Warrior's Lament

Part 1

Posted: May 2003
Title: Warrior's Lament
Sequel to: House of Elrond
Type: FCS
Author: LadyHawksShadow
Characters: Haldir/Eomer
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM, graphic sex
Beta: Larian Elensar
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. The story is fiction.
Summary/Notes: Eomer faces his inner feelings when he meets Haldir prior to the Battle of Helm's Deep

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Chapter One: The March Warden's New Pet

Eomer and his men reined their horses and stared from the top of a grassy knoll in shocked wonder at the scene below them. A thousand Elves camped at the base of the hill. Every one of the Elves wore elaborate armor and helms and bows. Eomer turned wide brown eyes to his second.

"Either the Elves of Lothlorien are invading the Mark or they are coming to our aid."

"Let us hope for the latter," his second answered, awe choking his voice. "As brave as our men are, even they would be hard-pressed to defend against those bows."

Eomer nodded. "There is only one way to find out. Ride!" He whipped his arm forward, urging those who rode with him down the hill. The thunderous sound of horses was nearly deafening as the riders ringed their leader, spears couched in their stirrups, and advanced on the Elves.

A cry went up among the Elves as the Horsemen of the Mark thundered down the hill. They had already noted the riders and waited expectantly to see what the men would do. Reacting quickly, the Elves formed up with bows drawn and formed a defensive perimeter. Their leader, March Warden Haldir, quickly stepped forward, a hand raised to hold his lines while he assessed the situation. He drew his bow once he was sure his Elves were in position and ready to defend themselves.

Eomer halted his mount mere feet from where the Elves stood and found himself staring from atop his horse at the wrong end of a bow with a tall, blond Elf holding the string.

Eomer held his temper and raised his hands slowly away from his sword. "Well met, friend."

"If indeed you, are," the blond responded, his blue eyes never leaving the human. "Name."

"Funny, I was about to ask you the same. You trespass on my Uncle's lands." Eomer allowed a hint of arrogance to shine through his words, liking not at all the high handedness of the Elf. "We do not take kindly to war bands marching across our borders without permission."

A finely arched brow raised a fraction. "Is that so? How do I know you are not a spy of Sauron or Saruman?"

"I am the Third Marshall of the Mark, Nephew of King Théoden. Lower your bow and identify yourself, you arrogant Elf, before I throw you down in the grass and thrash you." Eomer completely lost his patience and his temper in equal measure. At the sound of his voice, his riders lowered their spears so that the Elves faced a ring of sharpened metal and wood.

"I am Haldir, March Warden of Lothlorien. I have come in response to Lord Elrond's request for aid against Saruman's armies." He lowered his bow by a mere fraction and inclined his head in such a manor as to suggest a King greeting his subject.

Relaxing now that he had a name and a reason behind the Elven march, Eomer smiled, showing off his perfect white teeth. "Well met, then, Haldir and welcome to Rohan." Eomer slipped off his great war horse and extended a hand to Haldir in the traditional warrior greeting. As quickly as it had appeared, the bristling ring of steel tipped spears vanished.

Uncertainly, Haldir accepted the arm; ready to offer a greeting of his own when his tongue was stilled by an electrical charge that ran from his fingertips to his brain and back down to his groin. He stared hard into the deep brown eyes of the one who called himself Eomer and tried to breathe. Never in all his long years had he felt anything like this coursing through his body and he had no idea how to react. He covered his uncertainty with his customary arrogance. "Allow me to offer you our hospitality."

Eomer laughed harshly at the Elf's conceit. "Nay, Guardian, we do not need your hospitality on our own lands. We camp here tonight. Set up a perimeter and watches."

"The Stormcrow comes! The Stormcrow!" One of the Mark riders near the rear of the company stood in his stirrups and pointed to a man astride a magnificent white stallion.

Eomer spun and stared in disbelief as the elderly man brought his horse to a standstill and dismounted. Eomer felt a mixture of relief and panic. Stormcrow, as the Eorlingas called him was not always a welcome sight. This time, however, Eomer hoped it would be different. "Hail, Gandalf. What news do you bring?"

Gandalf turned and smiled grimly at Eomer. "I have been looking for you, Eomer of the Rohirrim. I have much to tell and little time to tell it. Haldir, old friend. I am glad to see the Elves."

"Gandalf? I was told you had fallen into shadow?" Haldir managed to make the statement sound like a question. He was surprised and pleased to see the wizard and considered his presence nothing shy of a good omen.

"Tis a long tale, Haldir, my friend and one day soon I shall tell it. For now I have not time and need to impart grave news to you before I leave. I am glad," he added, "to see that Elrond was able to gather so many willing to fight to save the Mark."

Haldir laid his hand to his breast and bowed. "The honor is ours." Haldir managed to inflect just enough condensation into the phrase to make sure everyone understood theirs' was a volunteer corps.

Eomer ordered campstools to be brought and both Elven and Rohirrim forces backed away, giving the trio privacy. Gandalf gave Eomer news of his uncle, King Théoden, and of Wormtongue's banishment. At last he got to the news that was most important to Haldir and Eomer. "We need all our forces gathered at Helm's Deep. Already Saruman's armies from Isengard march for The Hornburg and Théoden has all his forces save those with Eomer there. I need for the Elves and those with you, Eomer, to march as quickly as possible to their aid."

"Do we know the size of their army?" Eomer asked.

Gandalf frowned. "They are rumored to be ten thousand strong."

Eomer and Haldir gasped and shared shocked looks. "How many are now at The Hornburg?" Haldir asked.

"Not enough," Eomer answered. "Not nearly enough."

"The Hornburg has never been taken," Gandalf reminded the Third Marshall. "We will have to trust in fate and your people. In the meantime, I have other business that cannot wait and I must be going. You are not the only forces who can come to the aid of the Rohirrim." His cryptic message left neither Haldir nor Eomer comforted. Gandalf rose from his stool and clasped both men on the shoulders. "I will leave you two to work out your strategies. Make haste, Eomer, if you wish to be in time to save the Rohirrim. When you reach The Hornburg, I will be waiting to fight by your side." Gandalf whistled sharply and Shadowfax trotted tamely to his side.

After Gandalf had ridden away, Eomer looked sideways at Haldir. He noticed the beautifully sculpted muscles beneath finely crafted armor and wondered what it would feel like to be embraced by the strong arms. Touching a suddenly dry tongue to his lips, he turned away from Haldir and spoke to the darkening horizon. "I did not see horses in your camp. Do you go on foot?"

Haldir looked down his elegant nose. "If you are worried about the Elves matching pace with you, Marshall of the Mark, let me assure you we can and will arrive in time to meet Saruman's forces."

Eomer half turned, a frown marking his features. "These are my people, Haldir of Lothlorien. All you stand to lose is your cursed pride. I could lose everything I have in this coming battle."

Haldir inclined his head. He had rarely met a human who so willingly spoke his mind and he found the idea somewhat refreshing. Disturbing, true, but also refreshing. "You are correct, Marshall of the Mark, the Elves have nothing to lose. We have no reason to ride to the aid of the Rohirrim except memories of past alliances." The not so subtle reminder that Haldir and his forces were strictly there as a courtesy was intended to set Eomer in his place. Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect.

The Elf, Haldir, made his blood boil. The arrogance was beyond even what Eomer knew of Elves and he longed to wipe that smirk right off the pretty face. Yet, not all of Eomer's reaction was anger based. He thought back to the brief contact when he'd dismounted his horse. Beneath his breeches, his member stirred at the memory. He had been far too long alone and in the saddle, he concluded. "Why then are you so eager to arrive at the Hornburg, Haldir, Guardian of the Golden Wood? Why have you and your Elves marched at the behest of Lord Elrond of Rivendell? Go back to your damned wood, Elf, if you wish." Eomer panted with the force of his anger and his impotency. He felt helpless and lost, unsure of himself and his ability to make a difference against ten thousand Uruk'Hai.

Haldir bristled like scalded cat and blue eyes flashed dangerously. "You insult me, Marshall of the Mark," he warned. "I do not take kindly to such."

"Nay, March Warden, it is you who insult me. I welcomed you to my Uncle's lands with open arms, as a warrior and a comrade in the upcoming battle against this evil infecting our realms and at every turn you make sure to remind me that you are doing us a favor."

"Like most Men, you talk when you should listen." He turned on his heel and took a step towards his Elves when a hand on his shoulder suddenly spun him around and he found himself nose to nose with Eomer. "Unhand me, Man." He hissed softly.

Eomer was unprepared for the scorching heat of Haldir's gaze and all most released the Elf. Instead, he followed his first instinct and punched Haldir squarely in the jaw. "This is how a rider of the Mark responds to insults, come they from Elf or another man."

Haldir was completely unprepared for the fist that took him in the jaw and sent his head snapping back on his neck. He straightened slowly and wiped the blood from his split lip. With reflexes that could only be described as lightening like, Haldir gripped Eomer by the throat. "I did not travel all this way to be abused by a Man."

Eomer tightened his throat muscles, trying vainly to find room to breathe. Haldir's grip was unbelievably strong and Eomer had really not anticipated such a swift reaction. He let his eyes say what his mouth could not. Mostly, that Haldir could take his volunteer forces, their bows and their arrogance and shove them in a distinctly uncomfortable place. Eomer began to see spots and felt his brain turning to mush as the Elf slowly raised the Marshall until his feet barely grazed the earth.

"Do not ever again lay hands on me, Man, for allies or no, Lord Elrond or not, I will kill you." He released Eomer and shoved him away. Haldir motioned his own Elves back, showing them that he was fine. What was between he and Eomer had nothing to do with the fight to come between Saruman and the Rohirrim. He pushed between the Men of the Mark and left Eomer standing in the middle of the field and ordered his Elves to make ready to march for Helm's Deep.

Forced to focus on his mission rather than the golden locks and blue eyes of Haldir, Eomer turned to his men, nearly stepping into the wall of spears they'd established when Haldir had grabbed their beloved leader by the throat. "We march for The Hornburg. King Théoden awaits our forces against the Uruk'Hai." He turned and watched as Haldir and his Elves began jogging across the plains. "Ride!" He countermanded his previous order.

One hand continuously clutched his bruised and aching throat as he rode. His erection was almost painful and he wondered at himself. What kind of sick man found pleasure in being put in a stranglehold by an annoyed Elf? His fierce scowl kept most of him men at a safe distance from their leader.

Though Eomer knew that sometimes his warrior's took comfort in each other's arms, he had never been one to indulge. He was not opposed to the idea. He had simply never met another warrior who tempted him. Suddenly, though, he found himself wondering what it would feel like to have Haldir's strong arms around his waist. He wondered, too, how it would feel to take the Elf in his mouth. He wondered how he would taste. Eomer shook his head in dismay. He couldn't believe the directions of his thoughts and felt both disgusted and ashamed of himself. His erection, which had grown as his fantasy progressed, pressed painfully against his saddle. He squirmed and twitched and tried to focus on something less pleasant than Haldir's beautiful blond hair and muscular body.

Dusk turned to evening and evening gave way to night. At moonrise, Eomer halted his riders and their tired mounts. As unusual as the Mark's horses were, even those proud beasts could not travel forever without rest. Eomer could not afford to lose any horses to ill use and ordered an hour's rest. The men, he knew, all so needed the break. While his men were stout hearted, even they could not ride all the way to The Hornburg in one night. In fact, Eomer calculated, it would take three nights to reach the fortress; they should, if all went well, arrive on the morning of the third day. Eomer hoped he and his forces would arrive in time.

They had passed the Elves hours ago and Eomer wondered if the Elves had stopped for the night. He had no doubt that the legendary Elven stamina would serve well in the open country, but he could not believe that even Elves could run all night without rest. He was just turning to one of the riders to order him back to check on the Elves when a cry went up. Eomer stared in wonder as the line of Elves topped the crest of a small rise and flowed down the hill, spilling over the grasslands like a black wave. The Elves made no sound as they ran through the grass. They were like ghosts, pale and ethereal, without substance. Eomer rubbed his bruised throat. Oh, they were substantial enough.

He'd spent the day and most of last night in the saddle and his muscles were sore from the abuse. He had been surprised to see the Lothlorien Elves and had, at first, suspected them of treachery. The Marshall of the Mark dismissed his uncharitable thoughts as quickly as they entered his head. The Elves had been allies of the Men before and, though the alliance lay in ruins, neither of the groups held open hostilities towards one another. Eomer only hoped that this alliance would prove to be more long lasting and have more tangible results. Eomer stepped away from his men and held up a hand, palm out, signaling for the Elves to halt.

Haldir, seeing Eomer meant to lead his Elves past, but thought better of it. He and Eomer had gotten off to a wrong start and, loathsome as he found it, Haldir knew he must make some show of camaraderie. Lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel had sent him to aid the Men and to antagonize them would be to antagonize those whom he held in high esteem. Though he cared not what the Man thought of either him or his Elves. Haldir motioned the Elves to halt, knowing that they would welcome the rest. Theirs was a world of trees and ropes, not rolling open land. A respite would be beneficial in the long run and would not serve as too late a delay.

"Marshall," Haldir stopped in front of Eomer and placed one hand above his heart.

Eomer removed his plumed helm. Dark blond hair spilled from beneath the metal and he shook loose strands from his brown eyes. "I wished to apologize, Haldir of Lothlorien. It is not the custom of my people to insult those whom they call allies." The apology was difficult to deliver, but Eomer felt he had no choice. The Elf was annoying and insufferable. But he was an ally. A desperately needed ally.

Haldir's cold blue eyes focused on the man standing so humbly before him. An unbidden image of Eomer naked and kneeling at his feet flashed through Haldir's mind. "I accept your apology," he replied. "How long will your men rest?"

"For an hour, no more, and then we will ride again. I hope to reach The Hornburg on the morning of the third day."

"You will be too late," Haldir observed. "Can your men not travel any faster?"

Eomer took a deep breath and held it. He could feel an angry flush creeping up his face, but he refused, absolutely refused, to allow Haldir to bait him. "We will not be too late, Guardian. My men and I will be at the battle with the rest of the Eorlingas." He sketched the barest bow to the Elf and stalked away to his men.

Haldir watched him walk away in silence. The Man's pride amused him. Haldir considered Eomer. The Guardian wondered how long it would take to break him. Haldir strode over to where his Elves rested.

An hour later and the riders remounted their horses. In their customary fashion, they galloped in a close pack. Eomer rode at their head. For the first few miles, the Rohirrim and the Elves stayed abreast of one another but the horsemen pulled ahead. Just after moonset, Eomer again called an hour's halt. This time, however, when the Elves appeared on the horizon, he did not flag them down. And when they stopped near the Rohirrim riders, Eomer did not approach either the Elves or their conceited leader.

After his men had rested, Eomer ordered the march and they again started over the rolling plains. Despite his best efforts, Eomer could not stop his mind from wandering. He cold smell and taste the Elf in his dreams. His waking dreams were even worse, for then he could see as well. His sore muscles were no refuge from his fantasies and the hardness of his erection. Nothing he tried worked. Nothing he did worked. No matter how much he thought about the problems facing his men, or his country, his mind always returned to Haldir. He wondered what it would feel like to be beneath Haldir. He wondered what it would feel like to be inside Haldir. His mind, usually, cringed at the idea. He had never been with a man before and he wasn't sure, despite the lust he felt for Haldir, he was up for that challenge.

Haldir ordered his men to halt. He knew they needed a few hours' rest since they'd come from as far away as Rivendell in only a handful of days. Though Elven stamina was legendary, they did have limits and Haldir knew his Elves were at the breaking point. He gave them leave to find soft spots in the sweet smelling grass and unfurl bedrolls. Haldir moved his a little away from the others, even out of earshot of the sentries. He needed privacy. He needed time to think. He needed…relief.

Once on his own, Haldir quickly lay down on his pallet. He wondered at Eomer's temper and lack of fear of him. Few Men did not fear Haldir. Indeed, there were even Elves that quaked when his ire raised. Never before had a man had such an effect on him. First the electric tingle when they greeted each other, warrior to warrior and now, this.

As his hands slipped down his chest to his cock beneath his legging, Haldir bit down hard on his tender lip, bringing forth a font of blood. He half closed his eyes and imagined what it would feel like to have Eomer's rough tongue licking and sucking his lip. Haldir groaned softly as his hand brushed the tender head of his cock. In his mind's eye, he could see Eomer leaning over him, gently grazing his lips with those incredibly white teeth. Haldir could feel the soft beard scratching at his throat.

The March Warden's hand moved slowly up and down on his cock, smearing pre-come from the tip. His other hand stroked his erect nipples, pinching and squeezing then alternately until he lay on his pallet panting. He trailed his fingers from his nipples to his naval and dipped the tip of his index finger in to the puckered opening and gently pushed until he felt a tingling that went clean through him and down his groin. His head fell back and he kept the pressure up against his naval as he other hand pumped furiously on his heavy cock, stroking faster and faster. When he could stand it no longer, he removed his finger from his naval and let his hand drift towards the small opening at his ass.

Quickly he inserted a finger in to the small hole and wriggled it past the tight ring. His cock leapt in his hands and he gave it a gentle squeeze. He slid out his finger and then slid in two, bucking his hips and pushing his cheeks against his wrist. He inserted a third finger and began fucking his own ass. Haldir worked his cock hard and fast, letting his thumbnail graze the tender head while his hips bucked and rocked in time to his own ragged breathing.

"Eomer," he cried softly as white milky fluid spilled in to his palm and across his belly

So the night and the following day passed. Eomer kept the brutal pace until the evening. Near the noon hour he sent outriders to hunt for their evening meal. When he felt the horses and men could go no further, he halted them and gave them leave to make camp. The hunters returned with deer and rabbit slung over the pommels of their saddles. Grasses were gathered and pits dug to roast the meat.

During this time, Haldir and the Elves arrived. He fanned them out along the edges of the Rider's camp, setting up his own perimeter. The exhausted Elves were glad for the rest. Though they did not tire as easily as the other races might, the Elves were not invincible. Even they needed rest. While his troops set up camp, Haldir decided this might be a good time to discuss strategy with Eomer.

"Eomer of the Rohirrim, I would speak with you now concerning the upcoming battle." Haldir approached through the men and horses, calling out to Eomer as he did.

Eomer, who had been issuing commands and seeing to the needs of his men, paused and gave Haldir a look that would have withered a Man where he stood. Not so the overbearing Elf. Haldir only came up to Eomer and stood in front of him, as if Eomer were his subject. "Are you sure your Elves can stand the delay? We would not want you to miss the battle." Eomer said with more venom than a snake.

Haldir's nostril's flared ever so slightly. "We will arrive in time, Eomer. I hoped that we could work out a way for you to be there, as well."

Eomer's vision began to cloud with a red haze. Ally or no, he wanted to kill Haldir. "As you can see, Guardian, I am busy taking care of my men. Would not your Elves benefit from your presence?"

"My troops do not need my attention. They know their duties." Haldir stepped back a single pace. "You tent is the best place to discuss our strategy. We do not need the input of the rest of your men." Haldir watched with great amusement as Eomer's eyes smoldered with unleashed anger, turning from warm brown to deep amber-gold.

Eomer flung his helmet on the ground and turned to the men standing near him. "See to the horses and equipment. I want to be prepared to ride again at moonset. When the meat is ready, bring some to my tent. Make sure to bring extra, for my 'guest'." He turned to Haldir. "Follow me." Your highness. He led the way to a small tent that had been set up for him. The canvas structure was not designed to accommodate more than two men and the confines were closer than Eomer would have liked. In fact, Middle Earth was not large enough to accommodate he and Haldir.

Eomer closed the flap and watched as Haldir surveyed the warrior's tent. Against one oiled canvas wall was a narrow cot covered with sweet grass beneath two lightweight blankets. A small table and campstool, both collapsible and easily transportable, dominated the center, near the pole. Inside, the air was close, nearly stifling, and illuminated by a single oil lamp hanging from the main pole.

Haldir scuffed his foot on the bare floor, taking note of the lack of luxury. The sparse setting indicated an individual who did not mind doing without. A man who was rugged and capable and not inclined to being waited on hand and foot. A man who was his own boss. Haldir found the scene aesthetically disturbing. His Elven senses craved light and color and softness. "Surely a man of your stature could afford to equip himself with better quarters."

Eomer's tongue slithered out and touched his full lips, his brain working feverishly to formulate a suitable reply. Deciding the Elf was not worth the effort, Eomer settled himself on one of the stools and motioned for Haldir to take the other. "You wished to discuss strategy. I do not think we have to worry about appropriate battle plans. My only goal is to reach The Hornburg. King Théoden will tell me where my men will be most helpful. I am sure he will welcome your archers and make great use of them."

Haldir declined the campstool, preferring to stand, giving him an advantage over Eomer. "If we arrive in the middle of a battle?"

"A rear assault-"

Haldir's mind went from thinking of battle tactics to imagining Eomer naked beneath him, taking the full length of his cock deep in his ass.

"-When will you and your Elves depart?"

Haldir's thoughts returned to the tent. "We will travel with you, as always."

"Do you not fear missing the battle?" Eomer's expression was speculative, but his tone was nasty.

"There is more than one battle, Eomer of the Rohirrim." Haldir settled on the campstool at last. He folded his hands over his broad chest and exhaled softly. "Let us end ours, hm?"

"You are appreciated far more than you know. 'Ere long, we shall need every able body we can get." Eomer hedged. He felt a tension emanating from Haldir that he did not understand.

Haldir titled his head. "Let us end this sparring match, Eomer. You feel it as well as I. There is a pull between us, an electricity that I felt the moment you clasped my hand."

Eomer could not believe his ears. Did the Elf mean a sexual attraction existed between them? He could not believe Haldir's gall. Never had he been so insulted. He leapt to his feet. "Maybe such is common among Elves, Haldir of Lothlorien, but not among the Rohirrim."

Haldir rolled his eyes. "Stop, Eomer. You know as well as I that there is a physical attraction between us. To deny it is ludicrous. I find the idea as uncomfortable as you do, I assure you. I have never desired to bed a Man. As a whole your kind are not attractive. I do not understand why I cannot remove the image of your naked body from my mind, but there it is. I know you feel the same."

Eomer's jaw slowly relaxed. He could not believe the Elf. More to the point, he could not believe he agreed with the Elf. He did want Haldir. Maybe that was the problem. He'd felt an electrical charge that had nearly left him unable to think and, after their brief fight, his erection had been unbearable. Only long hours in the saddle had ended his torment. Though not in a way he would have liked.

With reflexes to quick for Eomer to see, Haldir reached out and grasped Eomer beneath his leather armor. Fingers grazed Eomer's erection and retreated before he had time to draw breath. "Do you deny this?"

"I have not had a woman in a long time," Eomer adjusted his leggings. "Tis the excitement of up coming battle, not your-ah-dubious charms."

Haldir did not miss the implied insult. "Dubious charms, Eomer? My charms have never been found lacking. You do not like that I can dominate you."

"Dominate me? I am no man's-or Elf's-whore."

Haldir 's sharp ears detected footsteps outside the tent and he backed away, figuratively and literally, from Eomer. Taking his stool, Haldir composed himself just as the tent flap opened, revealing a warrior in sweat stained leather armor. In his hands, he carried a wooden platter of venison swimming in wild herbs, onions, and rich juices. The aroma filled the tiny tent. Eomer spun, his face a mask of fury and the warrior blanched.

"Dinner," Eomer stated as he reached for the platter. "Thank you." The warrior passed the platter forward and retreated with barely a nod to either Eomer or Haldir. Eomer dumped the platter on the table without a word and sat down on his own stool. "You will have to forgive our crude amenities, Guardian of Lothlorien, as warriors we dispense with full courses and fancy tableware."

Haldir stretched his hand to the food and gingerly picked out a slice of venison. He held it between his thumb and forefinger and placed it in his mouth. The meat was hot, but not too, and tender. Haldir licked his fingertips without ever taking his eyes from Eomer. "Delicious," he said.

Eomer swallowed and tried to shift without being obvious. His traitorous body strained against his breeches and he was glad he was sitting so that Haldir could not see how truthful his observations were. "I'm glad it meets your satisfaction. I feared we would again be found lacking."

"You are not lacking, Eomer," Haldir softened his tone, realizing he was pushing the Man too far. "Here." He selected another slice of meat and held it towards Eomer's lips.

Eomer went to accept the morsel, but Haldir quickly pulled back his hand. "Ah, no, my pet." He extended his hand again, working hard to maintain his solemn expression, as Eomer frowned.

"Pet?"

"You do not wish to be my whore. Perhaps being my pet suits you better." Haldir smiled.

Eomer's breath caught at the softness of Haldir's voice. Always before, his voice had been cold, authoritative, and full of arrogance. This however was different. This was the voice of a lover. Soft. Gentle. Warm. Still in command. Hesitantly, Eomer leaned forward; his eyes locked on Haldir's blue gaze, and allowed the Elf to slip the venison between his lips. Fingers brushed the full bottom lip and Eomer sucked juice from the tip.

"Hmm…much better, my pet." Haldir selected another slice and held it up for inspection. "Come here." With his other hand he beckoned Eomer to him.

Lost in a hazy world of desire and curiosity, Eomer found himself unable to disobey the order. He rose and went to Haldir, waiting expectantly for whatever the Elf would say next.

"Kneel," Haldir commanded. When Eomer sank gracefully to his knees, Haldir laughed. "You are all most as graceful as an Elf, Eomer. Loosen your hair for me."

Eomer reached up and unclasped the tiny clip holding his long blond hair back from his forehead. He shook his head and the locks slipped forward, partially covering his face. Haldir reached down and brushed the errant locks aside. The hair was not like Elven hair, which was fine and thick and soft. Eomer's hair was thick, true, but the feel was coarser, springy to the touch. Haldir's hand moved to Eomer's beard and stroked along his jaw, feeling the unusual texture of the facial hair. He'd never before felt anything like it. Finally remembering the meat in his hands, Haldir held it forward for Eomer.

Eomer's mouth opened slightly and he allowed Haldir to slip the bite between his teeth. At the last second, he closed his mouth, locking the Elf's fingers between his lips. Haldir inhaled sharply and Eomer felt a pang of pride that he could so easily get a reaction out of the Guardian. He relaxed his mouth and allowed Haldir to reclaim his hand.

"Does my pet wish to play?" Haldir purred. His eyes glittered with desire and lust.

Eomer slanted a glance at Haldir and said nothing.

"Undress for me, pet," Haldir ordered. "I want to see how a Man looks unclothed."

Eomer got to his feet. "I cannot undress myself. The armor.." He allowed his words to trail off. He unbuckled the straps he could reach and then waited for Haldir to decide what to do next.

Seeing no other way out but to help Eomer pull off the heavy leather armor, Haldir rose and turned the human around to get at the rest of the straps. He pulled the armor piece by piece from Eomer's body. He took his time, walking around the Man slowly, admiring the form. As the armor hit the floor, Haldir paused. He lifted Eomer's tunic and felt the soft springy hair covering the Man's chest and licked his dry lips.

"Remove your tunic and leggings." He ordered, unwilling to wait any longer to see the Marshall unclothed.

Eomer tugged his under tunic over his head and dropped it to the ground. Without the long tunic, Eomer's erection was plainly visible beneath his trousers. His cock strained against the snug laces. Eomer reached down and removed his boots and kicked them aside. Then he slowly untied the laces of his pants, releasing his cock by degrees, enjoying the expression of delight on Haldir's face.

Haldir tried not to lick his dry lips. His palms itched with the need to touch the Man. To run his fingers again over the whorls of hair on his muscular chest. He needed to touch darker blond curls nestling Eomer's cock. He needed to feel the facial hair brushing against his thighs, he stomach, as the Marshal swallowed his cock.

"Down," he ordered, pointing to a spot on the ground between his feet.

Eomer dropped and waited expectantly, secretly delighted in the way Haldir assumed control, removing all decisions from his hands. When Haldir reached down and pulled his head forward so that it rested against the bulge in his pants, Eomer sighed. He'd never been on bottom before and he enjoyed the feeling of having someone take charge.

Haldir pulled up his tunic, exposing the laces of his breeches. "Watch." Eomer's eyes widened as Haldir pulled his head up and back so that he was forced to stare up at the tall Elf. Elven armor, designed to be put on and taken off without help, landed in a heap near Eomer's own bulkier armor. The silken shirt beneath the armor was slowly pushed up, revealing the bulge in Haldir' pants where Eomer had been resting his head. Tentatively Eomer raised his hands, intending to place them on Haldir's hips.

"Don't." Eomer lowered his hands. "Place them behind your back." Eomer put his hands behind his back, locking one hand around his wrist. The muscles of his chest gleamed under the oil lamp. Eomer was a fine specimen of a Man, with his long blond hair brushing his powerful shoulders that ended in a lean stomach. Narrow hips flared into thighs made strong by years of horseback riding. He looked positively sexy kneeling in front of Haldir with his hands laced behind his back.

Haldir lifted one leg and placed it on Eomer's shoulder, pushing himself against the Man's face, while he unlaced his boot. Eomer found his nose pressed to the gentle curve of Haldir's cock and inhaled deeply. The Elf smelled differently from Men. He smelled of clear springs and warm sunshine. Eomer dared to open his mouth a tiny fraction, nuzzling Haldir. The scruffy hairs on Eomer's face penetrated through the thin cloth and Haldir grunted. He had known the feel would be unusual, but he had not expected it to feel so sensual. The Guardian raised his other foot and placed it on Eomer's shoulder and removed that boot as well. The whole while, Eomer kept his fisted hands behind his back and his parted lips against Haldir's erection. Haldir straightened and placed his barefoot on the ground, though he did not move away from Eomer. The tamped grass beneath his feet tickled and scratched.

Haldir slid his hands up his under shirt, exposing his muscled abdomen inch by inch. He splayed his fingers, letting them roam up and over his chest while Eomer watched. His fingers touched his own nipples and his hands stilled for a moment. Then he took them in his hands and pinched. Haldir couldn't resist a smile as he watched Eomer bite down on his lip. At last the tunic was removed and lay near Eomer's clothes. Haldir braced his hands on the back of Eomer's head and pulled him in a close embrace, grinding his erection into Eomer's face through the cloth of his leggings.

Eomer trembled in Haldir's embrace. His cock bobbed as he rocked against Haldir. He panted and moaned, wanting to taste the Elf and frustrated because he could not. Unable to continue, Haldir reached a hand in front of Eomer and unlaced his breeches, freeing his cock. The heavy member brushed against Eomer's cheek and Haldir gasped aloud at the feel of the beard brushing him. When Eomer moved to lick Haldir, he did not stop him. Instead, he wrapped his long fingers in Eomer's hair and pulled him hard up against his belly.

Eomer choked and gagged as Haldir's cock was brutally thrust in to his mouth. He had never had a man inside his mouth and, at first, he was awkward and uncertain. As he relaxed his jaw, allowing Haldir to slide all the way to the back of his throat, Eomer swallowed and felt Haldir shudder. He shifted his weight, settling back on his calves, and began to slowly suck and swallow. He pushed forward, trying to get more of Haldir in his mouth, tasting his sweetness. He moaned against Haldir as the Elf thrust in and out of his willing mouth.

The heat of Eomer's mouth on Haldir's cock was unbearable. He held the Man as close as possible and rammed his cock deep between the full lips, past strong white teeth, and all the way to Eomer's throat. The scratchy beard felt exactly as Haldir thought it would: soft, scratchy. It tickled. It sent shivers racing through his body every time it came in to contact with his stomach and thighs. He dug his toes in to the soft earth as he came closer and closer to climax. He drove himself right the edge before pulling out of Eomer's wet mouth.

Eomer, unwilling to let go quite so easily, tried to follow Haldir's delicious cock. He licked his lips, tasting sticky precum. He turned his face up, staring at Haldir. "What did I do wrong?"

Haldir stroked the bearded chin. He pulled Eomer to his feet. "Come here." Taking Eomer by the hand, he led him over to the campstool. Haldir sat and pulled Eomer to him, placing his hands on Eomer's ass. "I want to know what you taste like, my pet." He flicked his tongue experimentally against the head of Eomer's cock, tasting the warm droplets pooling on the slit. He smacked his lips. Men tasted much better than he thought they would. He ran his tongue up the underside of Eomer's cock and delighted in the gasp the action elicited. He pulled Eomer closer, taking the full length of cock in his mouth, swallowing until the head brushed back against his throat. His hands pulled open Eomer's ass and one finger played with the tight opening.

At the brush of Haldir's fingers against his entrance, Eomer's ass instantly tightened and he jerked away from the Elf's grip. "No." Rage glowed in his eyes. "I will not whore for you, Guardian."

Haldir's head tilted to the side, his blond hair sliding along his shoulder. "You will do what I tell you, pet, or accept the consequences."

"I will give you warrior's comfort." Eomer breathed heavily. "No more." He no sooner got the words from his mouth than he felt himself jerked forward and flung over Haldir's knees. He could feel Haldir's muscles bunch beneath his chest and stomach as his weight rested on the strong legs. Haldir's cock brushed his side. "What--?" He began, but got no further as a palm, calloused like a warriors and still unbearably soft, slammed down on his bare ass. He yelped, not in pain, but in surprise.

Twice more Haldir's palm connected with Eomer's bottom, each time leaving an ugly red imprint. Haldir watched as the flesh of Eomer's ass whitened and then turned red where his palm landed. Unlike Elves, the Man had a soft down of hair on his ass and the feeling against his palm as he spanked Eomer was erotic. He shifted so that Eomer's cock fell between his knees and he clamped them around the distended member. Eomer groaned.

"You will obey me." Smack. "I will not tolerate your insolence." Smack. "Disobedience has consequences." Smack. "Do you understand me, Man?" Smack.

Eomer panted, unable to think, unable to answer. He was surprised. He was embarrassed. He was unbearably aroused.

Smack. "Answer." Smack.

"Yes." Eomer breathed, he ass on fire and beginning to sting from the blows being delivered by Haldir.

Smack. "What?" Smack.

"Yes, Master."

Haldir's hand rested lightly on Eomer, delicately tracing the red marks his hand made. Eomer shivered at the touch. Fingers pulled Eomer's cheeks open and Haldir stared at the small ring of flesh protecting the Man's most intimate secrets. He put a finger in to his mouth and sucked while he stared. Eomer's virginity was a source of amazement to the Elf. He had never considered that the Man had never had another warrior in him. But, then, that was the problem with Men. They lacked imagination. He took the digit from his mouth and circled Eomer's ring. When he moaned, Haldir pushed his finger all the way inside.

Eomer inhaled sharply and tried not to flinch as the finger entered him. He'd never been invaded so and he had to work hard at keeping his body loose. He knew Haldir would have his way and Eomer only partially desired that he should not. The finger inside him curled and brushed a tender spot that Eomer did not know existed. He went rigid and a cry of pure pleasure was torn from his throat. "Haldir," he panted, unmindful of his master's desire not to be addressed by his name.

Haldir began sliding in and out of Eomer, deftly brushing the nub with each stroke. Eomer began to moan and wriggle on his lap in such away that had Haldir panting with him. Another finger entered Eomer's ass, stretching him wider. Eomer's feet dug into the ground and he bounced his hips up and down on Haldir's lap. Haldir allowed Eomer to fuck his thighs while he plunged his fingers in and out of Eomer's ass.

After a few minutes, he felt Eomer's body tightening. "Not yet, pet." He placed on hand on Eomer's hips to still them and extracted his fingers from the tight ass beneath him.
He pulled Eomer upright and gently kissed his lips. "On your knees, my pet."

Eomer swallowed hard and stared deep into Haldir's eyes. "Please," he begged.

Haldir's eyes darkened. "Do you mean to disobey?"

Eomer cast his eyes down and climbed from Haldir's lap. He turned his back to Haldir and braced himself on all fours. He bit his lip as he felt Haldir's hands spread his cheeks. His muscles tensed as he prepared for the invasion he dreaded. Instead, he felt Haldir's wet tongue enter him. His breath caught in his throat as the tongue rolled inside him, plunging quickly out and thrusting back in. He found himself rocking back, silently begging for more.

When Haldir thought the Man was finally ready, he rose up and positioned himself behind him. "Relax," he soothed. He placed the head of his cock against Eomer's opening and felt the Man's body tighten. He stroked Eomer's back, lovingly trailing his fingers along strong muscles. As Eomer relaxed, Haldir pushed forward with his hips.

Eomer bit his lip until he tasted blood as the March Warden pushed in to him. A keening sound came from deep within him, as he was ripped open. His shoulders shook and he fell forward so that his forehead rested on the cool earth. He tasted the salt of his tears and was humiliated at his weakness. His fingers gouged furrows into the dirt.

Haldir held still, waiting until Eomer accepted him. He knew it would take a few moments for the tight recesses of the Man's body to accustom itself to the unfamiliar feel of cock. He leaned over Eomer, whispering sweetly in Elvish. He nipped Eomer's shoulder, stroked his chest and back. When Eomer finally raised his tear-stained face, Haldir began to rock back and forth. He angled himself so that he brushed against Eomer's prostate. Eomer's head snapped back and his hips pushed against Haldir.

A long hiss came from Eomer. "Yes," he breathed.

Haldir knew that was his signal and he began pumping Eomer harder, pulling out and slamming back in with so much force the Eorlingas fell forward. Haldir gripped Eomer's shoulders and held him firmly while he fucked his ass hard and fast. He felt the tightness of Eomer, the heat, and had to work hard to keep from coming. Eomer braced his hands and met Haldir stroke for stroke, adding his own formidable strength to the thrusts. He felt Haldir shudder once and then hot cum scalded his insides. He bit his lip in frustration.

Haldir pressed himself to Eomer, holding him while he emptied himself deep inside the tight warmth. He felt sated and relaxed. Beneath him, he could feel Eomer's frustration building. Were there time, he would let the Marshall stew in his own unfulfilled desires. But he could not be so cruel on the eve of battle. He lifted himself away from Eomer. "Turn over," he ordered.

When Eomer obeyed, he pushed open the hairy legs and knelt between them. Taking Eomer's cock into his mouth, licked and sucked, rolling his tongue along the sensitive vein. He squeezed the sac at the base of Eomer's cock and then placed a single finger deep inside him. Eomer arched his back, silently begging for release. Haldir took the head of Eomer's cock between his teeth and brutally assaulted the tip with his tongue, jabbing and flicking the small opening with the tip of his tongue. He tasted Eomer and moaned softly. Elves were sweeter to the palette, but something about the way the Man tasted drove Haldir crazy.

Eomer's head thrashed from side to side. He twined his fingers in Haldir's soft hair, seeking closer contact. He spread his legs wider, relishing the feel of Haldir's fingers brushing that spot deep within him that made his blood race and his cock leap. He felt the lava boiling within him. He held on, waiting for permission.

When Haldir knew Eomer could take no more, he raised his head ever so slightly. "You may cum, now," his breath brushed the swollen cock, rustling the hairs surrounding it. Her shoved a second finger inside the Eorlingas and pushed hard against the prostate.

Eomer's body went rigid. He cried out, his voice ringing beyond the confines of his tent. He did not care. He spilled his seed down Haldir's throat.

Haldir swallowed every drop. He removed his fingers and pressed them against Eomer's hips, holding him still. When Eomer stopped shuddering, Haldir let his flaccid cock slip from his mouth and gently licked him clean. Haldir got to his feet and quickly donned his clothes. Too sated to do more than watch, Eomer said nothing as the Elf quickly dressed.

He leaned over Eomer and dropped a light kiss on his the tip of his nose. "I shall see you at Helm's Deep, my pet, and you shall properly show your gratitude for my aid."

"Yes, Master," Eomer's eyes sparkled.

The Elves pulled out two hours before moonset and Eomer led his men after them.

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