Title: A Servant or a companion (1-2/?) Author: GoldenGal_42 Author's Email: ihatescience_42@hotmail.com Pairings: Éowyn/Arwen Rating: NC17 Author's Note and/or warnings: Watch rating, none but non-con sex. Summary: Éowyn has been the personal servant of Arwen, Queen of Gondor. As their relationship takes a huge leap, on one day, Éowyn goes all the way and so they keep moving. (I’m rubbish at these, oh well!) Feedback: I don’t care if it’s insulting me. I want feedback, the good, the bad and the downright stupid. It’ll prove someone read it. If anyone wants to draw fanart of this fanfic, feel welcome to. Just email me so I know what it's called! Enjoy! ~~~ He’s gone. Thanks to the Valar he’s dead. He wasn’t the most hated man nor the most liked. No one could stand him, me being one of them. And, neither could any of the servant girls. He would get the pretty ones trapped in a corner and ask for a fuck, none gave in. Even though a lot of us had to punch him to a bloody pulp. The only times he asked me he was clearly drunk. He would keep saying I was young and beautiful, proving he was totally pissed. I was nowhere near young, I’m thirty and everyone thinks I’m twenty-seven! They only guess which proves they don’t really care. Even if I did, no chance, like Steward Boromir. I wouldn’t sleep with him. I hate people that think I swing that way. I’m from Rohan; I don’t want to sleep with the sub-kidnapper. He would usually fall to his knees and beg, He would try the same chat up lines, and I just said I don’t sleep drunken men. Only, once did he remember when he was sober, but Queen Arwen saved me, as normal. I’m glad out of everyone I served her, she was so beautiful. At the beginning it was so hard to obey her, but she made it easier by befriending me, I was only a teenager. King Théoden would come for me, as his niece, but I said I would end my life. So, everyone thinks I’m dead. That my parents named me after her, strange isn’t it. But, since Boromir the lusty war lunatic is gone. His brother, Faramir Captain of Gondor, will take over. It’s said he wasn’t the sort to trap a girl and ask for a pointless fuck. Who ever said that was a dumb ass. Chapter 1 I gently braided my mistress’ smooth, silky hair. The raven colour lid down her back, I plaited it in an interesting braid, not like she would be willing to keep it in for long. She can’t wear a dress for longer than half a day without changing. I always loved feeling her hair between my fingers, I wished I could I could rub it against my face and feel it all over my body. It was said that elves were the most beautiful creatures and they were right about Arwen. “Éowyn, go and get me a tiara.” Arwen marvelled at the braid. I walked to her draw of shinning tiaras. I wished I could feel one upon my head; it’s been years since I’ve had my own one on. “Which one, my lady?” As I traced my fingers along the gold and silver, she thought for a moment. “Something silver, something to look as good as the braid.” She looked at me with a smile. It was normal for her, not for everyone else, to compliment me. Our friendship started when I first came and over the years our friendship has grown larger than friends. As her love for Aragorn wandered away, everyday she wished she never married him. I picked a silver one that had vines that would twist in her hair; it did so as I placed it on her fair head. Her wavy hair shone slightly, Arwen looked impressed in the mirror. I stood behind her as I finished off the braid. I stared at the finished effect; it was the only reason I had to look at her, in her eyes and at her face. Also any curve of her body. She looked more beautiful than before, I was always in love with that face and hair. I wanted to own it, not as mine. But, to have it over my body, to have those lips caress my body would be a dream. Knock Knock Arwen let out an annoyed moan, it was a joy of hers to have someone play with her hair. “Please, would you get that?” Arwen asked me. I got up and opened the door, to the message boy. The only thing I didn’t want to see after I left the angel face was that sick little brat. “A message for the queen.” He bowed. “Speak.” Arwen did in her toneless voice, as most people answered in. “My lady, lord Aragorn awaits you as he wished your presence to be there awhile ago.” These message boys never made sense. “Since, lord Faramir is soon to arrive.” I’m amazed; Aragorn never had such bad grammar nor complex. “I shall leave from him at once. Éowyn, finish cleaning in here. Then wait for me. I’ll need you ready.” She got up and left as the sleeves covered her long slender fingers. I closed the door behind them. It was a pity that servants could not have relationships with their masters/mistresses, since it would get in the way of work. But, every servant had one so it didn’t matter anymore. I started putting the dresses away, folding them or hanging them on the hooks; she hardly wore them so it wasn’t really important which was which. She only wore on twice a year at the most. The Gondor horns blew loud, echoing through the city and out along the large opening field, it should have reached Osgiliath, as the captain entered the city. I could tell everyone was running to the nearest window or door to get a view of the new Steward. I couldn’t resist looking out of the large window upon the riders coming up the layers of roads of Minis Tirith. It was easy to know that every servant girl was having their own little celebration, for not being some drunken man’s love slave. The riders got to the sub-highest level where the royal stables were, along with the chambers of the King, Queen, and Steward, Captain, royal servants and rooms for secret meetings. The rider at front, with ginger hair, looking tall and proud, was Faramir he was wearing the colours and tree of Gondor, with the basic chain mail, his horse was the only white stallion in the group, he waved to the people and looked up and stared strangely at me. I looked away and went to back to work; I heard the cheering get louder and then was silence by Aragorn saying some words. But, I couldn’t hear the words. I continued putting a couple of dresses away, as Arwen ran in and faced her back to my face. “Undo the dress.” She said hurried, I undid the hooks that held the dress together. She had slammed the door shut, so no one could see. I undid the hooks, the dress fell down slim and silky body, and her hair was let down and just reached her bum. I stopped staring and grabbed a dress off the bed; she hadn’t worn the dress for two years. Hoping it would fit I placed it on the floor for her to step in. She pulled the dress up to her shoulders, I fitting the hooks; the dress was a beautiful lime green one. I wish I didn’t have to cover up her nakedness, she was so beautiful to look upon the dresses really spoilt the picture. I picked up the tiara she dropped on the floor, along with the dress she was wearing. “Thank you.” She kissed me, aiming for my check as usual, but ended up on my lips. I opened my mouth and pushed the kiss more not knowing to expect. All I wanted was that kiss to go further, it did. Her smooth lips parted from each other, her tongue met mine, and they started to wind. Her hands slowly took a hold of me, they held my waist and pulled me forward, I threw the dress and tiara to the floor. Her hands lead lower to my bum; I put my hands on the back of her head and push her head forward. I felt her hair between my fingers once more, I lowered my hands to the hooks of the dress, and I moved them around to undo them. Knock Knock We both released from the kiss, we gasped for breath. She looked worried; she hurried to the mirror, to see if she looked fine, she was more gorgeous then ever before. I just stood there, with my arms in as they were before. Arwen pushed her hair about, she left the door to me. I walked to the door, to Aragorn. I bowed, and then again as Faramir came from behind him. “Come on, Arwen, the celebration is soon to begin. We must not be late.” Aragorn smiled, Arwen looked to him. “Y-yeah.” She got up and linked arms with him. The unhappy couple walked out the door. Faramir looked at my lustily, like Boromir did. Too many curses flew through my mind, I turned and went to the clothes. I hoped he would have left, but he kept trying to hook me, he used all the chat up lines. Once he thought he had me, I gave him no hint, he grabbed in his arms, and I pulled myself out of them. He got me trapped in a corner, he was drunk, and I said when he’s sober. He tried to kiss me, I moved my head and he nuzzled in my neck. I struggled out of his arms, but his beer breath made me woozy. I kneed him in his weak spot and ran out of the room, I wished there was another way out of it. I slid into my small room and leaned against the door. I took deep breaths so the smell left my senses, some foot steps walked down the corridor and stopped at my room. The figure pushed against my strength and tried to get in. Tears came from my eyes, fell to my knees and had my face in my hands. I wished I was with Arwen to be in the kiss again, with her arms around me, to know she was there, to feel her. With the elven- maiden I loved, not behind my door with some drunken man trying to get in. With a woman not a man, to have men banished from me. To hold my mistress in my arms and feel her upon me, to have her soft lips on my body. The banging stopped, to figure and its smell walked off in pain. I relaxed against the door and thought of Arwen her softness. To be able to touch what was behind the dress, I knew what was there, but never could touch it. I had an idea of it in my mind of what it would be like, if I ever felt her warm touch again. What if she didn’t mean to kiss back, just a fling of the moment like all the men do. Like it didn’t matter. Like she just wanted someone to kiss, because Aragorn wasn’t enough for her, just something quick and pointless. Just something to keep her up. Chapter 2 Knock Knock “Who is it?” I asked, I had no idea of the time, or who it was. It was still dark the city was somehow still shinning, the stone looked dirty, but somehow still shiny. “Éowyn, Arwen asks for your presence.” The message said in a calm voice, I was a servant I couldn’t care how he sounded. I got up and opened the door; the messenger had already walked away. I went the other way, I got to Arwen’s chamber. Then Faramir jumped out and held me against the wall. “You work too hard.” The clock struck, Faramir looked at it, then with a grin back to me, “It’s the middle of the night and you still wait on your lady.” I turned my head as his smell came to me, “That’s what I’m meant to do.” I tried to push him off from under him. He was larger so, it was unfair. “I tell you to take a break. Relax a bit.” He winked, I was going to be sick at that moment. “I’m not your servant!” I pushed him off, I ran off but stopped because he grabbed my arm. “I’m a Steward, you are a servant, and I need some service. You could help.” Widen his grin as far as possible, going either sides of his unshaved chin “I’m lady Arwen’s personally servant, I obey her and no one else.” I twisted my arm, his went round with it. He screamed in pain and let go of my arm. I ran out his reach, I ran really to no where, I hadn’t the faintest clue where I was going. I looked back, he wasn’t following. I bumped into Arwen. “Éowyn?” Arwen looked worried at me, because I was running, “What is it?” she took me in her arms and held me tight, she let my head fall on her shoulder. She walked me along the corridor. “Faramir.” I gently said, I felt like nothing mattered, I was safe, he wouldn’t get me. “Men.” Arwen stated plainly, she opened the door to her chamber and she closed it behind us. She sat down on the bed, I joined her as she cuddled me. She let me lay down, I had my head on her lap, and her raven hair fell on my face as she looked down at me. She stroked my head, I looked up at her beautiful face. I wanted to say sorry about before, I opened my mouth to speak, but her tongue was down my throat. I answered her kiss and forgot what I was thinking about, just our salvia mixing was enough, this was our second meet. I rose into the sitting position, I held her hands that were grabbing mine. Her lips left my mouth and licked my ears and her teeth crushed with my ear between them. My face was burning with blushes and my body did the same, I was hot all over, I wanted to take off my dress, to cool down. Her lips meet mine again, making it passionate. At that time Aragorn ran in, we stopped kissing and looked at him, he stared back, with he eyes wide and mouth open. I brushed my hair behind my ear and looked to the floor, I let go of Arwen’s hands and held onto my dress. Arwen looked into his eyes, then down. “Éowyn, that is all.” Aragorn said, still in shook, he thought his marriage was fine and happy. I got up and walked back, I looked at Arwen. I could tell Aragorn would say some curses that even Arwen didn’t know. I walked to my room and fell upon my bed, the door flew shut. And I held on to my pillow, still thinking about Arwen. I wish she was with me on my bed, so I could cuddle her and kiss her again and go other places. I wish Aragorn hadn’t gone in I wish he was drunk downstairs, so I could have gone further. I could have felt her warmth all over me, just to be with her. The Night went quickly as I slept, the party was finished, with most of the men still sleeping in the halls, and Minis Tirith was quiet. It was so peaceful, only to be awoken with a large high pitch scream. It was Arwen. I jumped off my bed and out of my room, down to the royal chamber, seeing a few tired confused servants who were still cleaning the party up. I opened the chamber door as Aragorn was striking Arwen across her face and body, she fell backwards against the wall. The room was dark, just from a few candles, as the sun had not risen. I gasped at the sight, Aragorn looked back at me. He walked up to me and gave me a warning look as if he would hit me, but he walked on by. He walked down the corridor, ignoring the servants. I ran to Arwen, I slammed the door behind me. I took her in my arms and helped her up, she had her hand on her check, where he hit her. I sat her on the bed, she rested her head on my beasts, and she sent out a tear, I hugged her in my arms, just as I wanted. I brushed her hair from her soft face. She lifted her face and caressed my lips with hers. The kiss quickly became passionate, as we opened our mouths at the same time. Our tongues came together and winded as we wanted, the memories of that night were remembered forever. It would be my first time. She knew that. Our tongues whirled together in pleasure, they wrapped around each other. She allowed me to catch my breath, by moving her kisses across my check, slipping across to my right ear. She licked it senselessly, making it torture for me because I wanted her to press on. She wetted it slowly, her long tongue lapped over my ear. She nibbled it roughly, clawing at it, making it the centre of attention. She quickly leaped to my left when my right was numb. Once I regained my normal breathing, though I was boiling with her warmth. She pushed me down onto the soft bed. She stayed on top of me and romantically kissed me, whenever she tried to pull off, I locked on. When I pulled off she urged me on. She ran to the door and locked it, I used the time to breathe and get air, and I wished her to be on the bed with me. She saw the wish and jumped on the bed and continued the kiss. Her lips left mine and went lower, down my chin to my neck. She mix nuzzles, nibbles and kisses into my neck. She went lower again, she moved my dress as she went too low. She undid the dress and pulled it off me. Her kisses circled my breasts the circles got smaller as she laid her tongue over my already hardened nipple. She placed her whole mouth over it and tarted to bite it, turning it sore red. It hurt, but it raised the pleasure streaming through my body. I raised my hands to move the dress and uncover the body I had fell in love with. Her kisses showered my other beast, she went lower going down my stomach, below the waist. She stopped. She got her right index finger, she showed it up to me and smiled. Then she placed it in me, I released a streak of fun, I held back by biting my lower lip. My hands amusedly grabbed the bed posts. Arwen riddled her tongue in my mouth, to silence the noise, it notified her that she was doing it right. Once she saw my hands loosening their grip as I got use to the feeling, she added another finger, it hurt but I was willing. My hands tightened their grip, her tongue tried to hold mine that was moving uncontrollably, the sounds of my lungs came out as tiny muffles. The third came as a shock, as I wasn’t used to the second. I forgot the kiss and gasped for air. She pushed her fingers in more, which pushed my body up and down. Her other hand was on my face to make me feel better. She removed her fingers that let me let go of the stress, I wished her back inside me. She put it the over way, by placing her fingers in her mouth and sucking me in and letting my wetness go down her throat, the flavour going with it. She liked it, she moved her hands to either side of my hip she pushed my knees to bend. She bent her head down and licked my soft spot. I bite my lip, drawing blood as she stuck her tongue inside me and played about with it, as if it were my mouth. I wanted that moment to last for an age, with her hands holding my hip I let out a cry of joy. She stopped the movement inside me, and climbed up next to me, with the most beautiful smile on her face. She cuddled me in her arms as I let go of the bed posts. She whispered some elvish in my ear and soon I was asleep. I slept into the morning, I was half asleep, half awake. As the two soft arms left my sides, two voices were talking, one was Arwen’s the other was someone’s I had heard, but couldn’t recall. The unknown voice started: “So, I can?”“No! She’s mine!” Arwen nearly shouted, “I’ve made her mine, and as queen she’s my personal property and my own.”“Lord Aragorn won’t let you be queen for much longer, thanks to her. You have gone to your lowest.”“And, I’m still higher than a Steward.” Arwen said back, to Faramir, spitefully. “I will have her and the king will have a new queen.” Arwen shut the door in his face. My mind was fuzzy it was all I could recall. Since Arwen poured some liquid to a cloth and covered my nose and mouth with it, I breathed in the fumes and I was sent to sleep. ~~~ Feedback please!!!