Title: When we Loose Control 
Author (including email): Dom (punky@mogenic.com)	 
Pairing(s): Eowyn/Arwen 
Rating: NC-17	 
Summary: Arwen satisfies her own needs instead of the needs of others. 
Disclaimer: Yea, usual humdrum, I don't own any characters, Tolkien would hate me, yadda yadda.  
Warning (only if necessary): Some non-consensual, bit of semi-bondage,  
Authors Note (if needed/desired): I'm bored with all of the fem slash out there, not imaginative, always the 
same sort of thing. I am trying to add a different level here, as opposed to just straight sex (no pun intended, 
ha ha)  Forgive me if any of this offends people. I'm like this when it comes to girls, lol.
 
Crickets. The first thing Eowyn noticed that night was the humming, chirping sounds of crickets in the 
garden. The second thing she noticed was a dark figure precariously balanced on the edge of a log. Eowyn 
squinted her eyes, trying to make out the figure in the dim moonlight, to little much avail. Bewildered, she 
observed the figure for sometime.
 
Arwen had run to the sanctuary of the garden for some solitude. Here she was able to sift through her 
thoughts, one by one. Her most pressing thought of late was that of Aragorn. Not for three moons had she 
seen him smile upon her and not for four moons had she felt his touch. She missed his presence, his love and 
his support; she didn't understand why he would not attend to her anymore. The first thought that crossed 
her mind was infidelity, was Aragorn seeing someone else? It ached to ponder such thoughts but she knew 
that it could be possible. "Perhaps he just doesn't love me anymore?" Arwen murmured aloud, a single tear 
rolling down her cheek, landing in her lap leaving a small, dark stain against the white silk of her dress. 
 
Eowyn's ears pricked, hearing a distinctly female voice. Her mind raced, attempting to make out words but 
she failed, realising they were in the Elven tongue. Suddenly things clicked into place, it was Arwen, 
Aragorn's love. At that very moment a twig cracked under the weight of Eowyn's foot and Arwen stood up 
and turned around in one fluid motion. "Who is there?" Arwen called warily. Eowyn's face flushed a deep 
red, visible even in the dimness of the moonlight. She knew Arwen could see her clearly, so she replied in a 
strong voice, "It is I, Eowyn." 
 
Arwen's eyes had focused on the figure in the dark. Eowyn was clad in a light, leaf green dress that hugged 
close to her skin, revealing her slim, well-formed figure. Her hair was a mass of light, honey-gold curls, 
which tangled down towards her waist. Arwen smiled at the flushed, shocked expression upon her face, 
embarrassed to be caught spying. She knew she had the upper hand, she had caught Eowyn and now she 
could play her out a little…
 
"How long have you been watching me?" Arwen asked, her face returning to a stern appearance, like a 
schoolmaster lecturing a difficult student. Eowyn's blue eyes strained trying to focus on Arwen's tall, dark 
figure. "Not very long." she murmured, lying profusely. "I think you are lying," Arwen's started as she 
walked slowly towards Eowyn with her mouth twisted into a smirk. "I think you have been watching me for 
quite some time." 
 
As Arwen moved closer, Eowyn was able to properly see her in the moonlight. She was clad in a long, 
flowing white silk dress. The fabric shimmered in the moonlight, changing hues as Arwen walked. The collar 
of the dress compliment Arwen's slender neck and her well-defined face. Eowyn caught herself staring at 
Arwen's eyes for a moment, they sparkled in the moonlight as if her mind was thinking of some cruel 
trickery. Arwen's voice cut through Eowyn's reverie like the blade of a sword, "Can you explain yourself?" 
"I had come out here to rest, I did not realise that I was not alone. When I saw you, I did not wish to disturb 
you…" Eowyn faltered, unable to finish her sentence as waves of embarrassment and modesty flooded over 
her. Arwen's eyes flashed brighter as she accused Eowyn, "I think you were spying on me!" Eowyn hung 
her head with guilt and shame but Arwen approached her, her hand lightly touching Eowyn's chin, lifting her 
head up like that of a child's… "I'm sorry," Eowyn murmured, her eyes watering slightly. "That's not good 
enough!" Arwen haughtily replied, leaning close to Eowyn's face, looking at her, eye to eye. 
 
Thoughts were flooding Arwen's head. She had this girl so wrapped up in fear, it seemed like a waste to 
leave her. Nagging at the back of her head was images of Aragorn but she silenced them when she gazed 
into Eowyn's eyes… They seemed like mirrors of her own soul; they reflected the pain she had suffered, the 
urges she had felt and the innocence of her nature.
 
Arwen closed her eyes for a moment; over come she leant forward and kissed the lips of Eowyn who 
struggled slightly against her. She pried open Eowyn's soft lips with her tongue, at which point her 
struggling ceased. They remained embraced for a moment, Arwen's long tongue exploring the inside of 
Eowyn's mouth. To Arwen, Eowyn tasted like some sweet fruit, delicious and delectable. Arwen was in 
bliss.
 
Eowyn's heart raced. She was unsure of Arwen's intentions, but her mind was flooded with emotions and 
she accepted the kiss. Arwen's hands, which were once restraining Eowyn had slackened their grip and now 
rested on Eowyn's hips.
 
Arwen pulled back from their kiss suddenly. She stared at Eowyn's shocked face for a moment, an idea 
formulating inside her head. From her waist, Arwen removed a length of cord, smiling wickedly at Eowyn. 
"Don't think that I am not going to punish you for spying," she said huskily. Taking the cord she grasped 
Eowyn's hands and bound them. "That's better," she smiled.  "Lift your arms up. Now!" Her voice became 
harsh and angry, barking the command to Eowyn, who for the second time that evening, was wrought with 
fear.
 
Eowyn obeyed Arwen's command, nervously lifting her arms. She stared into Arwen's eyes looking for 
some form of reassurance, gaining none such thing. Arwen's eyes were blank and unrevealing. She 
approached Eowyn's figure, a slight smile turning her lips upwards. Arwen's hand reached up to Eowyn's 
face, removing stray strands of hair from her eyes. "You're a very pretty girl, Eowyn." Arwen murmured. 
Her hand now dropped slightly, passing lightly over her neck with a feather-light touch, following the 
neckline of her dress. 
 
Eowyn closed her eyes tightly. Arwen's caresses felt wonderful against her skin, her feelings of pleasure 
over powered her fear, but she could not let Arwen know. 
 
Arwen leant towards Eowyn's ear and whispered, "It was very naughty of you to spy on me, wasn't it?" Her 
tongue traced the edge of Eowyn's ear, causing her to shiver slightly. "You must answer me, Eowyn." 
Arwen's voice intoned. Eowyn's voice quivered slightly as she responded, "Yes, I've been a very naughty 
girl." Arwen's mind overflowed with pleasure, at the thought of having complete control over Eowyn.  
"Then you must do everything Arwen says, mustn't you?" She whispered, leaning down to nip at Eowyn's 
neck. "Yes, I will do everything Arwen says." She replied, gasping slightly at the pressure of Arwen's teeth.
 
Grinning wickedly, Arwen's hand fell down to the tie at the front of Eowyn's dress; gently she undid it, 
loosening the dress. Tugging slightly, it fell from Eowyn's shoulders, revealing her body. 
 
Arwen stood back, gazing for a moment at the naked body that stood before her. Eowyn's skin had a milky-
white complexion, she was slim but her muscles were toned. Her breasts were small and well formed, 
peaked with fleshy pink nipples that stood erect. Arwen smiled at the curly patch of slightly darkened hair 
between her legs. Moving forward, she caressed Eowyn, following the contour of the side of her body, she 
felt pleased with herself as she observed Eowyn's face, her eyes closed and her head tilted back slightly in a 
moment of extreme pleasure. Arwen's hand lightly touched one of Eowyn's nipples, feeling the skin 
curiously underneath her hand. 
 
Eowyn's eyes fluttered open and gazed at Arwen for a moment, willing, pleading her to go on but Arwen 
withdrew her hand. "Keep your eyes closed." She commanded and Eowyn responded instantly. Arwen 
began to lick at Eowyn's breast, sucking lightly, eliciting a small moan from Eowyn. Then a slight cry as she 
scraped her teeth lightly against the surface of Eowyn's nipple. Arwen pulled away, teasing a little, licking 
around the surface of her breasts. 
 
Arwen lowered herself onto her knees and bit into Eowyn's sides, feeling the texture of her flesh, beneath 
her teeth. Eowyn cried out and Arwen was in ecstasy. Her nips and bites moved lower and lower, past her 
abdomen. She focused a little on Eowyn's soft thighs, leaving circular teeth marks in the weak flesh. 
Arwen's breath so close to her clitoris, Eowyn found it so tantalising, she whimpered and tried to lean 
forward so that Arwen could be closer but Arwen growled, warning her against it. Instead, she teased her, 
blowing over the length of her vagina and licking her thighs and lower abdomen but missing her clitoris 
completely.
 
"I think you need to be properly punished," Arwen said suddenly. Eowyn with her eyes closed wondered 
what Arwen meant. "Turn around." Arwen commanded. Eowyn turned around on the spot, feeling Arwen's 
caress against her back. Arwen raised her hand slightly and slapped Eowyn's skin, which quivered slightly in 
response to the sudden attack. Arwen's heart fluttered, she felt in control, she felt wonderful and free, she 
slapped Eowyn's soft arse again, eliciting the same response. "A bad girl deserves to be punished!" She 
cried, slapping Eowyn again. Eowyn cried out in pain but Arwen silenced her, "If you are a good girl, I will 
give you a surprise…" Arwen murmured into her ear in a tantalising voice.  She slapped her again, laughing 
softly, "This is for all the times Aragorn left me alone," slap. "This is for all the times he ignored me," slap. 
"This is for all the times he thought only of himself," slap. 
 
Arwen was breathless and exhilarated, but her heart melted when she heard Eowyn whimpering. "Shhh," 
She said soothingly, "You have been a good girl, Eowyn. I promised I would reward you if you were. Turn 
around," she coaxed. Eowyn turned around slowly, her eyes still closed, her bound hands shaking slightly. 
 
Softly, Arwen stroked Eowyn's skin, all the time murmuring nonsense words to her, calming and soothing 
her nerves. She stroked her face, her neck, her breasts, her stomach and her lower abdomen. Then Arwen 
knelt down and kissed at Eowyn's curly hair. Eowyn could feel Arwen's breath and she sighed with relief 
and pleasure. Arwen began licking at Eowyn putting pressure onto her clitoris, causing Eowyn to groan 
softly with pleasure. "You've been a good girl, Eowyn, a very good girl." She murmured, which tickled 
Eowyn, who had to restrain giggles. 
 
Arwen's licking became stronger and stronger and Eowyn's urge to giggle disappeared, a much stronger 
urge coming into play. Eowyn's bound hands moved to rest on top of Arwen's head, attempting to push her 
into more pressure, but Arwen restrained her and instead teased her a little. Finally, she put strong pressure 
on to Eowyn's clitoris causing her to orgasm. She groaned softly, her body shaking a little from the strain. 
Feeling dizzy she swerved a little but Arwen's hand restrained her. 
 
Rising from the ground, Arwen shook her dress to free any pieces of grass. Eowyn opened her eyes and 
stared at Arwen. Arwen caught her eye and stared back, the two having a silent, complex diatribe on 
emotions. Eowyn was the first to speak, "What are you afraid of?" She asked in a soft, cautious tone. Arwen 
was shocked by such an odd question but she answered, "Of loosing control." 
 
"Unbind me." Eowyn commanded in a quiet voice. Arwen's hands moved numbly, untying the cord that 
bound Eowyn's pale hands, allowing it to fall to the ground. Then Eowyn took one last look into Arwen's 
eyes before falling to her knees and lifting the bottom of Arwen's dress, beginning to lick.
 
Arwen felt like she should stop Eowyn, it wasn't right, she had no control, but the sensation of Eowyn's 
tongue against her body stopped her. Instead she stood, staring blankly, allowing each sensation to fall over 
her, loosing control.
 
To Eowyn, Arwen tasted like ambrosia. She licked desperately at Arwen, not willing to loose the wonderful 
flavour. She felt Arwen begin to tense slightly, she was close… Eowyn leant back a little, loosing contact. 
She knew the extreme frustration Arwen would be feeling and she smiled a little, then she leant forward and 
gave little licks to Arwen, teasing, always teasing. Finally when she could see Arwen was going to go over 
the edge, she scraped her teeth against Arwen's clitoris, bringing her the most wonderful sensations.
 
Arwen gasped as her body climaxed. Waves of pleasure flowed outwards from her lower abdomen, all 
across her body. She sighed. Eowyn appeared from underneath her skirts, a look of pride across her face. 
She kissed Arwen deeply, allowing her to taste her own juices, their bodies moulding together, now equals. 
Pulling away from the kiss, Arwen took one more look at Eowyn's body. She smiled and murmured, "Thank 
you."
 
Eowyn leant down to retrieve her dress, hearing Arwen's soft thanks. When she rose from the ground again, 
she looked around but Arwen was gone. She was alone in the garden. 
 
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- Dom (Oscar)