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: knife play, 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. 
The creative use of furniture was inspired by Legion 2012´s fic "Tennessee".  Thanks for feeding my naughty Legolas muse!

Elvish dictionary :
melda-nin = my love
amin mela lle = I love you
Posted April, 2003

"I will retire to my quarters now," Aragorn said. 

Eomer suddenly tensed. "Did we leave my breeches and tunic in the hallway?"  He had been so giddy afterward that he had forgotten about them. 

Aragorn smirked. "Ah, Eomer. You should not be so careless with your clothing." 

Eomer glared at Aragorn, "Unless my memory fails me, I was not responsible for them being torn and discarded in the first place. By the Valar, they cannot be found there."  He started to dress hastily, but Aragorn stopped him. 

Aragorn grinned broadly. "Do not worry, Eomer. I had tasked Legolas earlier in the day with removing any trace of our presence after I was done with you." 

Eomer breathed a sigh of relief. Aragorn smiled, and kissed him lightly. 

"I really must take my leave now," he said. 

Eomer nodded and cautiously opened his door a crack. After verifying that that the corridor was clear, he let Aragorn exit. 

Once he was alone, Eomer cleaned himself off and changed into his fresh tunic and breeches. He had just finished dressing when he heard a tap at his door. 

"Come in," he called. 

He was surprised when Eowyn opened the door. 

"May I have a moment of your time?"  she asked calmly. 

"You may," Eomer said. 

She walked in, proud as ever, but Eomer could see the tension radiating in her body. He could also see the dread in her eyes as she closed the door behind her. 

"Eomer, we still have an issue to resolve. Lord Aragorn leaves tomorrow at dawn. I ask again, will you release him?" 

Eomer took a deep breath. "Eowyn, I did not have the courage to say this earlier, but Aragorn and I are in love with each other." 

Her eyes went wide. "Do you swear on your vow to me?" 

"Yes," he replied quietly. He braced himself for the inevitable barrage of questions. 

"Brother," Eowyn said calmly, "I wish you happiness with your new love." 

She saw Eomer´s surprised look and continued, "This is not the appropriate time to question you. I know, more than anyone else, that you must treasure the precious moments with your beloved before they can be stolen from you." 

"Thank you, sister." 

"I will see you at dinner, then," she said as she left the room. As soon as Eomer´s door closed, she stole off to the armory. 

No one was present. As she picked out some armor for herself, she murmured, "Forgive me for deceiving you, Eomer, because I have not forgiven you. However, we need to part on the best of terms, so that my loss will not pain you." 

Satisfied that she had found a suit to her liking, she hid it under a pile of rusty shields. As she walked back to Meduseld, she was lost in her own turmoil. 

With Aragorn´s heart claimed, I have nothing left to live for, she thought. But I will not take the cowardly way out. I will die as a warrior born, in the glory of battle, for my people and for all of Middle Earth. ***

Dinner was strained. Despite her earlier discussion with Eomer, Eowyn did not feel like conversing much, and she picked at her food. 

To Eomer´s relief, she had forced herself to relax whenever she had to talk to Aragorn or himself. Gandalf also filled in the time with speculation over Sauron´s plans. 

Fortunately, no one noticed that Legolas was missing. He did not dine with them the first time Aragorn had arrived at Edoras, so his absence today was not conspicuous. Only Gimli noticed, and he merely made a desultory comment on elves surviving on naught but air. 

After dinner, Eomer and Aragorn left separately, joining up with each other in a little used hallway. They stopped by Aragorn´s room briefly, and he grabbed his pack. The two men then silently walked down the corridor to Eomer´s quarters. 

As soon as the door was closed behind them, Eomer said solemnly, "I have told Eowyn about us." 

Aragorn arched an eyebrow. Eomer continued, "She gives us her blessing, because our remaining time together is brief."  He looked at Aragorn, barely controlling his distress. 

Aragorn noticed the faint hint of strain in his lover´s eyes. He kissed Eomer tenderly and said, "Hush. I swear to you that I will return." 

"But...," Eomer started to say. 

"Eomer, I must do this. Have faith." 

Eomer reluctantly nodded. 

"Now, purge that thought from your mind so that it will not mar this evening." 

"As you wish, Aragorn." 

"We will begin now, little one," Aragorn said, his voice pitching down to a snarl. "Strip." 

Happy for the distraction, Eomer quickly removed his clothes. After he was done, Aragorn followed suit, discarding his garments in a corner. 

"Sit on the bed for now," Aragorn commanded. Eomer nodded, climbing into his four-poster bed. "Once our fair one arrives, you may pleasure yourself whilst you remain on the bed, but nowhere else." 

"Yes, my lord," Eomer replied. 

Soon, Aragorn heard a short tap at the door followed by two longer ones, the signal that he and Legolas had used for many years. 

Aragorn opened it quietly. Legolas elegantly stepped in and walked over to the middle of the room, keeping his eyes lowered. 

Once the door was closed and bolted, Aragorn turned to Legolas and said, "Remove your clothes, seldo, and then kneel on the floor." 

Legolas eagerly complied. He swiftly stripped, his arousal evident by the bulge outlined on the front of his breeches and the desire burning in his sapphire eyes. Once he was naked, he knelt on the floor as ordered, keeping his head bowed. 

Aragorn looked at Eomer. "Stay on the bed until I need you," he commanded. Eomer nodded. 

Aragorn reached into his pack and pulled out a strip of black silk, a short piece of rope, and a jar of salve. He carefully laid everything out on a small table by the side of the bed. Once Aragorn was finished, he remained by the table and turned toward Legolas. 

He said softly, "Come over here." 

Legolas crawled over, moving with pure catlike grace, his lithe muscles sliding under his alabaster skin. Eomer felt his body tingling at the sight, and he saw that Aragorn had become hard again. 

"Hands behind your back," Aragorn said huskily. Again, Legolas obeyed the soft spoken command, crossing his wrists behind him. 

Aragorn tied Legolas´ arms with the soft cotton rope. He then knotted the black silk over Legolas´ eyes, and took two steps back. 

"Now," purred Aragorn, "lick me."  Legolas crept forward on his knees, using his other senses to guide him. When he could feel that Aragorn was close, he leaned forward, following the musky scent of Aragorn´s arousal and sensing the heat radiating from his erection. 

Legolas smiled as he felt springy hairs tickling his cheek. He moved closer and buried his face in the nest of curls, hearing a contented sigh from Aragorn as he did so. He slid his head around slowly, and soon he felt his cheek bumping against Aragorn´s member. He rubbed the side of his face along the hard length, knowing that Aragorn enjoyed the feel of his satiny skin. 

He was rewarded with a soft murmur above him. Encouraged, Legolas snaked his tongue out and wrapped it around Aragorn´s organ. 

Eomer gasped, feeling the blood rush to his groin as he watched Legolas´ tongue swirl its way up the seam of Aragorn´s sex. When Legolas reached the tip, he paused briefly before he swallowed the length deep in his throat, causing a hiss of pleasure to erupt from Aragorn. 

As Legolas suckled Aragorn, Eomer reached down to stroke himself, his body shivering at the delicious picture in front of him. He drank in the sight of Legolas kneeling in front of his lord: hands bound behind him, the small line of black silk enhancing the smooth alabaster perfection of his skin, rump arched in the air as he lavished attention on Aragorn´s member. 

Aragorn gestured at Eomer. Eomer climbed off the bed and knelt down behind Legolas, looking at Aragorn inquiringly. 

Aragorn nodded. Eomer skated his fingertips over the pale, sensitive flesh of Legolas´ inner thighs. He saw a small shudder quiver through the pale body, and Legolas briefly paused to voice a muffled sigh. 

"I did not tell you to stop," Aragorn said. "You will have to be reprimanded, seldo." 

He grabbed a handful of silky hair, locking Legolas´ head in place. Aragorn caught Eomer´s eye and held up five fingers. Legolas could not see the gesture, but he quivered in anticipation, as if he was sensing what was to come next. 

Eomer swatted Legolas´ rump with the lightest of slaps, barely enough to do more than sting slightly. Legolas gave a muffled cry around Aragorn´s hardness, followed swiftly by a muted sound of pleasure as Eomer ran his hand over the spot he just struck. 

Eomer waited until Legolas´ back began to arch before he swatted him again, this time a little harder. Legolas made a small noise in his throat and pushed his buttocks back as Eomer again stroked over the small hurt. 

Eomer continued, building each slap gradually, each blow more sound than actual impact. Legolas´ small yelps were contained by Aragorn´s length in his mouth. Eomer watched the lithe body shiver and arch with pleasure each time his hand connected with Legolas´ sweet flesh, causing his own body to tremble in response. He looked at Aragorn, and saw that he was not immune to Legolas´ reactions: the depths of the cobalt-blue eyes were seething with lust. 

After the fifth blow, Eomer stroked his hand slowly over Legolas´ silky skin. He felt a slight warmth coming off the pale globes, and his light touches caused Legolas to whimper around Aragorn´s member. 

Aragorn said sternly as he released Legolas´ head, "Now seldo, resume your task. And do not stop until I give you leave to." 

Legolas made a muffled reply and began suckling again, swirling his tongue over Aragorn´s heated length. Aragorn caught Eomer´s eye and nodded meaningfully. 

Eomer leaned forward, pressing his erection up against the cleft of Legolas´ buttocks. He draped his body up against the satiny back and bound wrists. 

He felt Legolas tremble slightly beneath him, but the golden head continued to bob back and forth. Eomer saw Legolas hollowing his cheeks and slowly pulling his mouth off Aragorn´s erection before devouring it again. 

Eomer lightly blew his hot breath over the pale shell of Legolas´ ear. He heard Legolas inhale sharply, but his exquisite lips continued on their task. Eomer touched his tongue to the whorl and slowly traced upward, smiling as he saw Legolas shaking. He sucked on the sensitive point, while grinding his hips against the firm rump beneath him. 

Legolas pushed his hips back against Eomer, making several muffled groans. However, his pace remained unbroken, almost as if he was goading Eomer to try harder. Eomer grinned and decided to redouble his efforts. 

He slowly trailed his tongue down Legolas´ ear and the side of his neck. When he reached the juncture at Legolas´ shoulder, he pressed his hot tongue against it, tracing a lazy spiral. 

Legolas´ groans were muffled as Eomer´s tongue danced over his quaking flesh. He was still continuing his ministrations, keeping his pace unbroken, cheekily grinding his backside in a small circle against Eomer´s organ, daring Eomer to break his concentration. 

Eomer smiled at the silent challenge. He ran his fingernails firmly over the pale flesh of Legolas´ spine, his bound wrists, and his buttocks, leaving faint red trails in their wake. Legolas responded with a muffled cry, but he was still intent on pleasuring Aragorn. 

Determined to best Legolas, Eomer parted the alabaster cheeks and blew lightly on the cleft. He grinned in triumph when heard Legolas´ breath hitch and saw his body tense in anticipation. 

He circled his tongue around Legolas´ entrance. Legolas´ flesh was sweet everywhere, and Eomer had to control himself from eagerly lapping at the sensitive skin. Instead, he continued his leisurely pace, his tongue slowly tracing around the tiny opening. Legolas groaned around Aragorn´s flesh, but he was still suckling at a constant pace. 

Let us see how long your control lasts, Eomer thought as he jabbed his tongue inside the heated passage. 

Legolas convulsed and he mewled around Aragorn´s erection, pausing to shudder at the exquisite sensation. 

"Hold," Aragorn barked out. 

Eomer sat back, and he saw Legolas´ cheeks flush with embarrassment. The lithe body trembled, knowing what was to come next. 

Aragorn locked his hands in the flaxen hair again and said balefully, "You did not have leave to stop, seldo. Your punishment will now be twice as much." 

He gestured at Eomer with five fingers again. 

Eomer nodded. The first swat had more force than the last of the previous five. He again paused between each blow, letting Legolas absorb them, watching the pale buttocks warm and redden. Legolas moaned around Aragorn´s length, his lord´s thick member an effective gag for his startled yelps. 

After the fifth swat, Aragorn growled, "Now, try again." 

Obediently, Legolas took Aragorn deep in his throat. Eomer heard Aragorn hiss in satisfaction as his throbbing flesh was swallowed. He was amazed at his lover´s control, knowing that Legolas´ skillful mouth could undo anyone quickly. 

Aragorn gestured at Eomer to resume. Eomer parted Legolas´ warm cheeks and thrust his tongue into the small entrance, stabbing it as if he was using his member. Legolas´ muffled cries grew in intensity he pushed back against Eomer´s plundering tongue. However, Legolas´ pace remained unbroken, his slight body trembling with the effort of maintaining his attention on Aragorn. 

"Stop," Aragorn eventually said. 

Eomer pulled away, aching with need. Even though Legolas´ sweet cries were muffled, they still struck a cord of passion deep within him. Aragorn eased Legolas off his organ and pulled him up to stand. 

"That was very good. Now you may have your reward," he purred before he devoured Legolas´ mouth, pressing his large body against Legolas until they melted against each other. 

Aragorn grabbed Legolas under the buttocks and lifted his slender form while they were still kissing. Walking over to the low table, he carefully balanced Legolas with one arm while he used the other to casually sweep the scrolls aside. He then carefully lowered Legolas on top of it, making sure that his bound hands were not at an uncomfortable angle. Legolas squirmed as he tried to get comfortable. His head and buttocks barely fit along the length of the wooden top. 

Aragorn knelt astride Legolas´ chest and he traced his weeping erection slowly over the pink aureoles, leaving a trail of moisture. Legolas whimpered softly as the cooling liquid caused the sensitive skin to pull into pebbled nubs. Aragorn lazily traced his way up, finally nudging his erection against Legolas´ delicate lips, teasing his lover. 

Eomer groaned as he watched the two of them together, the erotic sight leaving him weak inside. He longed to reach down and stroke himself, but he didn´t want to countermand Aragorn´s instructions. 

Legolas opened his mouth, and Aragorn sucked in his breath as Legolas opened his mouth and wrapped his tongue around the purple head. Aragorn slowly nudged his way forward, hissing in pleasure as Legolas swallowed his length. 

Aragorn looked at Eomer and said, "Come here, little one."  Eomer eagerly joined them, grabbing the jar of salve as he walked by. He took his position at the other end of the table - the edge of it was just at knee height. 

"Prepare him," Aragorn commanded. Eomer nodded, coating his fingers with the salve. He slowly circled a slick digit around Legolas´ entrance, listening to the muted sounds of pleasure. Aragorn rocked his hips, thrusting his stiff erection within Legolas´ wet heat, stifling any sounds that might spill from his lips. Aragorn growled as Legolas´ tongue continued to lave his organ. 

Eomer eased his finger inside, his erection weeping as Legolas´ muffled cries became more frantic. He pushed another finger in, blood rushing at the sound of the silenced groans from the head of the table. Aragorn looked at Eomer and held up a crooked finger. Nodding, Eomer slid in a third finger and curled them forward. 

"Urmph!"  Legolas cried out around Aragorn´s member, the lithe body arching off the table as if he were electrified. Eomer continued to stroke the center of Legolas´ pleasure, watching Legolas writhe under his ministrations. Legolas thrashed from side to side, his bonds preventing him from clawing the table, his loud mewls cut off by Aragorn´s hips still rocking back and forth and filling his mouth. 

Aragorn caught Eomer´s eye, and gestured towards the opposite end of the table. Eomer nodded, and after stroking his fingers one more time over the small gland, he pulled them out. Simultaneously, Aragorn popped his organ out of Legolas´ mouth. Legolas made a soft cry of complaint, his voice heavy with need and unfulfilled lust. 

"Hush," Aragorn said soothingly, stroking the silky locks. 

Eomer put the salve down on the table and walked around to the opposite end. While Eomer was rearranging his position, Aragorn blazed a path down Legolas´ torso with hot, fevered kisses, simultaneously moving downward until his hips were poised over Legolas´ erection. He paused, hovering just above Legolas´ twitching member. Legolas tossed his head from side to side and raised his buttocks slightly, questing for more contact. 

"Patience," Aragorn said. 

Eomer was now standing behind Legolas´ head. Aragorn nodded, and Eomer grasped Legolas´ slender shoulders. Eomer tugged the slight body towards him, sliding Legolas´ shoulders off the edge. Still holding Legolas, he lowered himself until he was sitting upright on his knees. He cradled the pale head and neck carefully in his hands. Legolas´ spider-silk fine hair spilled over Eomer´s forearms, caressing his sensitized flesh, and the softness of the blindfold rubbed enticingly over his rough hands. He slowly positioned Legolas so that the delicate mouth was just below his groin. 

Aragorn began coating his turgid flesh with the salve. Eomer heard Legolas moan softly, and he saw the golden head turning slightly as he tried to discern what Aragorn was doing. 

"Your sharp ears hear me stroking myself, do they not, seldo?"  Aragorn husked. Legolas nodded mutely, body tense as a well strung bow. Aragorn pulled Legolas´ willowy legs up until they were resting on his broad shoulders. Eomer let his arms lower slightly, until Legolas was at a declining angle. 

Eomer nudged Legolas with his hard erection and murmured, "Open for me, my sweet."  Legolas parted his pink lips hungrily, wrapping his mouth around Eomer´s weeping member. Eomer leisurely slid in, feeling Legolas´ wet heat around his throbbing flesh. 

Legolas´ inverted position forced his throat to relax, and Eomer moaned as he buried himself to the hilt in the moist depths. Losing control of his body, he began to thrust into Legolas´ eager mouth, feeling his lover skillfully suckle him on each down stroke. 

Aragorn braced his arms on either side of Legolas´ waist, positioning his hard erection at Legolas´ entrance. Legolas´ breathing hitched, and he murmured quietly around Eomer´s organ. 

Aragorn plunged into the slim form swiftly. Legolas arched up, making small, strangled sounds, his cries cut off by Eomer´s member deep in his throat. 

Aragorn began thrusting, his muscles bulging as he held himself over Legolas´ lean form. Eomer fell into his rhythm, pushing into the willing, hot mouth as Aragorn was pulling himself back, filling Legolas at alternate ends with each stroke. Legolas arched and writhed; his loud mewls muffled by Eomer´s flesh. 

Aragorn began thrusting faster, causing the table to vibrate. Eomer matched Aragorn´s speed, the two of them relentlessly filling Legolas with a push-pull motion, sweat glistening on their skin from their efforts. 

Legolas´ cries changed to muffled keens, his lithe form convulsing as if a dark force possessed him. He arched his back and wrapped his long legs behind Aragorn´s neck, trying to return the force of Aragorn´s pounding. It was a futile effort. Eomer and Aragorn had him completely captured, and all he could do was to surrender to them as they pleasured themselves with his body. 

Eomer was reduced to mindless need as he buried himself deep in Legolas´ wet heat. Legolas squirmed against his bonds, his cries vibrating against Eomer´s hard member. Eomer felt the pressure coiling deep within him, his entire hold on reality centered on the moist softness enclosing him, wrapping tight around his shaft and tugging on him. 

Aragorn said thickly, "Eomer, are you close?" 

Eomer breathed, "Yes, my lord." 

Aragorn jabbed Legolas deeply, causing him to mewl again. Aragorn then panted out, "Stay still and brace the table." 

Eomer slid his arms underneath Legolas´ body and grasped the edge of the table. Aragorn began pumping into Legolas in earnest, his breath becoming ragged and short, the impact of his thrusts shoving and pulling the delicious moist depths over Eomer´s member. The muscles in Eomer´s arms bulged as he kept the table from moving under the force of Aragorn´s pounding. 

Legolas´ muffled keens were now drawn out to a single note, the vibrations shaking deep within Eomer´s flesh. Aragorn gasped out, "Come for me, both of you," as Legolas´ body completely tensed, each muscle standing out in sharp relief as he arched upward, his seed spilling out in pearly strands onto his pale stomach. Legolas´ muffled screams echoed around Eomer´s erection. Eomer groaned loudly, becoming undone by the delicious reverberations, his entire being unraveling as he climaxed. 

Aragorn´s thrusts soon became more frantic and less rhythmic. He moaned loudly, shuddering as he found his release deep with his beloved. 

Eomer withdrew from Legolas´ mouth, quaking as his wet member cooled in the air. He felt the floor swaying underneath him, he collapsed down fully onto his knees, letting Legolas´ head rest on his thighs. 

Aragorn panted out heavily, "Untie him, little one."  Eomer reached up and untied the slender wrists. Legolas undid his blindfold, tossing the scrap of silk aside. Legolas pulled his legs down and coiled them around Aragorn´s waist. He then curled his body upwards until he was sitting up on Aragorn´s thighs, the two of them still joined. He wrapped his arms around Aragorn, hugging him tightly. 

"I couldn´t wish for a better thank you," Legolas said softly, brushing the sweat-plastered strands of hair out of Aragorn´s face. "Amin mela lle." 

"Amin mela lle," Aragorn replied as he kissed the delicate lips. 

Aragorn caught his breath and slowly slid out of Legolas with a throaty groan. He half-climbed, half-fell off the table and collapsed onto one of the fur rugs, dragging a giggling Legolas down with him. Eomer dizzily crawled over, joining the pile of tangled arms and legs. 

The three of them cuddled together, basking in the afterglow. "I love you," Eomer said reverently to Aragorn. 

"I love you," Aragorn replied before he gave Eomer a gentle, caresssing kiss. 

After a while, Eomer said, "The elves are truly wondrous creatures. After all of that exertion, Legolas has not a single drop of sweat marring his fair skin." 

Aragorn smiled. "If I remember right, we were the ones providing the majority of the exertion." 

Eomer replied, "By the Valar, you are right. My thoughts have taken leave of my body." 

Aragorn said, "Do not trouble yourself over it, my love. I have yet to see a bead form, despite my best efforts."  He stroked the white-gold locks. "At least his hair is in some disarray." 

Legolas replied, "Then perhaps it would please my lord if I rise post haste to straighten it."  He tried to get up, but was dragged down by two sets of large hands. 

"Nay, seldo. You shall stay here until I decide that I tire of this floor. Then you shall heat some water and bathe the two of us. And then all of us should retire to bed," Aragorn said resolutely. 

"I could not agree with my lord´s plan more," Eomer added. 

Legolas said meekly, "As you wish, my lord." 

Eomer smiled. He could not think of a lovelier way to end this night. 

****

Close to dawn, Eomer stirred to wakefulness, nestled between his lover and his beloved. He tenderly studied their faces, memorizing every curve and nuance, knowing that this may be their last time together. 

Far too shortly, Aragorn opened his eyes and whispered, "It is time." 

The three of them rose out of bed soundlessly, and dressed in silence. Eomer looked at Legolas and Aragorn sadly. 

"My love," he said softly, resting the back of his hand on the side on Aragorn´s face. "Be safe on your journey."  Aragorn tenderly kissed his fingertips. 

"I will, melda-nin," Aragorn said quietly, before he leaned forward to claim Eomer´s lips in a fierce kiss. They parted and gazed lovingly into each other´s eyes. 

Reluctantly, Eomer unwound himself from Aragorn´s embrace. 

He approached Legolas and kissed him gently. "My sweet, I trust you to ever guard Aragorn´s back." 

Legolas said melodically, "I will. And we will be reunited, melethron, I promise you that." 

Eomer said, "I will always keep an eye on the horizon, anticipating your return." 

Legolas said, "Before we leave, we wish to give you something to remember us by." 

He reached into his pack and pulled out a small ring. Legolas then carefully placed it in Eomer´s palm. Several locks of hair had been braided together to make it, and Eomer easily recognized the alternating colors of raven and white-gold. 

"Words fail me. I will cherish this always," he said, trying to control the shaking in his voice. 

Aragorn and Legolas leaned in and shared a sweet three-way kiss with him, their tongues gently playing and tangling with each other. 

When they finally parted, Aragorn said grimly, "And now we must resume our charade." 

Aragorn and Legolas listened at the door and nodded when they heard no activity. Eomer quietly unbolted the door and let them slip out so that they could return to their respective chambers. 

He waited until dawn broke before he walked over to the guest quarters in his armor. He knocked on Aragorn´s door. The ranger greeted him dressed in his armor, looking heart-achingly beautiful. 

"Aragorn, I would like to wish you good luck on your journey. May I see you and your companions off?"  Eomer said evenly, even as he felt his stomach sink. 

"It would be an honor, Eomer," Aragorn replied. They gathered Gimli and Legolas before they walked out to the stables. 

Eomer saddled Firefoot, trying to keep his hands from shaking as he did so. He felt himself dying inside, but he maintained his composure while he escorted the trio to the gates of Edoras. 

Far too soon, they reached their goal. "May the spirit of Eorl watch over you on your journey," Eomer said solemnly. He ached to wrap his arms around Aragorn´s large body one last time, but he resisted the urge. 

"May the Valar smile upon you in Gondor," Aragorn replied. "Farewell, Eomer." 

Legolas said softly, "Namarie, Eomer." 

Gimli said, "I wish you well, lad. Now let´s be off!" 

Aragorn and Legolas nodded. They kicked Brego and Arod into a full gallop and rode away, never looking back. Eomer watched them until they disappeared from his view. Once they were gone, he guided Firefoot to the stables, feeling numb. 

He carefully walked back to his room, and once the door was safely closed and bolted, he allowed the tears to spill from his eyes. 

THE END

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