Posted: August 2003
Title: Cooked Goose
Author: Alex
Type: FCS
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These are not my character nor do I profit from the use of them.
Beta: Larian Elensar
Characters: Eomer/Celeborn
Author's Note: Eomer and Celeborn bunny happened when Larian and I were chatting and here it is!
Summary: Eomer and Celeborn meet by chance, over a goose.

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COOKED GOOSE

Celeborn rose before dawn and headed out of the city. He told no one where he was really going. He liked to hunt outside Lothlórien, but he didn't tell anyone because then the Guardians would insist on accompanying him and sometimes, he would prefer not to be watched by anyone.

It took him the better part of the day to reach the border and it was near nightfall when he settled down with a campfire, some Lembas and some tea that he made in a small pot over his fire. He loved the sounds of the night and soon he gathered his small blanket around him and slept beside his fire.

His day started early as he cleaned up his campsite. He bathed in the cool stream and moved slowly out of Lothlórien. He began to search for tracks and signs of game. He would love to have a plump, juicy rabbit for dinner.

**

Eomer was tired and he did not like this section of forest, for it was too close to the forest where the elf-witch lived. He was out patrolling about, always seeing what there was to see around Rohan. He didn't normally come out this far alone but he had followed a band of Orcs until they had turned north. He thought that odd when Mordor was to the south.

He had decided to go back home and make his report to his uncle and cousin. He only hoped that slimy Grima wasn't still there. There was something about Grima that was not what it should be.

He was hungry. Perhaps he might be able to shoot a nice rabbit.

**

Celeborn was hungry now. He refused to eat the Lembas he had, stubbornly insisting to himself that he would kill and roast his meal. If there were any rabbits here, he had seen none of them. Maybe he could get a bird. There was a small lake nearby and he had seen geese and ducks there before. He headed for the lake.

**

Eomer had not seen any game either. But when he saw the lake, he figured that if nothing else, he might fish for food. He really wanted to travel farther today but his horse was tired and so was he. He hated stopping so close to the woods.

He heard the geese, as he got closer to the lake. A goose would make a fine meal and he could rest for a bit and maybe make several more miles before nightfall. He notched at arrow and let fly at one of the geese that had taken flight.

He ran to where it fell. The goose had two arrows in it and only one was his. Coming toward him in the opposite direction was a man, no, an elf. The elf was tall and had silvery blond hair pulled back off his face into a clasp much like he wore his own blond hair; he was dressed in differing shades of black and grey and he moved completely soundlessly.

"I shot him first!" Eomer said angrily before the elf said a word.

"It appears that we both shot him," was all that the elf said.

"I am *not* giving up my goose to you."

"I would think it would be wise to share." The elf was still unruffled.

"I suppose you do. After all, it is *my* goose and you seem to think you're entitled to some of it."

The elf looked at him and raised a very elegant brow. Eomer stood his ground but was beginning to feel a bit of a bumpkin around the gracefully moving elf.

Eomer made a face. "All right, I suppose we could share, but I want to eat and get away from here as soon as possible. The elf-witch lives in those woods. I do not like to go near them. I have heard that she enchants unsuspecting travelers."

**

Celeborn smiled at the human's words. He liked the way the human man looked. His blond hair marked him as Rohirrim, a people that Celeborn had always thought handsome.

"Come, we will clean and roast it, and I have some dried fruit and tea. Maybe you will have time to travel away from the elf-witch's forest before night falls again."

He liked the angry way the man carried himself. This man was a warrior, strong and proud.

They cleaned the goose and spitted it. Celeborn made a fire while Eomer watered his horse. Celeborn was sprinkling herbs on the goose when Eomer returned.

"What are you doing?" Eomer looked alarmed.

"Only putting some spices on the goose so it will taste better."

"Hmph!" Eomer made a sound of disgust.

Celeborn smiled. He was enjoying aggravating the young man. There was something about those eyes when they were angry that he found compelling.
Eomer went to gather more wood while Celeborn made some tea. It would take several hours for the goose to roast so he decided that a bit of tea would be in order.

"Do you think to just sit and wait for someone to serve you?" Eomer said to Celeborn as he saw the elf just sitting beside the fire.

"Why would I think that? The fire is built, the goose is roasting, we have tea and your horse is watered. What else is there to do, Rohirrim? Come sit and take your rest. The goose will be several hours in the cooking. Have some tea, perhaps?"

Eomer grunted but sat down and accepted a cup of tea nonetheless.

**

He did not trust the elf. He was too smooth and too calm. Eomer watched the elf as he poured tea and handed it to him. Their fingers touched by accident and he felt... something. Perhaps all elves had the power to enchant.

"Are you from the elf-witch's wood?" Eomer immediately wished he kept his mouth shut. He often got in trouble for blurting out what he thought.

"Yes, I live in Caras Galadhon."

"Look, I'm sorry about what I --" Eomer began but Celeborn interrupted him.

"You only said what you thought, still think too, I expect. You can't be faulted for that."

Silence fell over them and made Eomer uncomfortable.

"Do you have lots of trouble with Orcs here?" That seemed a common enough question.

"They do not come within the borders of Lothlórien, but they do seem to be on the increase of late."

"I saw a band near here but they turned north. I found that strange. I want to get back to Rohan and report to my uncle."

He realized that perhaps said too much.

"Who is your uncle?"

"He is the King, Theoden." Eomer realized that he would lose nothing by telling the truth.

"And your name?"

"Eomer. Who are you, sir elf?"

"I am Cel."

They sat quietly for some time, smelling the goose and enjoying the wild life that came to drink at the lake. There were deer and small animals and even a wolf or two. None of the animals seemed to notice them or Eomer's horse even though they were in plain sight.

"Your horse is very beautiful. I have wanted to see a horse from Rohan for quite some time."

The elf walked over and the horse raised his head, nuzzling the elf almost as if he were a pet. Eomer thought Cel must be able to enchant them himself as he watched them. His horse had never been friendly to anyone but himself. He had raised him from a colt, training and loving him as more than just an animal. The Rohirrim had a way with horses.

"Have you a horse?"

"Yes," Celeborn smiled. "I do. I ride him every chance I get. He is large and silver. He is the descendent of the Mearas."

Eomer's eyes were large. "Our horses are descended from Meara stallions and Rohan mares. At least, that is what has been handed down as truth."

Celeborn rubbed the large horse between its ears. "He has Meara blood. He is a fine stallion."

Eomer felt almost as if the elf had complimented him personally.

**

Eomer was not far off in his assessment. Celeborn was thinking of what a fine looking man the Rohirrim was. He had always admired men and had slipped away to enjoy the company of one now and again. This one would make a fine lover, he'd wager. He let his eyes wander down that strong body. Yes, he would make a wonderful lover.

"I think I would like to bathe in the lake before our goose is done. Perhaps I shall swim a bit. Would you like to join me? Nothing will bother our food."

Celeborn slipped an apple out of his pocket for the horse and then began to remove his clothing. He knew that Eomer's eyes were on him. He waded in the water deep enough to swim then began to do so, his alabaster body slicing through the water almost effortlessly.

**

Eomer tried not to stare as Celeborn stripped. But stare he did. The elf was tall and powerfully built for an elf. Eomer loved women but he had spent most of his life among soldiers. He had eased his need with them more than once. But he had never looked upon another male with such desire.

He slowly removed his own clothing and smiled. He did need a bath. He smelled somewhat like his horse. He liked the smell of the horse but suspected that his own scent was more than the elf could stand. He followed the elf into the water, swimming out toward him.

He swam up beside Celeborn. The elf laughed and swam back toward the shore with Eomer close behind him. They reached the shore at about the same time, and Eomer watched him step out of the water, watched the water sluice down his smooth skin. Celeborn flung his head back and ran his hands over it to wring some of the water from it.

Eomer blushed when those silvery eyes looked into his. He had been caught looking at the rest of the elf's body, at how well made he was all over. And to his everlasting shame, his body was responding to the elf's virility.

He abruptly turned away and pulled his leggings on. He went to check on the goose, not looking up so Cel wouldn't see the color in his cheeks.

**

Celeborn wanted the man. There was just no other way to put it.

He pulled his leggings on too and walked up behind Eomer. The man did not seem to hear him.

"It smells wonderful," he said, not three inches from Eomer's ear. Eomer jumped, startled by his closeness. Then he whirled on the elf.

"That is a good way to get killed, my friend. I could have stabbed very easily." He moved to demonstrate and Celeborn caught his hand in a movement so fast that Eomer had no time to react.

"I think not," the elf purred as he twisted the arm he held until Eomer was forced to drop his knife. He kissed his lips and was pleased when Eomer violently shoved him away.

"What are you doing? I will not be party to your *elvish* perversions!"

Celeborn laughed as he looked down at the bulge in the man's tight leggings. He grabbed Eomer and kissed him again, biting his lip when the man tried to pull away. He liked the feel of the crisp hair on the man's chest touching his own. After struggling for a minute, Eomer relaxed in his arms, accepting the kiss, accepting Celeborn's tongue and allowing him to plunder his mouth.

Celeborn was expecting the second shove too. But he held on this time and slid his hand down to cup Eomer's cock. It was hard as he ran his hand over the suede-covered length.

"Tell me you don't want me, Eomer of Rohan, and mean it, and I will leave you in peace." Celeborn caressed him and stepped back. "It's up to you."

He smiled as he looked at Eomer, his face a study in rage and lust. Which would win? Or would they both?

**

Eomer was lost and he knew it. He had known it since the elf had touched his lips to his. He wanted the elf to touch him. He wanted the elf to be naked with him, to join with him. He wanted it desperately.

He licked his lips and stared at Celeborn.

"I... I desire you, but I am not given to joining with males. It is not common among my people. It is actually frowned upon." Eomer was trying to figure a way out and not sure he wanted one.

"Tell me to go then." Celeborn began to put his tunic back on and then reached for his boots.

"Please. I'm not sure I can do this."

The elflord gathered his possessions. When done, he turned to go.

"Please... Cel, don't leave me. I ...need you."

**

Celeborn dropped his pack and walked purposefully back to Eomer. He pulled the blond man into his arms and kissed him with all the passion and hunger that he felt.

"Touch me, Eomer of Rohan, unlace my leggings and touch me."

Eomer did, his warm fingers closing around the elflord as his lips sought Celeborn's for another kiss. Celeborn loved the feel and taste of Eomer. There was something that appealed to him about men, always had. And this one was especially appealing with his tall, strong body.

Celeborn dropped to his knees and looked up at Eomer. His brown eyes were nearly black, glazed with passion. He unlaced the man's leggings and freed him. Eomer watched as the elf dipped his head and captured one perfect drop of sticky liquid as it began the slow drip down his quivering shaft. The touch was so fleeting that he wasn't even sure that Celeborn had touched him until he felt the second touch as the elflord sucked his swollen head into his mouth and circled the base of his cock with one hand.

Eomer reached down and touched the elf's silky hair, fighting the urge to grab his head and shove himself all the way inside. He had never even dreamed of such pleasure. Certainly none of the women he had known in Rohan had done this for him anywhere as well as this elf was doing. Celeborn took him all the way inside and Eomer couldn't hold back. With a groan that he tried to stifle, he came, spilling his semen into the elf's throat and finally crying out in the silence as Celeborn milked the last few drops away with his swallowing motions.

Celeborn smiled up at him as he kissed the tip of his softening penis.

"I wish to ride you, my fine young stallion." He knew that the man had probably been called that by every lover he had ever had, but it fit him. He was tall and proud, beautiful of body and wild of spirit, just like the horses his people bred.

**

Eomer shivered. He thought he must be insane to do this, but he wanted to please the elf, wanted to have him. He had been with other men but not like this, not to join with them, not to be taken.

He almost screamed at the pain but the elf kept saying soothing things and rubbing his back until it didn't hurt as much. Then and only then did the elf begin to move, angling at least some of his thrusts so that he brushed Eomer's prostate. He cried out in pleasure and pushed back against Cel, wanting more. Celeborn gave him more, hands gripping him like a vice as he slammed into Eomer, whispering in Elvish words that the man did not know but understood anyway.

He leaned down to touch Eomer, to run those long fingers over him again and again. Eomer tried to tell himself that he wasn't himself, that it was fatigue, hunger, even enchantment that was driving him but he knew it was just the elf and his own desire.

**

Celeborn had not meant to be so affected by the man either. Everything about Eomer appealed to him in some primal way. He was so tight and so hot that the elflord's stoic control was rapidly slipping away. He rammed hard, grunting with the effort and holding on tight with one arm as he roughly handled Eomer's arousal with his other hand.

He felt his body tighten and he felt that delicious pressure building inside him. When his orgasm came, it was intense, breathtaking, shattering as he cried out wordlessly. He felt the warm, wet evidence of Eomer's pleasure again too as he leaned down to kiss and bite at the tender, pale skin of the human's back.

**

They lay on the elf's cloak, not saying anything at all. Eomer had his head on the elf's shoulder and he idly ran a finger down his hard, smooth chest.

"I should go tonight but..." Eomer said, letting his sentence trail off.

"I would like you to stay with me until tomorrow. I find your company most appealing." Celeborn smiled and kissed his forehead.

**

In the morning, both man and elf dressed and made ready to leave. They had eaten their goose and loved each other several more times before the sun rose.

As Eomer made ready to ride away, he said, "Tell me who you really are?"

Celeborn smiled at him and said, "My name? I am Celeborn and the elf-witch? She's my wife."

*****

Epilogue-

Several years afterwards, Eomer was a king and Celeborn was one of the few of his people left in Middle Earth. The responsibility weighed heavy on both of them.

Late one evening, Eomer stood out on a balcony and looked out at the plain. He had once lived here with his kin. Now he lived here with his wife and his son. He was King, something he had never wanted but a duty he would never shirk.

He saw a rider approach. He was alone, but he had a rider less horse running along beside him. Eomer moved closer to edge of the balcony to watch. Both horses were silver and the rider wore dark colors. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He knew who it was. He had to force himself not to run outside to meet the rider.

"Lord Celeborn, it has been many years since we last met." He forced himself to sound calm as he stepped out to greet his guest. His heart refused to be calm, pounding so hard that he heard it in his ears.

The elflord dismounted and clasped Eomer's arms in a warrior's embrace. "A long time ago, we talked of the fine horses of Rohan and how they were descended from the Mearas. There are few of such steeds left and I wanted you to have one. I wanted to make sure the fine horses of the elves and of Rohan are never forgotten. I have no need for more than one horse and I know he could find no finer home than here with you and your Rohirrim."

Eomer felt his eyes burn with unshed tears as the silver stallion whinnied and pawed the earth. He took the lead and nodded his thanks to the elflord, unable to say a word. He still stood holding the lead as he watched Lord Celeborn ride away. He let the tears fall finally.

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THE END

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