More Than an Affair

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Lord of the Rings.

Chapter 1: Dreams

Being queen is far from easy. Eowyn had always known this, but she'd never expected to be a queen herself. She was a free spirit, always craving the thrill of the fight. She lived with her husband as king and queen of Rohan. Her favourite place in all middle earth was her home.

Fall sucked the last of summer from the gardens leaving a thrilling show of burnt oranges, yellows and dazzling reds in it's wake. The bravest of the fall flowers stood proudly among the leaves. Eowyn found herself in these gardens more and more often these days.

Faramir and her had grown distant. He was always working, leaving her to ride, practice sword fighting, or, like today, walk through the gardens.

She was fair beyond compare . The white of her skin contrasted violently with the dark black dress she wore for lunch. Tied with a gold cord at the waist, and long sleeves, it accentuated her tiny frame and slender form. Her lips were as blood red as the roses she ever admired. A cruel wind whipped at her freckled nose and long golden hair. She examined a marble statue her huge navy blue eyes framed in thick pale lashes.

Lunch would be served soon, she knew. Eowyn quickly left the gardens and entered the sparkling palace to the dining hall. Although the grand oak table was set for two, no one else was there. She sat and waited, and waited some more; still no one. She'd been sitting for fifteen minutes when a servant entered.

"Pardon me your majesty," he said quickly, " But, my Lord Faramir regrets to inform you that he will not be ale to join you for lunch today because he is in an important meeting. He hopes you will accept his most humble apologies." Eowyn sighed,

"Thankyou. You may leave now.'

'Yes your majesty." He replied, bowed, then left.

Eowyn frowned, she couldn't remember having eaten with her husband in nearly a week.

She stalked the empty halls until she reached the meeting room. There he sat, at the head of the table speaking with foreign dignitaries and captains.

Lord Faramir was a handsome young king. Tall and lean he had messy chessnut locks falling to his broad shoulders. His wonderful bright eyes were light and kind. He had a sharp face and fast reflexes. There he was, leaving her on her own again.

Eowyn quickly went to her enormous bedroom, hoping sleep would come quickly.

It wasn't until late that night that Faramir finally came in, Eowyn had dosed off once or twice, but for the most part she'd spent the afternoon thinking, until atlast she'd gotten up to change into her nightgown.

"Ah there you are. I didn't see you at dinner.' she heard him say as he entered the room.

" I, wasn't hungry my lord."

"I see." he replied as he crossed to the privy. "Well it's been a rather trying day. You know Aragorn is having a celebration soon for the birth of their son.'

"Yes, so I heard." she replied dryly. He exited the privy an a pair of thin cotton pants for sleeping in, his toned chest exposed. When he arrived at her side of the bed he frowned.

'Something wrong my love?" he asked. She sat up and peered into his face or a long moment, until atlast she snappd from her trance.

"No, I'm fine. When is the celebration?" Faramir smiled,

"Five days, you'll be ready to leave the day after tomorrow correct?"

"Certainly."

"Good, goodnight."

"Night." she mumbled. He slid under the warm covers next to her.

Sleep consumed her fast and hard that night, long before she felt Faramir's arms around her.

She dreamt. She was hot, it was so very warm. She was blindfolded it seemed. She tried to free her head of the cloth but a set of cool fingers stopped her.

"Not yet my love, it's more thrilling like this." a voice said. She didn't recognize it. She was suddenly aware of her nakedness, and someone moving above her.

"You're far too beautiful for a mere man to enjoy." they whispered. They claimed her mouth in a gentle searing kiss. The smell of sandle wood and pine enveloped her . The strangers tongue probed for access which Eowyn eagerly granted. The kiss was so sweet. She felt the outline of a solid chest pressing into her. When atleast they parted she felt the other person's mouth press down her neck, towards her collar . At the same time she felt gentle fingers tracing lines all over her sides, down her arms, towards her thighs. Eowyn gasped as they hit her sensitive spot.

"Say my name." he whispered.

"Who are you?" she gasped.

'You know who I am." she felt the blindfold being removed and she looked up into unfathomably blue eyes.