Title: Brief Pleasures Author: Aeneus (aeneus111@hotmail.com) Pairing: Galadriel/Eowyn Rating: NC-17 Warnings: kinda kinky A/N: Unbeta'ed. Written for monday_smut LJ community. Dedicated to QueenOfLothlorien, the perviest mommy on the internet. Disclaimer: Middle-Earth and everyone on it all came from the good professor's head. I'm just here to pervert it. --- The ship sailed steadily, accompanying Galadriel's dreary mood and mind. She stood on deck, staring into the blankness of the water. They had lost sight of the Grey Havens long ago and none knew how long the journey to Valinor would take. The ship was taking her back to the land of her birth; a land she hadn't seen for countless years. But Galadriel felt little joy at the prospect. She loved Lothlorien and she loved the excitement of Middle-Earth with all its wondrous and numerous peoples. Time moved fast in Middle-Earth and people learned to enjoy it while they could. Especially the brave, but ultimately frail, Humans. They most of all led brief, but passionate lives. Though Galadriel had lived and ruled amongst the Elves with happiness and contentment all her life, it were the Humans that crossed her path that had brought her the fondest memories of pleasure. Galadriel thought back on the men and women who had inspired her and fired her spirits through the years. Some she has shared with her husband, like the latest king of Gondor; some she had kept to herself. Galadriel inhaled deeply as she remembered the callous hands of her last human lover grip her and hold her down with a strength and passion unrivalled amongst the Elves. There had been an edge of anger and desperation in the way she fought for dominance - even though Galadriel had been happy to give it to her - so common to the mortal race. For sure, Éowyn had been the most pleasurable of all. The sun's refection broke over the ripples caused by the ship. Galadriel longed to bend down and let her hand trail through the water like it had done through Éowyn's golden curls. That night in Edoras, before Theoden's funeral, she had caught the fervour and desire in Éowyn's eyes. Galadriel had been enticed by this Slayer of the WitchKing and brought her back to her bedchamber with whispers of promises and a little power of her mind. It only took a few touches to unleash the full force of need and want inside this beautiful woman. They both pulled and pushed and knocked over furniture. They discarded elaborate hair ornaments and ripped expensive dresses. They tossed and turned on the bed, till Éowyn had her pressed face down with a tight grip on her hair. Galadriel could still feel her blood rush at the memory of the pain shooting through her scalp as Éowyn forced her head down on the pillows. The belt Éowyn had used from her dress to tie her hands was tight and coarse enough to leave bruises that would fade too soon. The struggle had served to built Galadriel's anticipation and she welcomed the hands that pulled her hips up harshly and penetrated her with the first object that had come to hand - a wine bottle they had taken with them to the room. Her submission was complete and Galadriel savoured every second of it. Éowyn had held her steady as she pushed the bottle further inside, filling her with equal pleasure and pain. When it could go no further, she released it, anchored inside, leaving Galadriel helpless and moaning for more. With cries of passion and frustration, Éowyn had scratched and hit her, sinking her nails and teeth into the elven flesh and finally making Galadriel come so hard, she was afraid she would break the bottle. As Galadriel had cried out the force of her climax into the mattress, her picture of humiliation was complete. Éowyn had laid down beside her and quickly brought herself to her own climax. Galadriel rolled onto her side to ease the strain of her muscles and watched her. Afterwards, Éowyn reached over her fingers for Galadriel to lick clean. Galadriel had stayed silent as she watched exhaustion claim the woman next to her and take her off to sleep. It wasn't till the next morning that Éowyn removed the bottle and finally untied her. Would she find such things in Valinor? Galadriel looked up from the water as one of the Elves cried out that land had been sighted. How she wished she could turn back the ship and have one more night in her chosen land. But the shores of Valinor grew clearer and the path behind them was closed. Celeborn joined her on deck and held her hand. Maybe she could find different diversions. Until then, she could count on the memories of those brief encounters that had filled her life to keep her warm through the nights. End.