TITLE: Learning Lessons
AUTHOR: Aeneus (aeneus111@hotmail.com)
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Éowyn/Galadriel
SUMMARY: pre-LotR. A young Éowyn is curious about the elf 
witch living in the woods and gets familiar with elven 
rope.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first.
DISCLAIMER: All of these characters are Tolkien’s, not 
mine. This is written purely for my own entertainment and 
hopefully that of others.
FEEDBACK: Highly appreciated
WARNING: Bondage / kink, but nothing heavy
NOTE: Many thanks to my beta’s Little My (and tfutcher) and 
everyone else how commented on earlier versions of this 
fic, especially GlamorC for his unique style of feedback.

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It’s unusual for me to stay after class. Normally I’d bolt 
right out the door the moment the teacher dismissed us. I’m 
just not the type to sit indoors all the time, learning my 
lessons. But that day - the day it all started - was 
different.

We had history lessons that day. I adored listening to the 
old tales about Eorl and the legends about the immortal 
elf-witch of the Lorien woods. I was instantly intrigued by 
the fanciful stories of men who had strayed into those 
woods and had become enchanted and never returned, or how 
the elves that lived under her rule mistrusted all Men and 
kept them prisoner.

I admit I secretly thought – though my brother and uncle 
would be shocked to learn - that most men who had ventured 
into the Golden Forest to seek her had poor intentions and 
probably deserved whatever happened to them. Our teacher 
seemed to be of a different opinion, speaking instead about 
the great evils hidden in Lorien and the threat that was 
ever lurking there, disregarding the aid she had given Eorl 
himself once.

I was still arguing with the teacher long after the other 
students had left. In the end he gave me such a despairing 
look - obviously questioning my sanity on the subject - 
that I walked out in frustration.

Riding has always been my favourite way of calming my 
nerves and forgetting my frustrations. So it was no 
surprise that without making a conscious decision to go 
there, I found myself in the stables, getting my horse 
ready. I had no desire to go back to lessons for the rest 
of the day, or to face my teacher again. I was in need of 
fresh air and the feel of the wind against my face.

I would often go walking or riding as far as I was allowed 
outside the city, and sometimes even further. So I knew the 
surroundings of Edoras very well, probably even better than 
my brother Éomer, who was now old enough to ride with the 
Rohirrim. The furthest I’d ever been was to the edge of 
Fangorn forest, and I had already disobeyed my uncle by 
travelling that far.

But now I intended to go even further. I have often been 
accused of being too stubborn and too rash and I confess I 
wasn’t thinking too far ahead this time either. I was 
already several miles outside Edoras before I noticed that 
I was heading in the direction of the Lothlorien forest. My 
mind had already decided I needed to go there. It would be 
a foolish journey, but I didn’t turn back or change my 
course.

I wanted to see it for myself. I needed to see if there 
really still was an Elvish realm in those woods under the 
rule of this woman. I urged Windfola to greater speed, 
knowing it would take a long time to get there. I wouldn’t 
make it back home before sundown, but that wouldn’t be the 
first time. If I could meet this Lady it would be worth it.

I rode all day with just a few short stops. Since this 
wasn’t the first time for me to ride off on the spur of the 
moment, I had made it a habit to stock essential provisions 
in my saddlebags for these unplanned trips, so I had food 
for at least a couple of days if necessary.

After riding for a long time I could finally see the edge 
of Lorien on the horizon. I gave my tired horse one more 
last spur now that my goal was in sight. Windfola seemed to 
understand that some well-earned rest would be in store for 
him and obliged with a final show of speed.

When we reached the first trees it was already dusk and too 
late to continue. I tied Windfola to a branch and made camp 
for the night. Theoden would be angry tomorrow morning to 
find I hadn’t returned yet, but I was so excited being 
between the trees of this ancient wood for the first time, 
that I didn’t want to dwell on that then.

I laid myself down between some large and twisted tree 
roots and wrapped myself in my cloak to go to sleep. I 
can’t remember when I first started to notice it, but at 
some point I realised the woods were unusually quiet. It 
was unnerving me and it seemed like I would never find 
sleep. I kept on tossing and turning in a combination of 
exhaustion and tension, until my mind wasn’t sure anymore 
whether I was dreaming or awake and I drifted into a 
surreal haze.

It was like I could feel hands on me, yet there was no one 
there. A growing sensation that was between uncomfortable 
and exciting was spreading over my skin. I wasn’t sure 
whether I was dreaming, but I didn’t want to wake up 
either. Despite the cold night, warmth was gathering inside 
of me. I tried to move my arms, but they must have gotten 
tangled in my cloak, because I couldn’t move them. My 
struggling only caused the heat to increase and stretch 
down across my lower back.

I could feel pressure on my skin, but it was so fleeting I 
couldn’t focus on it. Instinctively, I tried to curl up to 
protect myself, but something was in the way. I thought I 
could hear myself moaning, trying to move but getting more 
stuck. It felt like something was holding me down, pressing 
against my legs and moving between them, but maybe that was 
only some tree roots.

All my senses seemed to focus on the area between my legs. 
I began feeling the first tremors that I recognised from 
touching myself, but this wasn’t my doing. Strangely, my 
bewilderment made this feeling all the more intense. I was 
too dazed to think clearly, too preoccupied with this 
sensation to consider what was happening. I tried to 
stretch my legs, but it only made the pressure increase. I 
felt the unmistakable signs of my impending climax and I 
could do nothing more than let it happen.

It came fast, short and intense. I became aware of how loud 
my breathing sounded against the quiet of the forest and 
realised I must be awake. The night around me was pitch 
black, but still I was sure nothing was near me. It took 
some time for my body to calm down, before I was finally to 
find sleep again.

The rest of the night I slept undisturbed till the morning 
sun woke me. I was still a bit off balance from my strange 
night, but my resolve to go further had not dissipated. I 
took all I would need for the day from my saddlebags and 
transferred it to a small carrier bag.

I had left home without taking a sword, so as a precaution 
I took a long knife from my saddlebag as well. It wasn’t my 
primary weapon of choice, but I had trained a little with 
it. And there could be more than Elves in these woods after 
all.

I wasn’t eager to leave my horse, but I had gotten too far 
to go back now and the forest was too dense to ride. I 
untied Windfola and asked him to wait for my return, before 
taking off on foot to the heart of the forest.

I walked all morning but still I didn’t see or hear anyone 
around me. The sun was almost at her peak, when I finally 
got a sense of being followed.

I pulled out my knife, holding it out in front of me just 
in case. I stood still to listen, but all was dead silent. 
I hesitated a little and then called out. I waited and 
listened, but nothing happened.

“I mean no harm. I come in peace.” I called out again. I 
couldn’t come up with anything better to say. If I was 
truly being observed by Elves, it might at least make them 
show themselves.

I jumped as an arrow hit the ground right between my feet. 
I spun round to find the source and was confronted by a row 
of arrows pointed in my direction. All of them were being 
held in place on the strings of long slender bows almost 
the size of the elves that held them.

I lowered my knife and turned full circle, finding myself 
completely surrounded. All of them were dressed in colours 
of the wood, but still it amazed me that I hadn’t noticed 
any of them before this moment. Maybe my teacher had been 
right when he told us about Elves being able to become 
invisible at will.

One elf disengaged from the group and approached me. He was 
tall and his pale blond hair reached passed his shoulders. 
His features were more defined than those of most human 
men. He was the first elf I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t 
help myself but to stare at him.

“Why do you trespass in our forest, woman?”

His question brought me back to reality. For a moment I was 
just pleased that he had called me woman instead of girl, 
although that might have been a lack of skill in my 
language, which he spoke with an accent.

“I wish to meet the Lady of the Wood.” I tried to say 
composedly.

“Do you? And why would she receive you?”

Now I was beginning to feel uneasy. I hadn’t really 
prepared for this. I had no other reason for being there 
than my own curiosity. I hadn’t even considered that I 
might be refused entrance to her realm. Only now did I see 
how odd it might seem, for a person like me to just show up 
and ask to see their ruler. What had I been thinking? I 
searched by mind to come up with a believable story.

“I come to give a present from the people of Rohan.” I 
hoped that sounded formal enough and hoped even more so 
that uncle Theoden would never hear of this.

“What is this present?”

“I can present it only to the lady.”

I silently scolded myself for not planning anything and 
forgetting to bring a gift, but at least it would give me 
some time to think of one. The elf seemed to consider this 
for a moment and I was feeling increasingly uncomfortable 
with all the other elves looking at me unmoving with their 
arrows still poised.

Finally the elf who had spoken had made his decision.

“We don’t allow strangers to see the paths into our realm. 
You must be bound and blindfolded.”

“I understand.” I said quickly, pleased with my small 
success so far in gaining an audience.

I remained still while some Elves stepped forward and tied 
a cloth around my eyes. I protested however when I felt 
them take my bag and knife away. The knife wasn’t much use 
to me blindfolded, and even if I had complete freedom of 
movement, I doubted it would prove much of a threat here in 
my hands. But it was the only thing of any value that I had 
and the only thing remotely suitable to serve as an 
impromptu present for an elf queen.

A voice close to me told me everything was all right and 
that my belongings would be safely returned to me on my 
leave. It startled me and I was surprised to hear it was a 
female voice. I hadn’t noticed any elf women in the group 
that had stopped me. But they all dressed and looked so 
much alike, so graceful and removed, that I might have been 
mistaken.

Someone else tied my hands behind my back. Although the 
cord was tied securely, the material felt almost like silk, 
softly pressing my skin when I tested the strength of the 
knots. Another hand then took my shoulder and I was led 
away. We walked for what seemed like a long time. The elves 
would converse around me in their own tongue. I had been 
taught to read a bit of Elvish, but I didn’t recognise the 
pronunciation, so I didn’t understand any of it.

I was getting more and more apprehensive about my 
situation. Nervousness was settling in my stomach while my 
mind ran in circles thinking of the appropriate things to 
say to the Lady when I would finally meet her - and how and 
when I would ever get back home.

The female elf seemed to know common speech well enough and 
would occasionally talk to me, putting me at ease, though I 
was pretty sure she wasn’t the one leading me.

I could vaguely make out that the sunlight was getting dim. 
Either the forest was becoming more dense, or sunset was 
already approaching. Occasionally I heard new voices mingle 
with the familiar ones, but still I could in no way 
determine what was going on around me. At last the hand on 
my shoulder stopped me and the talking around me ceased. 
The sudden quiet was startling.

I was released and left in silence. I hadn’t heard any of 
them leave, but after a while I felt sure no one was near 
me anymore. I remembered what my teacher had said about 
elves being able to fly. I was starting to get worried when 
finally a voice spoke to me. I jumped a little and then 
realised it was the female elf.

“You have come to give me a present?”

I was confused by her question, so I didn’t answer. A hand 
unexpectedly stroked my shoulder, feeling strangely warm 
through my layers of clothing.

“What will my present be?” the voice now whispered near my 
ear.

The warmth created a tingly feeling and I had a sudden urge 
to scratch, if it weren’t for my bound hands. I didn’t like 
feeling this vulnerable.

I felt breath on my face as the female elf passed in front 
of me. “What do you…woman…have to give me…Galadriel?”

“Galadriel?” I recognised the name. It was the name I’d 
heard my uncle use sometimes when he spoke of Lothlorien. 
It was the name of the queen.

“Yes, Éowyn, I am Galadriel, Lady of these woods and I 
believe what would you call a witch?”

“Oh no!” I immediately interjected, “I would never say 
that.”

Maybe she did believe me to have evil intentions after all. 
Maybe I shouldn’t blame her since she obviously knew what 
the outside world thought of her.

“What does it mean?” she asked from behind me.

The sincerity of the question took me aback. But maybe she 
wanted to trick me. I thought a while before I answered, 
trying to get a bearing on where she was.

“It’s a word used out of fear of things unknown. A lot of 
men fear these woods and they fear your power.”

A hand stroked my arm briefly. “Do you not fear the 
unknown?”

Perhaps it was my blindfold that made these touches feel 
all the more intense. It brought my memories back to the 
phantom touches of my dream last night. It was confusing 
me, distracting me from my purpose: to speak to this woman 
face to face.

“No, I would want to understand it.”

She touched my face.

“There is no greater crime than ignorance, so I am pleased 
you came. I know there are few men of your race who would 
be brave - or foolish - enough to do the same.”

The light stress on the word men didn’t escape me. But 
still I couldn’t grasp the real intentions behind her 
questions. I kept this feeling of being tricked. If only I 
could see her.

”We have little knowledge of your race and the more rumours 
for it.” I continued.

Her hand hadn’t left me and now moved up to my blindfold. I 
shuddered as her fingers stroked over my eyes on the 
outside of the fabric. It was as if I could see light 
through it, even though she hadn’t removed it yet. Her 
touch had a quality that just made my heart beat faster and 
my breath go deeper. It made my stomach tighten in 
unexplained anticipation.

Finally she slipped the blindfold over my head. At first I 
had to blink at the sudden brightness. It wasn’t the 
sunlight - which was very dim - but her dress and hair that 
seemed to glow somehow. I tried to look up at her, but 
couldn’t help averting my eyes when they met hers, feeling 
suddenly like a child caught stealing by a parent. Her hand 
came back to my head to lift it up.

She forced me to look at her and the pale gleam in her eyes 
produced more of that warm tingly feeling in my belly, 
making me feel slightly giddy, like being drunk for the 
first time. She smiled as if she knew very well the feeling 
I was experiencing.

“What do you think of me now?”

I was too lost for words to respond. She was taller then I 
was, with blond hair as long as mine. She wore a tight 
fitting dress that showed off her firm body. She didn’t 
look very much older than I was, but I knew she had lived 
for millennia. That such power and history could be 
contained in such a light figure...

“You truly wish to learn the unknown?” she whispered.

She circled around me while she caressed my arm till her 
hand reached the bonds that still held my arms secure. She 
was very close and with a bit of a shock I recognised that 
being so near to her was arousing me…arousing me in a way I 
hadn’t experienced before…never in such an overpowering 
way, that seemed to take control of me without my conscious 
desire.

I licked my lips, which had suddenly gone very dry. “I 
would wish to learn all that you’d be kind enough to teach 
me.”

She pulled the rope that hung from my wrists. I had to take 
a sudden step backwards so I wouldn’t fall and ended up 
against her chest. I could feel the outline of her breasts 
against my back. Her fingers moved along the knot in my 
bindings and I felt the pressure suddenly ease off. I 
stretched my liberated arms for a moment while she moved 
back in front of me, her elegant hands playing with the 
length of rope. I couldn’t take my eyes off those hands.

“Then I think I will be very kind,” she said. “Follow me.”

She turned and silently I followed her, still too 
bewildered to speak or even to contemplate disobeying.

The trees in this part of the wood were greater than I had 
ever seen in my life. Some of them even appeared to have 
doors and windows in them. Finally we halted before a 
massive tree and she led me up a stair that circled the 
trunk. I was awed to see that in the top of the branches a 
magnificent house was built. It almost looked as if it had 
grown right out of the tree.

Galadriel preceded me inside. The room we entered was 
astounding. There were so many intricate carvings and 
decorations all over the walls and ceiling and even the 
furniture was far more delicate then I had ever seen. I 
just didn’t know where to look first.

I didn’t even notice Galadriel had moved behind me until 
suddenly her arms enfolded my shoulders and her hands 
slipped under the neckline of my dress and rested directly 
against my skin, just above the curve of my breasts.

Her grip was stronger now and it crossed my mind that I 
might not be able to break her hold if I wanted to. 
Involuntarily I inhaled deeply, making my bosom rise as if 
it wanted closer contact with those long fingers. My whole 
body was strung tight, waiting for what would come next.

Her voice sounded close to my ear. “Undress for me.”

I wanted to. I couldn’t believe it myself, but I wanted to. 
I wanted her to keep on touching my skin. I had crossed so 
many boundaries to come to her, couldn’t I cross another? I 
had done the unthinkable by coming here, why not do one 
thing more?

But even through the growing clouds of my mind, part of me 
refused to just obey. I knew I was in the arms of a being I 
couldn’t comprehend; a woman who had been a ruler among her 
race since the coming of Men. But what did that make me? 
Just a child who should to be told what to do?

//Do it//

Despite myself I felt my sex throb at hearing her words 
fill my head. It was a power I had always dreamed of. How 
easy would it be to just obey her commands?

Nervously I moved into action and my fingers fumbled with 
the clasp of my cloak. It dropped heavily on the floor when 
I finally got it loose. I moved on to the knots on my 
dress. While I was working my way downward, her hands moved 
down to gently stroke around my nipples. No one had ever 
touched me like this and her touch made me shudder.

My outer dress was now released and Galadriel slowly 
slipped it off my shoulders.

“I will unwrap my present now,” she said softly and she 
began undoing the lacings of my undergarment, exposing more 
and more of my naked skin. I didn’t know if it was the 
sound of her voice or the cool evening breeze over my skin 
that made me shiver the more. As long as her hands kept 
touching my flesh, I wouldn’t need to think.

After I was stripped of all my clothing, she led me to one 
of the wooden chairs and sat me down. I let her move me as 
if I was her servant girl, so enthralled was I by her 
actions. She picked up the rope she had discarded earlier 
and let it slip through her fingers.

“This is Elven rope, made of hithlain,” Galadriel 
explained. “As you have experienced already, it is very 
soft, but also very strong - like the Elves that made it. 
This length of rope I’ve weaved myself.”

She approached me with the rope and knelt down in front of 
me. I didn’t know whether to be scared or excited, but my 
body surely responded. I could feel the heat gather between 
my thighs as she tied each one of my wrists to the 
armrests.

She leaned forward to wrap the cord around my waist, her 
body pressing up against me as she reached her arms round 
my sides to the back of the chair. The rope seemed to 
stretch as she handled it, but then to constrict after it 
was secured around me.

Then she gently took hold of one of my ankles and placed it 
against the chair’s leg. It felt awkward to spread my legs 
in front of her like that, but I didn’t dare to resist her 
urging.

“Do not oppose me.” she said when she felt my reluctance 
and I had to admit that I didn’t really want to. I longed 
too much for her to continue, to know what she would do to 
me.

I let her bind my ankles so my legs were opened wide for 
her. From her position on the floor, Galadriel had a clear 
view of my sex, which was now throbbing with anticipation.

Her palms caressed my breasts, making my nipples harden at 
once. She took one of them between her fingers and squeezed 
painfully. I jerked, surprised by the sudden pain.

“Sit still and learn your lesson, child.” Galadriel 
admonished me, her tone seemingly light, but her eyes had 
an edge I couldn’t fathom.

She lowered her head to kiss my stomach. My breath hitched 
when I felt her tongue extend into my belly button. It made 
me desperately want to wiggle but I was too restrained.

Her golden hair flowed over my thighs; her kisses becoming 
more and more intimate further down. Finally her tongue 
reached my exposed sex and licked open my inner folds, with 
just the tip brushing my sensitive core. My body strained 
against its bonds from that feather touch alone.

Tiny flicks of her tongue teased my senses into the open. I 
tried to keep my dignity in stilling my moans and almost 
wished for a gag to go along with my current position. It 
was like she was daring me to scream - or daring me not to.

Galadriel seemed to recognise my efforts and stepped up the 
pace by sucking my clitoris into her mouth.

My breath stuck in my throat as I wanted cry out, but the 
challenge had been set and I wanted to live up to it. Her 
elven lips whispered against my intimate flesh, circling my 
clit. Her tongue was slithering between my fleshy lips, 
darting inside of me and licking my wetness.

I could feel the tension rise in my body. Her long fingers 
caressed my thighs and hips, leaving tickles all along my 
skin. Her hands trailed the inside of my legs, pushing them 
slightly more apart than they already were in their bound 
position.

My muscles clenched down as one of her fingers pushed 
between my inner lips and entered my body. I wanted to feel 
all of that finger, marking its pursuit inside of me.

A second finger followed the first one and together they 
worked to stretch me. I tried to pull them in deeper, 
wanting to feel more, but I was completely helpless.

The ropes were leaving red marks across my skin from the 
strain I put on them. If I thought it would have helped I 
would have begged. But I knew I had to have strength for 
her to finish this. I didn’t want to disappoint her, I 
wanted to impress her. I didn’t know anything about her, 
but still I wanted to be good for her.

I could feel my climax inching closer at an agonising slow 
pace. Small tremors were exhausting my strained muscles. 
But still her lips and tongue were only teasing and her 
fingers only gently probing.

After suffering this torment for a while she reached under 
the chair and showed me an elongated object that seemed to 
be made of smooth white stone. One end was rounded while 
the other ended in a broad decorated base. After she had 
displayed this object to me, she brought it to my soaking 
sex and swirled the tip between my folds, collecting my 
juices. The stone felt strangely cool and I was totally 
entranced when she lowered it and slowly pushed the tip 
past my clenching opening. I could feel it slide in 
smoothly as if my body wanted to suck it inside of me.

My muscles twitched around it, trying to pull it in deeper. 
I could feel it filling me further than Galadriel’s fingers 
had reached. Further then anything had been inside me 
before. The stretching became uncomfortable, but still I 
yearned for it.

The sensations were bordering on pain when finally the base 
of the object was pressed against my pubic bone, but every 
contraction of the muscles deep inside me around this 
thing, also sent spasms of pleasure. Galadriel held still 
for a moment before moving it slowly back and forth within 
me.

With her fingers she held my folds spread to expose my 
begging clitoris and every time she pushed down, the 
decorated base scraped over my hypersensitive flesh. I 
tried to arch up as best I could to claim that thing back 
inside me, but Galadriel anticipated my every move and 
pulled out until I felt only the rounded tip pry at my 
opening.

She continued this agonisingly slow stimulation; leaving me 
exhausted and making tears trickle out of the corners of my 
eyes. The friction was maddening. I knew there was no 
return for my rising climax, if only I could finally get 
there. Gentler then I yearned for, but at least 
persistently she let the rough surface stimulate my flesh, 
making me experience every small increase in build-up until 
she had me dangling right on the cliff of my arousal.

It only took one more stroke. Then finally I was released 
from her torture as I felt my body fall over the edge. My 
orgasm was so intense I felt like I was free falling for 
minutes, floating on the waves of contractions, which 
seemed to etch themselves into my soul.

While my senses were slowly bringing me down to earth 
again, I felt the cold phallus leaving my body. I looked 
down to see Galadriel’s tongue lap up the last of my 
spilled fluids from between my legs.

I savoured her ministrations coaxing me back to reality, 
till at last I had my breathing back under control and the 
rest of the room came back into focus.

Galadriel stood up, looking as ethereal as ever and leaned 
forward to kiss me deep. I didn’t hesitate in sucking her 
tongue deep into my mouth and licking the manifestations of 
my own spent lust off her lips.

Her mouth was forceful; tilting my head back - a last show 
of her power over me. Then she slowly pulled back, drawing 
me with her till I couldn’t follow anymore and our bodies 
lost contact.

She turned away to light some candles. Only now did I 
notice that it was already dark outside. I had never been 
away from home this long. How long would they wait before 
going out to look for me?

I shifted a little to try to get more comfortable. My 
muscles were strained and painful. The sweat drying on my 
skin was making cool down fast. After beginning a small 
fire in the hearth, Galadriel at last returned to me.

Her eyes looked at me so intensely, that my exposed 
position came back to me full force. Her lips glistened in 
the flickering candlelight, reminding me of what she had 
just done to me. A creeping sense of bewilderment edged 
around my awareness. Her fingers drifted along my cheek, 
letting me feel her warmth without feeling her touch.

“I think I’d like to learn more about you.”

My stomach clenched in sudden unease. I was stunned into 
silence, watching her leave. I couldn’t speak up to stop 
her.

I was left there, waiting for her to come back. I thought 
about crying out for help. After I had waited some more 
time, I actually did.

She didn’t come back. No one came. What if they wouldn’t 
allow me to return home? I tried in vain to free myself, 
but the rope remained tight and unyielding. What if she 
wouldn’t let me go? I knew my family would come looking for 
me, but how long would that take? And would they be able to 
find me here?

My stomach was getting upset with worry. At least Windfola 
would return home if I didn’t come back to him. Maybe he 
could lead them here.

There was nothing more I could do; nothing but wait for 
what would come.


END

Tbc…..