Summary: Aragorn gives Eowyn a gift. Rated M by Savannah (Eowyn and Aragorn)

Year 3020

"Is this city always so cold?" Eowyn asked, pulling the shawl she wore tighter around her shoulders as she looked out of the window and towards the west, towards her homeland.

Aragorn walked to stand behind her. "Do you miss Rohan?" he asked, moving her hair to lean down and kiss her neck.

Eowyn moved her head to the side, showing Aragorn more skin and letting his lips trail over her skin. "I miss the sun and the open fields," she said as Aragorn's hand came to her waist.

"We have sun here," he said into her ear, his voice husky and low.

Eowyn turned around, letting the shawl drop from her shoulders and onto the floor. Her hands rested on his chest, her breathing slow and heavy. "I miss the freedom," she said under her breath. Aragorn leaned down and took her mouth in his, kissing her deep and long. Then he pulled away, taking her hand and leading her from the room. "Where are we going?" she asked, her cheeks flushed.

Aragorn turned back to her without stopping and smiled. "I have a gift for you."

Eowyn laughed and followed him through the hallways of the royal chambers to the room just blow their bedroom, where for months white sheets of fabric had hung, hiding all the views of the empty stone space. Aragorn turned and kissed Eowyn again, this time quickly, just a brush on the lips. He turned, never dropping her hand, to the fabric and ripped it free so it fluttered in the wind. He stepped through the opening, looking back at Eowyn and leading her into the space.

The first thing Eowyn saw when she stepped through the opening was the soft green grass. She felt her heart start to race and when she looked up her breath went out of her lungs. She stopped, dropping Aragorn's hand and looking around in awe. All around her was a garden, a small wood lined the back of the courtyard and a large fountain splashed blue water. Flowers bloomed everywhere she looked, and the evening sun came pouring down on them over the white stone walls.

Aragorn walked out into the middle of the garden, kicked off his shoes, then turned back to Eowyn. Eowyn laughed and took off her shoes as well, feeling the soft grass under her feet. She walked slowly to where Aragorn stood smiling like a giddy child. She took Aragorn's face in both her hands then pulled him down, kissing him. Her hands moved and she wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands roamed over her back. When their lips parted she touched their foreheads together. "Thank you," she whispered. "It's so beautiful."

Aragorn smiled, pulling her body to his. "As are you," he said, kissing her again.

Eowyn's hands went to the hem on his shirt and slipped under the fabric, running her hands over his skin. Breathing hard, she pulled the shirt up and over his head. She stood, looking at him for a moment before Aragorn's hands came to her face, brushing away the stray hairs. He stood looking at the blue of her eyes, marveling at her beauty. He leaned down to brush their lips together, then in a burst of passion their hands began to roam. Aragorn's at the strings of Eowyn's shirt, Eowyn's undoing his pants.

Within seconds, they stood before each other completely bare. Skin pressed against skin in the open air. Aragorn lay down into the soft grass, pulling Eowyn down with him so she lay half beside and half on top of him. Her hands pressed into the grass on either side of his head, and her lips worked from his mouth to his neck and then down his chest.

When she reached his waist Aragorn sat up and pulled her face up to his kips. He ran his hands into her hair and kissed her and he flipped them over. Eowyn's back arched as Aragorn took his turn working over her body. His hands ran over her thighs then slipped up, dragging over her skin and feeling the wetness at the center. A smile crept over his face as he lifted his eyes from her breasts to look at her as she gasped at the movement of his fingers. She snaked her arms around his neck, pulling herself up off the ground and pressing her face into his neck as she gasped for air. Aragorn ran his free hand over her back then lifted his face to kiss her once more, before dragging his mouth all the way down her body to take the spot where his hand had been.

Eowyn lay in the cool grass, heat radiating off her as she stared up at the blue sky above her, unable to think about anything but the feeling of Aragorn. Just as she felt herself coming to her climax. Aragorn moved again, this time slipping inside her. Eowyn gasped as he thrust into her, hard at first then slower. She gasped, running her hands over his back, holding on and then pressing him closer and deeper. Aragorn slowed down to a complete stop and just looked at Eowyn, where she lay her hair spread around her, golden on the green of the grass. Her eyes slid open and she smiled at him, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed. He bent his head and brushed their lips then came inside her before crumpling on top of her.

Eowyn ran her hands over his hair, breathing hard, their chests pressed together. Aragorn rolled to the side, pulling Eowyn with him so their contact never ended. They laid there together, breathing the same night air like they had so many times before. The love between them never wavering even after so much time.