Title & Chapter Number: An Unexpected Love 17-18/26
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Éowyn's Musings
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All characters are J.R.R. Tolkien's, well; I'm playing with their feelings a bit :) I'm not writing to make any profit but for writing's sake, and because I love the world of Middle-Earth.
Warnings: Angst (I guess).
Betas: Undomiel ... you're a gem :)
Cast: Haldir/Éowyn
Timeline: TTT Movieverse AU
Spoilers: Some for Books & Movies
Summary: After loosing Aragorn to Legolas a broken and angry Éowyn finds love where she least expected it...
Notes: Haldir did not die at Helm's Deep, or did you see a grave? Basically I'm following the books and the movies. However I made some "slight" alterations :) Aragorn isn't in love with Arwen but with Legolas and they are already bound. Also, Éomer wasn't exiled but went to Helm's Deep with the rest of Théoden's army.
Chapter 17 - Quarrel amongst Siblings
Haldir stared at Éomer in disbelief. His brothers, the leaders of a troop of soldiers? No, it could not be. But he had to be sure, "Did you say..." Éomer interrupted, "Yes, Rúmil and Orophin. I believe they wish to see their brother. Legolas told me," he added seeing Haldir's eyes widen in surprise. "And I believe they won't be in the best of moods when they arrive here..." his voice trailed off as his mouth widened in a satisfied smile.
Éowyn couldn't understand a thing. Haldir's brothers? To this moment she had been oblivious of the fact that her love had any siblings. And why wouldn't they be happy to see their brother again? And then understanding came over her. Haldir had almost died! At Helm's Deep they had almost lost him. And instead of returning to his home once he was fully healed he joined the Rohirrim in battle once more ... because of her. If Haldir's brothers were angry with him it was her fault.
She felt her brother ease his hold of her and slowly he let go of her completely, rising from the bed. The pale elven face made him smile to himself and with a sparkle in his eyes he questioned the one before him, "Are you quite alright? You look rather shaken, friend." The way he spoke the word 'friend' held nothing but hostility.
Éowyn was shocked, never before had she seen her brother like this. Hadn't he just said that he wouldn't stand in her way? But apparently his loathing for Haldir, the 'seducer' of his sister went deeper than she had imagined. And it was only a matter of time until Haldir would explode, wouldn't be able to hold back his anger anymore. "Éomer," she whispered, "don't." Almost pleading, but her brother ignored her.
"I think I should call a healer, we wouldn't want your brothers to think bad of the race of men. I believe they will take you home with them as soon as possible. No more adventures for you..." Haldir took a step towards the King of Rohan, "What I do or not is none of your concern, friend..." His voice betrayed the rage he felt. How could the man speak to him like this? Only the look upon Éowyn's face made him fight his anger.
"My sister says she loves you, so I think that your deeds are my business after all." Éowyn couldn't believe that this was her beloved brother speaking. The man who now stood by the side of her bed was unknown to her. She tried to catch his eyes, in vain. "Éomer, no!" Her voice was stronger, more urgent. Haldir snapped back, "Not unless she wishes for your help." This was going to end in a catastrophe. There were the two men she loved more than anything else in this world, ready to kill each other.
"Éomer, I warned you. Don't make me choose ... don't make me," tears were beginning to run down her cheeks but she didn't even notice. Her brother's head spun around, his gaze locking with hers. "Don't tell me you'd choose him. You're nothing to him, how could you? No matter how often he professes his love, it's a lie. Don't you see? He is immortal. How many have heard these words before you, I wonder? And how many will follow?" - "What about this light that you saw within me? Doesn't my happiness mean anything to you, brother?"
Haldir could not help but smile at Éowyn. He went towards the bed and stood behind his beloved. Éomer glared at him and challenged, "How many, elf? How many have called themselves your lovers? And how many will follow? Tell her, tell her who you really are!" Haldir replied calmly, almost too calmly, "I do not deny the existence of others before your sister. But none will ever follow. I love Éowyn, and if Gandalf has taught you something, then you should know that elves do not use these words lightly." He reached out and touched Éowyn's shoulder, feeling her hand creep up to hold on to it. "You warned me not to hurt her. Now I am warning you of the same..."
But the King of the Riddermark was not finished yet, "I will not allow you to have your way with her. She will not be your toy and finally be brushed aside. She will find the one who is destined for her, and will be with him." Éowyn's eyes were ablaze, "How often do I have to tell you..." - "You are not master of your own feelings right now. The news that Aragorn..."
This was the last straw for the Shield-maiden. "King Éomer, it was my destiny to be with Haldir. Not even the King of Rohan can oppose this. I believed you when you said you wouldn't stand in my path, but obviously I was mistaken to trust you. I told you that it would tear me apart to choose between my brother and my love. But I can't see my brother in the man before me anymore..." Her voice was steady and soft as she spoke these words. Her face was set.
Éomer's face fell; he hadn't expected this. "Éowyn, don't you see ... he can't love you, not like you should be loved. Not like you deserve to be loved. A man of Rohan would be able to heal all the wounds that cover your soul." - "A man of the Riddermark?" She laughed, but it was filled not with joy but bitterness. "How often did you let me see that no man of the Mark would be good enough for me? You have raised stakes that no one could ever bridge, no one. But my happiness is no longer your concern. Go back to your soldiers and order them around. For I shall not do your bidding anymore."
He was crushed, deep down inside of him he knew that he had overstepped a border he should never have breached. Éowyn had turned against him; eventually she would forgive him he knew. But right now... He turned his gaze towards the elf who was still holding on to Éowyn. "See what you're already doing to her? You revolt against her against her own people, her family."
Haldir smiled weakly, "No, my King, you gave her no choice. If this were to break her it would be your fault. And yours alone. I did not wish for this, I would never have thought that your hatred for me would turn you into such a vile being. King of Rohan, reconsider what you value more, the loathing for me or the love of your sister. If it helped her, I would gladly step aside. Rather would I be parted with her forever than see her suffering for only one moment."
And finally Éomer saw that the elf was sincere, that he indeed loved Éowyn. He remembered the words of the old wizard, 'Elves only love once...' and felt shaken to his very core. All his life had he watched over Éowyn, all his life had he tried to protect her from harm. After failing to shield her from the hurt that came to her through Aragorn, he had sworn to himself to keep her away from more grief and sorrow. But now he himself had caused her what he had tried to shelter her from. He saw her eyes filled with tears and knew that he was their cause.
His voice was shaking when he whispered, "Éowyn, forgive me ... I did not see. I thought, I thought he took advantage of you. I was a fool. Do you hear me? Dearest Éowyn, forgive me." He fell to his knees next to her, looking up at her, crestfallen. She let go of Haldir's hand and touched her brother's cheek. "Will you try to accept my decision? Or will you stand between me any the one I love."
"All I ever wanted for you was happiness. And Éowyn, if he makes you happy, truly happy, I swear to you that I will never say anything against the one you chose again. Sister, I just don't want you to go through more pain. But this path led me to causing you grief, no, I will not pursue it any longer." He looked at Haldir and nodded, "You said that a cage would be her undoing, you're right. I will set her free, free to do what she wants to. Free to be with whom she deems worthy. And if that is you..."
Haldir surprised both siblings and even himself when he walked around the bed and extended his hand to Éomer. "If you can be sure of one thing then it is this. Your sister will never lack being loved. By both you and me."
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Chapter 18 - A Peaceful Moment
Haldir held Éowyn in his arms. Finally Éomer had left and now she allowed herself to cry out all the pain she felt. The death of her uncle and the obstinacy of her brother were overwhelming her. She had almost lost Éomer. When would he ever stop seeing her as the small girl she had once been? She clung to Haldir as if her life depended upon it.
His words were echoing in her mind, 'Rather would I be parted with her forever than see her suffering for only one moment.' The knowledge of being loved this deeply made her weep with emotion. Softly she whispered, "Amin mela le, cuiamin." The elf smiled and kissed his love's brow. "Amin mela le, nín anoriel." His voice caressed her soul, touched her heart and filled it with so much love that she feared it might burst. Brushing the tears away she tilted up her head until their eyes locked.
Haldir smiled at her warmly, the smile reaching his midnight-blue eyes. "I never knew how fierce you could be, meleth nín. But to see you and your brother just now... I for one would not want to stand between you and the things you want." A low chuckle escaped Éowyn's throat, "Well, how lucky for you that you are what I want." Her eyes filled with sadness as she continued, "He's always tried to protect me, I can't even hold that against him. Ever since our parents died he's been like a father for me, or at least he tried to be. Every time Théoden or Theódred were yelling at me because I had once again done something, well, foolish, he would come to my rescue. He will need some time yet until he fully understands what is between us. But he will..."
"Hush my love, there is no need for any explanations. We finally understand each other, your brother and I, I do not think that there will be another row like this." His hands cupped Éowyn's face and he leaned down to kiss her cheeks. "Elves," she said teasingly, "what is it about you, thinking you know everything that lies within the future?" Haldir stared at her in mock-astonishment. "Well, we just do. Remember, we are the First-Born and not some lesser children of Ilúvatar." And while taking her right hand into his he added, "Do not forget that Legolas knew about us all along, and so did my Lady." Seeing Éowyn's raised eyebrow he added quickly, "Galadriel, the Lady of the Golden Wood."
The Golden Wood, Lothlórien, home of Haldir. He wanted to take her there, show her his world. "You really wish to take me there, to Lórien?" Slowly he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. "All you know of my people is from Gandalf, or Mithrandir as we call him. I want you to see the Golden Wood, Caras Galadhon, in all its beauty before it fades away forever." Sadness was in his voice, a sadness that all elves felt. They would soon leave Arda, never to return.
"Meleth nín," Éowyn whispered, "don't think of it ... the passing of your people. Gandalf, no Mithrandir," she corrected herself, seeing a sparkle in his eyes as always when she said something in his language. "Mithrandir told us that the time of the elves was coming to an end. That you would all go into the West, past the Havens." Wonder filled his eyes. "Yes, he told us much ... never did I think that I would be so glad to know all this one day." Haldir drew his love into a tight embrace. "Nín anoriel, you never cease to surprise me."
Suddenly she recalled something her brother had said. "Why does Éomer think your brothers won't be glad to see you again?" Haldir smiled weakly, "They will be, but still ... they will be furious that I risked injury after what came to pass at Helm's Deep. They do not know my reason yet, you..." Éowyn freed her hand from Haldir's grip and caressed his cheek, fingers travelling up to the sensitive tip of the elf's ear. A low moan from her lover was the result.
"Then they will hate me for making you join our troops? For loving you?" she inquired with a raised eyebrow. "Nín anoriel, no, they will love you as soon as they set eyes on you, just like me..." Éowyn's fingers were now gliding through the silvery hair of her beloved and she whispered, "If I remember correctly, you loathed me at first." His eyes were filled with warmth and love. "I thought I did, but I must have loved you even then."
Her hand had reached the strong shoulders of the Guardian and pulled him down to her. When their lips met, the kiss sent bolts of fire through their bodies. Éowyn could feel the tip of Haldir's tongue trailing her lower lip and she opened her mouth a fraction to allow him inside. Soon their tongues were intertwined, battling, caressing. The elf wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer. Deepening the kiss. At the back of his mind an urgent voice called out to him, 'But she is injured.'
He broke the kiss, panting. "Éowyn, no. Your arm is still hurt, even though you do not feel any pain currently." A seductive smile appeared on the woman's features. "Haldir, my Lord of Night and Silver, don't push me away. Not now, I need to feel your presence. I need to feel you. Meleth nín..." He could see that she was thinking hard and raised an eyebrow in question. "My Lord of Night and Silver, what is that in your tongue?" A chuckle escaped the elven throat of her lover. "My Lady seems very eager to learn ... it is nín Aran Fuin Ithildin," he added, eyes sparkling.
"Amin mela le, nín Aran Fuin Ithildin," she whispered in his ear, her voice heavy with emotion and desire. "Are you sure you want this? The last thing I want is to hurt you..." Éowyn smiled wickedly, "Since when are you so, well, modest. What happened to your arrogance? Your fabled arrogance, Legolas called it. Haughty Haldir, that's what they call you. But now..." She was stopped by Haldir's lips, covering her mouth.
"Haughty indeed ... I think I will have to teach our dearest Prince a lesson," he muttered when their lips parted. "And as for you, remember that it was you who asked for this," he added, voice laden with utmost longing. He let himself fall back on the bed, pulling Éowyn with him. His strong hands caressed her face, then travelled down to the laces holding her dress together. One more questioning glance, and he opened the fastenings.
Slowly her hand tugged at the lacings of his tuning, struggling with them but finally she was able to reveal part of her love's broad chest. She leaned down, swiftly kissing his lips, but then moving her mouth down to his collarbone and further down until she found a nipple. She could feel Haldir move under her ministrations, trying to wriggle himself free. Her teeth closed around the peak and a low moan came from the one beneath her.
"Éowyn," he whispered hoarsely, "meleth nín." Her lips had moved to the second nipple and repeated their previous actions. Her hand travelled over his chest and stomach, feeling his firm muscles beneath the silken skin. Teasingly she trailed her fingers over his navel and was rewarded by a loud moan. From somewhere a voice whispered to him, 'What if someone should enter just now?' Éowyn's merciless hand now moved further down, feeling her lover's arousal through the fabric of his leggings.
Between moans Haldir managed to say, "Wait ... the door ..." Reluctantly Éowyn stopped her sweet attacks upon her lover's body and raised herself enough for him to slide out from under her. When he turned to face her again after locking the door she was lying on the cushions as naked as she had been born. Her golden hair was falling over her shoulders and a smile played around her lips. Her right arm was reaching out for him, beckoning him to return to her.
Discarding the rest of his clothing, he willingly obeyed. Slowly he lowered himself over her soft body, careful not to touch her broken arm. "Nín anoriel, meleth nín." A soft kiss upon her brow. "Nín Aran Fuin Ithildin, amin mela le." Fingers playing in slivery hair, pulling her beloved down to meet her sensual lips. Eyes locking, midnight meeting light blue. Heartbeats echoing each other. And always the knowledge, 'This is as it is supposed to be. We are meant to be together.'
Slowly passion takes over, hands moving frantically over silken skin. Burning touches, lips meeting in endless kisses. Bodies shaking as lust gains hold of them both. Words of love whispered into the night...
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