A/N: Um, wow.
sock-free: lol do you think you wrote enough? lol im glad i at least did well grammatically. ::makes me all warm and fuzzy inside:: um, let me get to a couple points. AND EVERYONE ELSE READ THIS TOO
a) i really didn't want the girls to take over the story, sorry if you think they did, i just figured that later on, what they've done explains a couple of things, and it's one of those "well it could have happened" things. okay, um
b) ya i know i have a lot of that. lol now that i think about it, an elf would look pretty stupid walking around with something from evenflo (even though I changed the bottle-feeding part if you'll look back), and yes i know lipstick and nail polish don't exist in Middle-earth, so lemme just say that 1 this is a little AU, 2 how else would she know that she kissed him? 3 i guess as i should put this as a little more than AU, huh?
c) i know some of "today's" expressions are in there like "don't go there" and Éowyn's a little freaky in that one chapter, and I know they're not like that in the book. I guess this isn't like one of the stories that you get directly from the book. I just sort of took my own spin on Middle-earth and added a couple of my own things
d) I sort of felt it was an issue, because remember when Éomer like nearly choked Grima when he looked at Éowyn? they're obviously very protective of each other and, I'm not saying that her being involved in her brother's business is protective, but, oh never mind i don't know. It's basically just a thing with me and my best friend. and since the last time you did that was in 9th grade- I guess it really does fit because I'm only going to be a freshman next year and if she sounds like a giggling 14-year-old, I just turned 14 in March so does that sort of make sense? I can't make her a mature 25-year-old if I've never BEEN a mature 25-year-old, it's just how I write and wanted to portray her. So I'm not really as high-up a writer as I'd like to be, and not as eloquent, well versed, or articulate either. with the twins, Tolkien never really went into them in depth really as far as I've read, and I just, like i said, put my own spin on them. hope you don't mind, we just thought it was funny.
e) ..... the elvish.... or should I say the "grelvish". Hmm. I never knew that was just for RPG. Go figure. lol I would just skip to the translations, but me being the Einstein that I am, i nearly have all of the "Grelvish" written into it already. And a lot of the stories I read have all the "grelvish" there too ::smiles like a two-year-old:: and I want to be just wike dem!
See people? Sock-free's reviews are the kind i want, a little bit of criticism, but not flaming me. That way I know what you guys want me to do, ok? ::says quickly before you have the opportunity to answer:: good.
This got me thinking- I'm sorry if this "offends" you guys that I didn't take their personalities straight from the book or really straight from anywhere except my tiny little head. Hell- I'm reading this one fanfic where Legolas is a horny little jackass, and he isn't like that in the books. Okay just so nobody hates me, I'm going to put an AU warning on my summary. And I suppose this is a Mary Sue?
Somebody IM or email me and tell me what to do, please. I never thought that posting my work would get this crazy. Oi gavalt.
Um, anyway, this is "Larien's" chapter, like I said, and then a little of her sister at the bottom because the girl who i derived Maranwë from forced me to with a knife to my throat screaming "PUT ME IN CHAPTER 9!" so i did. Hope you enjoy.
Luv always
Meg AKA DramaQueen
)Larien(
There was someone else in my bedroom. My eyes instantly flashed open.
Éomer was walking around the room, not making a sound as he continued to throw golden roses across the marble floor. I didn't say anything, but I surveyed him curiously as he delicately placed the flowers on my windowsill. When he turned around, I squinted my eyes almost completely, pretending to yet be asleep. All I could see in the darkness was him walking toward the door.
As he put his hand on the doorknob, I sat up and slowly walked toward him until I was right behind him. "What by the Valar do you think you're doing?"
He jumped, startled as he looked back at me. I grinned and he smiled sarcastically. "I've walked and ridden through forests without so much as disturbing a bird. How is it that you actually heard me?"
"I didn't hear you. I sensed you here," I replied to his still confused expression. "I am, after all, an Elf." I ran a finger up my ear to its sharp apex.
He smiled. I looked intently at his nightclothes and instantly had an impure image that I had to rid of by softly shaking my head.
"What is it?" he said, lifting my head up with his index finger.
"Nothing," I assured him. "So what exactly were you trying to pull?"
"You said you liked them," he explained, blushing so fiercely that I could see his embarrassed glow through the dark.
"Aye, I did, but you need not be so nice as to do this," I insisted. "I mean, you're like a brother to me and you still do this all for me."
He was silent for a moment. "I don't just do it willingly, Larien. I do it because my overthrown mind has forced me to do so."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Larien, I... I love you."
I couldn't breathe as the impact of what he had said hit me and I looked into his striking brown eyes. As if we were both magnetized, we both pulled closer together and he kissed me. A sudden wave of hot wind swept through me as his soft lips continued to overtake my own. I raised my hand to stroke his cheek and pull him in closer. He moved in without me even having to try.
He was the first to break off. "No," I whispered in a warm breath. "Don't stop." He needed no further encouragement, coming straight back to assail my neck. I slowly brought my hands from his neck to his shoulders. He let his hands fall from my chest to my waist, outlining the curves of my body. I leaned against him and he drew me up in his arms, laying me gingerly on the bed. In the process, deliberately or not, he tugged at the waist of my dress. I gently pulled at his tunic buttons, exploring his chest with my pliable fingers, and he must have taken that as reassurance since he refrained not. I moaned, but the heavy sigh was short-lived, for he claimed my mouth before my cry could escape.
I began quivering under his touch, but my head tried to remain in control. No, he will now think that you will succumb to him every time, that you are a slave to his will, that you are his courtesan and nothing more. Stop, before you screw yourself over completely.
He had shed my dress from my shoulders by now, and I had stripped his chest of his tunic, but I froze altogether, and my sudden halt hindered him. He gently pulled off of me and looked into my eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered, pushing himself off of me. "I should not have coerced myself upon you so."
My mouth betrayed my mind as I stood up and followed him to the door. "Éomer, the willing cannot be coerced. I love you."
He spun around, almost as if making sure he had heard me correctly. "Do you mean-"
"Don't stop," I interrupted, moving my hands from his shoulders to behind his neck. "Stay with me. I like it. I want you."
I pulled his head to mine impatiently. He leaned into me, and I pulled myself up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He lowered me back onto the bed and continued disrobing me as if there had been no interruption.
)Éomer(
I awoke very early in the morning, remembering everything that had happened the prior evening. I looked at the Elven woman beside me, and I was confused as to what was occurring. If I had not known of what had happened, Larien would have seemed dead. Her eyes were cloudy and half-closed, staring somewhere far into the distance that only she could see.
I turned over onto my back, still in shock over what I had done. I had violated her, taken advantage of her, fornicated with her after only confessing my love to her, only after our first kiss. I didn't know what would result from our actions. What would King Théoden say when he discovered that I had robbed Larien of her virginity? What if I had fecundated her last night? What would Maranwë and Éowyn do? I had shattered everything last night, and now I would have no choice but to live with it.
Now more questions entered my mind. Should I risk staying and being seen leaving her chambers to allow assumption from the domestic man? Should I leave now and possibly leave her feeling like a common whore and have her think that her body was all that I desired last night? Would she think that last night had been in vain, for my pleasure solely and knowing not that I took her because I truly love her?
I had little time to think about it, as her eyes blinked shut and then opened completely.
"Good morning," I said quietly as not to frighten her.
She simply smiled as she sat up on the edge of the bed, the entire expanse of her back exposed to my greedy eyes. As she covered herself in a sheer green robe, I cursed it for actually cover what was already perfection.
"Larien?" I asked.
"Mmm?" she murmured, waving her hair around her shoulders as she sat down at her vanity to brush it.
"I have no way to ask this other than to just ask it. Did you find my actions last night too rash?"
"You are not an impulsive person, meleth nîn," she said, securing the clasp of her golden necklace behind her.
"You are not angry with me?" I said, to assure myself more than her.
She spun around on her stool and pressed her hands against my shoulders. "Why would you earn my disfavor over something that was mutual, not to mention something I have hungered for since I discovered that the feelings I'd felt towards you was love?"
"I- I don't know," I said eventually.
"Why? Do you regret it?" she questioned, pulling away from me slightly.
I took her in my arms and whispered against her lips, "I would never regret this, not if it would save my life."
She smiled and laid her lips upon mine gently. Instantly, all my uncertainties were thrown to the wind as I held her in my arms once more.
)Maranwë(
There was a knock on my door. I set my brush down on the vanity, stretching as the sliver of sunrise filtered in through the window. "Tulien," I responded, getting to my feet. Coming When I opened the door, Boromir stood in the frame. "Good morning, Boromir."
"Good morning, m'lady," he whispered.
"Would you like to come in?" I invited, turning to let him inside. He nodded in agreement as I led him to a small table on the balcony.
He took a bouquet of assorted flowers from behind his back as I sat down. "I'm sorry."
"What have you done that you believe requires apology?" I questioned, almost laughing, taking the flowers anyway.
"I shouldn't have kissed you," he said, sitting down.
I set the flowers down, slightly shocked. "You- you shouldn't have?"
"No, I shouldn't have."
"But you said that you love me."
"I do. I love you more than my own life itself. I cannot deny that I have yearned for that kiss ever since I've known you."
"Then why did you leave?" I asked him.
"I... I just thought better of it."
"You mean you thought what Lord Denethor would have said or something to that effect?"
"No," he said testily, his volume rising as he stood up, leaning across the table, slamming his hands down.
"Then what?" I questioned, standing too, leaning toward him.
"Because, Maranwë, what I was about to do would not have been appropriate!" he yelled.
"Is that true?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Yes!" Boromir bellowed.
I quietly giggled, pulling Boromir's face toward mine, devouring his mouth eagerly. The thought dawning on me, I gently released him, both of us gasping for air. "Are you certain this is what you desire?"
"I have pined for this more than you could ever know," he whispered, leaning in again, and it was all I could do to relent to him.