Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: changeling@planetx.org

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: Legolas/Aragorn/Eomer

Summary: The trio has a limited time together before Aragorn and Legolas have to leave.  Much smut ensues as well as an unexpected dilemma for Eomer. 

Archive: Library of Moria

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: light BDSM, some fluff, some angst. 

Disclaimer: The author does not own the characters, they are the property of J. R.R. Tolkien and his estate.

Author´s Notes: I'm still following the movieverse, but since RotK hasn´t come out yet, I´m making a few wild guesses based on some fan discussions as to what PJ will modify from the book.  The events may be a bit skewed either way, so don´t flame me about it. 
Posted April, 2003

Two hours later, Eomer´s internal clock signaled him that it was time to rise. He groaned and blearily opened his eyes. He hadn´t received nearly enough rest, but it was better than none at all. He noticed that the other occupants of the bed were still slumbering. 

Eomer turned his head and gently looked at Legolas, drinking in the sight of his perfect skin. The sapphire eyes were dreamily gazing off into the distance. 

Eomer had been disquieted when he had first seen Legolas fall into reverie, but he now found it strangely charming.  Eomer turned his head back to look at Aragorn´s sleeping face, loving how peaceful and content his lover looked in slumber. He lightly caressed the thick stubble covering Aragorn´s cheeks. 

Aragorn was still facing him, arms curled around him in a protective embrace. His comforting scent tickled Eomer´s nose. 

Eomer felt a wave of contentment wash over him. He had fallen asleep in Aragorn´s arms their first night together, and he missed the complete feeling of security he had while he was in the bigger man´s embrace. 

Eomer traced his fingers down Aragorn´s neck and over the skin of his lover´s large arms, familiarizing himself with every curve and scar. He continued his path upward, gently tangling his fingers in the light fur on Aragorn´s chest. 

He sighed. He felt curiously euphoric and blissful at this moment. He was suddenly seized by an ardent desire to while the rest of the day away just merely resting in Aragorn´s arms. 

This disturbed Eomer, since up until this point, he had only experienced brief liaisons completely free of emotional commitment. And with the war occurring, he could not let himself indulge in much more than physical delights. Entanglements would only blunt his fine warrior´s edge. 

Not wanting to ponder this line of thought any further, he decided that it was time for him to rise. He kissed Aragorn´s eyelids lightly before he attempted to carefully unwind himself from his lover´s protective embrace. 

Aragorn pulled Eomer closer and opened his eyes. "Good morning, melme," he said. There was no trace of sleepiness in his voice. 

Eomer felt Legolas stir behind him, and felt the back of his neck being nuzzled. "Good morning, melethron," he whispered against Eomer´s skin. 

Aragorn pressed his lips against Eomer´s tenderly. "You still look a bit worn," he remarked, studying the lines in his lover´s face. 

Eomer yawned and said, "The nap barely took the edge off of my weariness. I hope my brain will be clear enough to participate in the conference." 

Aragorn replied, "Go to your room, and have the servants bring you some hot water. I have some tea that will help." 

Eomer attempted to get out of the bed, but two sets of hands began to caress his naked skin. "I will never be able to fit into my breeches if the two of you continue teasing me," he grumbled, half tumbling onto the floor as his legs tangled in the sheets. 

"Perhaps you would prefer that we throw you bodily out of the bed?"  Legolas asked with a smirk. 

"Valar save me from elves and their merry tongues. It is too early in the morn for such levity," Eomer said as he smacked Legolas lightly on his firm rump. 

Legolas said cheekily, "Only my lord has permission to touch me so."  He suddenly let out a small squeal as Aragorn pinched his buttocks. 

"You are far too rambunctious in the morning, seldo. I will have to punish you later," Aragorn said threatingly. He smirked when Legolas´ golden head meekly lowered in response to his castigation. 

Eomer had finally manage to stand up and slip on his breeches. As he was lacing them up, Aragorn gestured towards the door. "Be off, Eomer. I will meet up with you after I deal with this mischievous one." 

Eomer suppressed a chuckle as he saw an eager glint appear in Legolas´ eyes. 

"All right. But do not take overly long," he replied. 

Eomer picked up the remnants of his tunic and quietly slipped out of Aragorn´s chambers. The servants had started to stir, but he avoided them easily enough. 

He slipped quickly back to his room and pulled off his breeches. He ruefully examined his tunic and decided that it wasn´t salvageable. Shaking his head, he tossed it onto the floor along with his breeches before he climbed into his bed. 

A short while later, a servant girl came in with his breakfast and Eomer had her remove his tunic from the room, making the excuse that he had torn it when it got caught on a nail. He asked for some hot water and a cup, and did his morning ablutions as he was waiting for her to return. He found a fresh tunic, and he put it on after he slipped back into his breeches. 

After about twenty minutes, the girl dutifully came back with a small kettle and a wooden trivet. She placed the trivet on one of the small tables by Eomer´s bed. 

"Do you need anything else, my lord?"  she asked. 

"No thank you. You may leave," Eomer replied. She respectfully curtsied and left. A handful of moments passed by before he heard a soft tap on his door. 

"Come in," he answered. 

Aragorn entered, fully dressed. Eomer felt his heart pound, even though he had just been with his lover mere moments ago. Smiling mischievously, Aragorn closed the door, walked over to the bed, and thoroughly kissed Eomer, stealing his breath away. 

A small cry escaped Eomer´s throat as he felt himself melting into the caress of Aragorn´s hot tongue. He joyfully tangled his own tongue with his lover´s, exploring Aragorn´s mouth. He felt himself drowning in the kiss, merging with Aragorn through his lips. When Aragorn finally parted from him with a light nip to his lower lip, he felt an overwhelming sense of loss. 

"My hunger for you is boundless," Aragorn said huskily. "But unfortunately, I cannot tarry here." 

He reached over to grab the kettle and poured some of the hot water into a cup. Aragorn then reached into his coat, and produced a packet. He paused to open the paper carefully before he sprinkled the contents into the steaming water. 

He said, "Let it steep for a while and then drink it. You may want to sweeten it with honey, as this tea is quite bitter. You should feel the tiredness abate at least until after the conference." 

Aragorn then looked longingly at Eomer. "I should be getting back to my room," he said regretfully. 

Eomer kissed him again, sending a thrill through his entire body. "Until the conference, Aragorn," he said gently. 

"Until the conference, Eomer." 

Aragorn disappeared swiftly, no sound betraying his passage. Eomer sighed, and reached for the cup. 

The tea was not as bitter as he thought it would be. He was touched that Aragorn paid him a visit, however brief, and wished that they could steal away again. He sighed, putting his idle thoughts to rest and concentrating on the tea instead. The tiredness left his muscles as he sipped, and he felt much more refreshed after he finished his drink. 

Feeling awake, he donned his armor and walked down to King Theoden´s throne room. Gandalf, Legolas, Gimli, Aragorn, and Eowyn were already waiting. Eomer smiled as he noticed that his sister, ever the pragmatist, had opted to not wear her formal gowns. Instead, she donned the simple clothes she had brought with her to Helm´s Deep, and had strapped her sword on. 

He sat down, and his gaze briefly rested on Aragorn, fascinated by the play of light on his unruly hair, his eyes straying towards the lips that had kissed him savagely last night. He felt himself aching inside again, and it took all of his discipline to wall off his emotions and stay calm and collected. 

Fortunately, King Theoden began to speak at that moment. 

"I have received an urgent request from Gondor. They are being invaded by the dark forces, and require our help," his uncle stated. "Eomer, we need every able-bodied warrior in Rohan available, and I myself will be joining you. We are bound by the Oath of Eorl to assist, and we must do so to the utmost of our ability." 

"My lord," Eomer replied, "we are sorely underpowered. Many soldiers were depleted at Helm´s Deep. Surely we cannot hope to win." 

Gandalf suggested, "There is a way to gather more help. Aragorn is the last of the Numenor. He must travel the Paths of the Dead and call on the cursed men of the White Mountains." 

Eomer felt his heart sink at Gandalf´s words, but he remained as calm as he could. 

Aragorn replied, "Very well, but Legolas and Gimli must ride with me. We have traveled together for many moons, and do not wish to be separated now. "

Theoden and Gandalf nodded in assent. 

"My lord," Eowyn interjected, "let me ride out with you. You will need my skills at Gondor." 

"Nay, Eowyn. I need you here," Theoden replied. 

Her eyes flashed fire. "I can fight just as well as any of these men. Why are you holding me back?!"  she said angrily. 

"Eowyn, your duty is to your people," Theoden said calmly. 

"And I can serve them by either going to Gondor or the Paths of the Dead. If I do not, Middle Earth will fall, and what use will I be then?" 

"I forbid it, Eowyn!"  Theoden growled. "Do not speak of this foolishness any further!" 

Eowyn glared at him hotly before she spun on her heel and left. Eomer started to follow her, but Aragorn stopped him. "Let her go, she needs some time to herself," he said. 

Eomer nodded. The group outlined the rest of their plans. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli would leave at dawn, the day after tomorrow; Eomer would meanwhile co-ordinate the summoning of every fighting man available in Rohan. 

As they left the hall, Aragorn brushed close to Eomer and whispered, "Meet me in my quarters when you are able to, little one." 

Eomer kept his expression neutral, but felt his heart leaping. However, much as he wanted to lose himself in Aragorn´s arms, he still had business to attend to. He met with a couple of his lieutenants and discussed the preparations they needed to make before riding out to Gondor. He carefully inspected the horses and their arms, making sure that they were well supplied and fit for the upcoming battle. 

Once he was satisfied, Eomer walked over to the guest quarters. He had reached the hallway leading to Aragorn´s room when Eowyn rushed up to him. 

"A word with you in private, brother," she said tersely. She looked particularly distressed, and Eomer could not deny her comfort. He nodded. 

Eowyn gestured over to her room and they walked over in silence. Eomer could feel the tension radiating off her body. 

After they entered her chambers, she shut the door behind them and bolted it. She said grimly, "I fear that Lord Aragorn will be lost forever if he travels the Paths of the Dead. He will need my help...Can you not persuade Theoden King to reconsider?" 

Eomer shook his head and replied, "Sister, we are warriors, why does his decision distress you so? I trust Gandalf´s counsel." 

"But if he is wrong..." she said hesitantly. She bit her lip. "Oh Eomer, death by orcs is at least a known factor. The uncertainty of Lord Aragorn´s fate at the hands of the Dead causes me despair."  She wrapped her arms protectively about herself. "It wounds my heart because I love him," she said quietly. 

Eomer gasped in shock and he felt a knot form in his stomach. "You cannot mean this!" 

"Aye, I do. Once I set eyes on him." 

Eomer cursed that his need for discretion had created this problem. He tried for some semblance of sanity. "Eowyn, you were still distressed over Theodred´s death. Do not be so hasty in transferring your affections." 

"And I would prefer that you not play the role of my protector. I am a grown woman, Eomer," she said as she glared at him hotly. "Besides, what would you know of love, brother? I have long wearied of your string of dalliances with whichever pretty man happened to catch your eye." 

Eowyn´s words cut Eomer to the quick. "That was uncalled for," he growled. "However, I will warn you again that Lord Aragorn does not return your affections." 

"Are you jealous, Eomer? On the journey to Helm´s Deep, he looked at me longingly."  Her voice became more forceful as she said, "Nay, I know he returns my affections, and I will tell him of my feelings." 

Eomer felt an irrational stab of jealousy and rage. "This is folly, sister. He does not love you."  He reached over to grab her shoulder. 

She threw Eomer´s arm off, eyes flashing. "And do not dictate to me!"  she yelled. She thrust her face mere inches from his and suddenly her eyes went wide. "You´ve been with him," she said tightly, backing away. "His scent is on you."  She turned her back to him, hugging herself again. 

"Eowyn..." Eomer said, reaching out to gently touch her shoulder. 

"Curse you!"  she screamed. She spun backwards swiftly, her fist aimed at his temple. She moved too fast for Eomer to defend himself, and his head snapped sideways as the blow connected, colliding with the dresser behind him. He sagged unconscious to the ground. Eowyn stalked out angrily, her footsteps taking her to the stables. 

Aragorn was wandering through the hallway when he heard a loud thump. Curious, he paused, withdrawing into the shadows. He soon saw Eowyn flinging open the door to her room, her face contorted in fury. He waited until she left before he cautiously approached her chambers, keeping his senses alert. 

As crept down the hallway, he heard a man breathing shallowly. Worried, he hastened through the open door, alarmed when he saw Eomer´s still form on the ground. 

He rushed to Eomer and checked him for damage. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his lover was not concussed. Eomer would have a bad bruise, there were no signs of more serious injuries. 

Aragorn hastened back to his room for his pack. When he returned, he shut Eowyn´s door behind him. Cradling Eomer in his arms, he applied an arnica ointment to the bruise. He then reached into his pack for a small bottle containing an elixir of lavender and rosemary oil. He opened it and held it under Eomer´s nose. 

His eyes eventually fluttered open. "She knows that we´re lovers," he croaked. 

"I was afraid of that," Aragorn said softly. 

Eomer sat up groggily. "I do not blame her for striking me. Theodred´s death and the decline of Rohan has been quite hard on her. She has not been thinking rationally since then." 

Eomer looked deep into Aragorn´s eyes. "Aragorn," he said quietly, "Do you love her?" 

Aragorn looked startled. "I have great affection and sympathy for the Lady Eowyn, but I do not love her. My heart has been well claimed." 

Eomer´s eyes lowered. He knew Legolas had Aragorn´s love. For some reason, that fact pained him now. "I see," he replied, his voice almost inaudible. He tried to turn his face away. 

Aragorn cupped Eomer´s face and held it gently. "Eomer, what troubles you?"  he asked. Aragorn´s cobalt eyes drilled into him, making him feel weak inside. 

"Nothing," Eomer said softly, feeling ill at ease. He could not let himself feel so vulnerable around Aragorn, and he needed a distraction. "I need to find my sister before she does something foolhardy," he said as he struggled to his feet. 

Aragorn said gently, "Do you require assistance?" 

Eomer shook his head. "Nay. This is a matter for the two of us to settle betwixt ourselves."  He hurried to the stables and saddled his horse. 

He checked a few of the taverns first, as well as the immediate surrounding area. Failing to locate her, he decided to try one more place. 

He rode out to a secluded cave in the hills several miles away from Edoras. It was a spot that they had discovered as children, and they had kept it as a secret between the two of them. 

He dismounted outside of the cave´s entrance and tentatively approached it. As Eomer drew near, he heard the familiar swoosh of a sword. He continued his slow walk, gradually creeping down the passage until it opened out into a broad, relatively flat area. Eowyn was whirling around in the center, practicing intensely. Her face was covered by a sheen of sweat. 

She suddenly stopped. "I know you´re here, Eomer," she said angrily, lowering her sword. "How dare you blacken my sight with your presence." 

"I wish to talk, Eowyn. I did not mean to hurt you." 

"Did you think about that when you bedded Aragorn?" 

Eomer ground out, "I did not know that you were attracted to him. I had no contact with you until the night after the attack at Helm´s Deep." 

Eowyn glared at him hotly. She said, "I will accept that. But I now ask that you cease your dalliance with him." 

"Nay." 

Her nostrils flared and she asked, "What have I done to deserve such ill treatment from my own brother?" 

"You have done nothing, Eowyn." 

"Then why will you not release him? He leaves in less than two days, Eomer. Would you deny me the chance at one last bit of happiness?" 

Eomer cursed. His sister and he were too much alike, and he knew that she would pursue Aragorn to the far ends of the earth unless she heard otherwise from Eomer´s lips. And he had made a vow to her long ago that he would never lie to her when she asked him a direct question. 

"Well? I am waiting, brother." 

Eomer hesitated. He was extremely confused at this point. If he allowed Eowyn to confront Aragorn, she would probably do something to endanger herself when he rejected her. 

If he confessed that Aragorn was in love with Legolas, she would still probe him until she discovered how he had acquired this information. 

He briefly thought of a third option, but he began to feel the barrier around his heart straining, so he dismissed it. 

He hated the unfamiliar, uncomfortable position she had him in, and his temper boiled over. "What difference does it make?"  he bit out. "You must stay here, for the sake of our people. I thought you were a warrior, Eowyn, able to put your duty over your heart." 

Faster than he could blink, she closed the distance between him and her sword was at his throat. "Leave me," she said tensely. "I will endure no more of your insults." 

He felt dejected as he rode back into Edoras. As he wandered distractedly through Meduseld, he almost collided into Legolas. Fortunately, his lover skillfully dodged out of the way at the last second. 

"And I thought dwarves were the only species that were always preoccupied with staring at the earth," his silver voice said merrily. Upon seeing Eomer´s dull eyes, the archer leaned closer and whispered, "Melethron, what troubles you?" 

Eomer sighed heavily. Legolas said gently, "Let us go to your quarters and you can unburden yourself." 

They walked quietly Eomer´s bedchambers, and as soon as the door was closed, Legolas gathered Eomer into his arms and held him. 

"Tell me what weighs so heavily on your mind," he said soothingly. 

Eomer shuddered. "I am on the horns of a great dilemma, my sweet. My sister is in love with Aragorn, and I fear that she will do something foolish because of it. She will not give up unless she is convinced that his heart truly belongs to another, and I am bound by oath to tell her the truth. 

"She is tolerant of relationships between men, but I doubt that your bond with Aragorn will meet with her approval. And I know that I must tell her everything if she asks." 

"You mentioned my bond with Aragorn. What of yours?" 

Eomer startled, "I do not feel that deeply for our lord." 

Legolas stroked Eomer´s hair. "Do not deceive yourself. I have seen how you look at him whilst we are together."  Eomer looked away, but Legolas continued, "Why are you denying your feelings?" 

"Because we are at war. Death is ever at our heels. It would not be wise to become involved." 

"Yet it would be wise to become forever bitter and curse yourself with regret for what might have been? I know what you are thinking, melethron, I am also a warrior. You should not let the fog of war keep you from your feelings. In fact, it should quicken your pace because you may never have another chance. We have come close to death multiple times, and each time, I praise the Valar that Aragorn knows of my love." 

Eomer felt the careful wall he had erected around his emotions starting to buckle. "He only loves you," he said desperately, grasping at the first flimsy explanation that he could use to shut Legolas´ soft words out. 

Legolas hugged him close. "How do you know that? Have you asked him specifically? I have known Aragorn for over sixty years, and he can be obtuse in matters of the heart." 

Not wanting to acknowledge the glimmer of hope he was feeling, Eomer stubbornly said, "I already know the answer." 

"Do you? Or are you avoiding the consequences of your own feelings?" 

Eomer snapped, "Are you implying that I am being a coward?" 

Legolas said patiently, "I see that you still are unsure. Remember that you may not see us again after we leave for the Paths of the Dead, and trust in yourself to resolve this dilemma. I know that you will do the right thing."  He kissed Eomer lightly and stole out of the room, no sound betraying his passage. 

Eomer sighed. He knew that he was being irrational, but he didn´t care. He needed to focus on defending Rohan. Trembling, he cleared his mind before he left his room. 

Eomer spent the rest of the day preparing an official summons and dispatching messengers. He only barely managed to stay focused on his tasks, his mind completely awhirl on the situation with Eowyn and Aragorn. He wandered through Meduseld, completely oblivious to where his feet were taking him. His thoughts a maelstrom of confusion. 

He could not risk anyone discovering his intimate activities. At best, it would mean exile again. Yet, if he did not say anything to Eowyn, she would jeopardize herself. 

Legolas´ words came back to him, and Eowyn´s. He felt uncertainty crushing him again, and he backed away from it. 

He looked up, and found that his steps had led him to Theodred´s abandoned chambers. Reverently, he walked in. The bed had been stripped and a lone Simbelmyne blossom had been placed in the middle of the mattress. Nothing else was touched. 

Eomer knelt on the floor, idly running his hand over the cold bedding. He recalled the last day he had see Theodred alive. 

They were out on patrol together with the Rohirrim. There were no signs of any orcish activity, so he pulled Firefoot out of formation to trot beside Brego. 

"So how fares my soon to be brother-in-law?"  he teased. 

Theodred smiled and said, "Eomer, we have only been in love for a few months." 

"Aye, but you two travel through Meduseld as if you were attached at the hip. I could not bear the weight of such a millstone, especially not one as spirited as my sister." 

"My brother, the time will come when you will realize that love is not a burden. In fact, I bless every second that we have together."  He lowered his voice and said, "And especially with Father ailing, Eowyn´s love is a point of brightness in these dark times. She has become my reason for carrying on." 

Eomer shook his head and said, "I still do not see it." 

"That is because no one has captured your heart yet. Believe me, Eomer, when it happens, you will discover that it will pain you more to hide it." 

"It will not occur, not while I am still Marshal." 

Theodred looked ruefully at him. "Then let me leave you with this thought. Sometimes the greatest challenge is not facing death head-on, but daring to become completely vulnerable and allowing another person to share your soul. For the person you love can wound you more deeply than any weapon." 

"You are not making love sound attractive, Theodred," Eomer replied. 

"Ah, but when you feel yourself come alive at the very mention of your love´s name, when you draw strength from the very fact that they exist, that is when you will bless your good fortune." 

"Perhaps..." Eomer frowned. He heard the faintest scrape nearby. "Did you hear that?"  he asked as he readied his spear. 

"Aye," Theodred said. "We will continue this conversation later, brother." 

They had been attacked by the orcs shortly after that. Eomer felt the tears spring to his eyes as the memory of Theodred being cut down brutally by an Uruk-Hai warrior returned. The last words from his lips had been Eowyn´s name. 

"Eomer?" 

Aragorn´s quiet voice pulled Eomer back to the present. Lost in grief as he was, he did not have the chance to block off his emotions. Aragorn was looking at him tenderly, his eyes vulnerable. Eomer found himself drowning in the gaze, and a warmth that was not lust suffused throughout his blood. 

Gazing into the cobalt blue depths, Eomer realized that what he feared on the day he met Aragorn in the Riddermark was not the mastery of his body, but of his heart. 

He pulled Aragorn into Theodred´s room and closed the door. Embracing him closely, he whispered, "I had not the courage to say this before, but I love you. I do not care if you only love Legolas." 

Aragorn looked confused. "Did I ever say that?" 

"In Eowyn´s room, you said your heart had been well claimed." 

Aragorn kissed a tear from Eomer´s cheek. "And it has been. By an elf and a man." 

Eomer felt his heart singing. He pressed his lips against Aragorn´s, tenderly exploring his beloved´s mouth, memorizing every texture, crevice, and taste. 

When they parted, he said breathily, "Legolas was right, I should have asked." 

Aragorn chuckled. "My fair one often knows me better than I do myself," he said. He suddenly drew Eomer closer and hissed, "I want to make our last night here memorable, little one." 

Eomer shivered at the promise in his words. "What must I do, my lord?" 

"I will give you your instructions later," Aragorn said, his eyes glinting dangerously. "I will take my leave now."  He disappeared swiftly down the corridor. 

Eomer felt the rest of the day flying by quickly now that his burdens were considerably lighter. However, he was still vaguely troubled by the unresolved situation with Eowyn. 

Her words also plagued him. While he was sure that she was mistaken about Aragorn´s longing glances, he also vaguely remembered that Aragorn was wearing a jewel in the Riddermark. Had a lady curried his favor previously? Irritated with himself, he dismissed his suspicions as products of his exhausted mind. 

Once he was done with his duties, a wave of extreme fatigue swept over him. He realized that a week of very little sleep and his recent emotional stress had finally taken its toll on him. He decided to forego dinner that night and retire early. 

He had unbuckled his sword and thrown it onto a chair in his room when he felt a hand brushing his cheek. He whirled around to strike his assailant, lowering his hand when he saw that it was Legolas. 

Legolas said softly, "Our lord has commanded that you rest tonight, so I am to service you." 

Eomer replied, "My lovely one, I have naught the strength for anything. Not even to ravish you in my sleep." 

Legolas laughed delightfully. "Not that manner of servicing. I will be putting you into bed. However, knowing of your ardor in the morning, our lord has commanded that you should not pleasure yourself until he grants you permission." 

Eomer grumbled at this new proclamation. Ignoring him, Legolas reached over and his nimble fingers swiftly unbuckled his cuirass, greaves, and vambraces. He then helped Eomer out of his armor and quickly stripped him naked. 

Legolas gently tucked the exhausted warrior into his bed. "I will insure that you wake completely refreshed," he said. He began to sing softly, the soothing notes soon lulling Eomer to sleep. 

Eomer dreamed that he was in the meadow again, but this time Legolas was wrapped around him, holding him in a loving embrace. Sweet, gentle notes drifted from his luscious mouth, calming Eomer. 

Legolas soon ended his song, continuing to cradle Eomer in his arms. He eventually released Eomer, kissing his lover gently before he rolled away. Legolas sat up into a kneeling position and began to sing again, the tinkling notes falling easily from his lips. 

As he sang each measure, a small whirlwind started forming around Eomer. It finally solidified into a swirling cloud of coruscating colors which enveloped him, gradually melding with his skin and forming a tight shell. Eomer looked down and his skin had a rainbow sheen to it. It changed colors as he moved, much like an oil slick catching the light. 

Legolas rested his hand with a touch as soft as the brush of a butterfly´s wings on Eomer´s chest. His song changed in nuance, becoming a little deeper in tone. Some of the rainbow coloring bubbled up and slid over Legolas´ hands, coating them. Legolas gradually lifted his hands, strands of the rainbow coloring still joining the two. He pulled back stretching the strands like taffy. 

Eomer tried to talk, but his tongue felt heavy. He saw the rainbow colors slowly slide up Legolas´ skin, covering him completely. 

The meadow was fading, and soon Eomer felt his consciousness returning. He opened his eyes. It was dawn, and he felt completely refreshed. He checked his hands. His skin had an odd tingle to it, but was otherwise unmarked. 

Legolas was nowhere to be found. Eomer thought that this was curious, since he usually took his leave after they had said their good mornings to each other. 

A servant had brought in breakfast for Eomer while he was asleep, and he hastily ate it before donning his armor again and leaving to go about his duties. 

He had not yet left the Golden Hall far behind him when he felt something tickling his cheek. Thinking that it was a bug, he scratched, but did not see any insects. 

The sensation returned, but this time it was the slow scrape of fingernails down the column of his neck, causing his skin to tingle. The fingers descended lower, scratching lazy circles on his chest. Suddenly, he became aware of Legolas´ presence at the edge of his consciousness. 

He was not physically apparent, but his scent surrounded Eomer, and he could feel a warm breath ghosting against his ear. He could almost feel the warm press of Legolas´ flesh. 

Eomer remembered his dream last night and cursed. Aragorn. He should have known that his lover would command Legolas to invoke a glir on him. 

He shivered as the fingers closed in, making smaller circles, swooping in on the tender peaks that capped his chest. He bit off a small groan as he felt the sensitive tips being rolled around, teasing them to firmness. Legolas´ melodious voice purred in his ear, "You´re so responsive, melethron."  He felt the whisper of silky skin pressing along his entire form. 

"Such a delicious body..." Legolas´ voice trilled. 

Eomer shifted uncomfortably, feeling the blood pool in his groin. Now he felt Legolas´ hands mapping the planes of his chest and stomach. He squirmed as the juncture of his thighs were lightly stroked, and then the sensation began at the insides of his knees, slowly caressing upward. 

Eomer frowned. He was fully aroused, and the motion of walking was causing his shaft to rub enticingly across his breeches, causing him to harden further. As he squirmed, he heard a breathy laugh. "Is there a problem, melethron?"  Legolas asked. 

He did not reply, as he had joined his lieutenants at that instant. They began to update each other on the status of yesterday´s assignments. 

Eomer bit off a moan as he felt the tender sacs underneath his hard erection being cupped. Fingernails ran along the sides of the sensitive flesh, causing him to shiver. Frustrated, he ground his teeth together and began to think of numerous methods to kill Aragorn and Legolas. 

He then felt Legolas´ hand grasping his shaft, stroking it until it swelled even harder. Eomer´s heart raced, and it took all of his skill to continue talking to his men while the firm touch rapidly brought him close to climax. Then, abruptly, it stopped, causing Eomer to growl in annoyance. 

"My Captain, is something wrong?"  his lieutenant asked. 

"Nay," Eomer said with great effort, trying to keep his voice steady. "Carry on." 

The rest of the day was interminable. Once Eomer´s nerves had stopped burning, Legolas´ hand was back, caressing and fondling him until he almost spilled in his breeches, and then the touches would stop. 

The worst teasing occurred he was speaking with his uncle. Legolas´ hand teased both the cleft of his buttocks, and the area of sensitive skin just beneath. To add to his plight, Legolas simultaneously whispered the most obscene suggestions to him with a silky purr. 

It took all of his willpower to continue concentrating, and Eomer fervently prayed that he could escape for a while and take a cold bath. 

He completed his tasks somewhat before dinner, and he retired in relief to his room. He had just stripped off his heavy armor and had asked for a bath to be drawn when Legolas´ voice breathed in his ear, "Our lord forbids it. He commands that you come to dine with us." 

Eomer bit off the extensive curse forming on his lips. Knowing that his erection needed time to die down, he grumbled and headed the long way around to the dining hall. 

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end part 2

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