Posted: September 2003
Title: Eomer and the Elf-Witch
Author: Alex
Fandom: Tolkien
Genre: FCHet
Characters: Eomer/Galadriel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from the use of these characters.
Warnings: None
Beta: Larian Elensar
Author's Note: Who would not want an Eomer?

Summary: Galadriel finds beauty in the young King.

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She saw him standing on the battlements and she knew who he was.

He was the one who feared her, called her elf-witch, spat her name like poison.

He was quite beautiful, she thought as she watched the night air blow his golden hair. It was not straight and silky like an elf's but it still looked as if it would be pleasant to touch.

"Hello, Eomer of Rohan." She said with her throaty voice.

He whirled around, battle ready. He had not heard her approach. His eyes widened as he realized just who she was.

"I am she, the elf-witch of Lothlórien, but I think you know that already."

He was speechless. She was beautiful, tall, slender, blond, and majestic in her bearing. She was no witch. He could see that now. She was royal, a queen, an empress. He bowed to her, not from duty but because she was what she was.

She smiled at him.

He could not say a word. The King of Rohan was dumbstruck by Lady Galadriel.

"Will you walk with me, King of Rohan?" She offered her arm to him. He felt like a big awkward oaf as he took it. They walked down to the corner and looked out over the city of Minas Tirith. "You miss your home, I think."

"I miss my uncle, my cousin. My family has paid much for this victory."

She stopped and looked up into his face, using her free hand to smooth an errant lock of hair back. "We have all paid a great price, young one. But our hope lies with men like you, strong, brave and true. You are the future, my handsome Rohirrim. Even if you did seek to fight poor Gimli for defending me."

She smiled mischievously as Eomer blushed.

"I am sorry, My Lady. I did not know. I had not seen an elf and from the time we were small children, we were told of the elf-witch. I--."

"It is of no consequence. You had never seen an elf because we hid in the woods and secret places we made for ourselves here in Middle Earth, refusing to acknowledge that we were still a part of this world. We were stubborn and foolish."

"I find it hard to believe you have ever been foolish."

A sad look crossed her face. He put his arm around her shoulder then jerked it back, amazed at his own audacity.

"I rather like your arm there," she mused as they stood there. He shyly slipped it back around her, letting it drop to her waist.

"Will you leave soon?"

"In a year, maybe two. The Ringbearers will sail to the West. My granddaughter and grandsons will stay. My husband feels no call to the West. He will abide here for a time. I will go. Already I begin to fade."

She continued, "It is men like you who will shape the future, strong, fair thinking men. Your sons and those of the other men... they will be the keepers of the future."

"I feel a loss at the leaving of the elves, My Lady, which is odd seeing as how I never knew any elves before Legolas. I wish now I had." He smiled at her, his dark eyes gentler than she would have thought for a warrior. But then her husband was the gentlest of elves and as fierce a warrior as Arda had ever known.

But he looked at her like a man, too, with an interest that was not just about witches and elves but in Galadriel as a beautiful woman. She knew that he would not touch her of his own accord. The question was, should she encourage him or not?

Galadriel had lived through three ages and had not been with a human. But this one, he tempted her beyond any she had met before. She put her hand on his cheek, feeling his beard and the soft skin above it. She pulled his head forward and felt his mouth touch hers. His lips were soft and he was hesitant as he put his arms around her, pulling her gently into his embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning lightly against him but still able to feel his muscular body.

"King Eomer," she spoke in a deep whisper, her lips barely touching his, "I would ask a boon from you."

"Anything in my power to grant you, My Lady. I find that I am your slave."

She smiled at him and pushed a lock of his long hair back again. "I would have you love me in the moonlight. I would see the stars in your eyes."

Eomer felt panic and delight and more than a little fear. "But my Lady..."

"Shhhhh." She pressed a finger to his lips. "For just this one night, we will pretend that we are in an enchanted castle far from all. Tonight we will just be Eomer and Galadriel."

Eomer felt this breath almost leave his body. He could not even wrap his mind around the idea of meeting an elf woman and now she asked him for this. He started to protest again but she kissed him, silencing his objections.
His body was not as daunted as his mind was, responding to closeness of the elf woman in his arms.

He ran his hands through her long blond hair, amazed at it silken softness. He moved his kisses to her ear, running his tongue over the outer shell up the delicate little point and was a bit surprised when she moaned and grasped his shoulders, pressing her body against his.

It was his turn to shiver when she ran her warm hands under his tunic behind and kneaded his muscular back. He gasped aloud at what she did next, sliding her hands inside his trousers and caressing his naked skin. When she slipped one hand around front, not yet touching his arousal but rubbing the tender skin of his stomach and slipping her hand back under his waistband, he took her mouth in a consuming, powerful kiss.

His hands were not still for long either, pulling her closer still, wandering up her back and coming to cup her face, a thumb rubbing each silken cheek as he kissed her yet again.

"Shall I spread my cloak, My Lady?"

"Yes..." He was amazed that she seemed as breathless as he did.

He was glad that the darkness shielded her from seeing how hard his hands shook as the unfastened his deep blue cloak and spread it on the cold stone floor. She added hers on top of it and as he watched, she unfastened a hasp on the shoulder of her gown and let it fall from her body to the floor in a silky heap.

Her skin was alabaster in the moonlight, her body slender as a reed but definitely all female. Eomer tried not to stare but she was like a goddess, yet here she was, warm and waiting for him. He reached out and touched her creamy shoulder, running his hand down her arm and taking her hand in his big, rough one. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it then turned it over and kissed her palm, an act that seemed as intimate somehow as a kiss on her lips. That came next as he pulled her naked form into his arms and kissed her as his hands finally became bold enough to cup her breasts.

Galadriel moaned as his thumbs teased her nipples to achy little peaks. She backed up a step and drew him toward their cloaks. He put shaking hands to removing his simple tunic. Her eyes widened at his broad chest with its sprinkling of hair. He radiated power, both male and royal as his hands unfastened his trousers and slid them down equally muscular legs. Heat pooled low in her body as he stood back up straight, his thick cock standing proud and ready against his stomach.

He looked into her eyes and moved toward her, taking her into his arms once more and kissing her, pressing every inch of his perfect body against hers.

"On the cloaks, my King," she whispered to him as she drew him back. They lay down now, she on her back and him beside her. He kissed her lips and finally dared to kiss lower, kissing the white shoulder he had caressed then let his tongue trail down to her soft creamy breasts. Her breasts were not large but they were also not the breasts of a maiden. Her nipples were full, the nipples of a female who had born and nursed children and Eomer suckled gently on one until he and Galadriel both were moaning in pleasure. She tangled her hands in his hair and arched her back as his mouth found the other breast.

He pressed his erection against her hip; she felt the warm wet tip touch her and she slipped her hand down to touch him. He was thick and hard and he too arched into her hand as she wrapped her hand around him.

His hand was busy too, finding its way down her abdomen. She parted her legs for his questing fingers and whimpered when he found the tiny nub that told him she-elves were much like human women. She was wet and ready for the fingers that slipped inside her.

"I need you now, my Lady," he whispered as he pressed himself against her, moving his hips to increase the friction of his naked skin against hers. He got up on his knees and moved down between her legs and taking himself in hand, he slid his cock inside her, all the way inside. She was warm and wet and so tight that he could barely move.

But he moved anyway, slowly and gently at first, as though he thought he would hurt her. She urged him to move faster with her hips and her hands, until they both found a rhythm that felt right to each of them. Eomer supported his weight on his hands on either side of her and leaned down to kiss her, his tongue moving in and out of her mouth in the same rhythm as his powerful thrusts.

Galadriel's eyes sparkled in the moonlight as she felt the tiny shudders begin deep inside with every long thrust. Her body began to tighten and pull Eomer deeper and deeper. He was too aroused to be able to go much longer.

"My Lady," he moaned almost desperately.

Galadriel cried out as her body shuddered hard around the King of Rohan, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through her as she watched Eomer, his head thrown back, his eyes half closed as he cried out her name and filled her with his warm seed.

When he was spent, he lay down on top of her with his head on her chest. She smoothed his hair back and held him.

After a bit, she said, "I am getting chilled. Perhaps we could go to your room to discuss matters of state further."

"As you wish, My Lady." He helped her up and since his room was close to where they were, they wrapped their cloaks about them and sneaked to Eomer's chambers with their clothing under their arms. Once in his room, he picked her up and deposited her in his bed. Sometime near morning, he looked over at her resting form and smiled. If she were an elf-witch then he wanted to be enchanted again and again.

Gimli was right about her. Absolutely right.

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THE END

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