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: BDSM, knifeplay (no blood), fluff, 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

Eomer stormed towards the dining hall, his body thrumming in frustration. He was within 10 yards of his goal when a hand suddenly snaked out of a side passage and pulled him in, slamming him back against a wall. A large, familiar, hard body pressed against him. 

Aragorn peered out at Eomer from underneath the hood of an elven cloak, his cobalt eyes piercing through him. 

"Did you enjoy Legolas teasing you, little one?"  he purred. Eomer´s eyes fluttered as Aragorn´s husky voice caressed his ears, promising the forbidden. The pulsing in his body screamed for release, but he knew that he would not get it until Aragorn granted it to him. The prospect of having to wait even longer suddenly annoyed him. 

Eomer pushed against Aragorn, dislodging him. Despite his anger, Eomer kept his voice quiet to avoid drawing attention. "Are you mad? We are preparing for war, and I cannot afford to be distracted in this manner." 

He tried to walk away, but Aragorn grabbed his arm in a steely grip. 

"I do not like your tone, little one," Aragorn said, his voice barely audible. 

"And what will you do about it? Punish me in your quarters?" 

Eomer heard Legolas suddenly laugh in his ear, confusing him. Puzzled, Eomer looked at Aragorn, who grinned at him. There was a devilish glint in Aragorn´s eyes. It was the same one that he usually crossed his face when he was planning something wicked. 

Eomer then realized what Aragorn´s intentions were. "Here? Have you completely taken leave of your senses? Someone could see us!" 

He tried to squirm free from Aragorn´s grip, but Aragorn took advantage of Eomer´s momentary surprise to pull him around and throw him face first onto the floor in the side corridor. 

Before Eomer could roll over, Legolas emerged from the shadows and pounced on him, kneeling on top of his body and pinning him down. He had been completely screened from Eomer´s notice by the elven cloak he wore, and Eomer cursed its effectiveness. 

Aragorn´s boot filled Eomer´s view from the floor. "You forget your place," he said sternly. "I see that I am going to have to teach you another lesson." 

Eomer spat out a curse, but he felt his body tingle in anticipation. 

"Remove the glir on him," Aragorn commanded. 

Legolas nodded in acknowledgment, and began to softly sing. As the lilting notes filled his ears, Eomer felt Legolas´ presence fading, flowing away from him like a gently trickling stream. 

His eyes still flashed in defiance. "I will not be taken here!"  he snarled as he thrashed against Legolas. 

Aragorn unclipped a long rope his belt and threw it over a sconce located a few feet away. He then tugged down on the shorter side until the ends were even. Satisfied, he walked over to Eomer, unlaced his struggling captive´s boots, and pulled them off. 

Aragorn looked at Legolas and nodded. The two of them hauled Eomer to his feet, easily overcoming his squirming body. They dragged him towards the dangling rope. 

"Let me go," Eomer said while he continued his futile efforts to break free. He was no match for the two of them, and Legolas eventually pressed Eomer´s back against the wall and used his lithe strength to pin Eomer´s arms above his head. Once he was immobilized, Aragorn tied Eomer´s wrists securely with the rope. Aragorn then released him, smiling as Eomer struggled helplessly. 

"You have your orders," Aragorn said to Legolas. 

Legolas bowed and disappeared down the corridor. Aragorn pressed closely against Eomer, crushing him against the wall. 

Eomer glared hotly at Aragorn, even though his blood sang and his erection pulsed within his breeches, thirsting for more contact. He was determined to deny Aragorn the satisfaction of a quick acquiescence. 

"I refuse to let you have your way with me," he said angrily. 

Aragorn silenced him by smashing their lips together. He wrapped his tongue possessively around Eomer´s, asserting his dominance. Eomer resisted, trying in vain to gain the upper hand. His body thrashed underneath Aragorn´s, trying to keep him at bay, to no avail. 

Eomer´s struggles seemed to fuel Aragorn´s passion. He devoured Eomer´s lips, tongue, and mouth, rendering Eomer completely breathless. When he broke the kiss, Aragorn dragged his thumb over Eomer´s swollen lips, causing him to moan softly. 

Aragorn´s eyes turned hard as he growled, "Be silent, or I will leave you tied here for your sister to fetch." 

The stern tone of voice told Eomer that Aragorn would brook no more dissent. Eomer scowled at him silently. 

Aragorn grinned at Eomer´s quick compliance. He said wickedly, "And, lest you think that I have the means to provide some sort of cover for our activities..."

Eomer´s heart thudded in alarm as he saw Aragorn slowly unclip his cloak and let it fall in a pool at his feet. He made a muffled sound of protest. 

Aragorn grabbed Eomer and ran his tongue down the side of his captive´s neck. Despite himself, the danger of being discovered was heightening Eomer´s excitement. His tortured body responded with a flush of heat, and his neglected erection began to pulse even more. It took much effort for him to swallow the groan that threatened to escape from his lips. 

"So needy," Aragorn said, his husky voice making each word sound like a caress. "But I still have to teach you a lesson." 

Eomer´s eyes widened as he saw Aragorn draw his elven dagger from its sheath. He trembled as Aragorn touched the point of the cool blade to his neck. A small whimper escaped his lips. 

"Shh, be still," Aragorn murmured. The weapon glided down, scratching Eomer´s skin lightly and leaving red marks in its passage. Eomer froze, heart pounding almost out of his chest as the sharp edge passed over his jugular vein and glided over the juncture of his neck and shoulder. 

The dagger was pushed underneath Eomer´s tunic, brushing dangerously close to the skin. Eomer held his breath as Aragorn cut the cloth away. The slight coldness of the corridor was amplified by his anticipation to an almost painful degree. Goose pimples formed on his chest as Aragorn gradually bared it. 

Eomer choked off a moan as Aragorn slowly caressed the newly exposed skin with his free hand, the heat from it almost burning his chilled flesh, the rush of relief sending him to new, dizzying heights. 

Aragorn´s caresses seared his chest as they spiraled slowly downward, causing Eomer´s lips to tremble as he contained his cries. His eyelashes fluttered as Aragorn traced the skin along his waistband. 

"I am not done yet," Aragorn said, his voice harsh. 

He swiftly knelt on the ground, running his hand along Eomer´s leg. Eomer bit off a slight coo, his jangled nerves calming down to a low buzz, his member aching for release. He sucked in another breath when he saw Aragorn working the dagger underneath the hem of his garment. 

Starting at the ankle, Aragorn cut the outside seams of Eomer´s breeches, stopping at the waistband. Eomer´s heart began to pound again, his breath hitched and a fine sheen of sweat began to cover his face as he fought down a new wave of fear. Aragorn swiftly attacked the inside seams, stopping several inches short of the juncture at Eomer´s crotch. 

He stood, locked eyes with Eomer, and silently demanded his obedience. Eomer was tempted, but he knew that his surrender would be all the more delicious if he held out longer. He forced himself to glare balefully at Aragorn. 

Aragorn´s ice-blue eyes ensnared Eomer and burned him to the very core. "Still you resist. How long will your defiance last if I do this?"  Aragorn asked as he touched the dagger to the base of Eomer´s neck, just above the collarbone. 

Eomer choked off a gasp, feeling his nerves frisson in fear. He tried to close his eyes, but Aragorn grabbed his jaw and squeezed it. "Look at me," he barked. 

Eomer´s eyes flew open, his gaze focusing on Aragorn´s. A small, pitiful noise escaped his lips. 

Aragorn whispered, "Hush, and be still." 

He slowly ran the blade down the length of Eomer´s chest, skimming it across the skin, each cold kiss of the blade immediately followed by a mild burn as it lightly scratched Eomer´s flesh. 

Eomer tried to control his trembling. He was well hardened to the realities of combat, but this situation shattered that comfortable mindset. The slowness of the blade and his helpless position caused Eomer to fully concentrate on what Aragorn was doing. His mouth became dry in fearful anticipation of where the blade would descend next: a mental posture that was fatal on the battlefield. He felt extremely exposed and vulnerable, yet with each descent of the weapon, his fear ebbed and was replaced by a euphoria that flowed through his veins like quicksilver, sending him to new dizzying heights of pleasure. 

His excitement made it extremely hard for him to keep himself from squirming. His breathing quickened and he would have cried out but for Aragorn´s stern command. Instead, he sealed his lips to swallow the noises forming in his throat, stifling his airflow somewhat. The denial of oxygen quickly sent his head spinning out of control. 

The waistband of Eomer´s breeches barred the dagger´s path. Aragorn sawed the blade underneath the material, weakening it on both sides, but not completely cutting it away. 

He squeezed Eomer´s chin firmly again. "I did not appreciate your initial fit of temper, little one."  His icy stare searing into Eomer, making him quake inside. 

Still commanding Eomer´s attention, Aragorn leisurely dragged the dagger across the front of Eomer´s breeches, stopping the blade´s passage at his crotch. He paused, the sharp blade lightly resting on the cloth. 

"Your body is mine to do with as I please," he said darkly. Panic clawed at Eomer´s mind as he felt Aragorn pushing his weapon forward and up, slowly cutting the cloth over Eomer´s manhood, his focus on Eomer´s eyes unwavering. 

Eomer held his breath, stifling his frightened whimpers. It took all of his self-control to keep still and not squirm against his bonds. He continually reassured himself that he could extend all of his trust to Aragorn, that Aragorn would never hurt him. 

He felt the caress of the blade against the tender sacs underneath his erection, and he clenched the ropes tightly in reaction. His breathing was loud and ragged, and he felt sweat trickling down his brow. 

Aragorn paused, resting the cold steel against the side of Eomer´s shaft. His destroying gaze was unrelenting as he purred, "I own you, is that clear?" 

Without waiting for a reply, Aragorn slowly pushed the dagger closer, until Eomer could feel it pressing lightly against his skin. Eomer felt his willpower weakening, and he fought to remain still. 

Aragorn said quietly, "Is. that. clear? You may answer now." 

Eomer said weakly, "Yes, my lord."  He suddenly held his breath in panic as he again felt the pressure slowly increasing against his member. Eomer´s eyes dilated as Aragorn calmly pressed further, his self-control started crumbling...then, a whisper away from breaking the skin, Aragorn pulled the dagger aside and sheathed it. 

Eomer exhaled sharply with a hiss, his head spinning, and his breath coming out in loud, ragged pants. He felt as if he had just fought a hard battle. As his heart stopped palpitating, he soon found himself cresting on wave after wave of euphoria, feeling elation surge through him, every cell in his body feeling wonderfully, incredibly alive. He felt as if his entire being was glowing, sparking, and exploding; much like Legolas had done in his dream last night. 

The heady thrill soon transformed into burning need. His blood thundered in his head, and his slightly softened erection suddenly stiffened and throbbed. 

Eomer´s body was a raging conflagration. He hungered for Aragorn to fill him, to take him until his vision failed. 

"My lord..." Eomer said thickly. 

Aragorn nipped Eomer´s lower lip and said huskily, "What do you want, little one?" 

"Ravish me," Eomer whispered hoarsely. "Please..."

His nerves sang as Aragorn grabbed the weakened seam of his waistband, ripping his breeches off. He bit off the loud moan forming in his throat. 

Aragorn produced a vial of oil, coating a finger before sliding it rapidly into Eomer´s entrance. Eomer gasped aloud, his body greedily accepting the contact. He tried to tense his muscles around the welcome invasion, but Aragorn quickly withdrew his finger, causing Eomer to whimper in protest. 

Working in haste, Aragorn opened his breeches, pulling out his hard erection to coat it with the slick liquid. Eomer looked at him through a haze of lust and hunger. His erection twitched in eager anticipation. 

Aragorn grabbed Eomer´s buttocks and lifted his legs off the ground. He positioned Eomer carefully over his erection and entered him with one smooth thrust. 

Eomer groaned as Aragorn slid into his tight heat, his entire body quaking as the hard flesh penetrated him, sizzling him from the inside. When Aragorn touched bottom, he was seized by such a powerful jolt of pleasure that he bit his lip to contain his loud cry. 

Aragorn immediately set a rapid pace, pounding into Eomer. The cold wall bit into Eomer´s bare back, but he was too far-gone to care. His mouth quivered, still holding back the small, needy sounds that were threatening to spill from his throat as Aragorn pumped hard into his willing body. 

"You...are...mine," Aragorn growled, punctuating each word with a hard jab. "Never forget that." 

"Yes, my lord," Eomer replied breathily. He never wanted this to end, never wanted to stop Aragorn impaling him, never wanted him to stop his relentless onslaught, never wanted Aragorn to stop taking what he willingly offered. 

Eomer surrendered his body completely, wanting the ranger to brand him tonight, to take him until he was drained and shaking. 

Aragorn acknowledged Eomer´s unspoken plea. He thrust fiercely into his lover´s willing body, continuing on his feverish pace as if he were possessed. 

Eomer opened his eyes to look at his lord, his lover; he groaned as he locked gazes with the cobalt depths, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the hunger blazing deep in Aragorn´s eyes, trapping him, swallowing him up, consuming him. 

Eomer felt the blood in his veins turn to molten lava, his face flushing completely, the world fading from his awareness, his entire being focused on Aragorn´s hard shaft plunging inside him, taking him repeatedly, overwhelming all of his senses until he was quaking in Aragorn´s grasp. Aragorn´s eyes continued to drill into Eomer, claiming his soul as much as his member was claiming his body. Eomer whimpered as he fell into sweet surrender, allowing his lord to possess him completely. 

Aragorn whispered, "You may come now, little one," before he angled his thrusts upward, each rapid push of his organ stroking over the heart of Eomer´s pleasure. Eomer suddenly tensed every single muscle, his body trembling as if he had been struck by lightning. Aragorn claimed Eomer´s lips in a bruising kiss as he continued to ravage him. The heat in Eomer´s veins suddenly exploded outward in a rush as he climaxed, Aragorn´s mouth swallowing his loud scream, his seed coating Aragorn´s shirt. 

Aragorn followed suit shortly afterward. He gasped as his shaft twitched within Eomer, splashing hot liquid inside. 

Aragorn´s knees sagged beneath him, and he gently untied Eomer before lowering him to the ground. Both men shivered as Aragorn pulled his semi-hard erection out. Aragorn reached into his pocket for a cloth and cleaned both of them as best as he could before he tucked his member back into his breeches. 

Eomer´s senses cleared and he looked into the hallway, worried. Aragorn laughed softly. 

"Legolas is keeping an eye on the corridor, melme. He would have alerted us if anyone came near," he said. 

Eomer smiled. "You always think of everything, my lord," he replied. He looked down ruefully at his shredded clothes. "Although these are not usable now." 

Aragorn picked up his cloak and handed it to Eomer. Eomer eagerly donned it, inhaling Aragorn´s scent of pipeweed and spice. He then walked over to retrieve his boots while Aragorn finished untying the rope. 

"My cloak will cover you long enough for you to get to your quarters," Aragorn said as he re-clipped the rope to his belt. He made a peculiar whistle and Legolas soon appeared out of the shadows. 

"I will escort my little one to his room. Delay yourself for about 20 minutes, and then go to your chambers," he said in a commanding tone of voice. 

Legolas said meekly, "Yes, my lord." 

"And after supper, meet us in his bedchamber." 

Legolas replied deferentially, "Yes, my lord." 

Aragorn put a possessive hand around Eomer´s shoulders and led him through Meduseld, easily avoiding the people bustling about. 

Once they reached his quarters and closed the door, Eomer said, "I fear that you will exhaust my wardrobe at this rate, my lord."  He removed the elven cloak and dutifully held it open for Aragorn. 

Aragorn chuckled as he stripped off his shirt. "I could say much the same for you, Eomer." 

Eomer relaxed at the use of his proper name and draped the cloak over a chair. He opened his wardrobe and began to rummage for a fresh set of clothing. 

Once Eomer had retrieved another tunic and some breeches, Aragorn wound his arms around him and kissed him gently on the lips. 

Aragorn said, "I need to fetch a fresh set of clothing and clean up before dinner, lest we cause a scandal."  Eomer nodded. 

Aragorn then leaned in close and added in a conspiratorial whisper, "I plans for our fair one after dinner. Much as I would love to link your two passions, I fear that our rather vocal elf would be heard even through these thick walls. In fact, his enthusiasm could be problematic for us." 

"What do you wish to do, then?"  Eomer asked as quietly as he could, understanding Aragorn´s caution. They did not know which path Legolas was going to take to Aragorn´s chambers, and it would not do for Legolas to overhear them if he happened to pass by. 

"Let me instruct you," Aragorn replied. 

As his plans became clear, Eomer grinned broadly. He could hardly wait. 

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end part 3

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