TITLE: Learning Lessons; Hospitality
AUTHOR: Aeneus
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Éowyn/Galadriel
SUMMARY: Galadriel tries to make Éowyn feel at home.
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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
NOTE: second part of 'Learning Lessons'
Hugs and kisses for my Beta's Half Elf Lost and GlamorC <3

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A hand stroked the inside of my thigh. I tried to lift my leg to invite the 
touch, but my legs were tied down. Another hand moved over my arm towards my 
neck. I turned my head to see it, but I suddenly realised it was dark. 
Invisible fingers caressed my hips, tickling enough to make my breath hitch.

Something shifted low over my belly. I felt my stomach ache. Longingly, I 
raised my hips, instinctively knowing where this feeling could lead. I 
wanted more contact, more stimulation, but the touch withdrew. The sudden 
cold was painful. I wanted to call out, but I couldn't make a sound. I tried 
again, gasping for breath. I felt a surge of panic, desperate to breathe, to 
see, to touch…

I opened my eyes and my lungs filled with a rush of air. Dazed, I blinked my 
eyes, adjusting to the bright sunlight falling through cracks in the 
curtains. I found myself lying in a bed I didn’t remember falling asleep in. 
I was sweaty and naked and slightly disoriented. The sheets were tangled all 
around me and it took me some time to unravel myself. I tried to clear my 
mind so I could remember the night before and how I got here, but the 
memories were vague like a fleeting dream.

The room was strange to me. It was spacious and sparingly decorated. I 
pulled a sheet from the bed and wrapped myself in it. Unsteadily I got up; 
my bare feet feeling cold on the wooden floor. I tried the door, but it was 
locked. I moved over to one of the windows and opened the white linen 
curtain some more. I found myself looking down at least thirty feet from the 
ground.

I felt the fog in my brain stirring; the strangeness of my situation was 
confusing me. There were branches in sight that I might be able to reach if 
I jumped, but it would be risky. A part of me considered the option. I felt 
uneasy, but strangely not afraid. As if somehow I knew I wasn't in danger.

I opened one of the windowpanes. The fresh air felt good on my face and 
helped me to relax somewhat. I leaned out to see more of my surroundings.

Then I saw Windfola.

With a shock I remember how I got here. I had met Galadriel - a living myth. 
I was in the elven kingdom of Lothlorien. My face grew warm as I remembered 
the events of last night. My stomach churned and for a second I was afraid I 
would be sick. Had I really done those things? Was I really still here? I 
looked at my wrists, but could see no marks. Had she untied me, or had 
somebody else?

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. An unfamiliar 
elf entered the room, his arms filled with a water basin, a towel and 
clothing. He didn't speak or even look at me. Stunned by his sudden 
appearance, I watched him walk over to a wooden dresser and leave his items. 
When he turned to leave, my body impulsively moved to stop him; to ask him 
something; to demand to go with him or just to acknowledge me. But my mind 
was too blank. I stopped myself and watched him go.

As soon as he was gone I tried the door again, but it was still locked. 
Mechanically I washed and dressed myself, while my mind was occupied with a 
thousand questions. How did my horse get here? What would my family think 
now that both Windfola and I had been gone for two days? Would Éomer be mad 
with me? How long would I stay here?

I was so distracted, the sound of the door opening startled me. I was even 
more surprised when Galadriel herself entered. She was as striking as I 
remembered her.

I hadn't prepared what I would say to her. Now that I was confronted with 
her, I was speechless. A felt warmth wash over my face and I feared I was 
blushing.

"You look beautiful," she said to me.

I looked down at myself and for the first time really took in the dress I 
had been given. It was light and silken and a perfect fit.

"Thank you," I mumbled.

"Are you feeling well?" she asked.

I honestly didn't know. I was still too nervous about being near her again 
and too confused by the situation I found myself in and the things I wanted 
to ask.

"How did my horse get here?" I blurted out.

Galadriel laughed openly at my sudden change of topic. I felt a shiver go 
through me at the sight. She was so beautiful. I suppressed the urge to move 
forward and touch her, just to see if she was real.

"We know the paths through this land better than you do. We guided him here 
so he wouldn't be parted from you."

The thought that someone else had handled Windfola bothered me, but I knew 
he wouldn't follow anyone he didn't trust. Other questions still swarmed 
through my head that demanded answers, but I couldn’t find the right way to 
say them.

She reached out and offered her hand. "You must be hungry."

As soon as she had said it, I realised I was starving. I automatically took 
her hand, taking in the soft feel of her skin.

"Come with me," she said gently as she led me out of the room.

We walked through corridors and over a footbridge to another structure, 
whilst holding hands the whole time. At last she released me and showed me 
into a large dining room. There were rows of tables and several elves were 
already there. She sat down next to a male elf and motioned for me to take 
the chair on her other side.

I looked around the room and thought I saw some familiar faces from 
yesterday, but I couldn't be sure. A number of elves eyed me curiously, but 
none spoke to me directly. They whispered to each other and then quickly 
looked away. It made me feel very uncomfortable. I looked to Galadriel for 
guidance, but she ignored me. She leaned away from me and kissed the elf 
next to her. He had the same golden hair as Galadriel, but shorter than 
hers. They spoke in elvish and the elf gave me a hard look. I felt myself 
blushing and looked away.

Someone put food on the plate in front of me. I was very hungry, but I could 
barely make myself eat. There was fruit and something that looked like 
bread, but tasted different. I nibbled but all my appetite seemed to have 
disappeared.

My stomach felt like a big knot and all I wanted was to leave and to be 
alone with Galadriel again. I tried to catch her eye several times, but she 
never looked in my direction. She was either in conversation with the elf 
next to her or looking over the room and I didn't want to disturb her.

I returned to pushing the food around my plate when I suddenly felt her hand 
on my head. I looked up and to my astonishment she leaned over and kissed my 
forehead. It was such an intimate gesture I felt for sure the whole room 
must be watching us.

She took my arm and stood up. I figured this meant breakfast was over and I 
stood up to follow her. As we passed behind the male elf, he turned round 
and put his hand on my other arm.

"Welcome to Caras Galadhon, Lady Éowyn," he said politely. "I see you're a 
much more interesting guest than some of the last ones."

His tone was courteous, but there was cold underneath. I looked at Galadriel 
in surprise and caught the venomous look in her eyes. It froze me, but then 
it was gone and she just walked away. I looked back at the elf, but he had 
already returned to his breakfast, so I followed Galadriel.

The whole event left me bewildered. I walked behind her in silence and I 
noticed that we were taking a different route than before.

"I want to see Windfola," I said to fill the silence.

She turned to me. Her eyes were soft and kind, making me forget about my 
strange breakfast. "Of course," she nodded. "I'm taking you to him right 
now."

We walked down a long spiralling staircase till we were on the forest floor. 
I followed her through some trees, when I heard the familiar neighing of my 
horse. He knew I was near. I speeded my strides towards the sound. Windfola 
reacted the minute he saw me and raised his head towards me in greeting. I 
stroked his neck and finally felt the tightness in my stomach loosen. I 
hadn't even realised how nervous I'd been.

I was so happy, I forgot Galadriel was even there, as I patted and whispered 
assurances to my horse. Then I noticed her body heat close behind me. I 
stiffened. Under my hand I felt Windfola stiffen as well. Then her hand 
joined mine on Windfola's skin. I could feel the tension in his muscles 
relax under our combined touch.

As she stroked my horse, her other hand came around my waist. It rested 
softly just above my hip. Again I felt this wondrous warmth and 
unconsciously I leaned back into her embrace.

How was it that whenever she touched me, I felt as if there was no worry? I 
only wanted to stay near her - nothing else mattered.

“What magic is this?” I whispered under my breath.

I could feel Galadriel smile behind me. “Magic? I do not know this word."

I felt her kiss the back of my head. I moaned softly.

Her breath stirred my hair. "Is this another word for things unknown?" Her 
tone was teasing and I chuckled.

"I guess," I replied. "It means a power beyond our logic or understanding."

I turned my head to allow her to kiss my neck. Her tongue teasingly licked 
along the side of my chin.

"Then you will have to learn more to understand it."

She turned away from me. The abrupt lack of physically contact took me by 
surprise and I almost stumbled backwards. Windfola neighed softly, worried 
by my behaviour. I petted him to show I was all right. When I was satisfied 
he was calm and content, I looked back and saw Galadriel looking at me 
expectantly.

//Come.//

I breathed in deeply as if I could draw those words further into my head. It 
made me very aware of the confines of my dress. I followed her as we walked 
in silence once more. She held my hand again and I let her lead me through 
the forest and up into another building.

We entered a large room. There were several dark wooden tables and chairs 
and all along the walls were shelves filled with books and papers. I looked 
around in amazement. There were no windows and the room was illuminated by a 
large number of candles. This was not what I had been expecting, although I 
wasn't consciously expecting anything.

"This is one our libraries," Galadriel explained.

There was no one there but us, so I walked further into the room and eyed 
some of the books displayed on the tables.

"Do you like to read?" Galadriel asked behind me.

"I like history," I admitted. "It's the only subject I'm good at."

"Ahh, that's right. You have to learn your history from others." She walked 
to one of the shelves and caressed the spines of the books. My eyes followed 
her long fingers. "Some of us have written down the events from our earlier 
years."

My eyes were transfixed on the place her hands rested on a stack on rolled 
parchment. "I-I don't read much elvish," I stumbled.

She turned and moved away to another bookcase, breaking my spell.

"Maybe you would like to learn," she said as she motioned me to come to her. 
"There are several books here on languages."

I stood next to her; close enough to breathe the scent of her hair; the 
fresh clear smell of the first snow in winter. It was a stark contrast with 
the heavy musky smell of the books.

She handed me a large leather-bound volume. I looked at her, confused. I had 
been too distracted to hear what she was saying. Her eyes smiled at my 
bewilderment and then she leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. I almost 
dropped the book. Her tongue licked along my bottom lip. I attentively 
opened my mouth and let my tongue touch hers.

We stood there, not touching each other except for the soft clash of our 
lips. Gently she withdrew and left me gasping for breath, my fingers 
clutching the book hard enough to cause damage.

She stroked my hair lightly and said, "I'll give you some time alone."

I stood lost in thoughts for a while after Galadriel had left. At last my 
heart rate settled and my mind stopped whirling and I managed to take a few 
steps to one of the chairs and sit down. I opened the book she had given me 
and recognised some of the elvish script as well as my own language. The 
book seemed to be a study of various languages with a dictionary at the end.

I tried to understand it, but soon got tired of the complicated subject and 
put it aside. I had never been good at elvish anyway.

I took my time to browse the shelves and opened several old looking volumes. 
I found some books with drawing of woodcarvings and metal works, other with 
maps of lands I didn't recognise.

I finally settled back in my chair with a book full of beautiful detailed 
drawings of robes and dresses. I don't know how much time had gone by, when 
I was disturbed by the sound of someone entering. A male elf came in who I 
thought might be the same as the one who was in my room this morning. He was 
carrying a tray with food and drink.

He set it down on the table in front of me and bowed, telling me with a 
heavy accent that Galadriel had ordered him to see to all my needs. I nodded 
in return, not sure if he would even understand if I spoke to him.

The elf withdrew quickly. I realised I was still hungry and immediately 
attacked the plate. I was a lot more relaxed than this morning and had no 
problem eating all the fruit and bread.

I leaned back in my comfortable chair and let my thoughts drift for a 
moment. I must have fallen asleep, for when I opened my eyes, the candles 
had almost burned down. I was startled to see Galadriel standing in the 
doorway looking at me.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked. I blushed, feeling like I'd been 
caught.

"Yes, thank you," I mumbled as I straightened myself and closed the book in 
front of me. To my surprise I saw the food tray had disappeared. I felt even 
more embarrassed that I hadn't noticed when someone had come in the collect 
it.

Galadriel smiled, amused. "You must be tired; I'll show you back to your 
room."

Together we walked back to the room I had woken in this morning. The first 
thing I noticed were my clothes and belongings lying neatly on the dressing 
table. I felt relieved, but being back in this room also brought back some 
of the tension and confusion I had felt that morning. I was still too 
uncertain about my situation.

I felt her hand on my shoulder. "How long will I stay here?" I asked softly 
without looking at her.

"Do you wish to leave?" she asked back, her hands brushing through my hair.

"No," I answered quickly. The feeling of her fingers combing through my hair 
was delightfully soothing.

"But I will have to go back." I didn't want to say those words. Edoras 
seemed like another world to me now.

"You've come all this way to learn about me, haven't you?"

I moaned in agreement as her hands massaged my shoulders.

"Since you've come as a representative of the Rohan people, I take it as my 
duty to make you feel as welcome as possible and show you all there is to 
know about my realm."

Her arms moved down and encircled my waist. I felt myself pulled against her 
tightly. The close contact of her body made my head spin and my skin heat. 
"I'm very thankful for your hospitality," I answered automatically.

"And I personally would very much like you to stay," she whispered in my 
ear. Her voice was low and seductive, making me shiver in her arms. I 
nodded, unable to form any coherent reply. Whatever I was going to do, it 
would have to wait till next morning anyway. The pleasurable anticipation 
that was taking over my mind left no room for any argument.

I wanted to turn to face her, I wanted to see her eyes, I wanted to kiss 
her. But her arms held me in place. I relaxed and leaned back against her. 
One hand moved lower and came to rest over my pubic bone. Her mouth locked 
over my neck and I yelped as she sucked the skin with painful strength. But 
she soon distracted me as her fingers press between my legs. The layers of 
my dress dulled the sensations, but still I moaned out loud. Her arm around 
my waist was the only thing keeping me up.

To my own surprise I laid my hand on top of hers and guided her fingers 
towards my sex. She let me lead her movements. Her lips moved around my neck 
and shoulders. Finally she let go and spun me around. She grabbed my head 
and our lips met forcefully. I kissed her like I wanted to prove something. 
I wanted to show her I was worthy of her touch; that I could return what she 
had given to me last night.

She pushed me away and looked at me intently.

"Show yourself," she said so softly I barely heard. This time I didn't 
hesitate and quickly stripped off my clothing, till I stood naked before 
her. I held my breath as I watched her watch me. Her eyes followed the 
curves of my body. Appreciating me in a way I hadn't experienced before I 
came here.

"Sit on the bed."

Immediately I followed her order. She followed and sat down behind me. 
Automatically, I leaned back into her arms. Her hands pushed my head 
slightly forwards and she kissed my neck. This time I stifled a cry as she 
sucked painfully. I consciously tried to control my breathing. Her fingers 
moved over my face and I realised she had a piece of cloth between them. I 
closed my eyes as she tied the cloth around my head, blindfolding me.

I sat still, trying to listen more carefully for what she would do next. I 
couldn't feel her anymore. Fear of being abandoned again rose up sharply. I 
whispered her name, but there was no answer.

Just when I was about the pull off my blindfold, two hands pressed against 
my chest, pushing me flat unto the mattress. A weight settled on top of me. 
I reached out my hands, desperate to feel her presence again. She caught my 
hands and gently caressed them. She kissed each of them in turn and then 
placed them on her breasts. I realised she was naked.

I cautiously explored the firm flesh. I slowly leaned up and took one of her 
nipples into my mouth. I was pleased to hear her gasp. I let my hands roam 
over her body, feeling the smooth skin and the heat underneath. My tongue 
couldn't get enough of the taste of her flesh. I kissed her nipples and her 
neck. I brushed my fingers through her hair and traced the contours of her 
face.

I was lost in my exploration. Galadriel's weight shifted and I felt her lay 
down on the bed next to me. I wanted to stay close to her, but she held my 
arms at my side, keeping me in my place and away from her. The heat of her 
body and the sound of her breath were the only indication how close we were.

She took one of my hands again and placed it low on her belly. I trembled 
with anticipation as she led my hand downwards till my fingertips 
encountered the warm wetness of her sex. I couldn't believe I was touching 
her like this. Carefully I rubbed my fingers around her folds and heard her 
breathing increase.

Her body felt familiar and I wondered if I could make her feel the same way 
I had last night. Experimentally, I pressed further till I found the opening 
to her body and slid a finger inside. I was thrilled to feel her moist warm 
body envelop my finger. I began moving slowly in and out, feeling her 
muscles contract. Remembering what she had done last night, I pushed in 
another finger and spread them inside her. I was pleased to feel her body 
tremble slightly.

I gasped when her hand touched my hip. I held still, losing my rhythm, 
waiting for what she would do next. She moved her hand to the inside of my 
thigh and pushed it out of the way, giving her access to my own burning sex. 
I jerked involuntarily when her fingers pushed inside me without warning, 
but as soon she found her hold inside of me I was held in place.

She held still, giving me time to adjust, before beginning a gently motion 
inside me. Recovered from my shock, I began copying the motion with my own 
hand. Her movements were shallow, making my muscles cramp for more. I pushed 
my fingers deeper into her heat, hoping she would follow.

But instead she withdrew, moving the slick fingers up to my clit. The first 
touch was almost painful. I whimpered as she rubbed forcefully over the 
sensitive flesh. Reflexively, I tried to withdraw my own hand, but her other 
hand clamped over my wrist and held it in place.

I breathed through the initial discomfort, till her touch turned from 
painful to addictive. She forced my hand back to its rhythm inside her, 
while she increased the pressure on my swollen clit.

I gasped every time she moved over my susceptible nerves, knowing that every 
time, the sensation would increase. And every time I drove my fingers deeper 
inside her as a response, making her groan in unison with my own moans. I 
knew I wasn't going to last long. Galadriel left me no breathing space.

//Come for me,// she demanded and I did.

My thighs clenched around her hand, my fingers clenched inside her. I was 
too caught up to consider I might be hurting her.

Distantly, I felt her move away. When my straining muscles finally relaxed, 
I was alone on the bed. For a moment I didn’t care. I was still quietly 
enjoying the aftershocks of my orgasm.

I heard movement and knew Galadriel was till in the room with me. I felt the 
mattress move and then her hands brushed over my face, lifting off my 
blindfold. She was dressed again.

"I love it when you come for me," she said with a smile. I didn't know what 
to say so I stayed silent. She brushed my tangled hair away and kissed me 
deep. Before I could sit up to embrace her, she pulled away.

"Good night, my young one."

She turned and left me again for my second night in Caras Galadhon. I was 
too tired to worry this time. I settled under the soft bedcovers and soon 
found sleep.

THE END

February 2005