along Haldir's back.
"Yes" the elf replied neatly nipping at the soft lobe of Eomer's ear. Closing his eyes he transmitted the feeling of what it would feel like for him to Eomer and the king groaned, shaking, his knees almost buckling underneath him.
"and how do you intend to do that?" he asked breathlessly, nails biting softly into the smooth flesh of Haldir's once untouched back.
"mmmmmm" Haldir intoned quietly nipping again and then trailing down his neck leaving hot, open mouthed kisses down the column, as his icy fingertips trailed through the soft hairs on his chest.
"I am not certain yet" he murmured moving down across his jaw "but I assure you" he said ending up at his lips, he kissed him heatedly between sentences.
"I will find a way" he sealed this statement with an impassioned kiss, briefly shoving his tongue into the horse lords mouth to taste and plunder.
Eomer, though his knees were almost ready to buckle underneath him, broke the kiss and turned Haldir's head almost forcefully as he moved to nip at the point where his jaw met his ear. "I don't believe you" he all but growled in the pointed ear, taking the tip in his mouth to nip briefly before moving his attention back to the juncture he found so very appetizing.
Haldir returned the growl and licked his lips turning his head to the side he nuzzled back into Eomer's neck and without warning threw him onto the bed.
It took less then four seconds and Haldir was drawing out long moans and lurid, wanton groans from the would be kings throat.
Eomer was squirming underneath him as Haldir's liquid honeyed elvish tongue drew down his stomach.
Somewhere in the distance a horn sounded the arrival of someone or another.
Eomer writhed under his still tongue and opened his mouth to remonstrate his negligent lover, but focused on his face as shock and pain registered over his face and through their mind and he reached up to stroke his fingers through Haldir's hair. "Haldir?"
"The horn of LothLorien" the elf replied quietly.
Eomer blinked, confused for only a moment before he realized, before he remembered, before the true impact crashed into him like a brick. "They are early" he said, hoarsely. Haldir eased up on the bed and Eomer clung to him, desperately.
"I have to…" Haldir began, tensing as if he was about to stand or move, but Eomer cut him off by standing and handing him his clothes with a forced, smile.
"Eomer" the Marchwarden tried to speak to him again but the king shook his head.
"Please" he returned "Let us not think on it. Not yet. I just…I just can't." the human pled quietly, feeling as if his heart was breaking.
Haldir gulped thickly and felt something flashing through his chest, tears filtered into his eyes but he blinked them away and gulped thickly, he knew he would have to deal with all the pain, the risk of the heartbreak was so great, but he knew that neither of them could deal with it now…and he had his duties to immediately attend to.
He pulled on his tunic, reaching for his cloak he circled it around his powerful shoulders and glanced back at Eomer, who had returned to his vigil at the window.
Combing fingers through his blonde hair, in an attempt to tame it back into some semblance of order, he pulled on his boots and more out of habit then necessity he strapped knives to his boot and hip.
His lip quirked ever so slightly but he did not turn for fear of upsetting him as Eomer's feet shuffled as he turned from the window. Haldir held himself as still as he could as the foot falls grew louder and suddenly Eomer pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, teasing him with his beard. "I can't wait to meet your brothers" he whispered in one pointed ear, a soft, tiny, VERY delicate buzz of hope jumped through both of them.
Haldir grinned lightly and a low chuckle echoed through his chest "Nor can I-though I don't know what they'll say" he said, pensively.
Pressing one last kiss to his lovers cheek he slipped quickly out the door.