A/N: Well, chapter three's here! Sorry for such a wait. I've had serious
writers block trying to figure out what Eldarion's going to look like…..and
what's going to happen next…..and when I'm going to post my slash
fic….*realizes that her slash fic is very irrelevant in this A/N*
Ooops….lol ~_^. Anywayz, thank you to Brin and Cinda! My first two
reviewers! You know I luv ya! Hope you enjoy this…
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. ANYTHING. Don't get your panties in a twist.
Chapter Three
Still struggling slightly, Eomynne and her brother's were dragged down a long hallway off the main hall where they'd met Eldarion for the first time. Eomynne couldn't deny she'd expected him to be different. The Eldarion she'd imagined was no where near as beautifull as he. Arwen must have given him that….She thought bitterly. Eldarion did not deserve it. He was about as tall as Eomynne, muscluar and yet very slender at the same time, with ever so slight curly dark brown hair that was fell in soft, straight folds to just around his shoulders. His face was smooth, with high cheekbones accented by the fair skin. And his eyes, a steely platinum silver that always seemed to flash-whether with an icy chill or evil mirth- drove daggers of fear into all who looked upon him. It had been those very eyes that weakened Eomynne, had forced her to reveal her identity, and the identity of their brothers. And it was those eyes that read her like an open book, as though every thought, every feeling or desire was laid bare for him to see.
Eomynne could not hide from him.
It was more than unnerving, it was maddening.
Her heart was slightly more at ease now, away from his presence, though a shadow of anxiety and fear still hovered above them all. She did not know whether her brothers felt the same. She did not know if Eldarion could see them too. All she knew now was they were in Minas Tirith, in his country, in his city, in his very hands.
There was now way out now.
The hallway was a long one, almost like a main corridor, that separated off into other smaller halls,or ones just as large. Large stone pillars were placed at their entrances, stretching high to the arched ceiling of clear glass, that allowed the otherwise dim passageway to be lit into life by shafts of light which poured through. Eomynne did not know what lay down these certain stretches of stone, for the guards kept them going at a swift pace, and any time they would draw near one, they passed it so quickly there was scarce time to take anything in. Eomynne was slightly dissapointed at this,for getting to know this montrous labrynth of passageways would be an advantage if she were ever to escape. If.
At that very moment, escape seemed as far out of reach as the sword Eomynne had lost in the battle.
Sighing inwardly, she let herself be led along further, barely glancing at her brothers who strode alongside her. After what seemed like an eternity, the hall ended, their progress blocked by two large stone doors, with circled handles of jade placed in the center. The lead guard stepped forward, rapping three times. There was a muffled chink of armour from the other side, then a loud scraping as they were dragged apart. The relatively drab corridor, decorated sparsely with long wall tapestries behind them, they stepped into an entirely different enviroment.
Fresh air poured into Eomynne's lungs as she took a deep, satisfying breath, wincing as her eyes adjusted to the bright sunshine. They were in a hugely vast courtyard, stretching for what seemed like a hundred yards in each direction, protected by high walls of granite, a small lookout house at each corner. The entire expanse was an enormous garden, alive with the sounds and smells of life. Birds chattered happily in the numerous, towering weeping-willows, the intoxicating scent of flowers and rich, bright green grass, filling Eomynne's nostrils. Creeping vines ran up the walls in a spiraling dance, dotted with roses of scattered varieties, and blooming buds that she could not even name. A single stone path stretched diagonally and horizontaly from where Eomynne stood, coming together in the center like a window, where a white gazibo* was placed, draped in a canopy of sky-blue material that blew softly in the gentle breeze. Around the courtyard was another pathway, a slanted roof held in place by smaller pillars, that covered parts in shadow. There were two doorways to every side of the courtyard, each placed at oposite ends, indicating large rooms beyond.
Eomynne was led to one such doorway, on the east side, while Elleduil and Caelidur were directed towards those on the west. Eomynne strained her neck to gaze longingly at them as they departed, but the two guards that held her arms jerked her forward again, leaving her heart to ache painfully as she thought of what might await them now. Now that they were separated.
Together they were strong. Separated they were weak.
Eomynne did not know if she could withstand Eldarion alone. She only hoped her brothers would fare better.
"Eldarion has ordered you are left here." One of her guards grunted, in a voice that was quite monotone. "Suitable clothes and washing materials have been left for you. You may use them as needed. However, you will stay in this room, and go nowhere else, until His Highness allows you access to other parts of his palace. Until then, go nowhere, and do nothing. Is that understood?"
Eomynne nodded reluctantly, then was shoved into the awaiting room, the door slamming shut behind her, followed by the click of the lock. With a great sigh, she stumbled forward, briefly taking in her surroundings, before collapsing with a muffled sob on the King sized bed. With what strength was left in her, she pulled the gold canopy around the four- poster, curling into a tight ball and squeezing her blood encrusted eyes shut. It wasn't until she lay on the soft material, did Eomynne suddenly realize how horrible she felt. A pulsing headache pounded heavily in her ears, the better part of her skull slicked with dried blood from where it had crumbled under the impact of the stone she had fell onto only five nights previous. The Gondor men had taken her to a hospital tent, where it had been professionally stitched back together, then they had pumped her full of herbal medicines to ease the pain and heal what her Elven abilities could not. For days afterwards, the vile liquids had done their job, while at the same time bringing much grief to Eomynne's already shocked and exhausted body. They had not agreed with her stomach, causing what ever she ate, be it large or small, to come straight back up, giving Eomynne nights of unavoidable vomiting, limbs shaking and convulsing under the stress. Now she lay deflated on her new bed, trembling and sobbing, shivering with the fever that was now wracking her defenseless body.
"Sweet Elbereth….give me rest…"she pleaded silently, before passing out.
**
Sometime later, Eomynne became dimly aware of a figure leaning over her, hard lips caressing her neck gently. The bed felt weighted down more than her lithe form could sink, two pressure points on either side of her. Two by her head, two by her shins. Soft tendrils of what could only be hair tickled her face, and she almost smiled, before realizing what was happening. Stomach dissolving, Eomynne cried out, trying to roll away. Her captor's lips lost contact with her neck, a low growl sounding close to her ear. They lashed out, a firm hand gripping her arm, forcing her underneath him yet again. She screamed once, before her own lips were crushed by his mouth, a hot tongue pushing them apart. Eomynne moaned unintentionally, wrtithing with pleasure as his hands crawled up her thighs. Silver tears streamed down her cheeks, tears of fear and pain.
"This must have been what mother went through……" she thought briefly, before gasping in a breath of air, the deep kiss ending. The man continued though, stripping Eomynne of her dirty garments and tossing them to the floor. His hands were experienced, knowing exactly where to touch, and how to touch, causing cries and moans from deep inside her.
Part of Eomynne was enjoying the experience, and part was screaming and sobbing for it to end.
His lips seemed to kiss every inch of skin, every space not yet explored, his hard and toned body moving with hers. There was a clink of metal as his belt was unlatched, followed by a soft thud of his own clothes landing with Eomynne's. Sudden reality hit hard, when she realized what was going to happen.
With a cry, he gripped her shoulders tightly, thrusting himself into her.
Eomynne gasped in pain, her back arching away from the sheets, some parts sticking to her sweat slicked back. She moaned in pleasure though, when the sweet heat that flooded her body, aroused her senses and released her tightly strung muscles. Once more, his lips covered hers, his hands holding her trembling body against his, thrusting again and again, moving with her as she gasped and arched every time, rolling and trying to break free.
Why wouldn't he stop? Why wouldn't he just leave?
It was so pleasurable, and yet so violating. She had been a virgin, now loosing her last shred of innocence in her unknown captors arms. At least he should tell her his name. At the very least. But all he did was cry out her name with every climax of his seemingly unquenchable desire.
Cry out her name.
Only Eldarion, Domic and the guards knew her name.
It was one of them.
Eyes flashing open, adjusting to the now moonlit chamber, she franticly tried to recognize the man. But she could not see him. Shadow obscured his face, and anything she could have used to identify him. Eomynne almost sobbed in frustration, his mouth now on her neck once more, his tongue running up to nibble the tip of her pointed ear. Rolling her head to one side, she finally gave in, stopping her battle against him. Her tear filled eyes landed on the small bed-stand placed within arms reach, where an unsheathed dagger lay. Instinct seizing her, Eomynne grasped the blade and raked it along her captors exposed back, drawing a deep wound there.
He cried out in pain, moving away quickly as if burned. Grasping the steadily bleeding slash, he hobbled to his pile of clothes, putting them on as fast as possible. Eomynne just lay gasping for air on the bed, not even caring anymore of what he might do now. Once finished, he stood tall, a hiss of pain escaping his bleeding lips. He flashed her a grim smile, the only part of him not covered by dense shadow.
"You were quite satisfying to me." He murmured. "Perhaps I will return to taste you again. But I assure you, I will not be as mercifull as I was."
With a swish of his cloak he was gone, leaving Eomynne sobbing with anguish, trembling naked upon the sweat soaked sheets.
A/N: Sorry it's kinda shorter than the other ones…but I wanted to get this out to you guys and it's really late. So I hope you enjoyed this somewhat shorter chapter, and please continue to REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!! *sniggers bleakly* This is what happens when I read to much Slash…..~_^
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. ANYTHING. Don't get your panties in a twist.
Chapter Three
Still struggling slightly, Eomynne and her brother's were dragged down a long hallway off the main hall where they'd met Eldarion for the first time. Eomynne couldn't deny she'd expected him to be different. The Eldarion she'd imagined was no where near as beautifull as he. Arwen must have given him that….She thought bitterly. Eldarion did not deserve it. He was about as tall as Eomynne, muscluar and yet very slender at the same time, with ever so slight curly dark brown hair that was fell in soft, straight folds to just around his shoulders. His face was smooth, with high cheekbones accented by the fair skin. And his eyes, a steely platinum silver that always seemed to flash-whether with an icy chill or evil mirth- drove daggers of fear into all who looked upon him. It had been those very eyes that weakened Eomynne, had forced her to reveal her identity, and the identity of their brothers. And it was those eyes that read her like an open book, as though every thought, every feeling or desire was laid bare for him to see.
Eomynne could not hide from him.
It was more than unnerving, it was maddening.
Her heart was slightly more at ease now, away from his presence, though a shadow of anxiety and fear still hovered above them all. She did not know whether her brothers felt the same. She did not know if Eldarion could see them too. All she knew now was they were in Minas Tirith, in his country, in his city, in his very hands.
There was now way out now.
The hallway was a long one, almost like a main corridor, that separated off into other smaller halls,or ones just as large. Large stone pillars were placed at their entrances, stretching high to the arched ceiling of clear glass, that allowed the otherwise dim passageway to be lit into life by shafts of light which poured through. Eomynne did not know what lay down these certain stretches of stone, for the guards kept them going at a swift pace, and any time they would draw near one, they passed it so quickly there was scarce time to take anything in. Eomynne was slightly dissapointed at this,for getting to know this montrous labrynth of passageways would be an advantage if she were ever to escape. If.
At that very moment, escape seemed as far out of reach as the sword Eomynne had lost in the battle.
Sighing inwardly, she let herself be led along further, barely glancing at her brothers who strode alongside her. After what seemed like an eternity, the hall ended, their progress blocked by two large stone doors, with circled handles of jade placed in the center. The lead guard stepped forward, rapping three times. There was a muffled chink of armour from the other side, then a loud scraping as they were dragged apart. The relatively drab corridor, decorated sparsely with long wall tapestries behind them, they stepped into an entirely different enviroment.
Fresh air poured into Eomynne's lungs as she took a deep, satisfying breath, wincing as her eyes adjusted to the bright sunshine. They were in a hugely vast courtyard, stretching for what seemed like a hundred yards in each direction, protected by high walls of granite, a small lookout house at each corner. The entire expanse was an enormous garden, alive with the sounds and smells of life. Birds chattered happily in the numerous, towering weeping-willows, the intoxicating scent of flowers and rich, bright green grass, filling Eomynne's nostrils. Creeping vines ran up the walls in a spiraling dance, dotted with roses of scattered varieties, and blooming buds that she could not even name. A single stone path stretched diagonally and horizontaly from where Eomynne stood, coming together in the center like a window, where a white gazibo* was placed, draped in a canopy of sky-blue material that blew softly in the gentle breeze. Around the courtyard was another pathway, a slanted roof held in place by smaller pillars, that covered parts in shadow. There were two doorways to every side of the courtyard, each placed at oposite ends, indicating large rooms beyond.
Eomynne was led to one such doorway, on the east side, while Elleduil and Caelidur were directed towards those on the west. Eomynne strained her neck to gaze longingly at them as they departed, but the two guards that held her arms jerked her forward again, leaving her heart to ache painfully as she thought of what might await them now. Now that they were separated.
Together they were strong. Separated they were weak.
Eomynne did not know if she could withstand Eldarion alone. She only hoped her brothers would fare better.
"Eldarion has ordered you are left here." One of her guards grunted, in a voice that was quite monotone. "Suitable clothes and washing materials have been left for you. You may use them as needed. However, you will stay in this room, and go nowhere else, until His Highness allows you access to other parts of his palace. Until then, go nowhere, and do nothing. Is that understood?"
Eomynne nodded reluctantly, then was shoved into the awaiting room, the door slamming shut behind her, followed by the click of the lock. With a great sigh, she stumbled forward, briefly taking in her surroundings, before collapsing with a muffled sob on the King sized bed. With what strength was left in her, she pulled the gold canopy around the four- poster, curling into a tight ball and squeezing her blood encrusted eyes shut. It wasn't until she lay on the soft material, did Eomynne suddenly realize how horrible she felt. A pulsing headache pounded heavily in her ears, the better part of her skull slicked with dried blood from where it had crumbled under the impact of the stone she had fell onto only five nights previous. The Gondor men had taken her to a hospital tent, where it had been professionally stitched back together, then they had pumped her full of herbal medicines to ease the pain and heal what her Elven abilities could not. For days afterwards, the vile liquids had done their job, while at the same time bringing much grief to Eomynne's already shocked and exhausted body. They had not agreed with her stomach, causing what ever she ate, be it large or small, to come straight back up, giving Eomynne nights of unavoidable vomiting, limbs shaking and convulsing under the stress. Now she lay deflated on her new bed, trembling and sobbing, shivering with the fever that was now wracking her defenseless body.
"Sweet Elbereth….give me rest…"she pleaded silently, before passing out.
**
Sometime later, Eomynne became dimly aware of a figure leaning over her, hard lips caressing her neck gently. The bed felt weighted down more than her lithe form could sink, two pressure points on either side of her. Two by her head, two by her shins. Soft tendrils of what could only be hair tickled her face, and she almost smiled, before realizing what was happening. Stomach dissolving, Eomynne cried out, trying to roll away. Her captor's lips lost contact with her neck, a low growl sounding close to her ear. They lashed out, a firm hand gripping her arm, forcing her underneath him yet again. She screamed once, before her own lips were crushed by his mouth, a hot tongue pushing them apart. Eomynne moaned unintentionally, wrtithing with pleasure as his hands crawled up her thighs. Silver tears streamed down her cheeks, tears of fear and pain.
"This must have been what mother went through……" she thought briefly, before gasping in a breath of air, the deep kiss ending. The man continued though, stripping Eomynne of her dirty garments and tossing them to the floor. His hands were experienced, knowing exactly where to touch, and how to touch, causing cries and moans from deep inside her.
Part of Eomynne was enjoying the experience, and part was screaming and sobbing for it to end.
His lips seemed to kiss every inch of skin, every space not yet explored, his hard and toned body moving with hers. There was a clink of metal as his belt was unlatched, followed by a soft thud of his own clothes landing with Eomynne's. Sudden reality hit hard, when she realized what was going to happen.
With a cry, he gripped her shoulders tightly, thrusting himself into her.
Eomynne gasped in pain, her back arching away from the sheets, some parts sticking to her sweat slicked back. She moaned in pleasure though, when the sweet heat that flooded her body, aroused her senses and released her tightly strung muscles. Once more, his lips covered hers, his hands holding her trembling body against his, thrusting again and again, moving with her as she gasped and arched every time, rolling and trying to break free.
Why wouldn't he stop? Why wouldn't he just leave?
It was so pleasurable, and yet so violating. She had been a virgin, now loosing her last shred of innocence in her unknown captors arms. At least he should tell her his name. At the very least. But all he did was cry out her name with every climax of his seemingly unquenchable desire.
Cry out her name.
Only Eldarion, Domic and the guards knew her name.
It was one of them.
Eyes flashing open, adjusting to the now moonlit chamber, she franticly tried to recognize the man. But she could not see him. Shadow obscured his face, and anything she could have used to identify him. Eomynne almost sobbed in frustration, his mouth now on her neck once more, his tongue running up to nibble the tip of her pointed ear. Rolling her head to one side, she finally gave in, stopping her battle against him. Her tear filled eyes landed on the small bed-stand placed within arms reach, where an unsheathed dagger lay. Instinct seizing her, Eomynne grasped the blade and raked it along her captors exposed back, drawing a deep wound there.
He cried out in pain, moving away quickly as if burned. Grasping the steadily bleeding slash, he hobbled to his pile of clothes, putting them on as fast as possible. Eomynne just lay gasping for air on the bed, not even caring anymore of what he might do now. Once finished, he stood tall, a hiss of pain escaping his bleeding lips. He flashed her a grim smile, the only part of him not covered by dense shadow.
"You were quite satisfying to me." He murmured. "Perhaps I will return to taste you again. But I assure you, I will not be as mercifull as I was."
With a swish of his cloak he was gone, leaving Eomynne sobbing with anguish, trembling naked upon the sweat soaked sheets.
A/N: Sorry it's kinda shorter than the other ones…but I wanted to get this out to you guys and it's really late. So I hope you enjoyed this somewhat shorter chapter, and please continue to REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!! *sniggers bleakly* This is what happens when I read to much Slash…..~_^