Title & Chapter Number: An Unexpected Love 7-8/26
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 7 – The Confrontation
There she stood, tall and proud, like a statue. Éowyn, Lady of Rohan. In the dark around her she was like a star, shining with her golden hair waving about her. Four days had passed since last he had seen her. Four long days. He had been asking about her, always receiving answers like, “The Lady is busy with preparations for the Muster,” or, “She is discussing important matters with Lord Éomer.” Why was she avoiding him? It was only thanks to her that he was on his feet again for two days now. Why had she not been to him to point this out to him? To use himself as evidence for her healing skills? Had he been so repulsive in her eyes last time they had been alone together? No, that could not be. He knew of his impact on women.
His thoughts were ever centred on her; he tried everything to think of other things but her. His comrades were surrounding him, speaking of those who had fallen in the battle and of their desire to go back home, to Lórien. But Haldir would not, could not leave the Riddermark like this. Something was keeping him here, and deep down inside of him he began to understand what it was. But outwardly he talked of alliances and friends in danger. He was informed of everything that went on beyond the doors of his room.
The King had returned the one day after Aragorn had departed. Then a messenger had come from Minas Tirith bearing the Arrow of War. He had asked, nay, almost begged Théoden to aid those still holding the western shore of Anduin. The Muster of Rohan had taken place earlier this day; the troops were to set out tomorrow morning. Haldir, after yet another long conversation with his comrades, had asked Éomer for horses so that the remains of the elven warriors could join the host of Rohan. He would not forsake his friend, Legolas, like this. If his path led him to Gondor, pray that he had reached it safely; Haldir would go there, too.
Éomer had told him that he first needed to discuss the matter with his sister. She had been his healer after all. An hour ago Haldir had seen the two siblings together. So he would be able to get an answer from Éomer. But not now, not while his eyes were upon her, who was like the sun in the darkness filling his heart with warmth.
He felt a hand touch his shoulder lightly. “Can we talk?” the King’s nephew asked. Almost against his will Haldir turned to face the other. Éomer beckoned him to follow and led the elf into a small room that obviously served as an office these days.
Éomer had apparently seen Haldir’s gaze upon his sister because he said; “She is very fragile, even though it doesn’t seem to be so. I will kill anyone who should ever hurt her, I was very close to challenging Aragorn,” he added. Why was he telling Haldir these things? As if he would ever be able to touch her heart. Not him. Éomer continued, now coming to the point he needed to discuss. “I have the answer you are waiting for, but I’m afraid that you will not like it. Éowyn asked me not to give you horses.” He stopped the elf who had been about to reply something with a raised hand,” unless you will leave for Lórien. She said that your wounds had been grave; you barely survived. You’re not fit for another battle.” Anger flared in Haldir’s eyes, but he did not say anything except for, “I see.” Then he turned and left Éomer behind.
‘How dare she?’ This time no lies would shield her from him. She had gone too far. The confrontation was unavoidable. She was no longer outside. ‘In her chamber then.’ How often had he passed her doors in the last days, longing to see her? But now as he found her door locked no longing made him enter, but rage. He had not stopped to know and thus found Éowyn rather surprised. What he saw made his heart miss a beat.
Éowyn was trying to hide a hauberk and a sword in a chest. But unfortunately she hadn’t been fast enough, Haldir had seen, there was no doubt about it. And sure enough as he closed the door behind him he said with hostility in his voice, “So you are going into battle.” A statement, not a question. She straightened herself and turned around to face him. “What do you want of me?” her eyes glaring at him. Only for the short moment before he spoke again did she see him in all his glory. In the garment of his people, that he had worn under his armour in the battle. His hair falling about his shoulders. The longing to feel his arms around her was becoming harder and harder to fight.
“Oh, I believe you know that very well indeed, my healer.” Loathing, he loathed her. She had only thought of his safety when she spoke with her brother, and of her sanity. Those four days had been hell for her. Her heart still grieved the loss of Aragorn, but her body was craving for the elf. Ever since she had seen him in the bath, since she had fled from his room she had felt it. But she refused to give into something that would only be physical; her soul was still with another. And who knew if he wouldn’t turn her down anyway?
Haldir continued, “But right now I am asking myself if I should not find your brother and inform him of what I have just seen here. And do not try to tell me that the armour is not meant for you!” An evil smile appeared on his face, “Of course if you tell Éomer that you have been mistaken in your previous judgement...” Blackmail, this was nothing more than blackmail! ‘So this is who you really are, there is nothing fair about you at all.’ Éowyn’s head was spinning, unable to believe it.
“How dare you threaten me? I’m not one of your elven women who will do what you say at the mere flick of your finger. Don’t forget who I am.” No one would ever succeed in blackmailing her, Éowyn of Rohan. No one, least of all him. She couldn’t understand herself anymore. She had longed for this, for this creature that didn’t even recoil from blackmail.
Quickly Haldir closed in on her, making her retreat a few steps until she hit the wall. She was cornered, like some deer he was hunting. ‘There is no way out now, not unless you do as I say.’ Her proud eyes held his stare; she was not to give in easily. ‘Even better.’ Their bodies were almost touching and Haldir placed an arm on either side of her denying her any way of escaping him.
“What do you think my brother would do to you, standing in his sister’s bedroom, with her screaming?” Éowyn glared at him, fury in her eyes. Haldir’s answer was hardly more than a whisper. “Nothing compared to what he would do to you if he knew what you are planning to do,” he snarled. “He would not believe you. Leave my room, or I’ll scream! And as for the horses you asked for, you should pray that I tell no one of this. Or you might find yourself our prisoner very soon.”
Who did she think she was, ordering him about? She had already done it too often; he would not tolerate it one more time. “I think not. Neither of the two things will come to pass.” Before Éowyn could say anything, Haldir had covered her mouth with his hand. Her eyes widened in terror. What was he about to do? Take her be force? This fear gave her the power to move her petrified body again. No longer caring about the wounds she had tended she hit the elf.
The attack had come as a surprise and Haldir needed both his hands to fend her off. He gripped both her hands and forced them behind her back. Her eyes shot sparks at him and she screamed, “You are unworthy of calling yourself an elf, you arrogant, self-absorbed...” She was stopped by Haldir’s mouth suddenly covering hers.
He had seen the terror in her eyes, caused by him. Had almost retreated from her room. But then she had attacked him; no other woman had ever dared to do that. And something deep down inside of his sprang to life, soared up inside of him, made his blood run faster through his veins. He hardly realized taking hold of her hands; he only saw her face, her eyes, her noble features, her sensual lips. His mind went blank and his heart took control of him. No matter what happened, he would have this one kiss, this one thing he had been longing for. And if the world fell to pieces around him, all that mattered now were her lips upon his.
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Chapter 8 – Meleth nín
Translation of Elvish: Meleth nín - my love.
Haldir still held her hands in one of his; the other was touching her cheek, which suddenly burned as if on fire. His fingers trailed her cheekbones; her soft earlobes and finally he buried his hand in her golden hair, pressing her head even closer to him. How he had longed for this, and how he had denied this desire to himself. But all that held no meaning anymore. She was here, finally in his arms.
Éowyn was too shocked to put up any defence. The sensation of the elf’s lips on hers was almost unbearable. Unable to stop herself she opened her mouth a bit, an inviting gesture, she knew. She could feel the tip of his tongue trailing her inner lip. Then he entered the moist cave of her mouth completely, seeking out her tongue. She abandoned all thoughts of resistance and gave herself up completely. The anger she had felt just a minute ago was replaced by a feeling she had not had for a long time – desire. She longed for this kiss to endure, longed to feel his fingers on her skin. Finally the thing she had pictured in her dreams for the last few nights had become reality. She moaned into Haldir’s mouth, wanted to scream out her desire and confusion. He let go off her hands and she threw them around his neck. Fingers playing with silver hair, feeling the soft skin underneath. Her mind voiced warnings, but her heart just screamed, ‘Yes!’
When Haldir finally broke the kiss, both of them were panting. He drew away, forcing her arms from his neck. He looked into her eyes, these cold eyes that had haunted him in his dreams. Now he feared what he might read in them. But now there was no cold in them anymore, only confusion and, yes, aching desire. So it had been no mistake, he was not alone with these feelings. He took her face in both his hands, caressing her soft skin. Slowly he leaned down to her again. This time the kiss was gentler. Éowyn’s arms closed around the neck of the elf once again, pulling him yet closer to her. She moaned with pleasure when their lips parted again. Looking up into those deep blue eyes she saw the same longing she felt. Why had she not seen it before? Why had she been so beastly to him? The answer was simple – Aragorn! She had been obsessed with the ranger, blinded by what she had mistaken for love. Only now did she realize what her heart really felt.
Haldir still tried to ignore the meaning of what was happening. Telling himself that it was just something physical, that it was not the one thing he had been missing all of his life. But it was obvious, there was no way of denying it ... he loved her. A human, how could this have happened to him? Why could it not be an Elvish maiden, why her? She would die; just the thought of it tormented his soul. But there was no way of hiding it anymore. He was destined to be with her. Destiny had led him to Helm’s Deep, destiny had kept him alive. She was the only one who ever argued with him in such a manner, forced him to do things against his will, and he loved her for it.
“Éowyn,” he whispered. Never had she been more beautiful than she was now. Her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, eyes fixed upon him. And the light that seemed to come from within her. She was bathed in it, the blue of her eyes almost silver with it.
She could do nothing but stare at him. The proud elven warrior before her. Beauty beyond comprehension. What had she ever seen in him that was not perfect? Her heart beat so fast that she feared it might explode. She needed to feel his touch on her skin, even if it was only for this one night, she couldn’t fight it any longer. “Haldir,” her voice was thick with emotion.
In one swift movement he lifted her off the ground as if she weighed little more than a feather. Once again she reached up, pulling his head down to meet hers. The kiss only ended when Haldir laid her down on her bed. His beautiful face a mask of desire. She longed to see him again, the way he had been last time she had been with him. When she had run from her feelings. Her trembling fingers moved to the laces of his tunic, opening them with difficulty, revealing the perfect chest of the elf. The wound in his side was no more than a scar by now, and for a moment she marvelled at the elf’s healing speed. Then she leaned towards him, kissing every inch of his silken skin. Haldir’s hands stroked her hair, the golden hair that reminded him so much of that of an elf. When her lips found one of his nipples he moaned with pleasure. His arms closed around her, drawing her into a tight embrace.
He longed for her, his body craved for her. Slowly his fingers were undoing the buttons of her dress. She locked up at him, the fire she felt building up in her body mirrored by the fire in his eyes. Slowly he pulled her dress off her body. She did not have the perfect beauty of an elf, but to him she was like a cold winter-sun, pale and wonderful. He revealed her small round breasts and the soft flesh of her belly. Her eyes staring up at him, wanting him to touch her. He leaned down to kiss the delicate skin of her neck, moving down to her breasts, his tongue finding her nipple. She moaned deeply when his teeth closed around it, throwing her head backwards, sinking into the pillows. She could feel his arousal through the fabric of his leggings against her thigh. Following an urge within her she reached one hand down to stroke it. She heard Haldir moan against her chest, finally begging her to stop. “So elves know this problem as well?“ she asked teasingly with a wicked smile upon her face.
Haldir smiled, yes, she was really and truly the one for him. Only she could tease him in this situation. He raised himself, pulling her up with him. They both disposed of the rest of their clothing and soon stood naked. “By the Valar, you are beautiful,” the elf whispered hoarsely, eyes wandering over her body greedily. Éowyn smiled weakly, still unable to believe that this was not yet another dream, not another trick her mind played on her.
She longed to feel him inside of her, be as close to him as possible. “Love me,” she whispered. He could hear desperation in her voice, one of her hands once again forming a fist, hitting his chest. “Show me the love of the Guardian of Lórien.” A voice laden with emotion, her body aching to be with him, to feel him. He reached out, pulling her back into his arms, kissing her brow, her cheeks and finally her lips. Her tongue entered his mouth, and, finding his own, battled with it. No, this was no dream; it was real. She cried with joy, clinging on to him.
He could feel her sobs and broke the kiss. His eyes close to despair, “What...“ stopped by her fingers upon his lips. “This is really happening, isn’t it? You aren’t just a dream of mine are you?” He smiled down at her, pulling her yet closer to his body. “How can you doubt it, can you not feel me?” She looked down at the elf’s arousal and grinned, “Well, not really.” Before he could reply she covered his lips with hers again. Slowly she moved backwards to her bed, pulling him with her.
Haldir lay on top of her soft body, resting his weight on one elbow. With the other hand he explored her body as he had done it in his dreams so often already. Éowyn’s fingers stroked the skin of his chest, feeling his muscles. “I longed to do this when bathing you. I thought I had gone mad,” she whispered half laughing, half crying. Haldir stared at her. “And I wanted to feel your hands upon my skin. I could hardly stop myself from reaching out for you.” Another kiss, gentle and longing.
His hand was like fire; wherever he touched her skin was burning. But it was not enough to feel his touch upon her; she was craving to unite with him. “Haldir,” she whispered, her voice almost failing her. “Please,” her hand had reached down and touched his aroused member once again. He could see the desire in her eyes, and even though he still longed to explore her wonderful body, he could see that she could wait no longer. Tears of frustration were appearing in her eyes. She needed to feel him as close as he could get. Needed him to erase the past from her mind, fill her with new memories.
Slowly he entered her body, eyes never leaving hers. The feeling of him inside of her made her weep with joy. Too long had she lived without this feeling. He began to move in and out of her, his free hand caressing her face, letting her golden hair glide through his fingers. She moved her hips with him, their rhythm echoed by their heartbeats. She clung on to him, their movements becoming faster and faster. His hand moved from her face down to her sensitive nipple, she was almost torn by the two sensations she felt. The fire in her was growing stronger and stronger, she felt herself burn from within. With every thrust both were coming closer and closer to the edge. Harder and deeper he drove into her soft flesh, not thinking of his own pleasure; only of the delight he caused her.
They reached the climax together, sent each other into rapture; Éowyn bit Haldir’s shoulder for fear of screaming into the night. With one last thrust, the elf filled her with the evidence of his desire, then he collapsed on the woman’s chest. She held him, one hand resting on his head, the other on his back. She felt the scar of the terrible wound. When she had seen it for the first time, she had been sure he would die. But no, he was here, with her. He was with her at last, so close. She could feel his hot skin upon hers, his arms around her. Slowly he raised his head again, looking up into her eyes. His lips found hers; this was how it was meant to be. He rolled himself to her side, pulling her with him until she lay in his arms, her hand resting on his strong chest. Never before had he felt anything like this. He had had lovers, and many too. But only now did he feel whole. Only now did he fully understand the people around him who had been telling him that until he found the one who was destined for him, he would not be complete. He smiled down at her, her hair spread over his chest, mingling with his own silvery hair. Her breathing told him that she had fallen asleep. He pulled her even closer, locking her in his embrace. His check rested on her head.
He watched over her, felt the warmth of her breath on his own skin, the movement of her chest. Her sweet face, eyes now closed. She was the one; no one else could ever take her place in his heart. How he had fought his own feelings, now he could not even find one reason for doing so. She was everything he had ever longed for, she was not like most of the elven maidens of Lórien who saw the powerful Chief Guardian in him and would do everything at his bidding. No, she was just as proud and wilful as he was. She was his equal, in every way but one. No, he would not think of this, not now.
He knew that he could never stop her from leaving Rohan behind her, going into battle. But now he would be with her, willing to sacrifice himself for her. These thoughts almost overwhelmed him. A life without her had no meaning anymore; she was his life.
She was awake, but kept her eyes closed. She could her his heartbeat, echoed by her own. His strong arms around her, she had never felt this safe. But then she heard his voice, “Meleth nín, my life, my love...” Suddenly she was wide-awake, forcing herself free, sitting upright. Her eyes were wide with terror. “My love” he had called her. No, this could not be.
Words she had heard in the past came back to her. Gandalf’s words, another of his lectures on the ways of the elves. ‘When elves choose a companion they do it for life. Most of them only love once, and when their loved one dies, they fade away. Even the strongest of them. The greater the love was, the stronger is the urge to give in to the fading. They seek out the sweet embrace of death.’ No, this could not be Haldir’s fate. Not because of her.
She looked down into his puzzled eyes and said with a breaking voice, “No, no. It was a mistake, a grave mistake, Haldir. Leave, leave me.” She got up from the bed and wrapped a sleeping fur around her. The candle had gone out, and she almost stumbled before she reached the window, staring out into the dark. “Go!”
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