"Hopeless Love"
Work: The Lord of the Rings
Character(s): Gríma/Éowyn
Category: Angst/Romance
Rating: PG-13
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He closed the door to Éowyn's chamber behind him. She stood in the center of the room, as beautiful as always. She was pale and lovely in the candlelight, and she gazed at him with absolute adoration. She wore only a simple white slip – how many times had he coaxed it off her body?
They were so in love.
"I've been waiting for you," she said, her voice low and sultry.
"Wait no longer, my dear," he returned. "I am here."
He took off his heavy fur cloak and cast aside his linen shirt. He pulled her into a deep kiss, wrought with passion. She returned it gladly. He ran his fingers through that luxurious golden hair of hers; his hand brushed one white strap off her shoulder.
As one they fell onto the bed. She pressed her hands against either side of his face, still deep in the kiss. His own hand moved hungrily up her thigh, moving the flimsy slip out of the way. And then –
And then Gríma woke up, woke up to the darkness and decided solitude of his chamber. He lay still for a moment, sure that Éowyn was lying awake too. She suffered from loneliness as well. Why could they not be lonely together?
She would love him before the end.
Gríma rolled over and closed his eyes once more. In a few minutes he was asleep. But the dream did not return so it could continue, so he could see the end.
It never did.
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Yeah.. it's blatant drabble and kinda crappy. One of my earliest works. I'd still like reviews, though!!
Work: The Lord of the Rings
Character(s): Gríma/Éowyn
Category: Angst/Romance
Rating: PG-13
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He closed the door to Éowyn's chamber behind him. She stood in the center of the room, as beautiful as always. She was pale and lovely in the candlelight, and she gazed at him with absolute adoration. She wore only a simple white slip – how many times had he coaxed it off her body?
They were so in love.
"I've been waiting for you," she said, her voice low and sultry.
"Wait no longer, my dear," he returned. "I am here."
He took off his heavy fur cloak and cast aside his linen shirt. He pulled her into a deep kiss, wrought with passion. She returned it gladly. He ran his fingers through that luxurious golden hair of hers; his hand brushed one white strap off her shoulder.
As one they fell onto the bed. She pressed her hands against either side of his face, still deep in the kiss. His own hand moved hungrily up her thigh, moving the flimsy slip out of the way. And then –
And then Gríma woke up, woke up to the darkness and decided solitude of his chamber. He lay still for a moment, sure that Éowyn was lying awake too. She suffered from loneliness as well. Why could they not be lonely together?
She would love him before the end.
Gríma rolled over and closed his eyes once more. In a few minutes he was asleep. But the dream did not return so it could continue, so he could see the end.
It never did.
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Yeah.. it's blatant drabble and kinda crappy. One of my earliest works. I'd still like reviews, though!!