Titanium

Author's notes: I do have to say, one of my readers made me feel a lot better about choosing to do the time skips now. I mean they're right, it is technically my story, so if I just wanted to skip right to Rivendell, which I don't, I could. I will be skipping ahead in the Shire again though. I want to let you know that I'm breaking the cycle, I'm a bit blocked on how to start up Neville's chapter, and I really want a chapter in, so we're jumping to Rem, mostly because I want him to get to get closer to his mates, and little Alta. I'm very excited, because I have tons of things planned, and some of them I know you'll hate me for. But remember, he's Harry fucking Potter okay? You'll understand soon. Random immature fact, I just noticed that Rohan starts with R, like Remus. And Shire starts with S, like Sirius. Also, M is one letter off from N…Did I plan this? I'm not sure!–CJG

Warning: Homosexual relationships, dark themes, violence, language, and angst. If you don't like, please don't read.

Chapter Fourteen: The Wolf and the Rohirrim

Characters: Remus Lupin. Location: Rohan

His body twitched in irritation, he couldn't help it. That damn worm was near his cub again. Just having that stupid creature look in her direction made him burn with hatred it just made him want to rip the little bastard's throat out and give it to the stray dogs that lived in the pits of Rohan. The past six weeks had treated Remus wonderfully, though he hadn't much time with the two Marshals, who were actually expecting to return from a patrol and expedition of their lands within the next few days. They had left grudgingly while Remus was asleep, as men with such high stature they had no choice but to leave the werewolf and go protect their lands. Remus was one very unhappy wolf when he had woken up the next morning to find that his mates had left. Though he had enjoyed the fact that it gave him time to think, it gave him time to go over everything that had happen in that month.

He was still not so happy with the fact that it had been six weeks. Even if, in those six weeks, he had become quite popular with the servants, and even more popular with the stable boys. He was still damn well pissed off. He found himself pacing around Edoras like a caged beast. At least now Lain had allowed him access to the outside world, which was new. She had kept him in the golden hall for 3 weeks, not even allowing him to step foot out into the fresh air. It was honestly driving the man, and even his cub Alta, up a wall. The day he was allowed out he had bolted straight for the stables, though unsure why, he honestly felt the need to be with four legged beasts who did not have fleas, and that didn't bite snarl at him when he touched them.

He wasn't surprised to find only a few horses in the large barn, most of the men had gone out with the two Marshals, and those who hadn't were on mounted patrol of a one mile radius of the city. He was however pleased to find that the heavily pregnant mares were due very soon, and through his animalistic abilities, and telepathic powers, he conversed happily with the gushing and overly proud mares of Rohan. He was more than entertained, listening to their conversations with a trained ear, tossing in his own thoughts as he leaned back on the door. His hair was pulled back in a leather clasp that Alta had picked for him in the market while he was still cooped up in the chambers they had set up for him. Its rich chestnut color seemed to glitter happily in the sunlight, just like his wild beastly golden eyes.

Remus's eyes moved toward the door when he heard the sound of hoofs, but ignored them, simply thinking that they were some village folk headed to the market and turned his attention was first caught on the small girl who came charging toward him. He did not hesitate to pick Alta up, and twirl her around, he started humming a tune and calmly started to dance, she was clutching tightly to his burgundy tunic, and she fit perfectly against his chest so she wasn't hitting "Wolfsbane" who was strapped carefully to his hip. He did not hear the hoofs getting closer, nor did he hear the light gasps when whoever was riding the horses came to a halt at the door.

His deep voice had started to carry lyrics to a song that was written in Spanish, the stable hands sang along roughly with the few lines that he had taught them. His eyes were closed, feeling so completely relaxed in his location. His mind focused in an odd state of meditation that he seemed to fall into when he was in the barn, in the presence of Alta, and in the barn where his mates spent the largest part of their time when home. He almost didn't come back into the real world until he felt Alta's breathe even, and his song came to a close. He stood in the middle of the aisle, smiling calmly, until he heard a sudden clapping. His head snapped upward to stare at almost the entirety of the Rohirrim, who had obviously been rather impressed with his performance.

"You have a lovely voice, Remus Lupin. What an angelic sound to return home to. Even Eowyn isn't as pleasant a sight." It was Theodred who spoke happily, his voice was tired, and his appearance haggard. Eomer had ridden further into the barn and dismounted. Obviously signaling that the others that it they were allowed to take the tack off of their horses, to groom, and then to head home to families, or off to the tavern to those who had none.

Remus seemed to tuck Alta further into his chest as a strange form of instinct; he knew that the two large and very attractive men were his mates. But he also knew that there were many odd men in the barn at the moment, and the safest thing to do was to blush, (which he was doing horribly at the moment) and mutter a bashful thank you. No one had ever caught Remus singing before, barring James of course, who seemed to have black mail material on just about everyone.

"I trust they kept you well, Remus? Surely my sister didn't torture you too much?" Eomer asked carefully, a small smile on his face. Eomer seemed the quieter; more dominate one out of the two mates. He was careful, watchful, but had wit and cunning when needed. He seemed to always have something intelligent to say at any given time, and his knowledge was extremely vast. At the mention of Eowyn, Remus actually flinched. Oh no, she didn't openly torture him, but she didn't hold back slightly biting remarks. It was clear that even if her brother didn't know that Remus was stealing their attention away from her, she knew.

He startled slightly when he felt Alta stir in his arms, and gently set her down when she started to squirm to go play with the stable boys who didn't have any work to complete.

"I'm afraid Lady Eowyn seems to hold much distain for me, My Lord." His voice had a bitter bite to it at the lady's name, but even Eomer seemed to understand. He nodded solemnly, not even trying to defend his sister. A sad tired sigh escaped his lips as he started to remove his tack from the stallion he rode.

"Then I must apologize on her behalf, she's still very much a child. Even if her stubborn mind swears it is grown. Our uncle's condition does nothing for her attitude either. She has become bitter." It was Theodred who spoke, oddly enough the two men reminded him greatly of the Weasley twins. They seemed to be on the exact same wave length at any given time, always coming up with something to say, finishing sentences for each other.

Remus nodded in understanding, he moved carefully to sit on the stall wall of one of the pregnant mare's stall. She walked over happily and rested her chin on his shoulder. She was obviously content with nuzzling his neck in a happy manner, sending him puffs of air that seemed to calm his very soul. He was slightly embarrassed around his mates since they had witnessed his breakdown, but thinking on it, he wouldn't have wanted anyone else (excluding Lain) to see him in that state.

"She doesn't seem to understand compassion. Any time I attempt to assist her when she struggles, she simply uses a hateful slur and sulks off. She's lucky, if it were in my home, or if it would have been my father she said that too. He'd of killed her, he didn't have shame. I remember a time…."

He trailed off, not wanting to think of the many punishments he had gotten from his father. The bastard of a man had no right to be called a father. It had been a very long time since he had thought about that monster. That beast of a man who caused more horror any given day of the week, than Remus did on the full moon. Remus still bore the scars from that man's treatment, both mental and physical.

"What did he do?" Eomer said, clearly curious on what the wolf's childhood was like. Theodred and Eomer had finished grooming and untacking their horses and had moved close to Remus. If you walked into the stable you would see one man resting against a bale of hay, the other leaning against the wall opposite of Remus, looking clearly interested. They had shed a few layers of armor, and were down to their leather gauntlets. Each wore a different colored tunic that had clearly seen better days.

"One year for my birthday, he subjected me me to the Cruciatus curse for fifteen minutes before taking a blade to my back…Then he proceeded slaughtered my mother with the same blade he carved my back away with, and he hung her from the rafters with his belt. That was when I was eleven, just before I received my letter to the Wizarding School that was located on my world." He said quietly his eyes avoiding looking at him. Horrified at his own memories. He was so locked up in his memories that he hardly even noticed the exchanged glances between the two. That was until he was pulled into the chest of both men. And enveloped in one of the most comforting embraces he had ever experienced in his entire life. They even rivaled Harrison's hugs, and that was saying something...