Story Summary:
When Theodred's true love comes to Edoras in
mourning, Eomer must deal with his own desires towards her. As her need
for his comfort increases, she must decide what role he will play in
her future. She betrays him with a lie that will change his life
forever but he must forgive her or sacrifice his happiness.
Warning: explicit consensual sex
Chapter Thirteen
Whispers in Elvish
Whispers in Elvish
The next evening at sunset, Éomer and Amrun were wed in the gazebo with only a small group of friends present. It was a beautiful night, with a perfect sunset that caused the sky to be tinted in shades of pinks and purples. Amrun wore a simple yet elegant dress. In all honesty, she did not care what she was wearing. She saw Éomer’s love and desire for her and felt beautiful. Aragorn performed a simple ceremony rather than the traditional lengthy service for a king, feeling that elaborate rites were not necessary here in Imladris without any other men present. Afterwards, Elrohir performed an Elvish binding ceremony with Elladan standing beside him holding Thengel, who silently watched, sensing the seriousness of the moment. Both Amrun and Éomer were pleased with the simplicity of the event.
Amrun cried throughout most of the ceremony, but for the first time in weeks they were happy tears. When their marriage had been blessed and they kissed for the first time as husband and wife, Amrun was happier than she had ever been in her life. Having Éomer back with her made her life with Thengel complete.
After the ceremony, the twins held a feast in their honor with only their friends present. Amrun made sure that Eresse and her friends were not invited. Aragorn and the twins each made toasts that made Amrun cry as Éomer smiled and kissed her. At the end of the evening, the couple hugged their friends and kissed Thengel goodnight before he was taken away to stay with his uncle. Then with a loving kiss, Éomer took Amrun’s hand and began to lead her to her cottage. Putting his arm around her waist, he drew her close and looked up into the sky. It was a breathtaking sight, with a full moon and thousands of stars, making Imladris look like a fantasy.
Glancing down at her, Éomer asked, “Are you going to be able to leave this beautiful place?”
Amrun gazed at the picturesque scene and sighed. “It will be difficult, but I will come back to visit.”
“Of course.”
“Then I can leave it. I have not seen many of the places I wish to visit like Lothlórien, Mirkwood, and Minas Tirith.” Amrun was quiet for a moment. “I have not asked how you think the Rohirrim will accept Thengel and I now that we are married. I am more concerned how my son will be treated. Are you certain there are no laws against the king marrying an elf?”
Éomer laughed. “If there were a law, which there is not, I would change it. I think you and Thengel will be accepted. The people have no choice in the matter, after all. We are married and you are their queen now.”
“We have come a long way from the day we met in the woods of Rohan,” she said with a smile.
“I will never forget that day as long as I live,” he laughed. “When you walked out of that water, I think my heart stopped.”
Amrun giggled. “I was trying to wipe that arrogant smirk off the faces of the two of you. It did work though.”
“Now you have me thinking of you naked,” he said with a mischievous smile. “I think perhaps we should hurry back to the cottage.”
When they walked in the cottage, she was surprised to find flower petals from the door to the bed, then covering the bed.
“Who did this?” she smiled.
“After Elrohir kidnapped you last night, Thengel and I had a little free time on our hands until the wedding. So we went looking for flowers. Thengel took apart most of them while we were picking them so I gave up and decided he had a good plan,” He smiled. “He took great pride in throwing these on the floor, I might add.”
“I am sure he did,” she said shaking her head.
Éomer took her hand and drew her into his embrace. Putting his hands on her face, he stroked her cheeks and said, “You are so beautiful.”
Amrun blushed and he smiled. He pulled her to him and kissed her lightly, and then more intently. He sucked her lip into his mouth and then kissed her again.
Watching her, concerned, he asked, “Amrun, what is it? You are trembling.”
“I am nervous I suppose,” she whispered. “Truthfully, I am terrified.”
“Why are you terrified?” he asked, confused.
“Because I have never been this happy and it is terrifying when you are not accustomed to it.”
“You need to become accustomed to it for I intend to make you very happy,” he said, before kissing her deeply again.
As he kissed her, he reached into her hair and removed the clip holding it back. It fell loose, a tumble of wild midnight cascading down her back. He buried his hands in her hair for a moment before he began to unlace the ties on the back of her gown.
With a grin, Éomer said, “Do you realize this is my first time undressing you? Last time you came to me already undressed.”
Amrun smiled and said with a nod, “Yes, well I decided being married in just a cloak would be somewhat improper, despite whatever convenience it might provide you.”
Éomer chuckled then resumed his struggle with the laces. As he did, Amrun unfastened his cloak, which fell to the floor. After a few moments, he laughed and said, “Is there secret elvish magic holding these laces?”
Amrun shook her head with a grin. Unfastening his tunic, she pulled it over his head. Unable to resist his tantalizing golden skin, she leaned forward and began to kiss him on the neck and throat while running her hands up his hard muscular chest. She could feel his frustration with her gown growing, so she stepped back and pulled it off her shoulders and down her body. She lowered her eyes, suddenly shy; knowing her body had changed with motherhood. While her stomach had regained its original flatness, her breasts and hips were fuller. Éomer reached out and drew her close to him, passion burning in his eyes. Kissing her neck and shoulders, he slid his hands down her back to cup her behind. She molded her body to his feeling his arousal. Tracing the outline of her delicate ear with his tongue, he felt her shiver.
Amused, Éomer asked, “Elves are very sensitive about their ears, are they not?” When she nodded, he smiled. “Any other secrets I should know about elves?”
Amrun returned his smile and whispered, “They have a weakness for the King of Rohan.”
Moving to the bed, he pulled the blankets back so that the flower petals fragrantly rained to the floor. He turned to her and, while she watched his eyes, she began to unfasten his breeches. Gently she pushed them over his hips, releasing his hardness. His eyes never left hers, he watched her steamily while he removed them. As he took her into his arms, his manhood rested like hot iron against her stomach and she felt a rush of heat flood her body. Easing her backwards to lie on the bed, he rested beside her with one leg draped over hers.
“Amrun, my beloved,” he whispered caressing her face.
She was overwhelmed with love for her new husband and tears glistened in her eyes even as she smiled at him.
“Éomer, my husband,” she said in a sultry tone.
For long time, neither spoke nor moved, just drinking in the sight of the other. Amrun reached out and ran her hand over his shoulder, relishing in the strength she felt. Éomer’s eyes lit with passion. His hand ran down her hip as he claimed her mouth again for a breath-stealing kiss. When he released her lips, he trailed hot kisses down her throat then lower to her breast. Amrun gasped when he captured a nipple between his lips, as he caressed her other breast with his hand. Whimpering with pleasure, she clutched his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh.
Since they had not made love in so long, their need was intense. Soon, he was lying between her thighs, moving to enter her. He sheathed himself inside her causing both of them to moan. Amrun had forgotten how good it felt to have him inside her. Propping himself up with his hands, he moved into her slowly and hungrily kissed her. Her body welcomed the powerful fullness that entered and filled her.
Passion subdued for years flared to an unbearable level. Amrun wrapped her thighs around his thrusting hips and allowed him to take her with wild abandonment. Gasping for breath in between heated kisses, she was moaning as she reached a shattering release quickly under Éomer’s passionate lovemaking. His tempo increased and she cried out in his mouth as she arched up to him. He once again moved into her slowly delaying his fulfillment, bring her to another climax before he groaned in blissful agony at the fiery culmination of their union.
Rolling to lay beside her, Éomer drew her into his embrace while they both recovered their breath. Amrun rested her head on his chest with her arm around his waist and enjoyed the sound of his heart beating rapidly. Unable to resist, she brazenly pushed him on his back and straddled his waist. He smiled as she leaned down to kiss him then proceeded to make love to him for nearly an hour. Finally they were exhausted and lay back on the bed beside each other stroking the other’s skin.
“I cannot believe we are married,” she said.
“Do I need to remind you again?” He smiled then sighed. “Never mind, I do not think I have the energy to do so if I tried right now.”
Amrun laughed and snuggled into his arms. It felt good to laugh after the week of tears.
Éomer looked down at her and said, “Gerich velethen, melethrilen.” (You have my love, my beloved.)
Amrun kissed him and he asked, “Did I say it correctly? Legolas taught me.”
“Yes, you said it perfectly.”
“Elladan tried to teach me other things, but Legolas thought they were best not taught in the presence of young ears,” he grinned boyishly.
“That was most likely wise,” she laughed. “Nach vaethor veleg.”
“What?” he asked with a smile.
“You are a mighty warrior,” she replied. “Meleth i guilen.”
“And that?”
“Love of my life.”
“I like that. You can say that one to me as often as you like,” he smiled before leaning down to kiss her.
“I am going to still speak to Thengel in Elvish so he does not forget,” she said.
“As long as you are not talking about me.”
“Gerich velethen, meleth i guilen,” Amrun whispered in his ear.
In response, Éomer pulled her to curl around him and they both fell asleep.
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They stayed in Imladris for three days after the wedding. When they were leaving the twins gave Éomer an Elven sword that had been blessed to protect him. Éomer was touched, because he knew how special Elven swords were. They also gave Thengel two swords and two bows. One full sized for when he reached adulthood and one for him to train with. Those were very special, for the bow had been one of Elladan’s first bows and the sword one of Elrohir’s first swords. Amrun was moved by their generosity and her heart grew tight at the thought of not seeing them for a long time.
Elrohir and Elladan also gave Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and Amrun many gifts both for themselves and their family, including Arwen. After saying farewell to the others, Elrohir and Elladan took Amrun and Thengel aside and said their farewells privately. Amrun promised to visit and they promised to come see her. She had seen them every day for years and knew how hard it would be to be separated from them, so she wept. Both Elladan and Elrohir had a difficult time letting Thengel go. Not understanding what was happening, Thengel laughed through all of the hugs. Finally, they all walked back to the group where Éomer had a horse ready for his wife. The twins started laughing. Turning around, she glared at them and hit each of them in their arm.
“What is it?” Éomer asked.
Elrohir said, “Éomer, do you remember how horrible she was at shooting a bow?”
“Yes, why?”
“She is better at archery than riding a horse,” Elladan laughed. Amrun blushed crimson and looked down.
“You let me marry this woman without telling me she still cannot ride a horse?” Éomer laughed. “You are the Queen of Rohan. You could not mention this?”
Amrun grinned mischievously. “I thought you would not marry me if I told you. Besides it will give us plenty of time to be close together,” she explained, holding up her hand.
Éomer took her hand as Elrohir helped her onto the horse in front of him. Shaking his head, Éomer said with a smile, “Is there anything else you forgot to mention?”
“I am a terrible cook as well,” she smiled.
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As they rode out of Rivendell, Gimli rode in the wagon with Thengel. Amrun was sad when they reached the Fords and she looked back at Imladris. Éomer, sensing her grief, pulled her closer and she smiled. Imladris would be there when she returned. She belonged with Éomer now.
Outside the borders, Amrun discovered that there were Gondorian and Rohirrim soldiers waiting for their kings to leave. Aragorn knew it would be best if they were not in the city and she was glad. She was already nervous about going back to Rohan. Thengel, however, loved all of the horses and soldiers. Eventually, he was begging for his turn to ride with them. Aragorn and Legolas each allowed him to ride with them for a while much to the boy’s delight.
Amrun tried to ignore the subtle looks of curiosity from the Rohirrim soldiers. She knew they wondered who she and Thengel were. Éomer met with the captain of the eored, Ceorl, before they set out from the Fords. Amrun did not know if Éomer told him about their marriage, but the whole company, as well as the Gondorian soldiers, treated her with the utmost respect. Thengel became fast friends with the men and they enjoyed the energetic child. At night, he preferred to stay in the tent with Legolas and Gimli due to the games that they would play with him. Éomer and Amrun silently wondered if the elf and the dwarf were not encouraging this to allow the newly married couple to spend time alone together. Grateful, they took advantage of every minute.
When they finally arrived in Rohan after several weeks, Amrun was exhausted. She knew now why she never rode horses. It was so tiring. In Edoras, they went straight to Meduseld. Gamling and Erkenbrand greeted them as they rode up and she recognized them as men who had also served under King Theoden. They looked at her strangely before bowing their heads to her. After greeting their king and his guests, they gave Éomer the message that Éowyn and Faramir should arrive within a day. Queen Arwen was coming as well to ride back with her husband. Aragorn smiled at the thought of seeing his wife soon.
“How did they know we were going to be here?” Amrun asked as Éomer led her inside.
“I sent a message to them a week before we left Rivendell. I knew Éowyn would want to meet Thengel,” Éomer said.
”So you had already made your decision to come to Rohan by then before we were married?” she asked, surprised.
“Yes, of course. We discussed this,” he said leading her into the great hall.
Amrun could not help but grow angry. “We discussed it but it was never decided that we would be coming so soon. I had no idea you were making plans for my son without discussing them with me first.”
“Our son,” Éomer corrected her, frustrated. Then he sighed, “Amrun, it is no longer a concern. Do not waste your energy being angry over a matter that has been already resolved. We are all tired and there is no reason to argue over this issue.”
Still angry, but not willing to continue an argument, Amrun looked away. “You are right. I am just tired and nervous about being here.”
Éomer’s brow furrowed at her response. “Why are you nervous?” he asked softly.
“I left here Theodred’s grieving love and I am returning with you and your son as your wife,” Amrun replied, her tone indicating that she thought her reasons obvious.
Éomer kissed her on her temple and smiled. “It will be fine,” he reassured her.
Éomer called for a servant named Léoma. Amrun watched a woman about twenty years older than Éomer approach with a broad smile. When she reached Éomer, she bowed her head.
“Welcome home, Éomer King,” she said pleasantly.
“Léoma, this is my wife, and your queen, Amrun,” Éomer said turning towards Amrun with a proud smile. Picking Thengel up, he continued, “And this handful is Thengel, our son.”
Amrun saw a flash of confusion cross the servant’s face before she recovered herself and bowed to her. “Queen Amrun, Prince Thengel,” she said in a stunned voice.
“Léoma was both Éowyn’s nanny and my own while we were young. When we moved here after our parents’ death, my uncle asked her to come with us to help us adjust. She has been with us ever since,” Éomer explained. Amrun could see a deep affection between the two of them.
“It is an honor to meet you, Léoma,” Amrun said shyly.
“Léoma, I would trust no other to assist Amrun as she grows more accustomed to life here in Edoras. She will need her own attendants, of course, but I know as much about the needs of women for their many attendants as I do about knitting, so I will rely on you to help her,” Éomer said.
“No, I do not need attendants. Do not trouble yourself,” Amrun replied embarrassed.
Léoma observed the shy wife of her king and saw one that was not of royal birth, and was, therefore, unused to the customs. She wondered about this as well as her son, who Éomer had called their child. Had her headstrong and impulsive king married a commoner who was his former lover and had given him a son? Éomer had always followed his heart, reacting with passionate conviction sometimes rather than common sense. The girl was beautiful, perhaps more beautiful than any Léoma had seen, but to marry a commoner was not a wise choice on Éomer’s behalf in her opinion.
Amrun turned to look at Éomer and Léoma gasped seeing her delicately pointed ears. Both Amrun and Éomer quickly looked at her, puzzled, so she was forced to smile and say, “I would not hear of my queen not having the proper attendants. Perhaps if it pleases you, I could assist in finding Thengel a nanny as well.”
Shaking her head, Amrun said, “I appreciate your kindness, but I prefer to take care of Thengel myself if he is not with his father.”
Éomer knew this issue was one to discuss at a later time, so he did not say anything about his thoughts on this matter. He knew that Amrun’s previous life had been far different from his and he needed to choose which issues were worthy of a debate and which time was best to debate them. For now, he knew he must allow her to settle into her new home and role as wife and queen before he pushed more changes upon her.
While Éomer stayed to speak with his men, Léoma took Amrun to the king’s suite, which consisted of three large bedrooms and a sitting area. There was a door that separated the suite from the hallway to the great hall. Amrun looked about herself, overwhelmed, because everything was so large and intimidating. Their two bedrooms were the size of her whole cottage in Rivendell and Thengel would be far away from them, even though his room was just across the hall. This was a different world than Imladris. All of the rooms seemed cold, even her new bedroom. It had none of the warm, cozy feeling his former chambers had. Servants were running in and out unpacking their belongings under Léoma’s instructions.
Like his mother, Thengel had grown shy in this strange environment. He was clinging to Amrun’s leg. Feeling she needed to get out of the hall for a while, Amrun decided to take Thengel for a walk. Exiting the suite, she overheard Éomer talking to his advisors and Aragorn. Not meaning to eaves drop, she stopped when she heard her name.
“My lord, you married an elf in Rivendell and the boy is to be your heir. Is that wise?” Erkenbrand said.
“The boy’s name is Thengel and he is my heir. And she is my wife and your queen,” Éomer said irritated.
“Forgive me, my lord,” Erkenbrand said quickly sensing Éomer’s temper.
“Prepare a feast the night that Queen Arwen and my sister arrive. We will celebrate my marriage and Rohan’s new queen and prince,” Éomer said and began walking towards their suite. Passing a servant, he ordered their supper to be brought to his suite.
Amrun ducked back inside and waited for him, her mind racing. She knew this was just the first of many questions he would be asked about her.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Éomer entered the room. Not noticing her uneasy silence, he played with Thengel for a while. Their games did not last long. Due to the long trip, Thengel soon crawled into Éomer’s lap and fell asleep. Amrun carried him to his room and tucked him into the very large bed. Looking around the room, she hoped Thengel would not grow frightened if he woke up during the night. She came into their bedroom leaving both doors open so she could hear him if he cried.
Éomer had not heard her come in. He was taking off his dusty travel clothes and she watched him, admiring his rugged form with a smile. Soon servants came in with a hot bath. Amrun was surprised to see Éomer casually wrapped only in a towel in front of them.
When they left, he said with a smile, “Do you want to join me?”
Amrun shook her head.
Finally registering her mood, he took a step towards her and asked, “What is wrong?”
Amrun glanced down at her clasped hands. “I suppose it takes time to adjust to the servants and the big rooms,” she tried to sound casual as she shrugged it off, feeling foolish.
“It is very different here than in Rivendell, I know,” he came to her and kissed her. “But hopefully you will feel like this is home soon.”
She looked at his bare chest a moment and then looked up into his eyes. “To be honest, I am not comfortable with you almost bare in front of female servants,” she said frankly.
Éomer smiled until he realized she was not teasing him. “I never really thought about it because I have been doing it all of my life.”
“I know, but you are my husband now and I do not want other women looking at you. Any women. Ever. At least not that naked,” she grew even more uncomfortable and said, “Besides many kings are known to bed servants.”
“Fine. For you, I will order the room cleared before I bathe and dress. I suppose this means I cannot have my mistress in the room next door?” He laughed at her horrified expression. “I am only teasing you, my sweet. There is no other nor do I wish for there to be anyone but you in my heart or in my bed.” Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her deeply. He pulled away and was relieved to see she looked less unsettled.
Éomer got in the tub and, while he was bathing, she walked over and began washing his hair while raining kisses across his face. She was happy when it was just the two of them together, or the two of them with Thengel or their friends, but when outsiders intruded, she became uneasy. As she was kissing him and helping him bathe, another servant walked in with their supper, leaving the tray on a table nearby. Amrun stopped what she was doing and looked over at the servant.
When the girl left, she said, “I do not like this. I cannot have others walking in and out when we are alone. Are they going to walk in when we are making love?”
Éomer smiled at her anger. “My sweet, that is my fault. I did ask the food be brought to our rooms. But I will talk to them and tell them the queen does not want them to come in without warning.”
“No, you will tell them when the door to the hallway is closed, they are not to come in at all unless they are ordered to do so. I do not want to feel like I have to be constantly on guard for intruders and I do not think I would be comfortable parading around nude in front of them as you do.” She sulked as she got on the bed.
As if to prove her point, another servant walked in with another tray. Jumping up, Amrun left and went into Thengel’s room. She was sitting in a chair in his room when Éomer came in wearing only a loose pair of pants. Taking her hand, he led her into the other room. Wrapping her in his tight embrace, he sighed.
“It will take some time to get used to, but I want you to be happy here. We will work it all out. The servants are not accustomed to your presence anymore than you are theirs. Once they know what you expect, they will comply without question. Just be patient,” Amrun nodded and he bent down to kiss her. “Are you hungry?”
Shaking her head, Amrun said, “I am just tired, I suppose.”
Éomer lifted her and put her on their bed. Leaning down he gave her a quick kiss and said, “Go to bed. I will eat, then join you.” When he started to pull away, she grabbed him and gave him a loving kiss. “Keep kissing me like that and the servants might be treated to a surprise before I warn them not to come into our bedroom. Besides you are tired. You should sleep tonight.”
“Are you are weary of me already?” she whispered sadly.
“No! I am trying to be a good husband. You are exhausted, so no matter how much I want to make love to you tonight, I want you to get some rest,” he smiled and kissed her again. “But I am not weary of you by any means.” Éomer helped her get undressed and she slid under the covers. After many kisses, he finally pulled away and sat at the nearby table to eat. Amrun tried to stay awake and wait for him but eventually fell asleep before he had even come to bed.
Amrun woke up the next morning and he was sleeping beside her completely nude. He was lying on his stomach with his arm across her waist and she slid his arm off her stomach. Straddling his back, she moved his hair and began to kiss him along his neck and down his back. Running her hands over his muscles, she smiled. She knew he was a ruggedly handsome man to others, but to her, he was perfection.
While she was rubbing his back, Éomer said in a voice, thick with sleep, “That feels nice.” She smiled as she continued to massage his back. Deciding she wanted to make love, she leaned forward and began to kiss and suck on his neck. He chuckled and started to roll over.
Suddenly they heard a small scared voice saying, “Nana? Ada?”
Leaning forward Amrun kissed him and whispered, “Tonight you have no excuse.” He chuckled again as she moved away from him.
“Thengel, Nana is here,” Covering up with a blanket, she reached down and pulled him on the bed. He was crying. “What is it?”
“I woke up and you were gone and I did not know where you were.” He was obviously terrified by the distance between them and the size of the rooms. Lying back on the bed with him sitting on her stomach, she said, “I will always be here, Thengel, right across the hall.”
Recovering quickly, Thengel smiled and climbed away onto Éomer’s back. “Ada, wake up.”
“No, Thengel, it is too early. Lie down and go back to sleep,” Éomer said trying to roll the child off his back onto the bed.
“Ada, I want to go ride the horses again,” Thengel persisted. Éomer groaned and struggled to wake up.
“Thengel, we have been riding horses for days. Are you not tired of them yet?” Amrun asked with a motherly smile.
“No,” he said rocking back and forth on Éomer’s back.
“He gets his love of horses from you, not from me, so you must handle this,” she smiled.
“I go from sweet caresses to being jumped on by a naughty child.”
Éomer grabbed Thengel and held him down while he tickled him. Then he looked at Amrun regretfully. “But I cannot take him to the stables. I have meetings all morning, most likely all day. He will have to stay with you.”
Somewhat disappointed, Amrun slid off the bed and got dressed before Thengel noticed. Then she went outside their suite and asked the servants to bring a bath for them. As she and Thengel bathed, Éomer dressed then left to meet with his advisors. Walking out to the great hall Amrun and Thengel were greeted by Legolas and Aragorn.
“Where is Gimli?” Amrun asked
“Sleeping. Dwarves are naturally lazy,” Legolas smiled and they all laughed.
After they ate breakfast, Aragorn and Legolas entertained her and Thengel. Amrun looked at Aragorn and asked, “Do you ever get used to it?”
“What? The bowing, the servants, the constant waiting on me hand and foot?” Smiling, Aragorn said, “No, but it does have it’s rewards. The hard part was breaking the servants and the men of their old habits that Denethor had instilled.”
Amrun looked over at Legolas and said, “It is certainly a different world from Imladris.”
Legolas nodded. “I was rarely called Prince Legolas before I came to Minas Tirith. They do not even call me that in Mirkwood.”
“Since you are only a prince and I am a queen, does this mean I outrank you now?” she asked with a grin.
Legolas shrugged. “You know as well as I do that the Kingdom of Men is so far below the Kingdom of Elves that no, I outrank you both.” They all laughed again.
Amrun noticed that everywhere she went, people would bow to Aragorn and both bow and stare at her or just stare at her without the bow. She found herself pulling her hair down over her ears, self-conscious.
Legolas watched her and said, “Amrun, do not do that. Do not be ashamed of who you are. You will teach Thengel to be ashamed.”
Amrun nodded and said softly, “I am not ashamed of who I am as much as I fear being shunned because of who I am. I suppose my mother taught me early on to hide my elvish traits to be accepted by Men.”
“If you do that, then they will expect you to do that. You should expect them to accept you no matter what,” Aragorn said sternly.
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Amrun did not see Éomer until late that afternoon. Thengel was sleeping in their bed and she was lying there thinking. Éomer came in quietly and gave her a kiss.
“I have been wanting to do that all day,” he smiled. Then he looked at Thengel playfully. “I was going to ravish my beautiful wife, but she is in bed with another.”
Ignoring his jest, Amrun whispered, “How has Rohan fared without her King?”
Éomer only sighed. Seeing he was tired, she took pity on him. Sitting up, she pulled him to sit on the bed and began to rub the tense muscles of his back and neck lovingly.
“Sometimes I wish I was still Third Marshall of the Mark. I love some aspects of being the King, but not all.”
“I am glad you are the King,” she smiled kissing his neck. “You look very handsome in the ceremonial armor.”
“Having you here is both a blessing and a curse. I love to think of coming back to you at the end of the day but at times during the day, I want to walk away from it all and make love to my wife.” He smiled.
“You are the King. You can do what you want,” she whispered kissing him again.
“Not with the prince sleeping in my bed I cannot.” Moving off the bed, he turned around and pulled her to him. “But I can still do this.”
Bending down, Éomer kissed her deeply. His kisses inflamed her desire and she felt frustrated that they had to wait yet again. Pushing him away from her, she slid off the bed. She grabbed his hand, pulled him down the hall to the sitting room and drew him to her while shutting the door. Knowing they had little time, they did not stop to remove most of their clothes. She unfastened his breeches while they kissed continuously. As soon as his manhood was free, she began to stroke him and he moved to pull up her skirts. He lifted her up and rested her back against the wall as she wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Éomer thrust into her in one stroke. They both moaned, kissing even more passionately. He began to thrust into her hard, pushing her against the wall as she cried out.
“You feel so wonderful,” he moaned.
Amrun did not answer as she began to kiss down his throat. When his movements sped up, he slammed into her with long strokes. He muffled her cries with his kisses. Her climax was so forceful, he felt it inside her and groaned as he followed her soon after. When they both were sated, he released her mouth and they both gasped for air.
Éomer smiled at her and said, “Now I will be thinking about this for the rest of the day.” Kissing her he continued to hold her until they both got uncomfortable in their position. He set her down to the floor gently and she began to redress him while still kissing him. As soon as they were both dressed, they heard talking outside the door and she smiled.
“Good timing, my lord.”
“They can wait a minute,” he said closing his mouth over hers and thrusting his tongue inside her hot mouth.
Eventually, Éomer pulled away from her and opened the door. Walking out to the other room, he found a few servants in Thengel’s room and asked them to meet him in the main hall to discuss Amrun’s requests for privacy. Amrun came out soon after and checked on Thengel, who still slept soundly. Éomer kissed her flushed cheeks and went back into the main hall much more relaxed.
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