Summary: Will Aragorn and Eowyn reconcile when he arrives in Edoras with what's left of the Fellowship? Rated M (for sexual content) by Savannah (Eowyn & Aragorn)

March 2, 3019

Aragorn stood staring at the man he had once known as a king, now a frail old man laughing in Gandalf's face. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of white and a small person dart past him. In a flash he grabbed her arm. "Wait," he said, looking back up as Gandalf worked his magic, banishing Saruman from the king.

"Let me go," he heard a voice say, and an elbow connected hard into his abdomen.

But he knew that voice and in shock his hands relaxed their grip. For the first time he looked down at the woman pushing out of his arms and felt his breath catch in his lungs.

Eowyn ran for her uncle, not seeing the faces of the people standing around her. Her only thought was of Theoden, her king, and the only family she had left in Edoras. She smiled at him, his hand coming to rest on her cheek, her eyes brimming with tears. She turned around to see who had worked this miracle, but she looked past Gandalf to the man who had held her back from her king and who had held her so many other times.

Blue eyes connected with grey and Eowyn's breath went out of her lungs so that she felt completely hollow inside. She blinked and the water fell from her eyes onto her cheeks. "Dark have been my dreams of late," Theoden said, his voice booming over Eowyn. She turned back to him, his voice changing back to that of a younger man, the voice she had known as a child.

..::..

The night had fallen silent and still, a heaviness lay over the city. Eowyn sat on her bed and watched as her door slowly swung open. She knew the body that stood silhouetted in the door. She saw the stoop in his shoulders, her pain and sorrowed mirrored in his body. She remembered the little cottage and the grave outside it, she hated that memory and the drop in her heart every time she saw it in her mind's eye, and in that moment she hated Aragorn for bringing back that heartbroken feeling. But seeing him standing there in her doorway; his body bent, his head hanging, she loved him so fiercely she was overwhelmed by the sight of him. She dropped her eyes, wishing he would leave and wishing she could take him in her arms and make his hurt disappear, the two sides of her heart fighting each other.

Aragorn took a step through the door. "Eowyn," he breathed her name as if it was the sweetest sound to ever leave his lips. "Will you have me?" he asked, his voice broken and vulnerable.

"Oh, Aragorn," she said standing and stepping close to his chest, her hand resting on his cheek. "I cannot live without you."

Aragorn looked down into the pools of her eyes turned black by the darkness, and felt the weariness he had felt melt away from him. He leaned down and kissed her, her taste like water on the lips of the dying. His hands moved to her body, pulling her close to him, her form fitting perfectly with his. He moaned into their kiss, his hands roaming over her.

Eowyn felt herself begin to shake, Aragorn held her tighter to him, crushing her body to his. "You're shaking," he said, parting their lips but still holding onto her.

Eowyn shook her head, dropping down from her tip toes. "Lay with me," she said, taking his hand and leading him to the bed. They laid down together, the moonlight pouring in through the window, making a box of light on the bed. They lay pressed together, side by side, facing one another, slowly losing themselves in each other. "I love you," Eowyn said, her chest heaving with their kisses. Aragorn pressed his lips to her forehead.

..::..

Eowyn lay beneath Aragorn's powerful body, her hands roaming over his back as he pushed into her painfully slow and sweet. Her legs moved in almost slow motion to wrap around his hips, her breathing slow and heavy. Her eyes drifted shut and she moaned, the feel of him inside of her, his skin touching hers was perfection in itself. Aragorn's head was buried in her neck, one arm laying under her back, pressed between her and the bed, his hand clasping her shoulder as if he held onto her for life itself.

Their love making was slow and rhythmic, so intense Eowyn felt as if she could burst with it. She gasped, her hands moving to Aragorn's hips. At her touch Aragorn felt his heart beat harder, felt fire rush through his body, every muscle clenched brought to life by her touch. "Eowyn, Eowyn, Eowyn…" he breathed into her ear. His arm snaking out from under her and rested on her hip, pulling her to him, making their contact tighter. Eowyn shuddered involuntarily as he came inside of her; her back arched off the bed, her eyes closed in the warm, sweet feeling that filled her.

White light covered their bodies, the full moon shining in through the window. A cool breeze came in from the window, the air cold on the tear tracks running down over her temples. She opened her eyes and saw Aragorn leaning over her, his dark hair falling into his face and there were tear tracks on his face as well. Eowyn's mind and heart filled up then with love for him so strong she could think of nothing else. She felt it boil up inside of her until it drove her mad. Then with a rush and a sucking gasp she felt herself come.

Aragorn smiled down at her, his hand coming to rest on her cheek. He leaned down and brushed their lips together, tasting his own salty tears mixed with hers. Eowyn's eyes opened and she looked up at his grey eyes as soft as velvet and red around the rims. "Never leave me," she said, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him down so he lay on top of her.

Aragorn buried his face into her necking, slipping both arms around her back breathing in the smell of her. He rolled to the side, still holding her closer than he thought possible, until their two bodies became one. "I will never leave you," he said in her ear.