WARNING- This chapter contains sexual content.

Chapter 12- A Secret, No More

The next morning, Lynwen quietly tip-toed back across her bedroom from her bathroom, after quickly brushing her teeth and making herself look a bit more presentable, before she silently crawled back in her bed and laid back down next to a soundly sleeping Elrohir. He was lying on his stomach, his head resting on its side so he was facing in her direction, his left arm was lying flush along the side of his naked body, and his right arm was bent at the elbow with his hand positioned on the pillow in front of his face. The blanket was only covering the bottom half of his body, with his smooth, toned back, fully exposed to her. His long black hair was spread messily all over the pillow and over his shoulders, reflecting in the rays of the sunlight that were illuminating his ivory skin. Lynwen couldn't take her eyes off him. He truly was perfect!

Lynwen bent down from her position next to him, and began to place gentle kisses from the base of his back, all the way up the entire length of his spine, before seductively gliding her tongue over his strong muscular shoulders. She was so completely and utterly lost in the taste and feel of his silky skin, that she jumped a little when her face came to within a hair's breadth of his, to find that his eyes were fully open and staring right at her. A slight smirk then appeared on his face after seeing her startled expression, as he continued to lie in his position on his stomach.

"I'm sorry if I woke you." Lynwen said to him softly after she'd gotten over her little shock, her fingers seductively stroking his bare back and shoulders.

Elrohir then, unexpectedly, sprang up from his lying position, startling Lynwen in the process, and threw her down on her back, with him now lying on top of her, his hands supporting his weight.

"No you're not." He said to her while smirking cheekily, before he captured her lips with his in an enthusiastic kiss, one of his hands now gliding down the side of her naked body. Lynwen gasped into his mouth as his hand had come to rest between her legs, two of his fingers now slowly beginning to enter her, when...

"Lynwen?" Anira's voice sounded through the bedroom door followed by a few hard knocks on the wood.

Lynwen couldn't hide her immense disappointment at them being disturbed, and she sighed heavily into Elrohir's mouth, while he withdrew his fingers and dropped his head in frustration.

"Lynwen, open the door! You're meeting Lord Éomer in one hour and you need to get ready!"

Elrohir stiffened at the mention of Éomer's name, his hands still supporting his weight above Lynwen. He brought his head back up to look at Lynwen, his jaw now flexed at the anger that he was feeling at being reminded of that impostor who was trying to take his Lynwen from him.

Lynwen knew she needed to get rid of Anira immediately, for if she knew Elrohir was in here, there would be hell to pay! "I'm just heading into the shower, Anira. Can you come back in half an hour?" Lynwen shouted towards her door in her desperation to deter her hand maiden for as long as possible.

"Fine! But I'll be back in half an hour, exactly!" Anira called back, before she could be heard walking away down the corridor.

Lynwen could see Elrohir's sudden change in emotion, and continued to look back up at him for a few moments, feeling extremely anxious about how he was going to react to the words she was about to speak.

"Ro... she's right... I... I do have plans to meet with Éomer today." She said, hesitantly. Her eyes revealing her apprehension as she awaited his reaction.

Elrohir's eyes darkened at hearing Lynwen's words as he continued looking down at her, his jaw flexing even more, and his rage becoming more apparent by the way his body had stiffened.

"You plan on meeting with him, still?" He quietly snarled at her through gritted teeth.

Lynwen only continued to look up at him, unsure of how to reply. Of course, she would much prefer to stay here with Elrohir, but she couldn't cancel her plans with Éomer, now. It would look too suspicious. But she knew Elrohir would not see it that way.

After he'd gotten no response from her, he abruptly pushed himself up from his position on top of her, and leapt off the bed, walking over to where he'd thrown his clothes the night before, angrily picking them up off the floor before beginning to aggressively pull on his breeches.

Lynwen slowly sat up on the bed, bringing her legs over the side so her feet were now resting on the floor, where she was now facing him. She was now holding the blanket tightly around herself, suddenly feeling a little awkward at being naked.

"Ro, please don't do this." She softly begged him from her position on the bed. But Elrohir didn't even look at her. Instead he continued to angrily pull on his breeches, his jaw still clenching at the mere thought of Éomer, and of Lynwen's determination to still meet with him today.

Lynwen slowly stood up from the bed still holding the blanket around herself, her face looking worried. Worried that Elrohir may just end up leaving her again. He really was such an unpredictable character, and she wouldn't put it past him to just take off like he did a week before.

"Ro?" She quietly called to him from her standing position next to her bed. Her eyes pleading with him to remain and talk to her. But she got nothing.

"Ro?" She said a little louder this time, but Elrohir continued to ignore her, and was now just shaking his shirt vigourously in front of him where he wasn't able to find which way was inside out, in his temper-fuelled daze. His frustration clearly evident in his aggressive actions, and his now heavily furrowed brow.

After a few moments of patiently awaiting a response from him, Lynwen could suddenly feel herself getting angry. She couldn't believe that he was ignoring her! And was he was actually daring to walk out on her, again?! She suddenly marched across the bedroom towards him, aggressively snatching the shirt from his hands as she came to a stop directly in front of him.

"Why are you doing this?!" She demanded, her voice slightly raised. Elrohir looked down at her now, his face still showing his anger, but also a bit of surprise at Lynwen's sudden actions. But Lynwen didn't really give him a chance to reply before she quickly continued speaking, her voice now even more raised.

"Is this the way it's going to be, Ro?! You just taking off whenever something doesn't quite go your way?! And then expecting me to wait around, for goodness knows how long, before you eventually get over your sulk, and decide to come back to me?! Well I'm not going to stand for it anymore, Ro! If you want to leave, then I'm not going to stop you. But don't expect me to wait for you!"

Lynwen was furious, her eyes were alight with the rage she was feeling, but were also threatening to spill a couple of stray tears due to the surge of emotions that were running through her at that moment.

"And for the love of Elbereth! It goes this way!" She shouted while turning his shirt the right way around, and holding it up in front of him.

Elrohir was silent, and he looked completely stunned as he hesitantly took his shirt from her. He hadn't been expecting Lynwen to verbally attack him like that. But he suddenly felt a little silly now, for he knew that her words rung true. She was right.

Lynwen looked at him one last time, her face now just looking sorrowful and disappointed, before she slowly turned away from him and began walking back towards her bed. Elrohir quickly reached out his hand and grabbed a hold of her upper arm, preventing her from walking away. He turned her back around and pulled her towards him so that they were now facing each other again, before he reached up and cupped her face with both of his hands and looked at her pleadingly.

"I'm sorry, Lynwen. Truly, I am." He quietly said, while never taking his eyes from hers. He took a deep breath before he continued. "I suppose... I'm just finding this... engagement of yours, a little hard to take." Elrohir dropped his head and looked down at the floor after he spoke.

Lynwen couldn't prevent the overwhelming feeling of guilt stabbing at her heart as she looked at Elrohir, now. She knew it was wrong of him to take off the way that he did, but he should never have had to come back to news that she was now engaged to someone else. She could only begin to imagine how he must be feeling.

Still holding the blanket around herself with her left hand, she reached up her right hand, placing her finger under his chin and tilted his head back up to look at her. Her heart ached even more when she noticed how his eyes looked full of hurt and sadness, and she moved her hand from his chin to his cheek, where she softly began to stroke his skin with her fingertips.

"I'm the one who's sorry, Ro. I should never have accepted his marriage proposal." Lynwen said, as she dropped her hand back down to her side. She continued to look into his eyes for a few moments before taking a deep breath and continuing on. "But you have to understand, Ro. I had no idea if you were ever coming back. And everyone was telling me that marrying Éomer was the only option for me. That I'd finally have an opportunity to be with my own kind, and that I wouldn't feel so alone anymore."

Elrohir felt such sadness at hearing her last words. It was because of Lynwen's lack of friends, that he'd taken her under his wing all those years ago, never wanting her to feel lonely, ever again. But it would appear that she was still searching for some type of companionship in her life, clearly still feeling very isolated, and it depressed him immensely to think that she could be unhappy in her life.

His fingers slid into her hair some more, his palms still cupping her face, as he looked into her eyes with such adoration and compassion. He felt so strongly for Lynwen, and had such an overwhelming desire to protect her. And he knew he'd, very happily, spend the rest of her days ensuring that she was happy.

"I do understand, Lynwen, and I completely blame myself for putting you in that situation. But I do need to know... will you choose me, or him?" Elrohir unknowingly held his breath after he'd asked her, nervously anticipating her response. But Lynwen just smiled up at him, loving how he could be so blind sometimes. "Didn't I make that clear to you, last night?" She asked him, her smile still spread across her face, her eyes glinting a little cheekily.

Elrohir let out the breath he'd been holding in, and smiled widely at her suggestive question, those faint laughter lines that Lynwen loved so much, were etched into his smooth, creamy skin, and his grey eyes were flashing with happiness, and their usual mischievousness. He leant his head down, and rested his forehead against hers.

"Aye, you did make it clear after the third time!" He said, while letting out a little laugh as he remembered back to their lust-filled antics the night before. His expression then became more serious as he spoke again. "And I promise you, Lynwen, I'll never allow anything, or anyone, to come between us again." He said to her, before he gently brought his lips down upon hers.

After a few moments of them softly kissing each other, they slowly broke apart, Elrohir leaning his forehead against hers once again. Lynwen looked up into his eyes, her face now looking a little worried as she asked him. "What am I going to do about Éomer?"

Elrohir sighed deeply and closed his eyes, still relishing in the feel of her warm skin against his face, but now feeling a little anxious at this problem that they were both now faced with.

"You're going to have to break off the engagement, Lynwen. It's the only thing you can do."

Lynwen gulped at Elrohir's words, and at the reality of the situation. This was the last position she wanted to find herself in! Having to break off the engagement with Éomer was truly going to be a horrible experience. And she knew that he was going to be crushed, which made her feel so guilty. And then there was Ada! What was he going to say?!

"Do I tell Éomer the truth? About me and you, I mean" She asked him.

Elrohir shook his head. "No, you cannot tell anyone about us. Not yet. Just tell him that you made a mistake and that you're not ready to be married to anyone, and that you want to remain here in Imladris." Elrohir instructed her as he subtly stroked her hair.

Lynwen took a deep breath before she spoke. "And what about Ada? He's going to want to know why I've had a sudden change of heart..."

"Just concentrate on Éomer, and leave Ada to me." Elrohir said, his expression looking quite serious again, but his eyes were boring right into Lynwen's, ensuring her that all would be ok.

Lynwen nodded her understanding, dreading the moment she'd have to face Éomer again, and then having to break it all off with him!

"It'll all be alright, Lynwen. I promise you." Elrohir said after he could see her worried expression. He smiled at her reassuringly and then leaned down again to kiss her softly, his tongue gently caressing her own.

Lynwen always felt so safe and reassured in Elrohir's arms, forgetting all her worries outside of their intimate moments they shared together. And while she was kissing him with the same desire, Lynwen brought up both of her hands and run them through his long hair, causing the blanket that she had been holding to cover her naked body, to fall to the floor and pool around her feet. But she didn't even notice, too lost was she in the affectionate moment.

Elrohir reached down and scooped her up in his arms, walking them both over to the bed and placing her on top of the sheets before lying himself down on top of her, kissing her with even more yearning.

Lynwen suddenly felt his hardness pressed up against the inside of her bare thigh, and she abruptly pulled away from their kiss. "Ro, we can't! Anira will come back for me soon."

Elrohir just smirked as he looked down at her lying underneath him. "Do not worry, little one, for I am sure that I will be very quick." He said to her through slightly ragged breaths, his face now breaking out into an even bigger smile as he laughed at his admission.

Lynwen also laughed at his comment, and promptly wrapped her arms around his shoulders again, pulling him back into a passionate kiss, where they made love, once more.

xxx

Lynwen was walking through the gardens around an hour later, slowly making her way to the stables where she was due to be meeting Éomer. She couldn't help trying to stall their meeting, by stopping next to most of the plants in the gardens and admiring their sweet scents and bright colours, all the while, trying to find the courage to face him again. Her stomach was turning as she finally approached the stables because she could see Éomer already waiting outside sat upon his horse, her own horse saddled up, and standing next to his. His face lit up and broke out into a huge smile when he saw her approaching.

"Good morning, Lynwen." He said to her as she approached him. "I took the liberty of getting your horse ready for you." He was now holding out the reins for her to take.

"Thank you Éomer." Lynwen said quietly, almost feeling too ashamed to look him directly in the eye. She took the reins from him, and climbed up on her horse, shocking Éomer by the way she had to pull up her skirts to allow her to put a leg on either side of the saddle, the black knee-high boots she was wearing under her dress, now clearly visible to him.

"I had such a wonderful time last night." He said to her, forcing himself to bring his eyes away from her legs, and back up to look at her face.

Lynwen smiled a little nervously, and only looked at him out of the corner of her eye, still not being able to look at him directly. "Yes, me too." Was all she could bring herself to say.

"Ok, well you are my guide today, Lynwen. So you can show me all that Rivendell has to offer!" He said to her enthusiastically.

Lynwen looked around them a few times, before turning her head back to face him. "Is it not customary for courtships to be chaperoned in Rohan?" Lynwen asked him after she could see that they were completely alone.

"Aye it is." He replied as he leaned his head towards her. "But we're not in Rohan, are we?" He said as his face broke out into a smile again. He then gestured his hand out in front of them. "Lead the way, my lady." He said to her, still smiling widely.

They both spent the entire day making their way around Rivendell, Lynwen pointing out areas she thought he might be interested in, and explaining some of the history of the place, and how it all came to be. They had stopped at midday next to one of the waterfalls, where they'd sat down on the grass bank of the river, and had eaten the packed lunch that Éomer had brought for them. It had been a beautifully sunny day, with not a single cloud in the sky. And the sun had been at it's highest point during that hour they'd spent eating their lunch, which caused the surface of the river to glisten, and the thundering waterfall to sparkle, as it cascaded down the cliff face. It was such a beautiful sight, and Lynwen had instantly felt guilty for thinking that she'd much rather be sharing this moment with Elrohir, rather than Éomer.

There was only around an hour left until sunset when they both made their way back to the stables. As they lead their horses across the cobbled courtyard, they were met by Glandur, the young stable-hand, who swiftly retrieved the horses from the pair after they had dismounted. They both stood in silence for a few moments as they watched Glandur leading the horses away, before Lynwen broke the silence.

"Well, I'd better be getting back." She said to Éomer as she started walking away from him, her head tilted down, purposely not looking at him.

But Éomer had quickly grabbed a hold of her hand, pulling her back to him where he then, unexpectedly, planted his lips on to hers, startling Lynwen with his bold actions. It took her a couple of seconds to realise what was happening, before she quickly pulled away from him.

"Éomer, we shouldn't do that in public." She said, not really caring about what others would think, but she just didn't know how else to explain her pushing him away.

"You're right Lynwen, I'm sorry." He said, with a slight bow of his head. "But when I look at you, and the way the setting sun is lighting up your beautiful face in warm, glowing colours, well, I'm afraid I just can't help myself."

Lynwen didn't know whether to laugh or throw up at his words. She wasn't one for soppy romantic admissions, especially ones as cheesy as that! But she instantly felt sorry for him, for she knew that he actually meant every word of it. She could see the admiration he held for her, burning in his eyes, and knew that he wasn't just trying to woo her. He was simply speaking the truth. And that just made breaking it off with him, even more difficult. She knew he was going to be heart-broken. She had bottled out of finishing it with him today, just never finding the right moment to do so, and wondered if she would ever be brave enough to finally do it.

Lynwen then realised that she had been silent for quite a few moments, and saw Éomer looking at her expectantly, and even a little nervously. It looked like he was now regretting his poetic words, for Lynwen hadn't responded. She mentally shook herself, before she answered.

"You're too kind, Éomer." She said with a forced smile on her face, wishing that she was able to conjure up the courage to compliment him, too. But she couldn't bring herself to lie. That wouldn't be fair to him, she thought to herself. Instead, she just needed to get away from him, and quickly!

"Ok... so I'd better be going..." Lynwen said as she started to walk away from him again.

"Will I not escort you to dinner, Lynwen?" Éomer called after her.

Lynwen stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at him. He was still stood in the same position she had rudely left him in, but still looking at her with such adoration. She hated herself for leading him on like this. She knew she should never have accepted his marriage proposal, and she knew now that she had only done it to try to forget about Elrohir. She had shamelessly used Éomer to try and move on from Elrohir, and that was so completely unfair to poor Éomer. But knowing that she was going to have to find the courage from somewhere over the next couple of days, to end this engagement, she didn't think it necessary to give him any more false hopes by accepting his offer to dinner.

"Umm, I'm actually not very hungry, Éomer, so I don't think I'll go to dinner this evening." Was all she could bring herself to say as she looked at him for a few more moments, seeing the confusion in his face. She felt the guilt, tug at her heart at seeing his expression, but she reluctantly turned and walked away from him, leaving him standing there feeling bewildered.

xxx

Three days later, and Lynwen had still not broken off her engagement with Éomer. And she had even continued with their meetings during the day, much to the disapproval of Elrohir, but much to the excitement of her father.

Her and Elrohir had actually had a huge argument about the whole thing the night before, when they had been sat in their usual place on top of the valley. Elrohir was unable to understand why Lynwen had still not ended this engagement, and sent Éomer packing back to Rohan. She had tried to calmly explain her reasons of feeling guilty, to Elrohir, but this had just made him erupt into an enormous, audible fury, even more, causing Lynwen's anger to rise, and to suddenly pull off her boot in her desperation to find something to attack him with. Before Elrohir had chance to register what was happening, she had swung her boot hard, smacking him with it across the top of his arm. She had then abruptly stood up and hobbled back down the hillside, still wearing only one boot, and leaving Elrohir sat there in stunned silence, stroking his bruised arm.

It was impossible to make Elrohir see things her way, as he was just so extremely stubborn But in his defence, she knew she should have ended this engagement to Éomer straight away, but every time she came face to face with him, and was met with his heart-warming smile and obvious adoration for her, she just couldn't bring herself to break his heart. And also, she just didn't think she'd ever be ready to face the millions of questions from her family, especially from her father, as to why she had broken off the engagement, knowing that her relationship with Elrohir must remain a secret at all costs!

So after spending another day with Éomer horse riding around Rivendell, Lynwen was now stood in the stables alone, stroking the nose of one of the horses and talking to it quietly. She had always found it so therapeutic to do this, finding that the horses always seemed to relax and listen to every word she was saying. Right now, she was talking to Elrohir's horse, a jet-black stallion with a temper, and an unruly personality, to match that of his owner's. But at this moment, the stallion was allowing Lynwen to gently stroke the side of his head while he seemed to be listening to what Lynwen had been up to that day, softly nudging his head into her hands every time she had stopped stroking him. Lynwen truly loved this horse. He was a bit hard to handle, and so all the elves tended to avoid him when at all possible, but she never did. She loved his wild spirit and his determination to go where he wanted, eager to explore the world around him. She found she could relate to him in a way, for she had always wanted the same things for herself. She sighed to herself now, wondering if she'd ever get a chance to explore Middle Earth...

"What are you sighing for?" Elrohir's words startled her from her reverie. She turned around to find that he was stood in the doorway to the stables, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded in front of his chest. He was wearing his usual black breeches, black knee-high boots, and a white shirt. She noticed that he had the top few buttons to his shirt undone, probably due to the warm Spring weather that they had been experiencing of late, and the long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his slim, toned forearms, where a few of his veins were visibly protruding from his slightly flexed muscles. His hair was pulled back in one loose braid, which run half way down his back, and reflected the setting Spring sun that was illuminating the sky outside in orange and red colours. He was looking at Lynwen with a smirk across his face, and a mischievous glint in his eye.

But Lynwen didn't answer him. She was unable to forget as quickly as Elrohir clearly was. Their argument last night was still very fresh in her mind, and she was still holding a lot of anger towards him. So she just turned her head away from his direction and focused her attention back on the horse in front of her, not being able to bring herself to even talk to him yet. She jumped a little when Elrohir's arms came from behind her, wrapping themselves around her slim waist, with his chin coming to rest upon her shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He whispered into her ear, his warm breath making her skin tingle. After a few moments, he sighed deeply when he still didn't get a response from her. And knowing how fiery Lynwen could be, he knew that it probably wasn't going to be easy to get her talking to him again. It was sometimes a downside to their relationship that their personalities were both so similar in that respect, because it meant that when they didn't agree on something, they both clashed like nothing on Middle-Earth! But there definitely was a major upside to them both being so temperamental, and that was the passionate sex that they would both share on a nightly basis. And especially if they had had a disagreement beforehand, then that would just make the sex even more explosive! Elrohir smiled to himself as he remembered the aggressive sex they'd had three nights ago when he'd arrived back in Rivendell the night of Lynwen's birthday party. It had been so intense, with both of them feeling so much anger and resentment towards each other, mixed with their extreme desire and longing to be together, that it was probably the best sex that he had ever had! And he still had the scars on his chest from where Lynwen had ferociously dragged her nails down his bare skin! But it had been so completely worth it, he thought to himself, as his arms now tightened around her waist. And he'd kind of been hoping for a repeat of it last night, after the heated argument they'd had. But Lynwen hadn't come to him as she had always done previously, and so this was the first time he'd seen her since their outburst on top of the valley the night before.

"I was wrong to get angry." He spoke quietly again, his chin still resting on her shoulder, but she still wouldn't acknowledge him. Instead, she continued to focus her attention on his horse, who was now nudging her hands with his head, reminding her that she had momentarily stopped stroking him.

"I have quite a bruise on my arm!" He said a bit louder this time, his voice sounding chirpier. "I've been attacked with many weapons in my lifetime; arrows, swords, knives, axes, even Mithrandir's staff! But I have to say, I have never been attacked with a boot, before! Yes, that was a first!" He said to her in jest, which incited a sudden uncontrolled laugh from Lynwen. He smiled widely at hearing her, knowing that he was finally breaking through the invisible barricade that she had built around herself. But Lynwen's laugh had faded very quickly, and she instead just coughed a couple of times, as if trying to disguise the fact that he had made her laugh. He just couldn't help smiling even more at her determination to remain angry with him. She could be just as stubborn as he was!

He brought his arms away from her waist and placed them on her upper arms, turning her around to face him. But Lynwen kept her head tilted to the ground, avoiding any eye contact with him. So Elrohir placed a finger under her chin and brought her head up so she was forced to look at him. He was looking right into her eyes, his expression now looking a little sorrowful as he moved his hand up to the side of her face, affectionately placing a strand of her messy, dark brown, hair behind her ear. He looked at her for a few more moments, admiring how a streak of orange sunlight from the low setting sun outside, was coming in through a small window that was positioned just below the rafters in the roof of the stables, and was reflecting off her face, illuminating her uneven skin tone and revealing just how completely human she was. He gently stroked his thumb over her high cheek bone, noticing how the sunlight was making her eyes look an even brighter shade of blue. He took a deep breath before he spoke.

"I am sorry, Lynwen, truly I am. I shouldn't have gotten angry with you last night. I know how difficult it must be for you to have to end this engagement, and I should have been more understanding." He said to her, while his right hand was still cupping her left cheek.

"Yes you should have." Was all Lynwen said, as her face turned into a slight frown, her eyes now boring into his.

Elrohir couldn't help smiling at the grudge she was still holding against him, but also at the fact that he'd finally gotten her to speak! "Will you forgive me?" He asked her, softly.

Lynwen sighed heavily before she responded. "Yes, I suppose so." She said with a slight roll of her eyes, her expression still looking serious.

He knew that, despite her words, she probably still hadn't forgiven him. But he knew that he was now half way there to getting things back to normal between them. He also knew that he needed to ask her the dreaded question that had been plaguing his mind all day.

"Did you end it with Éomer?" He asked her quietly, anticipation in his voice.

Lynwen looked down to the ground again and subtly shook her head. She braced herself for yet another argument with Elrohir, and slowly brought her eyes up to look at him. But she was surprised to find that he had a slight smile on his face and his eyes were looking at her with such affection.

"You're not mad?" She asked him, curiously.

Elrohir took a deep breath before he answered her. "No, I'm not mad Lynwen. As I said, I understand how difficult it must be for you to do this." He said as he continued to keep his hand placed on her cheek, his fingers gently playing with her hair. "But, the longer you keep this going, the harder it's going to be for you to end it. I know it's not an easy thing to do..." He took another deep breath now, before slowly continuing. "... but you must end this, Lynwen." He brought up his left hand now and placed it on the other side of her face, his eyes softening as he gazed into hers. "End it tomorrow, little one. Don't let it drag on any longer." He quietly said to her, his eyes looking at her softly and showing her his support.

Lynwen gently nodded her head, knowing that Elrohir was right. "Ok. I'll do it tomorrow, I promise." She said to him, her face still looking serious.

Elrohir smiled even more now, admiring just how beautiful she looked at that moment, and wanting nothing more than to kiss the full pink lips that he loved so much. He slowly leant his head down towards hers, and ever so gently, placed his lips upon hers. He braced himself to be pushed away, knowing that Lynwen still hadn't completely forgiven him, but to his surprise, she started to kiss him back.

Lynwen hated the effect Elrohir always had over her. Even though she was still angry towards him about their row last night, she still couldn't help herself from melting under his touch, and completely surrendering herself to his kisses. It truly was an amazing talent he had, being able to make her forget about all her ill feelings towards him, with a single kiss. She was so lost in their kiss now, that she brought up both of her hands and placed them at the back of his head, bringing him closer to her and deepening their kiss. After just a few seconds, their kiss began to get more heated as both of them were desperately trying to explore the other's mouth with their tongues, both of them panting uncontrollably as Elrohir brought down his hands from Lynwen's face and proceeded to pull up her long skirts to her waist, revealing her soft creamy legs, and very unflattering, and very large, white underwear, that she was wearing.

"Ro, we can't! Not here! Glandur was out in the courtyard not too long ago" She said as she quickly pulled away from their kiss, frantically looking around them to see if anyone was near.

Elrohir, still holding up her skirts, just smiled cheekily, that mischievous glint in his eyes, evident again. "No one's around. I sent Glandur home just before I came in here." He said before he leant his face into her neck, "We're all alone, little one." He sensually breathed into her ear just before he began placing kisses up and down the length of her neck.

Lynwen closed her eyes, leaning her head to the side to allow Elrohir to access her neck more easily, before she wrapped her arms back around his neck, relaxing completely after his reassurance that they were alone.

Elrohir brought his head back up and captured her lips with his, once more, kissing her with the same hunger he had been just minutes before, while walking her back a few steps until her behind came into contact with the large wooden container where the hay was stored. Elrohir then moved his hands from where he was still holding up her skirts at her waist, and placed them at the tops of her bare legs, swiftly lifting her up so that she was now sat on top of the container. Still not breaking their passionate kiss, he then took a hold of the hem of her very unattractive pair of knickers, and proceeded to remove them from her body, with Lynwen lifting her behind up off the wooden container to assist him. He broke their kiss once he'd gotten her underwear as far as her knees, before getting down on to his own knees and pulling her knickers down over the rest of her legs, and over the flat, black, knee-high boots she was wearing, before tossing them carelessly to the side. While still on his knees, he started admiring her legs, gently running his hands up and down the entire length of them, loving how the dark colour of her boots, contrasted beautifully with her pale white skin. He brought his hands to rest on her knees, and gently pushed them apart before he bent down and started to place feather light kisses on the bare skin of her legs, slowly bringing his lips further up the insides of her thighs with every kiss he made.

Lynwen's breathing was getting out of control as she watched where Elrohir's mouth was heading to, wondering if he actually was going to kiss her, there! During their whirlwind romance over the past few weeks, they had only ever had intercourse, with neither one ever having carried out any oral pleasures on each other. But now, she waited with bated breath, unable to hide the shocked expression on her face as she saw that Elrohir's lips were now so close to the intimate area between her legs, and she instinctively threw her head back while letting out a deep, drawn-out moan, as Elrohir's tongue seductively dragged itself up the entire length of her sensitive area, allowing her to experience a whole new euphoric sensation.

After a few moments of intimately licking her, Elrohir then used his fingers to gently open her a little bit more, before he slowly slid his tongue deep inside her, causing Lynwen to cry out, her head still tilted backwards, and her eyes still firmly closed. As Elrohir was inserting his tongue in and out, she brought up one of her legs and placed her booted foot on the wooden container that she was sat upon, her other leg still dangling over the edge, and as she grabbed a hold of the back of his head with both of her hands, she proceeded to thrust her hips into every insertion he was making with his tongue, completely and utterly relishing in this brand new, extremely blissful experience, that he was inflicting on her. She never wanted this to end!

But after a couple of minutes, Elrohir slowly pulled away from her and looked up at her contorted face, smiling to himself at how much she had clearly enjoyed the sex act he'd just carried out on her. He stood up from his kneeling position on the floor, and stood himself in-between her spread legs before leaning over slightly to kiss her on her lips, again, his hands now working their way through her tangled hair.

Lynwen was kissing him back so fiercely, her hands struggling with the buttons at the front of his breeches as she desperately tried to get them open to free his hardening member. She was aching to have him inside her again, and she just couldn't wait another moment!

Elrohir, at seeing her eagerness, didn't hesitate in pulling away from their kiss and very skilfully undid the buttons at the front of his breeches at an unnaturally fast speed, before promptly pulling out his shaft. Lynwen couldn't prevent her hips from bucking slightly at seeing the one thing that she needed more than anything, at that moment, and she grabbed a hold of the waistband of Elrohir's breeches, pulling him closer to her. And after a few firm swift strokes of his member, ensuring it was fully erect, Elrohir promptly inserted himself deep inside of Lynwen, placing his hands at the back of her knees so he could bring her spread legs up a little higher, allowing him to sink himself inside her a lot more deeply. Both of them moaned simultaneously, feeling completely content at being joined again.

Lynwen was now leaning back on her hands, allowing them to support her body as she arched backwards, her feet now crossed together behind Elrohir's legs, as he still supported her knees with his hands. The wooden container that she was still sat upon, was rattling and shaking violently as Elrohir continued to pound into her, causing some of the horses to become uneasy, and they were restlessly pacing around their individual horse-boxes at the loud noises that the pair were creating. But the two were too lost in each other to notice how their love-making was upsetting the live-stock surrounding them, and they both continued on devouring each other with their passionate kisses, and their desperate thrusts.

Elrohir could sense that Lynwen was trying to suppress the noises that were begging to escape from her mouth, and so he pulled away from their kissing before he panted against her lips. "Lynwen, no one can hear us out here, so don't hold back. Please, allow me to hear how much you're enjoying this." He begged her.

Lynwen didn't need anymore encouragement. She instantly relaxed, and began moaning loudly, allowing herself to completely enjoy the feel of Elrohir buried deep inside her. She wasn't holding anything back now, and soon enough, she was screaming out his name, and shouting out her instructions on how she wanted him to make love to her, all mixed with her loud moans and shouts of delight.

Elrohir absolutely loved hearing Lynwen during sex, and it always spurred him on even more, also making him cry out loudly at the extreme pleasure that he was feeling, as well.

But it was during this incredibly audible moment that they were both so utterly lost in, that they didn't hear someone approaching the stables. And it was only when the approaching person stopped suddenly, causing their feet to scrape on some gravel, that Lynwen and Elrohir froze and quickly turned their heads to face the doorway of the stables. But nothing could have prepared them for who it was who was standing there staring at them, his face in complete shock, his feet frozen to the ground, and his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief, outrage, and utter devastation...

"Éomer!" Was all Lynwen could manage to say to him, knowing that not only was her engagement now well and truly over, her reputation permanently damaged, but her secret romance with her foster brother was now completely out in the open.