Title: A Mortal Love 3

Author: Morgana (morganalebeau@yahoo.com)

Website: http://www.oocities.org/morganalebeau/

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A Mortal Love

By Morgana

 

Chapter Eleven - Decisions

Gamling's return later that night disturbed Haldir's sleep. The Man appeared in the doorway and gestured for Haldir to join him. Haldir frowned; why would Gamling want to talk to him again? He thought they had covered everything in their last conversation.

Carefully he disentangled himself from Éomer's embrace. Éomer reached for him, refusing to let him go. The Man remained asleep, but his dreams now turned restless. Haldir gently took hold of Éomer's wrists and rolled his new mate onto his side, tucking the blanket in around his form. "Stay here. I will be back shortly." He knew Éomer was asleep and couldn't hear him, but maybe his voice would soothe him and help him to go back to a peaceful sleep.

He padded over to the doorway, tempted to glare at Gamling for interrupting their sleep, but couldn't pull it off. Coming to a stop in front of the steward, he waited impatiently.

"I regret disturbing your rest," started Gamling in a heavy tone, "but we caught two of Grima's spies, who were still lurking inside the Hornburg. I suspected some of Grima's pawns had remained behind in the hope he would return, and I started hunting them down. I caught two of them, but more lurk around."

Haldir's eyes narrowed. "Grima's spies?" The mere mention of that hated name made him angry. "And you caught only two of them?"

"Grima gathered a handful of despicable creatures around him. Many of them hide inside the keep's walls and rarely show themselves. And then there are Grima's guards. I already banished most of them from Rohan." Gamling quickly cast a look at Éomer. Finding his former charge sound asleep, he said, "I do not know what their plans are. I doubt they will come for Éomer, but -- It is a well known fact that Éomer challenged Grima before Gandalf arrived. Who knows what last instructions the snake left."

A fist closed around Haldir's heart. "I will guard him closely. He won't go anywhere without me close." His hands turned into fists, showing his anger and distress. "If that snake tries to hurt him again..."

Gamling nodded approvingly at Haldir's protectiveness. "I will tell Éomer's personal guards to take up position in the corridor. The Rohirrim won't fail their leader. They admire him for his courage and cunning."

Haldir's gaze shifted from Gamling to Éomer. "Why did you tell me and not him?"

"I know the emotional turmoil he is in. He went through the same thing when we found him in Grima's room as a child. He needs time to mentally recover before he can hunt down Grima's allies. In the meantime, you, as his mate, should perform that duty for him."

Gamling's expression told Haldir that the steward expected him to keep Éomer safe, and he nodded once, letting Gamling know he would defend his mate with his life.

"What should happen to the spies we caught?"

Haldir considered the question. "If we lock them away, Grima's remaining spies might free them. I want them out of here. Banish them. Double the guards, if that is possible, and search the Hornburg."

Gamling nodded once. "The battle left us weak, but I will manage the search. And the snake's spies will never set foot within the Hornburg again."

Their eyes met and Haldir felt confident that Gamling would do his best to expose the traitors. "I vow not to leave his side."

Gamling smiled, pleased. "When he chose to bond with you I doubted his decision, but now I realize he chose wisely." He bowed his head in respect and left.

Haldir cocked an eyebrow. Gamling was quickly becoming a trusted friend. Turning around, he headed back to the bed where Éomer was stirring from his sleep. Not so long ago he had nearly rebelled when Celeborn and Galadriel told him about aiding the people of Rohan. He hadn't been thrilled to fight alongside Men, but he had followed his orders, like he always did, and had led his men here. Now he found that his opinion of Men was changing.

Éomer opened his eyes, blinked, and tried to focus on Haldir towering over him. For one short moment the Elf's body posture reminded him of Grima and he stifled a yelp. The long, silver locks became his anchor; it was so very different from Grima's hair. He reached out a hand, realized it was shaking, and pulled it back, embarrassed at letting his distress show. "Why did you leave the bed?"

Haldir, seeing the haunted look in Éomer's eyes, slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

Éomer elbowed himself into an upright position and watched Haldir closely. "I thought I heard Gamling's voice."

Haldir nodded once and opted for part of the truth. "He wanted to make sure you were resting."

"Then he knows I fled to the tower. Before Grima was exposed it was the only safe place for me to hide." Éomer's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Gamling always worries about me."

Haldir disliked seeing the beaten look in Éomer's eyes. "Allow him his worry. It shows what a good friend he is."

Éomer looked into Haldir's eyes, searching for emotions, which he found in surplus. "I need time to get used to your changed attitude."

"I know that." Haldir smiled. "Would you like to go back to sleep? It is still the dead of night." Haldir settled down, propping himself up on his elbows to study Éomer.

"We should probably go back to sleep; I have a lot to do in the morning. Théoden is gathering his men to march for Gondor and I --" Éomer wasn't even sure he could join Théoden; what if Haldir hadn't completely recovered yet? The Elf seemed to be getting stronger, but how would his still-mending back react to riding on horseback? They would have to stay here whilst Théoden's army marched for Gondor.

"When will Théoden leave?" Haldir's thoughts had followed similar lines.

"Tomorrow at sunset." Éomer already knew the answer, carefully looking at Haldir. The Elf needed more time to recover. If they set out tomorrow evening Haldir would collapse sometime during the first few days.

Haldir knew he was recovering more quickly than he should due to the growing affection between them, but he doubted he would regain enough of his strength to leave for Gondor that quickly. Éomer was a warrior at heart and would hate staying behind at Edoras. For Éomer's sake he would try to keep up with the rest of them during their march. Maybe if he went on horseback he wouldn't slow them down.

Éomer placed a trembling hand on Haldir's arm. "Your health comes first, and we both know you are still recovering. Théoden and Aragorn will march to victory without us."

"But our place is with our men. You should lead the Rohirrim into battle and I what remains of my Elven archers." Haldir resolutely shook his head. "We will leave as well. We cannot stay here when we are needed."

Éomer realized he had to be the voice of reason, even if it meant staying at Edoras. "You nearly died in the last battle you fought. How much chance will you stand fighting Sauron's armies after an exhausting march? I cannot allow you to do this."

Usually Éomer's tone would have set off his temper, but this time the concern in the Man's voice was too obvious to ignore. "We will decide tomorrow evening."

Éomer raised an eyebrow at Haldir's tone. The Elf obviously considered this topic closed. "We will go back to sleep then."

Haldir nodded, rolled onto his side, and raised an arm. Seeing Éomer's knitted brow, he smiled cockily. "I want you close when I sleep." He knew he sounded arrogant, but that way Éomer would be close in case one of Grima's spies dared to sneak into their rooms.

Éomer considered protesting, but there was something in Haldir's expression that made him comply. He lay down facing Haldir, not comfortable yet with feeling the Elf behind him, and allowed Haldir to wrap his arms around him. "I won't hold anything against you if we decide to stay."

Haldir smiled. "Making sure I won't feel guilty?"

Éomer shook his head. "I never met anyone who is --"

"Complex? Charming? Cocky?" Haldir flashed Éomer a stunning grin. "And that is only a fraction of my excellent qualities."

Éomer's eyes had widened at Haldir's tone, but then he grinned, realizing Haldir was teasing him. "Well, you are cocky... And complex, that much is true, but charming? I have not seen a charming side to you yet."

Now it was Haldir's time to pretend to be stunned. "I am not charming? I must try harder then, but -- You are in my arms, are you not? That must mean you like me." They had bantered before, but now the tone was very much different. It was a loving tone, and the expression in their eyes teasing.

"Like you?" Éomer played along. "I hardly know you."

"I will court you and make sure you get to know me -- and my excellent qualities."

"You -are- arrogant," teased Éomer softly. Their friendly bantering was making him feel safe and it kept his thoughts from returning to Grima. Repressing his memories had kept him sane as a child. After Hama and Gamling had found him, he had kept silent for weeks, doing his best to forget Grima had ever touched him, but now those memories were finally surfacing and that scared him. Why was he no longer able to lock them away?

Haldir caught the change in Éomer's eyes and nodded slowly. "Enough of that. We should sleep now."

Éomer sighed softly. /Sleep. The snake disturbs my sleep./ But Grima's hold on him seemed to lessen whenever Haldir was close. He moved a little closer to the Elf, but still maintained some distance.

Haldir noticed the hesitant movement and kept his embrace loose, so Éomer could pull away when he wanted. Éomer's eyes closed, and he marveled at the Man.

"Stop looking at me like that! I cannot sleep that way." Éomer stared accusingly at Haldir. "I thought you wanted us to sleep."

"Elves sleep with their eyes open," said Haldir. "It amazes me to see you sleep with your eyes closed. It is a sight I have not yet grown used to yet."

"I know you sleep with your eyes open." Éomer swallowed nervously. "I watched you."

"You watched me?" Haldir felt pleased that Éomer was that interested in him. "Then allow me to watch you sleep tonight."

"But you should sleep as well."

"I will -- eventually."

Éomer knew arguing wouldn't get him anywhere and gave in. He rested his head against Haldir's shoulder and sighed contently. Suddenly, Haldir began to stroke his hair, and the gesture took him aback; he hated acting like a child which needed to be soothed so it would go to sleep, but Haldir kept up the soothing motion, and it finally lured him into sleep.

Pleased, Haldir continued to stroke the dark blond mane.

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Legolas had been awake for hours, and from where he was resting he could look out of the window and watch the sun rise. He would have left the bed long ago, but Aragorn was holding him tightly; the Man lay spooned behind him and had wrapped arms and legs around him as if he was afraid Legolas would leave. Legolas smiled contently. Last night had surprised him, but he wasn't complaining. It was more than he had hoped for.

Deep inside his heart he had always known Aragorn loved and desired him as well, but it was good to see that love finally proven. But what would happen now? They would leave in the evening and face Sauron and Saruman's armies again at Gondor. /I need to keep him safe; Aragorn's survival is my primary concern. He is the only one who can defeat Sauron and destroy the shadow./

Aragorn moved behind him, shifted, and pulled him even closer whilst releasing a deep sigh. The smile remained on Legolas' face, realizing the Man was finally waking up.

The warm body in front of him felt comfortable and familiar, and Aragorn deeply inhaled the Elf's musky scent. Last night they had taken the first step in their new relationship, and there was no turning back now. "Have you been awake for long?"

"A few hours," admitted Legolas, "but I enjoyed you holding me so I did not move."

"I enjoy holding you as well." Aragorn moistened his lips and lifted one hand to bury his fingers in a sea of golden hair. "About last night..." His voice trailed of as words deserted him.

Legolas pressed closer to Aragorn, expressing his approval of their current situation. "I always hoped this would happen, but your love for Arwen held you back."

Aragorn licked the skin beneath his lover's ear. "But she has set me free now that she is sailing for Valinor." A sudden unease made his heart contract. "Legolas, you are not leaving as well, are you?" The Elf had never mentioned it, but he had to be sure. He had already given Legolas his heart; he had to know it was safe with his beloved.

Legolas considered the question, as it deserved an honest answer. "I will not sail for Valinor as long as you live. I cannot say what will happen after you... die."

That was good enough for Aragorn, but being reminded of his mortality hurt. "You will mourn my death one day." Elves were eternal beings. Legolas would still be there long after his lover had died. "And still you chose to be with me?"

Legolas slowly turned in Aragorn's embrace until he faced his lover. "Men have been granted the gift of mortality... I will endure eternal grief when you die; it will never leave me. But I will hold onto the memories of our love, and it will sustain me in the dark hours when you are no longer there to hold me."

Aragorn brushed a stray lock from Legolas' face and studied the blond's handsome features. "Our road will be harsh and difficult, and I promise to never desert you."

Legolas caressed Aragorn's brow, smiled, and pressed a chaste kiss on the Man's forehead. "Wherever you go, I will follow."

Aragorn traced the outline of his lover's lips with a fingertip. "I will be true to you, and from this moment on there will be no others. I want us to be lovers until the day I die."

"Of course," said Legolas smugly. "I did not expect anything less from you."

Aragorn laughed amused at hearing Legolas' cocky tone. "You seem very sure of yourself."

"You chose me, Aragorn." A sudden sad note echoed in Legolas' voice. "I would never have come between Arwen and you. Deciding who would be your mate was your choice, Aragorn, never mine."

Aragorn nodded thoughtfully. "I do not like talking about Arwen and your silent suffering; we should look to the future instead. We confessed our love and I will be at your side until the day I die." Aragorn paused, caressed a pointy ear, and continued, "I plan on showing the whole of Arda that I love you. I will never hide my feelings for you."

Legolas simply accepted that statement, knowing Aragorn was deadly serious. "Then I will do the same, but you should keep in mind that not everyone will understand your decision to take a male lover." What would happen after Aragorn had been crowned king and needed an heir to the throne? He saw the same question in Aragorn's eyes; the Man had considered that as well.

"I am sure we will find a solution to that problem when it arises." Determined to not let their worries influence their mood, he slowly touched his lips to Legolas', gently kissing the Elf. "I wish we had more time, but we have to get dressed and join Théoden. He will be eager to discuss our next move."

Legolas regretted letting go of Aragorn, but his lover was right. They needed to discuss strategy and prepare for departure. "Do you think Haldir has recovered enough to join us? Someone should lead the 'Lorien Elves now that they are marching for Gondor."

Aragorn shrugged, watching Legolas with interest as the Elf got to his feet. /By Elbereth, he is beautiful - and last night was perfect./ His body trembled as he tried to imagine what their first real lovemaking would be like. He quickly grabbed the sheet, covering himself as the mere thought of being with Legolas in that way made him hard. Legolas looked over his shoulder and Aragorn flushed, realizing the Elf had noticed his arousal.

"I wish there was more time as well," sighed Legolas. "I would make love to you forever."

Aragorn's blush deepened at hearing those words. Maybe now the time had come to entrust one of his secrets to his new lover. "Legolas?"

Legolas finished putting on his leggings and now slipped into his shirt. Looking at Aragorn, he sensed his lover's unease. He waited patiently for Aragorn to address him again.

"There is something I should tell you." Embarrassed, Aragorn cleared his throat. "You probably won't believe me but..." His voice trailed off and the tips of his ears turned red.

Growing curious, Legolas walked over to the bed and sat down next to the fiercely blushing Aragorn. "What is it? You know you can confide in me."

Aragorn fumbled the corner of the sheet, mumbling softly.

Legolas raised an eyebrow, wondering about the sudden change in his lover. "Aragorn?" He rested the palm of his hand against his lover's cheek and waited for Aragorn to make eye contact. What was upsetting the Man like this?

"Ineverhadaloverbefore."

Legolas tried to make sense of the words that tumbled from Aragorn's lips. "What did you say?"

"I never had a lover before," said Aragorn more slowly this time. Tentatively he looked at Legolas, studying the azure eyes. "You know what it is like to grow up as the Lord's son; you have to set an example, and Elrond's expectations of me were as high as of his sons. I did not court anyone except Arwen and -- We never were -that- intimate. Elrond would not allow it, not before we were officially married."

Legolas registered the information calmly. "But last night you appeared very confident when you touched me."

Aragorn shrugged. "I was caught up in the moment."

Legolas smiled brightly. "Do not worry about it." Aragorn mumbled something barely audible, which Legolas failed to understand. "You can set the pace, meleth-nîn. We will explore our love slowly."

Aragorn nodded and grinned impishly at Legolas. "I take it you are experienced in this matter?" He knew he was being bold, but he was dying to find out.

"Aragorn, I have had male and female lovers in my long life. Aye, I am experienced." Legolas laughed softly. "You can trust yourself to me."

Aragorn's eyes twinkled. "At least you know what to do then."

"You knew very well what to do last night," said Legolas teasingly. "Now get dressed. Théoden is probably waiting for you to join him."

Aragorn sighed longingly when Legolas rose from the bed to put on his tunic and boots. Confessing up to Legolas had been less embarrassing than he had feared. After replaying their conversation in his mind, he got to his feet to get dressed as well. The time for romance had passed; now it was time to go to war.

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Théoden paced the great hall impatiently. Elrond and Glorfindel had joined him, and he looked at the two Elves who were patiently seated at a table. He was unable to read their expressions, and that vexed him. He liked to know what others were thinking. In the end, he addressed the half-Elf. "Will Éomer and Haldir be able to take part in the upcoming battle?"

Elrond determinedly shook his head. "I would advise against it. Haldir may seem healthy and to be regaining his strength, but he will suffer a setback once his health is taxed. Marching for Gondor is out of the question."

"That means Éomer cannot join us either," sighed Théoden disappointedly. "I would have preferred having him at my side."

Elrond's gaze traveled to Éowyn, who was standing near Théoden's throne. Rohan's shield maiden was pale, and she resembled a statue made of ice. Her nails dug into the wood of the throne and she was biting her lip, trying hard not to speak up. "Théoden," said Elrond thoughtfully, "Éomer cannot be at your side, but you forget the one who never left your side."

Théoden turned and he frowned, looking at Elrond. "Do not speak in riddles. I grew weary of them after listening to Wormtongue's for too many years."

"Let the shield maiden of Rohan fight at your side." Elrond watched Théoden carefully and saw hesitance in the King's eyes. "She will not disappoint you."

Éowyn took a step forward and locked eyes with Théoden. "Uncle, I would make you proud."

Théoden started to shake his head, but then Elrond's glare made him freeze. Did he really have the right to deny Éowyn after all she had done for him? She had never left his side; Elrond was right about that, but --. "You must understand that I worry about you, Éowyn."

"I am honored that you worry about my well being, but I was raised to be a warrior. I can best any soldier with a sword and I will fight until my last breath. When we marched for Helm's Deep you asked me to take care of our people, which I did. Now I ask you to allow me a place at your side in battle." Her eyes begged him to really hear her for once.

Théoden sighed dejectedly. "I will allow you to march to Gondor with us, but -- I want you to stay close to me, do you understand?"

Éowyn's eyes widened at hearing Théoden's words. She had been given permission to fight! At last, her hour had arrived! "I will not fail you, uncle." Respectfully, she bowed her head and then hurried away to prepare for their departure.

"I will never understand her," whispered Théoden. "She should be content to look after our people. Women are not supposed to fight our battles."

Elrond rose to his feet and came to a halt in front of Théoden. "Not all women are supposed to fight our battles," corrected Elrond Théoden, "but your niece is different. Her heart is courageous and determined. She will fight well, and your men will draw strength from her example. You must release her and allow her to fly."

Théoden nodded thoughtfully. "In my heart I know that, but I still worry about her. You must understand; she must produce an heir, now that Éomer cannot. If we lose her, my house will die."

Elrond understood. "But that does not mean you have the right to lock her away. I am protective of my daughter as well, but I cannot clip her wings to keep her from flying."

Théoden raised a hand, indicating he was finished with discussing this topic. Looking at the doorway, he found Aragorn standing there. "Join us."

Aragorn entered and raised an eyebrow at seeing Elrond's expression, but didn't address his foster-father. Looking over his shoulder, he made sure Legolas was still at his side.

The blond archer joined Glorfindel at the table and stood silently, watching Théoden approach Aragorn. His role now was that of a spectator; to study them, listen and to provide advice to Aragorn later, if his lover needed any.

"The Muster of Rohan will begin this evening," declared Théoden, studying Aragorn closely. "But it will take us three days at least to gather all remaining soldiers. The army will be moving slowly for the first few days."

Aragorn cursed; he couldn't wait that long. "I revealed myself to Sauron last night."

Elrond said, "You used the seeing stone to show yourself to him?"

"Sauron knows about my plans. Maybe it was foolish to reveal myself to him at this point, but it seemed like the right thing to do." Aragorn briefly locked eyes with Legolas, and his lover nodded encouragingly, knowing what he was about to suggest. "My road lies elsewhere." He would need more support, more soldiers willing to fight for this cause; dead soldiers who could best Sauron's forces.

Elrond nodded thoughtfully. "The Paths of the Dead. It is a dangerous road you chose."

"I do not have a choice!" Aragorn drew in a deep breath, and was about to speak again when Gimli entered the hall.

"Aragorn! The Dunedain have arrived. Their leader, Halbarad, wants to speak with you."

Aragorn nodded; he had hoped Halbarad would arrive in time. "I will talk to him." His gaze shifted to Legolas. "You will remain at my side when we walk the Paths of the Dead?"

Legolas was somewhat surprised at hearing Aragorn's question, but he answered it with a determined nod.

"And so will I!" said Gimli firmly, "No Dwarf should ever set a foot on the Paths of the Dead, but I will not desert you now! My axe will serve you well!"

Aragorn's eyes sought out Elrond and Glorfindel. "The 'Lorien Elves need a new captain now that Haldir cannot join us."

Elrond heard the underlying question and nodded. "I sent them here, and now I will lead them." Glorfindel and he already decided it was their duty to step in for Haldir. "Would you prefer us to travel the Paths of the Dead as well or do you want us to stay with Théoden?"

"Will you face the Paths of the Dead for me?" asked Aragorn, looking into his foster-father's eyes.

"We will," replied Elrond, as his gaze shifted from Aragorn to Glorfindel, who nodded once.

"It is decided then," said Aragorn, pleased to have Elrond and Glorfindel at his side as well. "We will leave at sunset."

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A dark shadow moved stealthily through the Hornburg, heading for Éomer's chambers, where it halted. The guards, positioned next to the door to Éomer's room didn't notice the dark form which the torches reflected onto the walls. The shadow passed them by, unnoticed, and slithered closer to the door.

The door presented no barrier and it slipped inside, moving toward the bed where Éomer and Haldir slept peacefully.

Claws formed against the walls, which were merely illuminated by a few candles. The clawed fingers began to reach for Éomer, but then pulled back abruptly. No, it had to wait for Théoden and Aragorn to leave the Hornburg, as only a handful of Éomer's personal guards would stay behind.

Cold laughter dripped from the walls as the shadow merged with the dark corners of the room.

 

Chapter Twelve - Brothers reunited

Haldir frowned as Éomer's sleep turned restless again. For the last few hours nightmares had disturbed Éomer's sleep, and so far he had managed to soothe the Man back into a more peaceful state, but each time the nightmares returned stronger. His arms were still loosely wrapped around Éomer, holding him close, but now the Rohirrim began to kick him and raised his fists to pummel him.

"Leave me alone! Don't touch me! I don't want to be here! It hurts! Stop it!" Éomer's shaky voice echoed through the room, but his eyes remained closed as his mind was locked away beneath the nightmare.

Haldir let go of his charge, and sat upright, wondering what to do. Maybe a soothing tone would work best. "Éomer, you are not in any danger. You are in your rooms and no one will hurt you. Open your eyes and wake up." His voice seemed to reach Éomer, who suddenly grew rigid, and Haldir tentatively reached out, caressing Éomer's face. Éomer suddenly exploded with fear and rage, and threw a punch at him. Acting at once, Haldir ducked and grabbed the Man's wrist. /I cannot allow you to hurt me -- or yourself./ "Wake up, Éomer!"

Suddenly the eyes opened, and a scream died on Éomer's lips. Large, hazel eyes met his and Haldir nodded once. "It was a dream. You are safe here." Éomer's panicked expression told him to move slowly and speak softly. "It was a nightmare." Éomer was panting hard, and Haldir slowly rested his hand on the wild mane, stroking it. "Calm yourself. You are in the safety of your rooms."

Éomer released a strangled yelp and closed his eyes in embarrassment. This hadn't happened to him in many years! Back then, Gamling had comforted him when the nightmares had become too much. And now it was Haldir soothing him. "I regret disturbing your sleep," he mumbled apologetically. "I know you need your rest and --"

Haldir's thumb gently caressed the Man's lips, and Éomer grew silent. The large brown eyes opened and locked with his. "Will you tell me what scared you? You told Grima to stop because it hurt. What did the snake do to you? Will you confide in me? I am your mate; I should know the extent of your emotional injuries." Éomer's eyes pleaded with him, but he shook his head. "I should know how to act around you."

"Please do not make me remember. I do not want say it." Realizing he was merely wrapped up in a blanket, Éomer felt vulnerable. He felt that he should get dressed, but his body seemed frozen.

Haldir sat cross-legged, putting a little distance between them. He realized that Éomer wouldn't want him close right now, not when remembering what Grima had done to him. "He touched you..."

Éomer nodded against the pillow, afraid his voice would betray what an emotional mess he was.

"He touched you... intimately?" Haldir hated seeing Éomer flinch, and another nod followed. How could he phrase his next question best? He wanted to upset Éomer as little as possible, but he had to know the truth! "Did he," Haldir paused, still searching for the right words, "Did he invade your body?" Éomer's choked whimper confirmed his suspicions. /That snake will pay for hurting Éomer like that! He was just a child! No child should have to experience such pain and humiliation!/

"Now you will stop touching me," whispered Éomer miserably. He had hoped to keep this one secret from Haldir, for he was afraid the Elf would think less of him knowing that Grima had violated him. He curled up, pulled his knees toward his chest and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Haldir sighed saddened, seeing Éomer retreat into himself. Tenderly he rested a hand on Éomer's hair, stroking it. "You are wrong. I am touching you now, am I not?" Éomer peeked at him and his heart beat faster, seeing the hope in the hazel orbs. "You carried this burden for so long; you have to let go of the pain."

"I cannot do that. Not yet." Éomer maintained eye contact with Haldir whilst he explained. "As a child I pushed these memories away. I did not want to admit what had happened to me and now, years later, they haunt me again."

Haldir stretched his legs and lay down on his side, watching Éomer, still refraining from instigating any physical contact. "I do not know how to handle this, Voronwer. I have never encountered anyone who was..." Raped, but he couldn't say the word aloud.

"I never wanted anyone to find out, Haldir." Éomer swallowed hard. "I never wanted you to find out, but --"

"It was my kiss that brought everything back," recalled Haldir. "You did the right thing by telling me. As your mate I should know."

Éomer hesitantly raised a hand and let it hover above Haldir's arm. "Does this change matters between us? Are you no longer interested in me as your... lover?"

"It changes a lot of things," said Haldir thoughtfully. He caught Éomer's eyes widening and the Man began to pull back his hand, but Haldir stopped him by curling his fingers around Éomer's. "My heart bleeds because you were hurt, but at the same time it hopes you will overcome your pain and fears." He rubbed icy fingers as he studied Éomer. Fear of rejection stared back at him from the depths of Éomer's hazel orbs. "You will always be my mate. Will you allow me to hold you?"

Éomer allowed himself to grow hopeful again. "Do you really want to hold me?"

"Aye," whispered Haldir truthfully as he opened his arms for the Man. He held his breath as Éomer wavered, but then his mate moved into his arms. He completed the embrace and sighed blissfully when Éomer rested his head against his shoulder. Éomer's features were no longer hidden in shadows and a weak smile appeared on the Man's face. "Is there anything I can do to keep the nightmares at bay?"

Éomer's fingers played with a strand of silver hair and Haldir returned the gesture, fingering a curl. The Elf's touch made him feel more confident and he nodded weakly against Haldir's shoulder. "Your presence seems to help."

Haldir sensed that Éomer had wanted to add something, but for some reason his mate had grown quiet instead. "And?"

"Your voice," whispered Éomer shyly. "It calms me."

"You wish for me to talk then?" Haldir tucked Éomer's head beneath his chin and inhaled his mate's musky scent.

"It helps," whispered Éomer, "I do not know why."

"Then I will talk." Haldir drew in a deep breath. "Let me tell you about the Golden Wood..."

Éomer listened gratefully as Haldir described Lothlorien to him. His nerves calmed down and his breathing grew steady again. Eyes closing, he sighed happily as his tense muscles relaxed, allowing him to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

Haldir continued to talk, listening to Éomer's breathing and staring at the shadow the candles reflected onto the wall.

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"We should say our goodbyes to Haldir and Éomer," mused Elrond. Aragorn, Legolas and Glorfindel nodded their approval. Within the hour, they would leave Edoras.

"We still have some time left," said Aragorn, walking toward the doorway. "Are you coming?" His companions followed as Aragorn guided them to Éomer's rooms. "We should keep this short though," mused Aragorn, "Haldir is still recovering and needs rest."

"But he will make a full recovery?" asked Legolas in a worried tone. The sight of finding Haldir, barely alive, still haunted him.

Elrond placed a hand on Legolas' shoulder, waiting for the younger Elf to look at him and then nodded once. "Haldir will regain his former strength."

"And he gained a mate as well," added Glorfindel thoughtfully. "I do hope they will work out." His gaze settled on Elrond and he smiled warmly at his lover.

"They will," said Elrond confidently

They had reached Éomer's rooms and Aragorn raised an eyebrow at finding two Rohirrim standing guard there. They studied him and the guards nodded once, allowing him to open the door. Elrond and Glorfindel wondered about the presence of the guards as well, but remained quiet and followed Aragorn inside. Legolas closed the door behind them and peeked at the bed, surprised to find the two men asleep. But no, Haldir wasn't asleep; he was awake.

The four approached the bed, and Aragorn frowned, seeing Éomer curled up against Haldir. Something felt wrong, and the hair at the back of neck stood rigid, alarming him.

"You are leaving for Gondor," stated Haldir knowingly.

"We wanted to say our goodbyes," replied Elrond thoughtfully, sensing that something unsettling had happened. "I advised Théoden to march without you and Éomer, as you are still recovering." But Haldir looked much stronger than he had expected.

"I expected as much," said Haldir calmly. "Maybe we will be able to join you later."

Legolas walked up to the bed and locked eyes with Haldir, but remained quiet. Aragorn joined him and the Man's hand settled at the small of his back. In the end, Legolas managed a reassuring smile now that Haldir was on the way of recovery.

Elrond studied Haldir closely, noticing the other's protectiveness over Éomer. "When you found out you were bound to him you were displeased. Has that changed?"

"Aye, it has," admitted Haldir. "I approve of him as my mate."

"I am pleased to hear that," mumbled Elrond, wondering what he was missing. "Haldir, I assumed command of what is left of our kin. I will lead them into this final battle."

Haldir nodded once. "Too many have died already. Lead them wisely."

Elrond inclined his head in respect. "Hopefully we will meet again after Sauron has been defeated."

"I have complete faith in you," said Haldir and his gaze shifted from Elrond to Aragorn, noticing how the Man's hand disappeared behind Legolas' back. "Keep them safe, Estel."

"I will," vowed Aragorn.

Elrond and Glorfindel turned and walked over to the doorway, followed by Legolas and Aragorn. Haldir watched them leave, and a part of him felt saddened that he couldn't join them in this battle, but his first duty was to his mate. Brushing aside some dark blond curls, he pressed a kiss onto Éomer's brow.

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Éomer's nose twitched as the sweet fragrance of freshly baked bread invaded his nostrils. His stomach growled hungrily, reminding him that he hadn't eaten for two days, and he reluctantly opened his eyes. Finding Haldir gone from their bed startled him, but he quickly located the Elf at the table, eating bread and dried meats, and drinking wine.

"It is about time you woke up," said Haldir teasingly. "Will you join me at the table or would you prefer me carrying the tray over to the bed?" He extensively studied Éomer, and was relieved at finding the hazel eyes clear of haunting memories.

"I will join you at the table." He had rested far too long as it was! He pushed back the covers and rose from the bed. The blanket slid down his shoulders and he quickly looked at Haldir, who cleared his throat.

"You should put on some clothes," said Haldir calmly, sipping his wine.

Éomer nodded sleepily and walked into the bathroom, dragging the blanket behind him. He poured some water and splashed his face. Last night had been torment and bliss at the same time. The nightmares had tortured him, but finding himself in Haldir's warm embrace had made him feel safe. After dressing himself in brown leggings and shirt, he joined Haldir at the table. Slowly he sat down, staring at the food without any real appetite.

Haldir picked up Éomer's plate and filled it with bread, cheese and dried meat. "Eat," he ordered, pouring Éomer tea instead of wine. Éomer obeyed and chewed the bread and dried meat. Haldir cleared his throat and said, "Aragorn visited when you were asleep. Rohan's army is marching for Gondor."

Éomer stared blindly into his cup of tea. "They already left?"

"I am afraid so." Haldir wished he knew of a way to lift Éomer's spirits. Acting instinctively, he placed his hand on Éomer's, rubbing the knuckles. "Your personal guards remained here. They refused to leave you." /And we will need them to seek out Grima's spies and to keep you safe./

"They should have joined Théoden's army," said Éomer softly. "Théoden will need all the help he can get."

"What is done is done," said Haldir calmly. "They remained here to serve you." Eying Éomer closely he wondered about the Man. He rose from his chair and knelt beside Éomer, resting his hands on his mate's knees. Éomer looked at him, surprise evident in the hazel eyes. "Will you kiss me?"

Éomer raised a shaky hand and stroked the long, silver hair. Leaning in closer, he answered Haldir's question.

Haldir reached for Éomer, and placed his hands on either side of the Man's head, caressing long curls. He felt somewhat relieved now that his mate was kissing him. He had been afraid that Éomer would revert to locking him out.

Éomer relaxed when the kiss remained sensual and slow, appreciating that Haldir didn't push him. Pulling back, he looked into the Elf's eyes. "You still want me," he realized.

"I told you so," replied Haldir smugly. "And finally we have some peace and quiet. There is no-one left to disturb us." His gaze was drawn to a shadow behind Éomer; a shadow that shouldn't be there.

"No-one left to disturb us? Haldir?" Éomer frowned, wondering why Haldir suddenly seemed so distant.

"It is nothing," said Haldir as the shadow vanished, leaving only the stone wall behind. Concentrating on his lover's haunted expression, his thumb moved over his mate's lips, wishing the past had treated Éomer more kindly.

A sudden noise, originating from the corridor, disturbed the peaceful moment and Haldir jumped to his feet. His back protested at once, but he ignored the discomfort as he turned toward the door. Éomer rose behind him and Haldir protectively stepped in front of the Man.

Éomer raised an eyebrow at Haldir's action, but allowed it. His hand reached for the dagger that was hidden beneath the pillow on the chair and slipped it into his sleeve, ready to face a potential intruder.

"I demand you let us pass! Do not try to stop us!"

Haldir's eyes widened, recognizing his brother's voice. "Orophin?" Seeing Éomer's puzzled expression, he quickly explained. "My brothers -- but how did tthey reach Edoras this quickly?" He hadn't expected them for at least ten more days!

"Your brothers?"

"Aye, Rumil and Orophin." Haldir quickly walked toward the doorway, eager to welcome his brothers, but then more noise erupted from the corridor.

"Do not block our path!"

"Rumil," whispered Haldir. A grin surfaced on his face, as the noise grew louder. "I think your guards and my brothers are fighting."

Éomer sighed wearily. /His brothers? What are they doing here?/ If their attitudes resembled Haldir's former one, the Elves would be displeased about finding their brother bound to a Man. Haldir opened the door and Éomer quickly passed him by, stepping into the corridor. "Stop fighting!" he commanded, seeing two silver haired Elves pummel his men into submission.

Haldir quickly joined Éomer and laughed broadly at seeing his brothers' confused expressions. Stepping toward them, he reached out his hands, which Rumil and Orophin grabbed, pulling him into a hug.

"Brother! We were so worried! When the news of your death reached 'Lorien, we left at once! We are so relieved to find you alive!" Rumil sighed happily, pulling away to study his elder brother. Haldir looked pale, but seemed to be in good health. "Luckily the rumor of your death was greatly exaggerated!"

Orophin nodded his head. "Don't  ever scare us like that again, brother! I told you it was unwise to leave us behind! You had no-one to look out for you."

Éomer glared at his men and told them to get to their feet. Shamefaced at losing the fight, the two Rohirrim bowed their heads. Seeing Haldir and his brothers talking, Éomer felt left out, but he immediately berated himself; he should have known that having Haldir's love was too good to be true. Now he had lost him to his brothers. Listlessly, he stared at the happy reunion.

From the corner of his eye, Orophin caught sight of the Man, who stared at his brother and he turned to Haldir. "Brother, you are being watched."

Haldir felt guilty for forgetting about Éomer, and released his brothers after hugging them one more time. "Orophin, Rumil, this is Éomer."

The Elves' stares reminded Éomer too much of the arrogant look Haldir had given him in the beginning. He remained quiet, not looking forward to hearing any condescending comments.

"Haldir, why introduce us to a Man?" asked Rumil. "I know you fought alongside them at Celeborn's order, but you never had any love for them." Rumil's eyes narrowed, seeing Haldir flinch at hearing his words. He exchanged a look with Orophin who looked equally puzzled.

"We should sit down," decided Haldir. "There is a lot I need to tell you." Haldir signaled for his brothers to enter Éomer's rooms and when they did, he folded one arm around his mate's shaking form. "Do not worry, Voronwer. All will be well."

But Haldir's words didn't comfort him and Éomer moved away from the Elf, sitting down opposite the two brothers.

Orophin and Rumil remained alert; Haldir's behavior worried them. "Brother," started Rumil, "what about these rumors we heard? You were reported dead and --"

Haldir raised a hand, silencing his younger brother. "Those rumors were true. I died."

"You died?" Orophin's eyes narrowed. "I do not understand!"

"I was on my way to the Halls of Waiting when Lord Elrond managed to pull me back." Haldir quickly glanced at Éomer, but the Rohirrim refused to meet his eyes, staring at the wall instead.

Rumil laughed nervously. "Then we owe Lord Elrond our gratitude." The Man's presence puzzled him -- and why was Haldir sitting so close to Éomer?

"But Lord Elrond needed someone's life force to pull me back." Haldir's hand sought out Éomer's, wrapping his fingers around the cold flesh. "Éomer volunteered, and followed me to Mandos."

Rumil now turned quiet, digesting the distressing news. His brother had died and traveled to Mandos! And then this Man had pulled him back?

Orophin's gaze came to rest on Éomer and he noticed the Man's unease. His gaze traveled lower, finding Haldir holding Éomer's hand. It must be true then. Like Rumil, he felt shocked and lost for words.

Éomer felt uncomfortable, being watched by Rumil and Orophin. The two Elves looked eternally ethereal, even more than Haldir, and their mere presence was enough to unnerve him. He wanted to flee the room, but Haldir had a hold on his hand and tightened it, telling him to stay. Éomer sighed, distressed, but complied, letting Haldir take control of the situation.

"Brothers, Éomer saved my life. He is the reason I am seated here next to you. His life force is the one thing that keeps me among the living." Haldir cringed, seeing realization dawn in their eyes.

"Haldir, brother..." Rumil raised a hand and rested it on Haldir's shoulder. "His life force?"

"Aye, when he dies, I die. I have about forty or fifty years left."

A keening wail left Orophin's lips as he stared at Haldir in disbelief. "Oh, brother, my heart weeps for thee!"

Haldir smiled warmly, trying to calm them down. "Brothers, rejoice for me instead. I still have many years left. Had Lord Elrond and Éomer not acted I would be dead now."

Tears dripped from Rumil's eyes. "Haldir, we cannot help but weep for you. You should live forever, not just forty years!"

Haldir let go of Éomer's hand and gathered his brothers close to him. Rumil and Orophin rested their heads on his shoulder and he held them close. Eventually he whispered softly, "Rejoice, my brothers, for I have found true love."

Rumil's eyes widened and he jerked back, making eye contact with Haldir. "What?"

Orophin frowned, pulled back as well and his gaze shifted from Haldir to Éomer. "True love?"

Éomer shivered, hearing those two words. "It is the bond that formed between us. It caused us to fall in love."

Rumil and Orophin looked to their brother for an explanation. Haldir drew in a deep breath and reached for Éomer's hand once more, cradling it in his. "I accepted Éomer as my mate."

Rumil sighed, feeling troubled. "Brother, please give us a moment to deal with this. We expected to collect your corpse, not to find you bound to a Man."

Haldir understood their distress and remained quiet, rubbing Éomer's cold fingers instead. Seeing his brothers this unexpectedly affected him as well.

Rumil was the first to speak up. "Haldir, we are truly glad to find you in good health, but this is much to take in."

"We have time," said Haldir, looking at Éomer, hoping his mate understood.

Éomer nodded. "You can stay at Edoras as long as you want. Gamling will prepare rooms for you as I am sure you will want to rest." He felt tired and defeated, seeing doubt in their eyes. "I will take care of it," said Éomer softly.

Haldir frowned as his mate pulled back his hand and rose to his feet. He really didn't want to let Éomer out of his sight as long as Grima's spies were inside the keep's walls.

Éomer pretended not to see Haldir's worried look and hurried toward the doorway, quickly fleeing into the corridor. The Rohirrim didn't dare look at him and Éomer felt thankful for that. "I need to speak to Gamling." One of the guards nodded and left to fetch Gamling. Éomer turned to the other guard. "What happened when the Elves appeared?"

"They demanded to see Théoden. When I told him the Lord had already left they demanded to speak to the commanding officer. I did not know --"

Éomer waved the excuse away. "The Elves are our allies now, our friends."

"It won't happen again!" said the guard firmly.

Éomer nodded, and met Gamling's eyes when the older man appeared beside him. "We have guests; Haldir's brothers. Prepare two rooms for them."

Gamling inclined his head, signaling he had understood, but he had also noticed Éomer's upset expression. He wondered if he should address it, but then Éomer turned and disappeared down the corridor, heading for the stables. "Some fresh air will do him good," mumbled Gamling in an effort to reassure himself, and then left to prepare for their guests' stay.

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Now that they were alone, Rumil shifted closer to Haldir. "What is really happening here, brother? I do not know you this mellow. It almost seems like you care for this Man."

Haldir understood his brothers' hesitance to accept this situation, but he was also determined to make them see that he had been given a second chance. "Rumil, I was at Mandos when Éomer pulled me back. He offered his life force to save me, and -- I doubt it is just the bond that causes me to have feelings for him. Éomer is an honorable warrior, which you will understand eventually."

Orophin sighed deeply, locking eyes with his elder brother. "You really care for this Man?"

"I do." Haldir paused briefly and then took hold of their hands, making sure he had their undivided attention. "I sent a messenger to 'Lorien. He carries a letter in which I ask you to join me at Edoras."

Orophin nodded once. "Continue."

"I asked you to come here because I need you to help me." Haldir was tempted to wait a little longer with revealing his request to hunt down Grima. His brothers still hadn't accepted Éomer's presence in his life and he wanted them to accept his mate first. Telling them about the abuse would put them at an advantage when dealing with Éomer, and he wanted to make sure they understood how badly Éomer had been hurt.

"Our help?" Rumil frowned. "You know you can always count on us, Haldir."

"Then listen carefully. Éomer is heir to the throne of Rohan, and that makes him a target. I have reason to believe that evil forces are hiding inside the keep's wall, ready to take him out." He complimented himself on not mentioning Grima's name; that would come later. "And as his mate I have a duty to protect him. And I ask you, my brothers, to look out for him as well."

"When Éomer dies, you die," said Orophin in a clipped tone. "That is enough reason for me to make sure the Man is unharmed."

/But that is the wrong reason,/ thought Haldir saddened, /you will think differently once you get to know him. Then you will want to protect him for the beautiful person he is./

"We will do as you ask of us, brother, because we love you," said Rumil affectionately. "Haldir, will you return to 'Lorien with us after --"

Haldir shook his head. "I cannot do that, Rumil. Éomer will be Lord of the Mark one day and I am his official mate. I cannot desert him. My place is here now." Until now he hadn't fully realized that either. "Rohan is my new home, although my heart will always belong to 'Lorien."

Rumil swallowed hard. "Aiya, brother, I wish we had accompanied you to Helm's Deep. Maybe then none of this had happened, and you would be able to return home with us."

Haldir thoughtfully shook his head. "Rumil, I am not so sure about that. Maybe sharing this bond with Éomer was my destiny."

"You love him," whispered Orophin knowingly. "You love a Man!" Suddenly a chuckle escaped him. "I never though the day would come that you would lose your heart to a Man!"

"Trust me, Orophin," said Haldir in a firm tone, "Éomer faced death for me. He is worthy of my love."

Orophin and Rumil heard the determined tone in their brother's voice. "Haldir," said Rumil, speaking for Orophin as well, "if he is that important to you we will keep him safe."

Haldir smiled warmly. He had known he could count on his brothers. "Diolla lle, Rumil, Orophin." Looking about, he wanted to address Éomer, but found his mate gone. "Where --?"

"He left the room a few moments ago and did not return," said Orophin, recalling Éomer had left to instruct Gamling.

A shadow danced over the brick wall, suddenly making Haldir shiver. "I do not like this, Orophin. We should find him." Éomer had been upset when he had last seen him. Maybe his lover had headed for the tower Éomer had mentioned earlier. Watching the shadow slip beneath the door, Haldir quickly rose to his feet. "I must know him safe."

"We will find him," said Rumil reassuringly.

But Haldir began to tremble as a sense of foreboding swept through him. "Come, we must hurry!" The bond told him Éomer was in danger, and it was up to him to make sure his mate was safe.

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The guards never noticed the shadow, which moved purposefully down the deserted corridor, searching for its prey.

 

Chapter Thirteen - Blood

Haldir ran down the corridor, closely followed by Rumil and Orophin. Seeing Gamling near the doorway, he came to a stop and grabbed the steward's shoulder. "Where is he?"

Gamling frowned deeply. "Éomer?"

Haldir impatiently nodded his head. "Who else? Do you know where he is?" He couldn't explain this ominous feeling sweeping through him, but he did know that he had to locate Éomer. His Elven senses told him his mate was in severe danger! "He left a few minutes ago. Where did he go?"

"He told me to prepare rooms for our guests," said Gamling thoughtfully. "He seemed to head for the stables, but..." Gamling's voice trailed off. "He probably headed for the tower."

"Tower?" Shivers ran down Haldir's spine, urging him on. "Show me the way!"

Gamling nodded and marched onto the courtyard. "The tower is where Lord Elrond found Éomer a few nights ago."

"Why would he go there?" asked Haldir, signaling for his brothers to follow.

"When he was a child he hid there from Grima." Anger lit Gamling's eyes. "Grima never searched for him in the tower. Éomer feels safe there." His gaze drifted to Rumil and Orophin, who were looking at him curiously. He felt uncomfortable beneath their stares, and stepped aside to let Haldir enter the staircase that circled up the tower.

Haldir immediately climbed the stairs, reached the top, and came to a halt, seeing the tower deserted. Éomer was nowhere in sight. "Where else could he go?" Haldir turned to face Gamling, who had now joined him as well.

Gamling panted softly due to the quick pace Rumil and Orophin had set; the two Elves had forced him to nearly run up the stairs. "He must be here," said Gamling, studying his surroundings. "There is the one spot where he used to hide as a child."

Rumil raised an eyebrow; Haldir's apparent concern for Éomer still puzzled him. He walked up to his elder brother and rested a hand on Haldir's shoulder. "Calm yourself, brother. We will find him." He read tension and distress on Haldir's face and he hoped they would locate Éomer quickly. He disliked seeing Haldir in this state. Only a few weeks ago he would have instantly dismissed the notion of Haldir being worried about a Man!

Orophin's gaze followed Gamling as the steward moved forward, searching the dark shadows beneath the leaking roof. He blinked, seeing dark blond locks beneath a pile of rags and wood. "I see him," he said softly. Haldir released a strangled yelp at hearing his words and Orophin quickly stepped aside to let Haldir pass.

Haldir had detected his mate the moment Orophin did and he sat on his heels, slowly removing the dirty rags, uncovering Éomer, who was shaking violently. "Éomer? Voronwer, say something!" His voice trembled with emotion and he sucked in his breath, shocked, seeing deep, bloody gashes running across Éomer's face. The hazel eyes were emotionless and stared straight through him.

"By Elbereth, why did he hurt himself?" Rumil couldn't help but worry, seeing Éomer huddled in that dark corner.

Haldir reached for Éomer and pulled his mate into his arms. "Why indeed?" He cradled Éomer's hands in his, studying them. "He did not do this to himself. There is no blood beneath his nails." Éomer felt icy cold and Haldir looked at Rumil, saying, "Give me your cloak; he is freezing."

Rumil unclasped his long cloak and joined Haldir, helping his brother to wrap the fabric around the Man's form. Meeting Éomer's empty gaze, he shivered, sensing something evil was at work here. "If he did not do this, then who did?"

"I do not know that, but I will find out," said Haldir in a menacing tone, which promised punishment for Éomer's attacker. "Orophin, help me get him up." Éomer was a dead weight in his arms and his brother helped him lift the Man from the cold stone floor. Éomer was back on his feet, but swayed, seemingly unaware of his surroundings. "This won't do," whispered Haldir, wishing he could carry his mate personally, but his back hadn't yet completely healed, and so he looked to his brother for help. "Orophin?"

Orophin understood and slowly lifted Éomer, cradling the Man against his chest. Éomer's hazel eyes stared at the heavens and Orophin quickly followed Gamling as the steward guided them back to Éomer's private rooms.

Haldir remained close, worried that Éomer was more severely wounded than he had detected at first sight. Suddenly Rumil's hand descended onto his shoulder and the trusting expression in his brother's eyes calmed him. "I knew he was in danger," whispered Haldir. "I do not know who hurt him, but someone will pay." Was Grima involved in this?

"You were right; the Man is a target and we should be more careful in future," said Rumil reassuringly, entering Éomer's private rooms.

Haldir nodded thankfully and hurried over to his mate's side when Orophin laid Éomer down. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, his hands moved over Éomer's face, trying to determine how deep the gashes were. "I need warm water and clean cloths to bathe the wounds." He had to remove the dirt that had slipped into the gashes.

"I will get it for you," said Gamling as he hurried into the corridor.

Haldir looked up at his brothers, and at seeing the confusion on their faces he said, "We cannot let him out of our sight until we caught his assailant."

Rumil frowned. "Haldir, do you know who attacked him?"

"Perhaps," said Haldir, whilst brushing curls away from Éomer's face. "One of Saruman's puppets had great influence at this court, but Théoden banished Grima Wormtongue. I am afraid the snake found a way to get back at Éomer."

"Get back?" asked Rumil.

"Éomer..." Haldir paused, deciding against telling his brothers just yet. "Éomer opposed and challenged Grima before the snake was banished. Grima's spies are still hiding inside the keep, and it was probably one of them who did this to Éomer."

"But why is he this... distant?" Rumil etched closer, studying Éomer's expression. "His eyes are empty."

Haldir shivered. "I do now know what happened, but whatever it was, Éomer chose to retreat from it." Éomer had hinted that he had acted like this before when he was a child.

Gamling returned with a bowl filled with water, clean cloths, and towels. He put them on the floor next to Haldir and then stepped back. He sighed, distressed, recognizing the vacant look in Éomer's eyes. "I will tell the Rohirrim to search the keep again! We will find the one who did this!"

Haldir nodded absentmindedly, concentrating on Éomer instead. He immersed the cloth in the tepid water and began to clean the wounds. "Sharp fingernails did this." He checked Éomer's fingers again, but there was not a trace of blood beneath the nails. Fury burned his soul and he was determined to guard Éomer better. No one would ever get the chance to hurt his mate again! He had already failed Éomer once!

Rumil and Orophin exchanged a look. Both realized Haldir was holding back, but they also knew their brother well enough to know that Haldir had good reasons for doing so. Rumil walked up to the bed and eyed his brother closely. "How much danger is he in?"

"A lot," said Haldir softly, cleaning another gash. He cringed; would these scratches leave Éomer's face scarred? "And there is something else I noticed..."

"What is it? Anything the guards should know?" asked Gamling at once. The guards would be more alert now.

"I noticed a shadow hovering above him," said Haldir thoughtfully. "At first I thought the candles were playing a trick on me, but I have seen it a few times now." He finished cleaning the last gash and disposed of the now bloody cloth. Haldir sat watching Éomer silently.

"A shadow?" Gamling shivered. "That reeks of sorcery. It reeks of Grima."

Orophin drew in a deep breath and let his Elven senses reach out. "The Man is right; I sense evil as well, and it is closing in on us." He shivered as the evil drew closer. "We should be alert."

Rumil stared at the door and his eyes narrowed, seeing a shadow slither into the room. "There it is."

But Éomer now sensed the dark presence as well; waking up, his hazel eyes filled with panic. Abruptly, he sat upright and he started to shake like a leaf whilst his eyes searched out Haldir's. Finding the Elf close, he released a deep sigh. He forced himself to calm down, but the stinging sensation on his face made him pant softly in remembered pain. Raising his right hand, he carefully touched the gashes. "What happened?"

Haldir kept one close eye on the advancing shadow whilst reaching for his mate's hand. "What do you remember?"

Orophin and Rumil stepped in front of the bed as the shadow crept across the floor, advancing on them. Rumil cocked his head; how could they stop the shadow from reaching Éomer?

Haldir realized the danger as well and quickly pulled Éomer into an embrace. That way his mate wouldn't have to face evil alone. "Try to remember."

Éomer frowned, but hissed at the pain it caused. "I instructed Gamling to prepare the rooms and -- the next thing I remember is waking up here." Confused, he locked eyes with Haldir. "Why does my face hurt?"

"Brother, get him away from the bed. Evil approaches." Rumil's gaze shifted to the large window, which was partly hidden behind curtains. "Orophin, open the curtains." Sunlight might force the shadow to a halt or retreat. 

Orophin hurried to the window, opened the curtains and checked on the shadow again. "It is gone." There was no trace left of it. "I no longer sense an evil presence."

"It worked," said Rumil, pleased. "But what will happen when night comes?" Rumil turned to check on Haldir and Éomer, and found the Man staring at him in puzzlement. "Haldir, brother, you should tell him."

"Tell me what?" Éomer locked eyes with Haldir, momentarily forgetting about the others' presence. "What happened to my face, and what is this talk about a shadow?"

Haldir cleared his throat and allowed Éomer to free himself of the embrace, realizing that his mate probably felt uncomfortable with Rumil and Orophin staring at him. "We found you in the tower; your face was covered in blood. Sharp fingernails left deep gashes across your face." Éomer's hand checked on his injuries and Haldir caught his mate's hand before the Man could accidentally re-open the wounds. "Leave them be. They need to heal."

Éomer frowned, trying to remember what had happened. "I recall telling Gamling to prepare rooms for your brothers, and then I headed for the stables..."

"You ended up in the tower. We found you hidden beneath a pile of rags," said Gamling in a concerned tone. "You have no recollection of who did this to you?"

Éomer shook his head. "I do not even remember heading for the tower."

Haldir clasped his fingers around his mate's hand and waited for Éomer to make eye contact with him. "Gamling caught two of Grima's spies, and we suspect more are hiding within the keep. One of them might have attacked you."

"Then why do I not remember that assault?" asked Éomer, troubled. "I do not like this. What if it happens again?"

"We will guard you closely," said Haldir, and his gaze shifted from Éomer to his brothers. "I can count on you?"

Orophin nodded and Rumil said," Always, brother." Rumil eyed Éomer closely; distress and worry were obvious in the Man's eyes. Haldir seemed equally troubled, and the fact that his brother's life depended on keeping Éomer safe, urged Rumil to look out for Éomer as well. "We will take turns guarding him."

Éomer looked up sharply at hearing Rumil's words. "I do not need supervision. Now that I know what to expect I will make sure it won't happen again." He might trust Haldir, but that didn't apply to his brothers yet. He still remembered their arrogant tone when they had first met.

Haldir gently squeezed Éomer's hand, and when his mate looked at him, he said, "They mean well. Give them a chance to prove themselves. I trust them completely and we might need their help in fighting this shadow."

"Shadow? You mentioned a shadow before." Éomer hid the physical discomfort he felt when frowning. He still had a hard time believing that his face had been scratched open. Who would do this to him? Grima had left Edoras... had he not? Shivers ran down his spine, imagining the worst possible scenario.

Haldir caught the alarmed expression in Éomer's eyes. "What is it?" His mate's hand shook in his and he soothingly rubbed the knuckles, trying to calm and reassure Éomer.

Éomer shook his head, shocked at his line of thought. "What if Grima never left? Théoden kicked him out, but -- he could have sneaked back in."

Rumil and Orophin exchanged a look; Haldir had mentioned that name as well. "Is this Grima a sorcerer?" asked Rumil curiously. What was Haldir keeping from them?

"After a fashion," replied Gamling, thoughtfully. "Grima is in league with Saruman. Who knows what powers the white wizard gave him?"

Orophin walked over to the window and looked at the sun. The three of them had sensed evil when it had slithered inside in the form of a shadow; one of them should remain at Éomer's side at all times. "You are safe as long as the sun warms Arda, but Grima might make his move at night, using the cover of darkness."

"Did you really see a shadow?" Éomer asked Haldir, recalling the Elf's words.

"We did," replied Haldir. "We Elves can sense it."

Haldir’s words distressed Éomer and the Man unexpectedly collapsed against him. Haldir wrapped an arm around him. "At least one of us will stay with you at all times," decided Haldir. "You must trust us in this."

"Us?" Éomer's expression saddened and his voice became barely audible, meant for Haldir's ears only. "Your brothers do not like me. Why burden them with this?"

Rumil caught the words as well. Looking at Orophin he sensed that his brother felt guilty for misjudging Éomer as well. "No burden," said Rumil, thoughtfully. "You saved our brother and gave us the chance to spend time with him before Mandos will claim him again. We did not even express our gratitude at what you did for him. Our hearts weep, knowing Haldir will die shortly --for what is fifty years to an Elf?-- but we will make the best of the time left to us."

Orophin nodded at hearing Rumil's words. He left the window and came to a halt in front of the bed. "Rumil is right. We should rejoice that Haldir is still alive." They had been so shocked at finding their beloved brother bound to a Man that they hadn't realized the sacrifice Éomer had made. "Thank you for returning our brother to us."

Rumil's eyes swam, fully realizing for the very first time that Haldir had died and that only Éomer's life force had brought their brother back. "You traveled to Mandos to retrieve him. That requires courage and determination."

Éomer nearly blushed, hearing those words; Rumil and Orophin had surprised him. "It was nothing." Haldir suddenly stroked his hair, and he looked up at the Elf, seeing a remarkable soft expression in the dark eyes. "I could not let you die."

Haldir nodded once. "Voronwer, you brought me back and your deepening love now aids my recovery. Let us do this for you in return. We will keep the shadow at bay and find Grima and his spies. In the meantime, I want you to be cautious and alert; one of us will always be close."

Éomer gave in, realizing Haldir truly worried about him. "I do not want to be a burden," he whispered slowly.

"You are not burden," replied Rumil, feeling the need to make things up to the Man. "You belong to our family now that Haldir accepted you as his mate. You are as a brother to us."

Haldir gave Rumil a thankful look. "Brother, it means a lot to me that you accept Éomer as part of our little family." Rumil and Orophin would defend Éomer in case of another attack. "You make me proud."

Rumil and Orophin beamed at hearing Haldir's words. "We will stop the evil at work here," said Orophin. He didn't know yet how to stop Grima, but together they would find a way.

Éomer had listened in silence and exhaustion came over him. His eyes began to close. The experience in the tower had drained him. Slowly, he dozed off, his fingers curled around Haldir's.

"He is asleep," whispered Haldir, laying Éomer down on the bed. He covered his mate with warm blankets and then looked up at his brothers and Gamling, who stood awaiting his instructions. "Rest for a few hours. I will need you when night falls."

Rumil and Orophin nodded. "We will join you at sunset," said Rumil. "One of us will stay with Éomer, whilst the others search the keep for Grima and his associates."

"Finding them should be our first priority," agreed Gamling. "I will intensify our search and warn Éomer's personal guards to watch out for the shadow."

Rumil, Orophin and Gamling headed for the doorway, giving them some privacy whilst sunlight still kept them safe. When they returned later tonight they would be ready to face Grima's shadow.

Haldir slipped beneath the blankets, spooned behind Éomer, and pulled his mate close. Sleep wouldn't come for him; he had to guard his mate and make sure no evil touched him.

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Gimli had watched Legolas closely for some time now and wondered about the looks being exchanged between Aragorn and the Elf. They had always been intense, but now a new emotion had been added to them. The expression in Legolas' azure orbs had changed, had turned even more intense. Unable to keep quiet any longer he asked, "Elf, what have you been up to?"

Legolas looked over his shoulder at the Dwarf seated behind him on Arod. "Master Dwarf, is something wrong?" He hoped he hadn't given himself away, knowing he stared at Aragorn when he thought no one was watching him.

"Your eyes never leave Aragorn's form. I know you are good friends, but something has changed and it vexes me." Gimli raised an eyebrow, seeing Legolas grow pale. "What happened at Edoras?"

Legolas now looked straight ahead and stared right into Aragorn's eyes, who was looking at him. Aragorn and he hadn't discussed their future yet; they were too busy surviving the next battle. He had no idea if Aragorn wanted to keep their love a secret and would let the Man decide. "We fought at Edoras," replied Legolas playfully, hiding his real feelings, "My last count was forty-one!"

Gimli beamed with pride. "And mine was forty-two! Victory is mine!" He realized that Legolas was trying to distract him and had to admit it almost worked. "But we were talking about Aragorn."

"Aragorn? When did that topic come up?" Legolas stared at the ground, unwilling to make eye contact with Aragorn. Gimli would easily read their expressions and figure everything out.

"Aye, Aragorn. The way you are watching each other..." Gimli's voice trailed off, finally realizing what those looks really meant. /They are in love, and I bet my axe they confessed their feelings to each other. Why does this not surprise me? Maybe because it was there all along, but Aragorn did not act on it before./ He felt happy for his friends, but this was too good not to tease Legolas with and he was going to use this knowledge well. "Master Elf, it seems to me that you fancy the Man."

Legolas' eyes widened, and he was rather relieved that Gimli couldn't see his expression, but Aragorn did. The Man inclined his head questioningly and Legolas averted his eyes, uncertain how to react to Gimli's teasing. "His heart belongs to Arwen," he said eventually.

"He no longer wears the pendant," Gimli pointed out. Legolas tensed in front of him and he grinned smugly. "Did you think I would not notice? A Dwarf's eyes are sharp."

"Ai' atar, your eyes might be deceiving you." Legolas didn't feel comfortable lying to Gimli and finally locked eyes with Aragorn.

Aragorn had overheard their conversation and realized Legolas' dilemma. Guiding Brego closer to Arod, he leaned in closer and whispered into Gimli's ear, "Your eyes are much too sharp, Master Dwarf."

"Ah, it is true then," rumbled Gimli. "My old eyes did not deceive me after all." He rested a hand on Legolas' shoulder, and when the Elf turned to face him, he said, "It is beyond me why you felt you could not confide in me. I would have kept your secret, but do you realize how transparent you are? Both of you? Love is in your eyes and you can do little to hide it."

Aragorn smiled warmly. "I am glad you approve, Gimli, for it is true; I lost my heart to this fair Elf and I do not intend to hide my feelings for him."

Legolas blushed weakly at hearing Aragorn's words. Still looking over his shoulder, he saw the expression in Elrond's eyes, which sparkled with amusement. Was everyone happy for them?

Aragorn caught Legolas' gaze when the Elf turned to look at him. "We will not hide our love. I regret not telling you earlier, but using the seeing stone exhausted me and later--," Aragorn grinned wickedly, "later, I was not thinking that clearly. You have that effect on me, beloved."

A bright light illuminated Legolas' face, hearing Aragorn's admission. Staring at his love, he nearly lost himself in the Man's passionate expression.

Gimli smiled, amused at seeing his friends this deeply in love. /We will need their strength, warmth and love when we set foot on the Paths of the Dead. Seeing them bathe in their love will give us courage and the will to carry on./

Aragorn bestowed a quick caress on his lover's face and then returned to his position at the head of the group, regretting he had to leave Legolas behind. He could only hope Gimli wouldn't tease Legolas too much. Seeing Legolas blush had made his desire grow stronger. /I love him and I will never let him go. Now that I caught him, he is mine./

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Éomer woke when a beam of sunshine slipped beneath his eyelids, teasing them open. As his eyes slowly opened, they feasted on the brilliant sight in front of him. Haldir's hair shone like liquid silver and his hand involuntarily moved through the fair tresses, caressing them. Haldir suddenly raised a hand and cupped his cheek in its palm. Éomer leaned into the touch, nuzzling Haldir's hand.

Haldir held his breath, seeing the tender expression in his mate's eyes. It amazed him that Éomer could still feel passionately about another man after what had happened to him as a child, and he wondered about the amount of trust between them.

"Be careful, Voronwer, your face has not yet healed completely." Haldir's hand settled at the back of Éomer's neck, slowly rubbing the skin there. "I never before felt this passionate, and I am at a loss at what to do with my feelings. I want to kiss you, feel you, touch you, but the expression in your eyes tells me we should wait before taking the next step."

Éomer moistened his lips. The desire and affection was palpable in Haldir's brown eyes and he wished he could give his love what he wanted most. "You are right; I am not ready yet, but one day I will be. Please be patient with me." Éomer's fingertips trailed down Haldir's skin, gently caressing the elegantly curved neck. "But do not hesitate to kiss me, for I desire it as well."

"But I do feel hesitant, Voronwer, for my kiss brought back dark memories and I do not want to make the same mistake twice."

Éomer pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked at Haldir, burying his hand in a sea of silver silk. Leaning in closer, he touched his lips to Haldir's. His tongue teased against the Elf's lips, nudging them open.

Haldir parted his teeth, allowing Éomer to enter. His arms came up behind his mate's back and he pulled the Man on top of him. Éomer now straddled him and their tongues chased each other in an ancient and primitive dance. He surrendered to the kiss, letting Éomer control their sensual encounter. As passion surfaced in Éomer's eyes, he carefully nurtured it, letting his fingertips slide through the dark blond curls, not pressuring or pushing Éomer. Leaning back, he enjoyed the kiss. Éomer's eyes darkened to black and Haldir sighed blissfully into his mate's mouth. Although he was trying to stay in control of his feelings, he was growing aroused. Uncertain how Éomer would react to finding him erect, he shifted beneath the Man, hoping Éomer no longer felt his erection.

"Don't," said Éomer thoughtfully, releasing Haldir's lips and pulling back to watch the Elf. "I need to know you want me in that way."

Haldir's expression turned puzzled. "But --"

Éomer silenced him with another kiss, growing bolder now that Haldir was allowing him to stay in control. "I never wanted you to find out about Grima. I wanted to keep it from you, but now that you do know, I feel relieved. It is important to me that you still want me."

Haldir thought he understood. "Your past is a part of you and it made you into the man you are today. And I do crave you, Voronwer, never doubt that. It gives me great pleasure and joy to see you take the initiative like this."

Éomer eyed Haldir closely, and a puzzled expression appeared in his eyes. "You surprised me by letting me control this situation. I expected you take control the moment we kissed."

"The possessiveness of my kiss made you remember things that should have remained hidden and I am more than happy to let you take charge." Never before had he enjoyed being the receiver instead of the giver, but with Éomer atop of him, he craved more of his lover's sweet kisses, hoping they would become more demanding in time.

"You amaze me," whispered Éomer mystified. "You are nothing like I thought you would be." Leaning in closer, he claimed Haldir's lips again. His tongue pushed past his lover's teeth, inviting his mate to follow and explore his mouth in turn.

Haldir greedily accepted the invitation. Arching his back, he deepened the kiss and brought his arms up behind Éomer's back, carefully enveloping him in a hug. "You are like a wild fire, burning bright and then dying, only to rise from its ashes again. There is light inside you, and pain and pleasure. I hope you will learn to share that with me."

Éomer smiled warmly. "I think I love you, Haldir. I never before felt this warm inside."

Haldir realized Éomer had wanted to add something, but his mate had stopped short for some reason. "Please speak freely."

"I have felt perpetually cold since..." Éomer paused, searching for the truth whilst staring into Haldir's eyes. "I have felt so cold for so long. When I was a child a chill settled in my heart, but now your love chased it away. For the first time in my life I feel -warm-."

Haldir raised a hand and caressed Éomer's face, marveling at the stubble that teased his fingertips. Seeing an unreadable expression in Éomer's eyes, he opted for distraction. "I never kissed someone with this much facial hair. It tickles." His remark instantly brought a smile to Éomer's face and he basked in its glow.

Growing serious again Haldir added his own admission. "When I neared the Halls of Waiting cold enfolded me, but then you appeared, pulling me back and wrapping me in warmth. The cold fled for your light. It shone brightly within my heart. I regret that it took me so long to admit the truth; I was annoyed at finding myself bound to you. Only now I realize what a privilege that is." To his amazement tears escaped Éomer's eyes, and they dripped onto the back of his hand. Haldir licked off the salty liquid and then wiped away the tears from his mate's eyes. "Amin mela lle, Voronwer. Never doubt I love you."

Éomer briefly closed his eyes, hearing the honesty in Haldir's voice. "I love you too, Haldir," whispered he, opening his eyes again and locking gazes with the Elf. "I have never before loved anyone as much as I love you, and my heart rejoices at hearing that you love me as well." Éomer swallowed hard. "I vow to face my fears, Haldir, but I will need your help."

"You have it, melamin." Haldir's fingers tangled in wild curls and he guided Éomer's lips closer to his once more. "My heart belongs to you and I will never desert you."

A tear flowed down Éomer's face, hearing Haldir's admission. His entire life he had sought for true love and now he had finally found it in Haldir's arms. "You are my silver moon; you give me direction and purpose... I love you."

Notes:

Melamin = my love

Amin mela lle = I love you.

Voronwer = loyal one.

Ai' atar =  little father (An adult male Dwarf)

 

Chapter Fourteen - Shadows chased and caught

Rumil and Orophin joined Éomer and Haldir after a short rest. They felt too restless to sleep properly, and wanted to deal with this threat as quickly as possible. Looking at their brother, they found Haldir holding Éomer tightly whilst the Man rested in the Elf’s arms. It gave them a chance to talk to Haldir privately.

They pulled chairs closer to the bed and sat down, watching silently. Rumil spoke first. “Brother, what are you not telling us? Do you no longer trust us?”

Haldir cringed at hearing the hurt tone in Rumil’s voice. After making sure that his mate was still soundly asleep he made eye contact with Rumil. His gaze occasionally shifted to Orophin and then returned to look at Rumil. “It is about Grima. Éomer and the snake have had... dealings in the past.” He still wasn’t sure how much to reveal to his brothers. “Grima hurt Éomer when he was a child, and now that the shadow haunts Éomer, painful memories are returning.”

Rumil arched an eyebrow, sensing Haldir was telling him a half-truth. “And now you are worried because...?”

“I am afraid the past might somehow repeat itself. Grima has the power to hurt Éomer, and I will prevent that from happening at any cost.” Haldir affectionately stroked the wild curls, twirling one lock gently around a fingertip. “We must keep him safe.”

Rumil nodded thoughtfully and exchanged a glance with Orophin. “Haldir, I can stay with Éomer while Orophin and you aid Gamling in searching the keep. I promise you that he is safe with me.”

Haldir knew his brother well enough to know that Rumil was completely sincere. Rumil would defend Éomer until his last breath. “I do not want to leave him, not even in your capable hands, but --” Haldir sighed distressed. “I want to be the one to free Éomer of this threat. I want to end the snake’s life with my own hands.”

Rumil understood Haldir’s motives for staying close, but wanted some time alone with Éomer to find out what kind of man he was. “Haldir, join the search. The chance of you finding your enemy whilst staying at Éomer’s side is much smaller than when you actively search for him.”

Haldir wavered, but in the end he disentangled himself from Éomer, easing his mate into a comfortable sleeping position and tucking the blankets in around his form. “I am entrusting my mate to you, Rumil.”

Rumil nodded. “I will not disappoint you, brother.”

Haldir rose from the bed and stretched. It was about time that he started to move again. Searching the keep would provide him with much needed exercise. “I will return within the hour to check on him.”

“Be at ease,” said Orophin, “Our brother will keep Éomer from harm.” It had taken him a while to see the love and dedication in Haldir’s eyes, but now he realized that his elder brother had lost his heart to the Rohirrim. Getting to his feet as well, Orophin walked toward the doorway. Haldir still stalled at the bed, and Orophin whispered softly, “Brother, come with me. We should hunt down our foe.”

Haldir reluctantly followed Orophin and when he closed the door behind him, he stole one last glance at his mate. “I love him, Orophin.” His brother’s hand settled on his shoulder, reassuringly squeezing it.

“Rumil knows that. He will guard Éomer closely and won’t hesitate to risk his life defending him.”

Haldir sucked in a deep breath and turned away from Éomer’s room, facing the corridor. Determination shone in his eyes as he said, “Let us find that snake and pull its venomous teeth!”

They left to join Gamling and the Rohirrim who were searching the keep. They had to locate the source of this evil that haunted Éomer.

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Rumil remained seated and leaned back into the comfort of the chair. Galadriel’s words and actions finally made sense.

A few hours before they had left, Galadriel had called him to her rooms. She had bade him sit down, and had placed a small flask, filled with liquid light into his hands. He had frowned, feeling the heat emanating from it and he had looked at Galadriel questioningly.

Galadriel had smiled knowingly, saying, “This light will illuminate the descending darkness which you will face shortly. It will consume the shadow and leave only light in its wake. Guard it carefully, Rumil. You will know when the time comes to put it to good use.”

Rumil now uncovered the glass flask and studied it. The light shone brightly, casting a sparkle onto the walls.

Éomer stirred from his sleep, but his eyes remained closed a little longer. His first action was to make sure Haldir was close, and his hands searched for his lover’s. Encountering soft and warm skin, he curled his fingers around it.

An amused chuckle escaped Rumil’s lips. “Open your eyes. I am not my brother,” he quipped in a light tone. He regretted his teasing when Éomer snatched back his hand and pushed himself into a sitting position, staring at him with dark, haunted eyes. “Haldir will return within the hour,” Rumil said reassuringly.

Éomer forced himself to calm down, recognizing Rumil, but still wished Haldir had never left. He felt strangely vulnerable facing Rumil, who was practically a stranger to him.

Éomer pushed himself to his feet and steadied himself by resting a hand against the wall. His face stung from where the fingernails had scratched open his face and the weakness he was experiencing unnerved him. He didn’t like feeling weak. “Where did Haldir go?” He wanted the Elf closely.

“Haldir and Orophin joined Gamling to find the one controlling this shadow.” Rumil slid the flask back into his pocket and studied the Man, who looked confused and exhausted. When their eyes met, Rumil was taken aback, seeing a fierce expression in those hazel eyes. Éomer was a born fighter, a survivor, and no shadow from his past would destroy him.

“Then we will join them as well. I refuse to be locked up in my own rooms.” Éomer walked over to his desk and collected his sword. “If Grima is behind this then I want his head.”

Rumil rose from the chair and walked over to Éomer. “I promised Haldir I would guard you with my life. I cannot allow you to leave these rooms.” Rumil’s features contorted momentarily, seeing the determined expression in Éomer’s eyes. “I am sworn to keep you alive, and I won’t forsake my brother or you.”

A cunning expression appeared in Éomer’s eyes. “Then join me on my search, but do not try to lock me up in my rooms. I will allow you to stay at my side, but I will not have you stop me. This is something I must do. This snake has haunted my steps for much too long.”

Rumil considered making one more attempt at changing Éomer’s thoughts, but the expression in the Man’s eyes told him that Éomer was determined to see this through. “I will stay close to you then.”

“Do as you please,” mumbled Éomer absentmindedly. “But do not get in my way.” He was already trying to think of a place where Grima could be hiding. The moment Haldir had mentioned the shadow he had realized that Grima was near. The snake had probably never left for Isengard, sneaking back in and using the powers Saruman had given him to control Théoden to create this shadow. Grima had to be close, controlling it while he hid in darkness.

Rumil was surprised to hear Éomer’s intense tone. This Man was driven by personal demons, and he wished Haldir had fully confided in him. At least then he would know what he was dealing with. Grima had hurt Éomer when he was a child, that much Haldir had revealed, but in what way had Grima hurt the Man? Éomer must have suffered terribly to be still affected by it.

 “Where are we going?” Rumil asked, following Éomer into the corridor.

“To the passageways beneath the keep. Most of the women and children hid there during the attack. It is the perfect place for Grima to hide.” Éomer purposefully strode through the corridor and descended the stairs that would take him underground.

Rumil followed quickly, disliking the idea of going after Grima on their own. “We should search for Haldir and join him. We should not go after Grima without Haldir knowing about our whereabouts.” Something dark simmered in Éomer’s eyes and Rumil took a step away from him, startled at the anger and pain in the hazel orbs. “What did he do to you?”

“You do not need to know.” Suddenly the dark gleam disappeared from Éomer’s eyes and the Man sighed tiredly. “I do not want you to know. It is bad enough Haldir knows.”

Rumil finally managed to label one of the raging emotions on Éomer’s face. It was shame. Gathering his courage, he ignored the tormented expression in Éomer’s eyes and walked up to him. Acting instinctively, he placed a hand loosely on Éomer’s arm. Noticing the violent flinch that followed, he realized Éomer had been hurt physically in the past. Had Grima beaten Éomer as a child? But would that still affect Éomer after so many years? It had to be something else.

“Do not place yourself in danger. You might not care about your own life, but my brother’s survival depends on you staying alive and healthy.” Rumil finally saw understanding in Éomer’s eyes and the Man wavered in his steps.

“You would rather seek out Haldir and join him?” Rumil was right; he had to be careful. Haldir depended on him.

“Aye, that would be the best course of action. By going after Grima you might be doing exactly what he wants. Who knows what that vile creature has planned for you?” Rumil felt relieved now that Éomer had halted in his tracks. “Let us not venture farther beneath the ground, and seek out Haldir instead.”

“You are right,” admitted Éomer reluctantly, turning to face the Elf. “I acted rashly and did not consider the consequences of my actions.”

Rumil smiled forgivingly. “I do not know how badly Grima hurt you, but it is obvious that you are still hurting. It is understandable that your emotions got the better of you. Do not fret about it.”

Éomer smiled hesitantly at Rumil, wondering about the change in the Elf. At his arrival, Rumil had been displeased at finding Haldir bound to a Man. Had that really changed? Looking up the stairs, his eyes narrowed, finding the heavy oak door moving. Just before it banged shut, he saw a shadowed hand push it closed.

Rumil immediately spun around at hearing the lock click. He rushed up the stairs and pushed at the door, trying to open it. “We are locked in.”

“Grima is behind this.” His instincts told him his old nemesis was close. Shivers traveled down his spine, making him draw his sword. “He is close. He has set us up.”

Rumil nodded slowly. The fingers of his right hand closed around the hilt of his dagger, while his left reached for Galadriel’s gift. He wanted to keep the flask hidden as long as possible, not wanting Grima to know about their secret weapon.

Éomer moved a little closer to Rumil, determined to make sure the Elf didn’t end up hurt because of him. “Grima wants –me-. Rumil, you should stay here while I venture into the dark corridors. Grima will leave you alone when you are not close to me.”

Rumil shook his head. “Nay, I vowed to protect you and I always keep my word! I will not desert you now!”

Éomer sighed, resigned, wishing Rumil wasn’t this eager to protect him. /I can take care of myself, and I do not want Rumil to die because of me./  Reluctantly, Éomer signaled for Rumil to follow him as he descended the stairs. The dark earth swallowed them when the weak light faded, erasing their presence.

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Gamling felt frustrated now that they had failed to find even the slightest proof that Grima was close. “He must be somewhere!”

Haldir’s eyes narrowed, feeling irritated as well. “Think, Gamling, where would Grima hide?”

Gamling inclined his head. “We have searched most of the keep.”

“What about hidden passageways? Are they any caves beneath the keep?” asked Orophin, trying to think along.

Gamling suddenly nodded. “Of course! Why did I not think of them before? There are a number of caves underground. When Saruman’s army attacked we took the women and children there! It is the perfect place for Grima to hide; cold and dark!”

Haldir glared at the steward. “And you only remember now? We must hurry!” He started to march down the corridor, but halted when a cold fist wrapped itself around his heart, squeezing it hard. Leaning heavily against the wall, he tried to calm down his suddenly wheezing breathing.

“Brother, what is wrong?” Orophin folded an arm around Haldir’s waist. “Talk to me! Your behavior worries me!”

Haldir steadied his breathing and managed to calm down his thundering heart. “Éomer is in danger.”

“But Rumil and Éomer are in his rooms,” said Gamling, worried.

“We must check on them!” Haldir started to run down the corridor, ignoring the burning ache in his chest. The bond that existed between them was weakening, and he could feel Éomer slip away from him. Was that because Éomer was getting further away, or because of the shadow and Grima? Probably both.

Orophin and Gamling followed Haldir closely. When the Guardian reached and opened the door to Éomer’s rooms, all three of them stopped dead in their tracks, finding the room empty.

“He cannot be gone,” whispered Haldir, shaken.

Orophin cursed Rumil for letting Éomer slip away. “Brother, you mentioned a bond between Éomer and you. Is it still there?”

Haldir nodded absentmindedly. “But it is weakening.”

“Then we must act quickly.” Gamling stepped in front of Haldir and made eye contact with the Elf. “We must venture beneath the keep and seek out the snake.”

“Grima will die a slow death,” vowed Haldir in a venomous tone. “Lead on, Gamling. We cannot waste any more time.”

Gamling immediately guided them toward the stairs that would take them to the underground caves, but cursed loudly at finding the door locked tightly.

Haldir growled softly, sensing how evil closed in on his mate and drew his sword. “We must force this door open!”

“Let me try!” Orophin, who had briefly disappeared, now returned, carrying a heavy axe. “This should work.” Swinging it, he let it crash into the door, close to the lock.

“Try again!” Haldir’s hands were clammy and his sword almost slipped from the sweaty palms. Closing his fingers firmly around the hilt, he gritted his teeth and watched how the axe finally shattered the lock. Metal and sparks exploded from the lock and the door opened when they set their shoulders against it, pushing it ajar.

One by one, they slipped past and ran down the stairs. Haldir tried his best to ignore the chilling cold that was cruelly squeezing his heart, making it hard to stay on his feet. “He is still slipping.” By Elbereth, he couldn’t lose Éomer now that he realized how much the Man meant to him!

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Grima stood hidden in the shadows of the darkness that spread throughout the cave. He had come here after Théoden had thrown him out and he had been hiding here ever since. Théoden was gone, had left to aid Gondor, but Éomer had remained, and he wanted to exact revenge on the man who had challenged him.

/My sweet, little whelp, you have forgotten your place. You are weak, and I will show you just how vulnerable you are. Once Théoden is dead, you will hand the throne of Rohan to me and serve me like you did in the past./

Saruman had promised him Éowyn and Éomer if he served the white wizard well, and he’d had several wet dreams just thinking about imposing his will on them. The promised reward had made him eager to manipulate Théoden, and Saruman had gained great influence in Rohan, but then Gandalf had ruined his plans. Gandalf had left, but Éomer was still here.

When Éomer had been a boy he’d had complete control over the child, scaring him to death by threatening to hurt his sister in similar ways. Éomer had believed his every word, and concerned as he was for his sister’s well-being, had never told Théoden what was going on in the King’s home. /You are mine now. This time I will make sure you never challenge me again./

Grima pressed himself against the stone walls and watched Éomer pass him by. He grinned; Éomer didn’t even know he was this close! But he worried about the Elf. /That one is not supposed to be here. I will take him out first./

Calling out to the shadows that shrouded the cave, he made contact with the evil that had been buried here for centuries. When he had agreed to serve Saruman, the white wizard had given him an enchanted jewel, which he had worn as a pendant for years. No one had ever noticed the magical artefact. Now it enabled him to command the shadows, which were closing in on Éomer and the Elf. /You will suffer for denying me, Éomer./

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Rumil sensed the evil closing in on them first. His hand instinctively reached for Galadriel’s light, but he didn’t uncover it yet, wanting to use it to their advantage when they needed it most. “The evil one is close.”

Éomer shivered. “I do not need you to tell me that. I sense him as well.” Goose flesh had formed all over his body and the hair at the back of his neck stood rigid.

Even in the darkness, they made out the advancing shadows. Claws reached for them, and Éomer’s eyes widened when pain erupted in his arm where the shadow had touched him. Panting softly, he leaned against the wall, cradling his injured arm against his chest. “The darkness will swallow us.” He blamed himself for putting Rumil in danger. He should have insisted the Elf stayed at his rooms!

“Do not despair,” said Rumil sharply, finally uncovering Galadriel’s light. “We are not completely defenceless.”

Éomer gasped softly as a warm, bright light flowed through the cavern, forcing the shadows to retreat. In the corner of the formerly dark cave, his nemesis was revealed.

“It is you, snake!” Éomer’s heart beat wildly in his chest as fear and hate fought for dominance. He refused to give in to fear, and clung to his hate, drawing his sword and charging at Grima whilst Rumil kept the shadows in check.

“I hate you! You deserve to die for what you did to me.” Éomer’s voice shook with barely contained rage and hate. “You won’t escape again! King Théoden showed you mercy when you did not deserve it, and now I will right this wrong! You won’t ever hurt a child again!”

Grima clutched his pendant and held it protectively in front of him, commanding the shadows to attack Éomer, but the Elf’s light paralyzed his powers and he slowly began to realize how utterly helpless he was.

Éomer’s hate consumed him, keeping him from thinking straight. His sword shone in Galadriel’s light as it reached for Grima’s throat. Éomer acted instinctively, not allowing himself to feel afraid for a single moment, knowing it would be his downfall.

Grima opted for one last attack, using words to hurt Éomer. “My little whelp, draw in your claws. Did you forget who is master here? You will call me that again!”

Éomer was instantly propelled back into the past, hearing Grima’s pleased voice. He spat at Grima, reliving swallowing thick and acidic fluids, which had nearly choked him. “Nay! It is over now! I will never call you master again!”

Rumil’s gaze shifted from the shadows to Éomer, trying to warn the Man to be cautious, but he couldn’t risk paying too much attention to Éomer, as he needed to keep the darkness under control.

Rumil finally began to understand what had happened between Grima and Éomer. The vile, lust-filled expression in Grima’s sneaky eyes explained it all. He also understood why Haldir had held back, realizing how vulnerable Éomer would be once they knew of the Man’s suffering. /But brother, I wish you had told us! I would have insisted Éomer stayed in his rooms!/

Éomer’s eyes simmered with hate. The pain burning his arm was forgotten when the tip of his sword dipped beneath the pendant which Grima was still clutching. It must be important if Grima clung to it like that, and he wanted it removed from the snake’s person.

Grima released an infuriated scream when the enchanted pendant was torn from his neck. “Nooooo!” His hands clawed after the pendant, but it slid down Éomer’s sword and was now lost to him. 

Éomer’s fingers closed over the pendant, staring at the black jewel inside the mithril frame. Instantly the shadows retreated from the cave, and a weak light shone from the ceiling where a beam of sunlight flowed through a crack into the cavern.

Rumil still held Galadriel’s light in front of him, wary that the shadows might return, but nothing happened.

Grima dropped to his knees and stared in shock at Éomer, who now towered over him. Realizing he had lost, he raised his arms in pleading. “Mercy! Have mercy on me! Saruman clouded my mind!”

Éomer bared his teeth and growled; his sword resting against Grima’s throat. Ending the snake’s life had never been this easy, but a sense of intense regret and sadness now washed over him. Grima crouched in front of him and Éomer found it hard to believe he had ever feared the pitiful excuse for a man.

His hand, holding the sword, began to tremble as more memories resurfaced. He had only been a boy when Grima had used him to satisfy his perverse needs. Suddenly his strength deserted him, as the small child, whom he had kept buried inside his soul for so many years, cried out in pain. The sword slipped from his hand and crashed hard onto the stone floor.

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Haldir’s heart missed a beat, seeing Éomer’s sword drop onto the floor. He had to prevent Grima from grabbing the weapon and turning the tables on Éomer. His mate swayed on his feet and the hazel eyes filled with unshed tears. Memories had to be rushing in on Éomer, now that he finally faced his tormentor.

He didn’t allow himself time to wonder about the light Rumil was holding in his hand and quickly kicked the sword out of Grima’s reach. Hate filled eyes glared at him when he placed his dagger at the snake’s throat. “Now you will pay for your foul deeds, worm,” he hissed, hate dripping from his tongue.

Éomer stared at Haldir in disbelief. Where had the Elf come from? “I— ” Words deserted him as the hurting boy inside him wanted to run away so he didn’t have to face Grima, but the man he had become insisted they faced their nemesis together.

“Kill me!” snarled Grima unexpectedly. “Kill me and you will become me. You are no better than me if you kill me!”

Éomer flinched as Grima’s words reached him. The child turned away in fear, whilst the man stared at Grima, realizing there was some truth in those words. Killing Grima meant giving in to the darkness and feeding it. No matter how much he wanted to make Grima pay for the pain the snake had caused him, he didn’t want to give Grima the satisfaction of seeing him fall into shadow. “Haldir...” His voice faded slowly.

“Just give the word and I will end the worm’s life. This snake has lost its venomous teeth!” Haldir’s tone revealed utter disgust. He risked one look at his mate and saw the raw pain in those swimming orbs. Hearing Grima taunt Éomer to end his life once more, he realized what was happening. “Rumil, take Éomer back to his rooms whilst I end this worm’s life.”

Éomer’s anguished eyes met Haldir’s, begging his mate to do what he could not. During his childhood Grima’s vile touch had nearly pushed him into darkness, and he couldn’t give in to it now.

Haldir nodded once. “Leave him to me. I will make him suffer. His death will be slow and painful.”

Éomer swallowed hard. “Do it.” Turning around he allowed Rumil to fold an arm around his waist, leaning into the Elf for support. Once he was well out of Grima’s sight he finally released the tears that had been building.

Rumil supported a shaky Éomer whilst climbing the stairs, and the Man froze briefly, hearing Grima’s horrified wail. Rumil had a good idea what Haldir had done. “Are you sure you do not want to see the worm die?”

“I do not want him to haunt me any longer. Knowing he is dead will help me deal with the past, but – ”

“I understand,” soothed Rumil. “The time has come to look toward the future -- and your tormenter has no place in it.”

Éomer locked eyes with Rumil, realizing the Elf had figured out what Grima had done to him in the past, but found it mattered little now that Grima’s screams were finally dying away. He allowed Rumil to guide him back to his rooms and collapsed on the bed, staring at the floor and hoping Haldir would join him shortly.

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Haldir felt an immense sense of satisfaction as his knife cut through warm flesh, removing Grima’s genitalia and watching the man squirm in agony. “You will never again hurt a child.”

Gamling’s hands turned into fists, wishing he’d had the satisfaction of castrating Grima himself. He watched with grim satisfaction as a pool of blood formed beneath Grima, while the man begged for his life. One look at Haldir’s face told Gamling that the Elf was determined to end this for once and for all.

Complete silence descended onto them as they watched Grima slowly bleed to death. Haldir’s teeth were bared and his eyes never left Grima’s, relishing the fact that the snake was in excruciating pain.

Grima’s eyes widened as death finally approached. His body was now as cold as ice and his bleak eyes turned to Haldir, accusation in them.

Haldir’s glare was filled with hate. As Grima finally released his last breath, Haldir growled softly. His mate had been avenged and now he should return to Éomer’s side.

Orophin quickly followed his brother. Realization had dawned when Haldir had castrated Grima. By Elbereth, no wonder Haldir had been hesitant to confide in them! Éomer would want his secret kept!

No longer sparing Grima’s corpse a look, Haldir turned and left the cave, eager to be reunited with his mate.

Gamling took a step closer toward Grima and spat on the corpse. Then he turned away from it in silence, relieved that the nightmare had come to an end. Grima had finally received what he deserved.

 

Chapter Fifteen - A new beginning

Haldir immediately headed for Éomer upon entering their rooms. Locking eyes with Rumil, he said softly, “Thank you for keeping him safe. I should have warned you that he is stubborn and used to doing things his way. I am thankful that you accompanied him and did not let him out of sight.”

Rumil rose from the chair, feeling worried about Éomer, who was still staring at the floor. “Look after him, Haldir. He seems lost.”

Haldir nodded once and was about to concentrate on his mate when a question surfaced in his mind. “When I happened upon you, you were holding a light.”

“Aye, Galadriel gave it to me and said to make good use of it when the time had come.” Rumil smiled warmly and walked past Haldir toward the door. “Éomer refused to talk to me; maybe you can ease his burden.”

Haldir nodded thankfully and sat next to Éomer on the bed. The door closed behind Rumil and Haldir cradled his mate’s hands in his. “It is over now; the snake is dead and can never hurt you again.”

“He is really dead then?” asked Éomer; tension finally leaving his body. He collapsed into himself, wrapping his arms around his waist, rocking slowly.

“Aye, he is dead.” Haldir folded both arms around his mate’s shoulders and pulled him close. “Your nightmare is over. The shadow has been defeated and will haunt you no more. Peace can finally return to your heart.”

Haldir laughed bitterly. “How do I do that? I still remember the pain, his taunting voice. When I heard him call me his little whelp, my stomach turned. I barely kept from being sick.”

Haldir considered his lover’s words. “Maybe it will help if you tell me what Grima did to you in the past?”

Éomer shook his head. “I do not want to remember what he did and I want to talk about it even less. I want to forget it ever happened.”

“I doubt you will ever be able to forget the past, but maybe we can look toward the future instead?”

Éomer’s eyes sought out Haldir’s. “Will you stay here at Edoras with me?” Haldir had already agreed to staying at Edoras, but Éomer needed to hear it again.

Haldir nodded. “And once in a while we can maybe visit Lothlorien?”

“Of course.” Éomer smiled hesitantly. “Haldir, I—”

Haldir watched Éomer search for the right words and decided to help his mate by admitting his own feelings first. "Amin mela lle.”

“I love you too, Haldir,” said Éomer eventually, blushing weakly. “And maybe we can make a new start now that Grima has been dealt with? I want to do away with this shadow that has haunted me for most of my life.”

Haldir looked out of the window; the sun had set and darkness was spreading over the land. “I want to make a new beginning as well,” said Haldir thoughtfully, “but I do not want to rush this. In your eyes I read your question, but my answer is no.”

Éomer’s eyes widened. “But I thought you wanted me!”

“I do, but not when you are upset and hurting. We killed the snake only a few moments ago and you are still hurting, still dealing with the past. You need to give yourself time.” He refused to make love for the first time when Éomer was this emotionally vulnerable.

Éomer’s shoulders slumped forward. “I do not know what to do, to think or to feel. His shadow has been on my mind for so long.”

“Would you like to go for a stroll? Maybe some fresh air will do you good.”

Enthusiasm suddenly surfaced on Éomer’s face. “We could head for the stables and take the horses for a ride.”

Haldir nodded, pleased. “And after that we will eat.” He was relieved to see that the sparkle had returned to Éomer’s eyes, being worried that his lover’s confrontation with Grima had done more evil than good. But Éomer seemed to be recovering rapidly. The knowledge that Grima was dead probably helped.

Éomer rose from the bed and pulled Haldir to his feet. “Have you recovered enough to ride a horse? I did not consider your injuries and—“

“I can manage,” said Haldir, smiling. “I heard that you have wonderful horses here at Edoras.”

“You expressed an interest in them before,” recalled Éomer. “Come, let me show you!” He took hold of Haldir’s hand and pulled the Elf along. The walls were closing in on him and he wanted to be in the open.

Haldir allowed Éomer to pull him along to the stables. His mate surprised him by spinning around and grabbing hold of his waist, pushing him against the wall of the stable. “Voronwer?” Something about Éomer’s expression puzzled him.

“Thank you,” said Éomer firmly, while nodding his head. “Thank you for doing what I could not. Now that Grima is dead I feel...” Éomer paused to search for the right word, “liberated, I suppose. I feel like I can freely move about without watching my back with every move I make.”

“I enjoyed killing him,” Haldir assured Éomer. “To see your expression free of worry and fear is reward enough.”

“At least let me chose a horse worthy of you. I know their characters well and I think Firebreath will make you proud.”

“Firebreath?” said Haldir, amused.

Éomer slowly pulled him along until they stood in front of a chestnut mare with large brown eyes. Haldir understood why she had been named Firebreath. The air that left her nostrils simmered angrily.

“I will saddle her for you.” Éomer opened the doors of the horse’s box and placed a leather saddle on her back. “She will test you.”

Haldir arched an eyebrow. He knew the Rohirrim had a close bond with their horses, but wasn’t Éomer overreacting? “Why test me?”

”To see if you are worthy of her.” Éomer grinned smugly and walked over to another box where his own horse, Firefoot, was already impatiently awaiting its rider.

After mounting their horses, Éomer gave Haldir a concerned look. “Let me know if you get tired. After all, you are still healing.” Learning forward, he whispered into Firebreath’s left air, “Trot carefully for you are carrying an injured warrior.”

The mare neighed, and followed Firefoot as the white stallion headed for the gateway.

“Do you think it wise to leave the safety of the keep?” questioned Haldir.

Éomer looked over his shoulder, pleading for Haldir to understand. “I need to feel free.”

Haldir sighed and allowed his mate to continue.

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Half an hour later they returned to the stables. Haldir’s back was beginning to throb and the adrenaline which had coursed through Éomer’s body earlier had finally worn off.

Éomer helped Haldir dismount and proudly caressed Firebreath’s head. “You did well,” he told the mare.

Firefoot followed obediently when the Rohirrim guided him back to his box.

Haldir looked into Firebreath’s eyes and realized the horse was watching him in turn. /My life at Edoras might be more interesting than I thought!/

Stable hands took further care of the horses and Éomer rested his hand at the small of Haldir's back. The Elf looked tired and his movements had become slow.

“We will eat dinner and then rest. It has been an eventful day.”

Éomer nodded, not bothering to argue with Haldir when the Elf’s mind was already set.

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Arriving at the great hall, they found Orophin and Rumil already seated at the table, eating bread, meats and cheese. Wine had been served and the two Elves sipped slowly from their goblets.

“We were worried when we found your rooms empty,” said Rumil, putting down his goblet.

Haldir and Éomer joined them and began to eat as well. Haldir noticed with satisfaction that his mate’s appetite had fully returned. “We needed some fresh air.”

“Understandable,” said Orophin thoughtfully. He studied Éomer and was relieved to see the haunted expression gone from the Man’s eyes.

Gamling suddenly entered and Éomer immediately noticed the worried and saddened expression on the steward’s face. “What happened?”

Gamling cleared his throat, but his voice still trembled when he finally spoke in a soft tone. “A messenger has arrived. King Théoden has fallen in battle. He is dead.”

Éomer grabbed the armrest of his chair and his nails dug into the hard wood. His face contorted in anguish. “Nay, that cannot be true.”

Trying to comfort his mate, Haldir leaned forward and placed one hand on his mate’s, forcing Éomer to let go of the armrest. Tiny splinters of wood could be seen beneath the nails. Disbelief stared at him from Éomer’s eyes and he drew in a deep breath, knowing Éomer needed his support. His mate had barely recovered from facing Grima and now he had learned of his uncle’s unexpected death.

Gamling straightened his back and new determination was born in his eyes. “Long live Éomer, Lord of the Mark!” Éomer’s personal guards, who had been standing in the corridor, now entered and deeply bowed their heads.

Éomer forced himself to accept the horrible news. What Gamling had said was true; he was next in line and the new ruler of Rohan. Still shocked, he pushed himself to his feet and inclined his head, accepting the honor they paid him. “Gamling, I need a moment to—“

“Of course,” said Gamling, understanding the turmoil Éomer was in. “I will return later.” Gamling and the guards left and closed the door behind them.

Éomer collapsed onto his chair and stared blindly at the wall. “He cannot be dead!”

Haldir cleared his throat, rubbed Éomer’s knuckles and made eye contact with his mate. “Only a few weeks ago I did not understand death. Elves are immortal and we seldom die in battle, but after witnessing my men’s deaths I understand how deeply this affects you. You have lost someone very close to you.”

Éomer swallowed hard. “I never wanted to be king. I never thought I would ever rule Rohan!” Théodred should have succeeded Théoden, but father and son had died in battle. Now it was his duty to rule Rohan, and rule it well. 

“Drink some wine,” suggested Rumil, “maybe it will calm your nerves.” He exchanged a look with Orophin, who seemed equally worried. Éomer needed time to sort out his feelings, and this way the emotional turmoil was only growing worse.

Éomer curled his fingers around the goblet, gulping down the bittersweet liquid. He coughed as the wine flowed down his throat. His gaze locked with Haldir’s, begging his mate for a moment in private.

Haldir understood Éomer’s need to talk to him alone and turned to Orophin. “I must see to my mate now.”

Orophin nodded once. “We can talk later. Now that the danger is gone, Rumil and I will rest tonight.”

When Haldir’s eyes settled on Éomer, he found that Rumil had refilled the goblet and that his mate was emptying it once more. A blush had appeared on the Man’s face and Haldir privately cursed, realizing the wine was stronger than he had thought.

“Rumil, put away the wine!” Haldir took hold of the goblet and placed it on the table. Looking into Éomer’s eyes, he took his mate’s hands in his and pulled him to his feet. Éomer swayed slightly and Haldir steadied him by wrapping an arm around his mate’s waist. Encouraging Éomer to drink the wine had definitely been a mistake. “Help me get him to his rooms!’

Rumil correctly interpreted the dazed expression on Éomer’s face and felt guilty for offering the Man such potent wine in his current condition. Folding one arm around Éomer’s shoulders, he supported the Man as they made their way into Éomer’s room.

Rumil and Haldir laid Éomer down on the bed. Haldir mumbled, “No more wine for Éomer, Rumil.”

Rumil bowed his head. “I did not know it would affect him in this way. I drank it as well, but I am unaffected.”

“But you are healthy and not emotionally exhausted,” pointed Haldir out to his brother. “Please make sure no one disturbs his rest tonight. If there are any messengers, tell them we will be at their disposal in the morning. Tonight he must rest.”

Rumil jumped at the chance of helping Haldir and Éomer, eager to make it up to his brother for feeding the Man the wine. “I will make sure no one enters.”

Haldir nodded thankfully and sat down on the edge of the bed. Rumil left the room and closed the door behind him, realizing Haldir and Éomer needed privacy. He found Orophin pacing the corridor. “Haldir asked me to stand guard tonight. He wants Éomer to sleep undisturbed.”

“There will be more messengers tonight,” realized Orophin. “We will deal with them and give Éomer an opportunity to rest.” He pulled two chairs into the corridor and made himself comfortable. “It will be a long night...”

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Éomer’s head spun even though he was lying down. Haldir hovered above him and he reached for the Elf, pulling him down until Haldir lay beside him. The wine had gone quickly to his head, and he berated himself for drinking it, knowing Rohan wine tended to be very intoxicating, but hearing about Théoden’s death had shocked him.

“I need you, Haldir.” Éomer wrapped his arms around the Elf and clung to him.

Haldir stroked the blond locks and listened to Éomer’s too fast breathing. “What worries you most?”

“I am not prepared to rule Rohan. Théodred was Théoden’s intended heir. This feels so wrong.” He deeply inhaled Haldir’s scent and felt grateful that the Elf remained at his side. “Do you know what this means?”

Haldir made eye contact with his mate, wondering what aspect of their relationship Éomer was referring to. “What does it mean, Voronwer?”

Éomer swallowed hard. “I will need you even more now that we have a kingdom to rule. I was not taught to rule Rohan, and I will need your advice and support.”

Haldir wrapped a wild curl around his fingertip and played with it whilst studying Éomer closely. “You will rule Rohan well because you care for the land and its people. I have the utmost confidence in you.”

Éomer’s eyes widened at hearing Haldir’s admission, and the Man’s voice shook when he spoke again. “You are my strength; it might have started the other way around, but I need you more than you ever needed me. Pulling you back from the Halls of Waiting merely required me to obey Elrond’s orders, but you are doing so much more for me. You have no idea how much I need you, my silver moon.”

Haldir smiled; he liked the endearment Éomer had chosen for him. “I will light your path, Voronwer.”

“But I need more.” The wine has gone to his head, making him bolder than he normally was. His arms were still wrapped around Haldir and he skilfully rolled the Elf beneath him. “I need to know you meant everything you said; that you will stay and rule Rohan with me. I need to know you love and desire me.”

Haldir finally realized that Éomer was begging him to make love with him. “But Voronwer, it is much too soon.”

Éomer shook his head determinedly. “You rejected me earlier today; please, do not reject me again when I need you most. I want to make love with you. I want Grima’s vile touches replaced with your tender ones. Please make love with me, my silver moon.” Staring at Haldir with big, pleading eyes, he waited for his mate to reach a decision.

Haldir raised a hand and stroked the unruly curls away from Éomer’s face.  “Are you sure you are ready to take this step? I would never forgive myself for giving in when you secretly have doubts.”

A lump had formed in Éomer’s throat and he coughed nervously. “I really want this, Haldir. I need it. Please do not deny me. I need the physical side to our relationship. I need to feel you!” He needed too many things to name. “Please.”

Haldir found himself giving in, unable to deny Éomer. “What exactly do you need, Voronwer?”

Nervousness nearly overwhelmed Éomer, but the wine gave him the courage he needed to voice his needs. “I want to be inside you.” Suddenly he averted his eyes, pulled back and knelt at Haldir’s side, no longer straddling him. “I—“ He was about to apologize for his request when Haldir knelt beside him on the bed. Finding the courage to lock eyes, he stuttered, “I do not know what got into me, to assume that... that you would want that.”

The guilty expression in Éomer’s eyes alarmed Haldir. /I should have known the memories of his childhood still haunt him, no matter how boldly he might act./

“I know it hurts, being on the receiving end. I was not thinking – you should be doing the taking and I—“

Haldir cut him short. “It would be best if you claimed me, Voronwer.” He didn’t want to accidentally trigger nasty memories during their first time because Éomer was on the bottom.

“But-“ Éomer couldn’t believe Haldir was agreeing to this! The Elf moved closer to him, and unexpectedly, demanding lips settled on his. Éomer groaned wantonly, taken by surprise. Haldir’s tongue nudged against his teeth and he parted them, chasing his lover’s tongue as it darted through his mouth. Gazes locked, Éomer began to relax.

Haldir now thanked Rumil for serving his mate that wine. It had helped Éomer to relax and enjoy this. His agile fingers quickly went to work on Éomer’s shirt, unbuttoning it and sliding it down the Man’s shoulders. A fine layer of soft hair covered Éomer’s chest and he experimentally touched it, instantly liking it.

Éomer’s hands shook when they reciprocated, removing Haldir’s tunic. The soft, smooth chest felt warm and inviting beneath his fingertips. “I want you,” he whispered hoarsely, “but I do not know how to do this.”

Haldir smiled warmly. “Let me guide you.”

“Aye, I trust you; guide me.”

Haldir took hold of Éomer’s hands and placed them on his chest. His nipples were hardening and his groin tightened as he grew erect. “I want you as well, Voronwer.”

They were kneeling on the bed and now their arms went around each other’s waist, holding the other close.

“What do I do now?” Éomer hungrily stared at his beautiful lover.

“Lie back.” Haldir eased Éomer onto his back and his hands went to work on removing his mate’s leggings. Pulling down the fabric, he smiled, pleased, seeing his lover’s erection bob free from its confines. He had never seen his lover completely naked before, and what he saw made him lick his lips.

“Your leggings,” moaned Éomer dazedly, “they have to go.” He still couldn’t believe that Haldir had agreed to make love to him. It finally proved that the Elf loved him and that Haldir’s words weren’t empty as he had feared.

Haldir got to his feet momentarily and removed his leggings as well. Looking at Éomer, he noticed how the pupils had dilated with need. A part of him still worried that they were moving too quickly, but his mate hadn’t left him a choice. After climbing onto the bed again, he laid down beside his lover.

Éomer’s breathing quickened at the sight of Haldir’s naked body. The long, silver hair covered them like a warm blanket and he almost wept with joy at being touched in this gentle, intimate manner.

Haldir took the initiative then and reached for his lover’s hand. Bringing it close to his lips, his tongue dashed out, curling around the digits, licking them.

Éomer could do little else but watch, entranced as he was. Haldir surprised him by lowering his hand and placing one slippery digit at the entrance to his lover's body. Éomer froze momentarily, remembering Grima had done this to him when he had been a child - and back then it had caused a terrible pain.

Haldir saw Éomer waver and reacted by gently pushing one of his mate’s fingers past his guardian ring. Hearing Éomer’s choked whimper, he looked deeply into the Man’s eyes. “I do not feel any pain, do not worry. I only feel pleasure.”

Éomer tried to speak, but no words left his lips. Instead, he leaned in closer and covered Haldir’s lips with his. Haldir whimpered softly and, encouraged, Éomer left his lover’s lips to suckle the soft skin beneath the Elf’s collarbone. Haldir suddenly arched his back and his finger slipped in deeper.

Stunned, he noticed that Haldir’s eyes had darkened to near black. He looked down at the place where his finger disappeared into his lover’s body and slowly moved his finger inside the tight passage. Haldir released a moan that caused Éomer to grow even harder. Drops of pre-ejaculate dripped from his lover’s erection, and Éomer let a droplet slide onto his finger so he could study and then lick it, tasting his lover.

Haldir’s gaze traveled through the room and came to rest on a small carafe filled with sweet oil, which the Rohirrim used to scent the room. “I will return shortly,” he vowed, slowly removing Éomer’s digit from his body.

Éomer stared at Haldir, wondering about the Elf’s plans when his silver haired lover retrieved the carafe. Haldir placed it next to the bed, but didn’t make use of it yet. “Lie back,” he commanded, and Éomer eagerly complied.

Letting his fingers explore every inch of the Man’s body, they lingered when they encountered two hard nipples. After rolling them between his fingertips, Haldir bowed forward and licked them. Éomer lay panting beneath him and he smiled, pleased with the way his mate was reacting to his touches.

Éomer was almost too scared to move, afraid Haldir would reconsider and leave him. “I need you,” he whispered helplessly, raising his hips when cool fingers massaged his sac. His eyes nearly popped from their sockets feeling a tongue lap at the head of his erection. “Not yet, Haldir! I am about to come and-“

Haldir pulled back, and a wicked expression appeared in his black eyes as he opened the carafe. The fragrance of a multitude of flowers floated through the room as he rubbed the oil onto his mate’s shaft.

Éomer stared at Haldir in bewilderment. What would happen next? Would Haldir follow through and make love with him?

Haldir wrapped an arm around Éomer’s shoulders and pulled his mate into a sitting position. Cross-legged, Éomer now sat in front of him and Haldir moved into position, squatting atop of his lover’s erection.

Suddenly realizing Haldir’s intent, Éomer sucked in his breath. He moaned blissfully when Haldir pushed down, impaling himself. His eyes were big with surprise, sliding into the warm channel and he claimed Haldir’s lips passionately, bruising them in the process.

Haldir let him, realizing how much Éomer needed this. He shifted carefully now that he had taken in his lover’s length.

Staring at Haldir, Éomer’s entranced mind tried to comprehend that he was now fully sheathed inside his lover. Haldir sat still, not moving at all, and tears appeared in Éomer’s eyes as the connection fully snapped into place.

“By Elbereth,” whispered Haldir, feeling the connection strengthen as well. “Elrond did not tell me it would be like this when we made love. I believe he held out on me.” Concentrating on his lover, he reached out with his mind and received an echo of Éomer’s thoughts and rapture. A warm, tingling sensation crawled up his spine, and when it faded, he realized the last remnants of discomfort had left as well. Was there even a scar left on his back? He doubted it. Éomer’s fingertips softly touched his face and caressed his skin. Keeping his arms wrapped around Éomer’s shoulders, he slowly moved, drawing a surprised moan from his mate.

“Haldir, my love...” Éomer knew he wouldn’t last long; his body was tense and eager to come.

After Haldir set a slow and lazy rhythm, they made love whilst clinging to each other. Haldir was surprised when Éomer’s fingers curled themselves around his erection, stroking firmly.

“Amin mela lle, Voronwer,” whispered Haldir huskily. Acting on instinct, he leaned in closer and buried his teeth in Éomer’s neck, marking his lover. Now that their lovemaking had completed the bond, he reached orgasm and came in Éomer’s hand.

Éomer stared at the creamy liquid that dripped from his fingers and was taken by surprise when Haldir’s inner muscle contracted around him. The spasms massaged his throbbing erection and he came hard, holding on to his lover as he released both his orgasm and a choked yelp.

Haldir held Éomer close, allowing his lover to ride the last waves of ecstasy before raising his head to look at him. Éomer looked disheveled and his locks were an unruly mass. The Man’s lips were swollen and bruised, and the ecstatic expression in the hazel eyes made Haldir nearly grow hard again.

Éomer moaned helplessly when his sex slipped from his lover’s body and he tightened his hold on the Elf, making sure Haldir couldn’t leave.

The wonder that still lay in Éomer’s eyes made Haldir feel humble. He’d had his share of lovers in his long life, but none of them had ever looked at him like that.

“I love you, my silver moon,” whispered Éomer tiredly. Making love had finally worn him out and his body demanded that he rest.

Haldir returned the tight embrace, assuring Éomer he wasn’t leaving. “Was that what you needed?”

“You gave me more than I ever hoped for,” mumbled Éomer, “I will never let you go. You know that, do you not?”

Haldir smiled. “I have no desire to leave you, Voronwer.” Éomer’s hold on him finally loosened and he used that moment to ease his lover down onto his back. Éomer’s eyes were closing now that the tension had been released.

Éomer reached for Haldir and tightened his hold, realizing it had loosened. “You will stay with me and I will love you. Together we will look after Rohan and make sure everyone is happy.” His eyes slowly closed as he dozed off. “I never thought I could be this happy, but I am... Thanks to you. Stay with me, love.”

Haldir gave in and allowed Éomer to hold him during his sleep. Watching his mate’s eyes close he mused about what had just happened. That the bond allowed him glimpses of his lover’s thoughts and feelings was unexpected, but he welcomed it. /And his passion surprised both of us. He was so scared, but our love helped him overcome his fears./

Haldir made himself comfortable in Éomer’s embrace, resigning himself to the fact that his mate wouldn’t release him. Resting his head against the Man’s shoulder, he felt content and sated.

/When Elrond told me what he had done - binding us - I was mad with him, but now I want to thank him for giving me this love. My mortal love; I will love you until the day you die./

 

End

 

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