Title: Slow like Honey  
 
Author (including email):   Vernie (verniefraser@aol.com/holisticgodess@aol.com)  
 
Pairing(s):  Arwen and Éowyn Rating:   nc-17   (I think?)  
 
Summary:   Éowyn is at Gondor for the wedding of Arwen and Aragorn when she realizes she 
desires both the King AND Queen of Gondor.... And one of them returns her affection....  
 
Disclaimer:  They aren't mine.... *Points to them lying tangled on a kitchen table sleeping* I suggest 
before anyone uses them Éagain you wash them off.... They are a little sticky....  
 
Authors Note (if needed/desired):    FEEDBACK PLEASE!!!  I have never written any hardcore 
slash before.... Actually *cheeky smile* this is the first sex I have ever written.... So PLEASE give me 
feedback.... If I suck tell me so I don't attempt it again.... *Blows kisses* Tell me what I am doing 
wrong, and tell me what I am doing right PLEASE!! 
 
 
 
 
 
It was five days until the wedding.  A large caravan of elves had arrived at the castle in Gondor not 
more then ten minutes ago, and already Éowyn was pacing the drawing room in angst.  What was 
she doing here?  She couldn't possibly mean to go through with this, to try and talk Aragorn to marry 
her instead!  His bride had arrived in all her splendor earlier in the day surrounded by others of her 
kind.  All of them beautiful thin, generous in mouth, hair like rivers flowing down their backs.
 
Stopping her pacing she looks into a large mirror over the fireplace, a nervous hand coming up to run 
through her own long blonde hair.  She was pretty, or had though so before she had seen the Elves.  
One in particular had really caught her eye, a women with hair black as night.  She had rode near the 
front of the caravan, but her head had been uncovered, so she must be a handmaiden or something to 
the Lord Elrond's daughter.  To have a servant that beautiful must be a crime. 
 
"Excuse me?" A faintly musical voice said behind her, Éowyn's eyes darting up in the mirror to see 
the very Elven women she had been thinking of standing in the doorway to the drawing room looking 
at her.  Éowyn had not wanted to go and meet the party as they arrived so she didn't know the 
women's name, but seeing her closer she was surprised at her dress, very rich, for a servant.  
 
"Yes?" Éowyn finally answers turning around, "is there something I can help with?"
 
"I just wondered where the kitchens were...I was hoping for some tea."  The Elven women smiled, 
looking at Éowyn, her eyes studying the human before.  "Perhaps you could point me in the right 
direction?" She prompts after a moment, since Éowyn is just staring and is making no move to help. 
"Oh I...I am sorry...Milady?" Éowyn ends uncertainly, not wanting to offend her if she is a relation of 
Elrond and not really, a handmaiden.  The blond then walks forward, managing to offer a small 
smile to the Elven women, her heart freezing as she brushes past her /she smells like lavender! / Her 
mind screams.  "Allow me to show you the way.."
 
Arwen smiled to herself following the human to the kitchens, wondering the whole way if this was 
the famous Éowyn she had been warned about, the one trying to steal her Aragorn.  /She seems 
harmless, but perhaps I should still keep an eye on her, just in case. /  
 
Éowyn and Arwen sat in the kitchens off to one side out of the bustle of the preparations for that 
evening's feast to welcome to new Queen to Gondor.  Talk was sparse between the two, but for some 
reason neither felt the need to talk, they were happy to sit in silence studying the other.  Arwen was 
amazed to see the lust in the Blondes eyes when she looked at her.  But what surprised Arwen even 
more was her own growing attraction to a human female.  She was knowledgeable about war and 
answered many of Arwen's questions regarding the destruction of the ring and the status of the world 
at large.  Éowyn was so entranced with Arwen she would have told her anything had she only asked 
in her honey coated voice, so soft, yet so hard to ignore.  When they had finished with their tea 
Éowyn stood hurriedly and promised to see the women this evening at the feast.
 
Éowyn rushed off to her rooms, suddenly wanting to take a bath and get ready for dinner, where 
before she had wanted to look beautiful for the King she now wants to look beautiful for someone 
else completely.  It wasn't until she was combing out her hair that she realized she didn't know her 
name. 
 
~~    ~~   ~~  ~~ 
 
That night, Éowyn came into the Dining Hall looking radiant, her long blonde hair brushed to a 
shimmer as it caressed her bare arms, she was wearing a long pale pink dress, which accented her fair 
complexion, as well as her shining hair which was left unbound.  But, try as she might as she mingled 
before the feast, she couldn't find the particular guest she was seeking.  Then the music had stopped 
and everyone was turning to the entrance where Aragorn had walked in, Éowyn's raven-haired 
goddess on his arm in a pale blue gauzy dress, her blue eyes shooting like two missiles straight to 
Éowyn's heart when she realized.  She was not only in love with the King of Gondor she was in love 
with the Queen too!
 
Éowyn was placed at the head of the table only a few chairs down from Aragorn, next to a lovely 
Elven man named Glorfindel, who was next to Elrond sitting at the Kings right hand while his Bride 
to be graced his left hand side.  Éowyn tried to keep her eyes to her plate, but she kept feeling eyes on 
her and when she looked up there was Arwen staring at her.  Whenever the elven maiden caught 
Éowyn's eye she would smile sweetly, sometimes licking a bit of wine from her lip, or once even 
winking encouragingly at her.
 
When the plates were cleared away Éowyn escaped instantly claiming she was exhausted from all the 
activity of the day.  Aragorn smiled softly at her and wished her a good night's rest, and as much as 
she tried Éowyn couldn't stop herself from looking once more at the Queen who mouthed "you look 
beautiful". Blushing Éowyn hurried to her rooms embarrassed beyond belief, the scent of lavender 
hanging around her. 
 
~~  ~~  ~~ 
 
Later in the evening, Éowyn was wandering the halls in the night, trying to calm her heart and mind 
enough to find sleep.  The Queen was also pacing the halls still wearing the blue dress she had worn 
to dinner; she looked to have just come in from outside, her cheeks reddened slightly from the chill 
evening breeze.  Her eyes lit up when she saw Éowyn, and with a smile she came forward, running 
chilled fingers over Éowyn's cheek tenderly.  Éowyn gasped at the touch.  "What do you..." The rest 
of her words were muffled when Arwen's fingers were pressed to her lips stopping her from speaking.  
And Turning Arwen walked away the scent of lavender trailing behind her. 
 
~~  ~~  ~~ 
 
The next few days it was hard to avoid the elves, one elf in particular seemed to almost seek Éowyn 
out wherever she was she would look up and sees the Queen.  Finally seeking solitude and time to 
think on the second day of the pre-wedding celebrations she locked herself in her rooms not coming 
down for breakfast or lunch.
 
Little good it did her, she was sitting in the window seat not twenty minutes before she heard the 
queen below her window laughing and talking with Glorfindel, who seemed to be enjoying her 
company.  Éowyn was just starting to close the windows, the smell of lavender wafting up and into 
her room when Glorfindel begged the Queen to sing, which she started to do promptly.  The sound of 
her singing froze Éowyn to her spot.  It was a melancholy song of a forbidden love, a love that could 
never be shown in the light of day.  When she was finished Glorfindel applauded sweetly saying' 
"Aren't you glad your love for Aragorn is now accepted?  It is so wonderful that the two of you finally 
have each other!"  
 
With those words the elder elf left, Arwen sitting by the fountain, whispered a few moments later 
loud enough for only herself and any listeners from the window above to hear.  "It isn't Aragorn I 
sing of." 
 
~~  ~~  ~~ 
That night Éowyn didn't go to the dining hall for dinner.  Late that night try as she might to sleep, her 
stomach was demanding some nourishment, so quickly she snuck into the kitchens looking for a heel 
of bread, or some fruit, anything to calm her stomach.  What she found was the Queen, in a gauzy 
white robe, stitched through with silver thread here and there, leaning against a scrubbed counter 
eating pear slices dipped in honey.
 
Before Éowyn could retreat, sapphire blue eyes raised and locked on stormy gray and Éowyn was 
planted to the floor.  Arwen, smiled a satisfied smile, and walked slowly to Éowyn holding a finger to 
her own lips to silence her, her eyes telling the human no words were needed, she simply pressed a 
honeyed pear slice to Éowyn lips.  She opened her mouth to accept it, and as juice and honey coated 
her lower lip, the elven women leaned in to lick it off, her tongue caressing Éowyn's mouth before 
pulling back, reapplying a slice of the sweetened fruit.
 
This pattern continued until all of the fruit was gone, then the Queen, leaned in to give Éowyn one 
more soft kiss, and turning she walked out, robes fluttering behind her.  It was several minutes before 
Éowyn could move, quickly returning to her own room. 
 
~~  ~~  ~~ 
 
That night Arwen haunted even Éowyn's dreams, the scene in the kitchen could not be forgotten.  In 
her dreams it didn't end with a kiss, it began with a kiss.  And ended with two bodies on the counter 
top pouring honey all over each other and licking it off.  Their bodies rubbing and grinding together, 
lips, and tongues, legs and arms, fingers and bodies melting into one steaming tangle of pleasure.  
The blonde awoke the next morning panting, her hands caressing her lithe frame seeking release. 
 
~~  ~~  ~~ 
 
Tomorrow was the wedding, and try as she might no one was going to let Éowyn stay locked in her 
room any longer.  Her brother Éomer actually threw her over his shoulder and carried down to the 
lawns for an informal lunch.  A few of the elves had arranged an archery contest and everyone was 
going to watch.  Éomer told Éowyn whenever more then two male elves are together they have an 
archery contest.  But Éowyn was two nervous to laugh.  What if the queen was there? 
Of course when Éomer set her down he practically laid her at Arwen's feet.  The Queen smiled a 
quiet smile, her eyes glittering with something that looked strangely like desire, before everyone was 
forced to turn their attention to the archers. 
 
After some persuasion Aragorn was pulled into the contest, though it was no contest, he couldn't beat 
the elves in this their single best-known skill.  Aragorn was a graceful loser, and even made a crown 
of leaves for the winner, Haldir, who laughing bowed his blonde head, before throwing an arm 
around Aragorn's shoulder in a brotherly fashion.
 
Éowyn hadn't paid much attention to the contest though, she and the queen were sitting in the shade 
of a tree, and as everyone's attention shifted to the contest, Arwen laid a hand on Éowyn's leg asking 
her to leave her door unlocked tonight for her. Éowyn blushed, and didn't answer, the contest was 
over and everyone was congratulation the elves as well as the king for a good show, Éowyn got up 
and walked as calmly as she could back to the castle. 
 
~~  ~~  ~~ 
 
It was happening, and as much as Éowyn wanted it, almost begged for it, she was scared.  She didn't 
go to supper, but as the moon lit the night to varying levels of grays she couldn't ignore the sound of 
the handle of her door turning.  Nor could she forget the fact that she had unlocked that door after 
she heard the after dinner crowd passing.
 
Arwen was in her room, the smell of lavender overwhelming Éowyn's senses.  Then she was in her 
arms not knowing how she had gotten there.  Her hands running over the Queen's luminous skin, her 
lips following her hands, starved for the taste of her.  Slowly Arwen lays a hand along her cheek 
easing her back, her eyes telling Éowyn they had all night.
 
Arwen run a hand up Éowyn's arm, her fingers teasing that sensitive area on the backs of her upper 
arms, her eyes still locked with the blonde's, her hands started traveling up and down the skin, their 
pattern of silence maintaining as neither said a word to the other.  Éowyn, slide one of her own hands 
down Arwen's neck, tracing the skin along the line of her robe, untying it from around her waist, 
Arwen stepped back to let Éowyn's curious hands push the cloth over her arms and to the floor.   
Arwen stood before her lover completely naked, Éowyn feasted on the sight, one hand reaching up to 
weigh her breasts, a thumb swiping across a nipple instantly tightening into a hard little bud.  A 
blonde's head bows slightly capturing the nub in her mouth, suckling, her hand covering the other, 
her palm caressing it.  Arwen's breath caught slightly in her throat, then she held the back of Éowyn's 
head, cradling it, but gently urging her on.  Both women's eyes closed in pleasure at their nearness, 
Éowyn's head spinning.  Arwen sitting on the bed, gently pushing Éowyn away so she could disrobe 
her lover, she wanted to feast her eyes on her at last.
 
Éowyn's robe lay on the floor, Arwen pulling her up and onto the bed with her.  Their lips meeting in 
a hungry battle of wills, as hands run over bodies, legs become tangled, they roll back and forth, first 
the elf winning, then the human.  Fighting for the place on top and therefore the control.   Arwen 
finally snakes a hand between Éowyn's legs, trailing a delicate finger across her clit, which makes her 
stop instantly, allowing defeat.
 
Arwen grins and kisses Éowyn again, possessively, her tongue exploring the others mouth, 
investigating every crevice of her warmth as her hands roam over her body.  Finally releasing her 
mouth she moves on kissing along her neck, suckling on the space where ear meets jaw, then 
knowing how sensitive her own ears are she runs a tongue on the inside of Éowyn's ear.   Éowyn 
seeing an opportunity does the same to Arwen, making the raven haired beauty hiss in pleasure, the 
softest of moans coating Éowyn's ear. 
 
Arwen kisses her way on though, her hands blazing a trail to the human's breasts, those fleshy 
mounds more then filling Arwen's hands.  Her warm mouth closing over one nipple much like 
Éowyn had done.   She is more demanding however, her teeth sinking in, her fingers pinching and 
rolling her other nipple, before switching to tongue the other breast.  Her hands finally slip between 
the blonde's legs.  Arwen kisses her way down the flat stomach before her, then buries her face in a 
nest of springy curls.   Her tongue slicing alone the slit before her like tasting the juice of a peach that 
has split from ripeness.  Éowyn moans in sweet surprise, feeling Arwen's tongue touch her most 
sensitive of spots, but the elf isn't done, and pushing Éowyn's legs open she leans down.  Pushing her 
open exposing the damp interior, flicking her tongue rapidly along the tiny bud that has come out of 
it's hiding place.   Éowyn's body tensing under her in pleasure, a hand descending to gather Arwen's 
hair together in one hand, finally resting it on her head.  Arwen started teasing her, moving between 
the hole leaking the juice of the gods, and that tiny spot of absolute pleasure, until Éowyn unable to 
take it, pushes Arwen onto her back, head at the foot of the bed and descends on her.  Licking and 
sucking at her ears, before snaking her tongue down the elven body, to start returning the favor. 
Sucking on Arwen's clit like it were a tiny cock, sliding two fingers inside the dewy cleft of her lover, 
Arwen moans loudly. 
 
The honey-coated moan from the Elf below her drives Éowyn insane, declaring she will make Arwen 
do that again and again tonight.  She increases the pace of her fingers, pushing them deep inside the 
women squirming beneath her, she makes a `come here' gesture.   Fingers caressing that secret spot 
inside a woman, Arwen screams in surprised pleasure her body convulsing.  All her energy focused 
on those two fingers inside her and the flickering tongue, a rush of fluid coats a triumphant Éowyn's 
hand.  Sucking off her fingers she kisses her way back up Arwen's body until she is straddling one of 
her legs, her moist and swollen sex pressed against the strong flank beneath her, and kissing Arwen 
she starts rocking against her, the friction is mind-blowing to her.  Éowyn quickly slides her own 
thigh tight against Arwen, and clasping her lovers body close they start rocking and grinding against 
each other.  A tangle of limbs, their moans mingling together as they twist and turn on the enormous 
bed, finally, screaming in release together.  The room smelling strongly of lavender and the sweet 
sticky release of two women curled together, breathing each other's air.   Still not saying a word to 
each other, as they begin again, their lips touching, their kisses growing more passionate, their hands 
traveling over bodies seeking to know every inch of each others flesh.  The room fills with moans over 
and over that night, and only Glorfindel sitting by the fountain below their window knows the secrets 
of Arwen's songs, and the love of the night which will hopefully be enough for the two, though he 
knows it will never be. 
 
~~  ~~  ~~ 

Éowyn woke to an empty bed and with a small sound of longing she sits up, shoving her mass of 
blonde hair over her shoulder.  She flinches a little in surprise at the unaccustomed soreness 
throughout her body.  Grinning when she runs a hand over her leg to feel teeth marks on an inner 
thigh.  She lay back on her bed again, breathing in the day, before suddenly remembering with a 
lurch that today is the wedding.
 
She jumps off the bed, quickly rushing pull on her robe from the floor, and drawing herself a bath.  
She washes off, her hands tremebling with nerves.  She didn't know if she could do this, watch the 
women she had spent all night pleasuring marrying a man she has always lusted after.  Twisting her 
damp hair up into a knot at the base of her skull, she nods at her reflection, before going to answer 
the door.  Someone had come to fetch her for the wedding.
 
It was an outdoor wedding, chairs were lined up for the guests, and a small platform had been erected 
for the bride and groom to stand on.  Éowyn sat in a seat toward the front on the groom's side, trying 
not to think about what had happened last night.  If she thought about it too much she would become 
aroused again and then be in even more agony.  
 
Aragorn was standing on the platform now, and then the music started.  Everyone standing to get a 
look at the Elven Queen walking on her fathers arm down the aisle.  Arwen was beautiful, she was 
wearing a long white gown, gauzy sleeves cut up to her shoulders, but gathered at her wrists, her 
waist encased tightly in the shiny satin.  Raven locks left unbound, a crown of truest silver placed 
upon her head, she looked like an evening star.  And Éowyn smiled hearing quests near by 
wondering at the new glow to the Queens cheeks.
 
The wedding was beautiful and even though Éowyn thought it would be hard for to get through she 
found it enjoyable just watching the two people she loved starting before her in all their glory.  They 
made a handsome couple, and when they kissed Éowyn ignored the stab of jealousy and locked the 
image in her mind for later thought.
 
Directly after the wedding was a feast of huge proportion.  Food and wine were plentiful, and as 
more and more people came to congratulate the king the Queen was able to slip away, after shooting 
a look to Éowyn who quickly followed her.
 
They met in a darkened hallway, lips touching passionately, hands locking together, tongue dueling 
in their mouths, bodies pressing against each other.  Reluctantly Arwen pulled back and runs a hand 
over Éowyn's cheek lovingly, whispering "Thank you, my beautiful Éowyn for showing me love, and 
giving me pleasure.  I pray that you return hear often, for my husband has the heart of a wanderer 
and will not always be hear to warm my bed."  Clear blue eyes studying Éowyn for a reaction, but 
Éowyn only smiles, and turns her head to kiss the palm of the Queens hand. 
  
"Of course Milady," A small kiss in the bend of Arwen's elbow, "It would be my pleasure, honey."  A 
small smile twisting both women's delicate features, as they kiss again and return to the feast, the 
scent of lavender in the breeze of their wake through the room to their seats.