Starlit Pleasures
By The Silvan Shadow
shados_angel@yahoo.com

Pairing: Aragorn/Arwen/Eowyn
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Contains explicit sex and fem slash, also mild BDSM themes
Disclaimer: I did not create, nor do I own any of these characters.  All 
belong to J.R.R. Tolkien
Summary: Aragorn and Eowyn have unresolved feelings for each other.  
Arwen offers a solution.


Part One:  The Evenstar’s Solution

	It was a warm night in the great city of Gondor.  Fragrant breezes 
blew through the palace gardens, and the light of the full moon cast a 
silver glow upon the figures of a man and a woman.  They stood facing 
each other, speaking in low tones.

	"It pains me to see your suffering, my love."  Arwen Undomiel said 
as she brushed a dark lock of hair off of her husband's brow.  "I have loved 
you for long years, and would deny you nothing."

	Aragorn was looked into her beautiful face, amazed that she, the 
incarnation of Luthien Tinuviel, had chosen him.  Arwen was all that any 
man could desire in a wife.  She was sweet natured, beautiful, and loyal.  
Without her loving support, he could never have fulfilled his destiny and 
claimed the throne of Gondor.

	However, Aragorn was torn.  He had known from the moment he 
had laid eyes on Eowyn of Rohan in her uncle's hall, that this was no 
ordinary woman.  Eowyn was special.  She was stunningly beautiful, her 
long golden tresses the opposite of Arwen's glossy raven ones.  Not only 
was she beautiful, she also possessed courage surpassing that of most men.  
Aragorn had desired her, though he fought his feelings out of loyalty to 
Arwen.  He was well aware that Eowyn returned his feelings.  

	The conflict had somewhat resolved itself when Eowyn married 
Faramir, and Aragorn had wed Arwen.  Still, he hungered for her.  In an 
attempt to put permanent closure on the situation, Aragorn had given 
Eowyn and Faramir the realm of Ithilien to rule, and they had departed 
Gondor.  They had proven to be wise, faithful and competent rulers.  Now, 
however, Eowyn had returned to Gondor for a visit, and seeing her again 
had reawakened desires he had long suppressed.  Aragorn had chosen this 
night to confess all to Arwen, and she had, as always, been understanding 
and concerned only for him.  Her sweetness made him feel even more 
ashamed.  Aragorn suddenly realized that she was speaking.  

	"There is a simple solution to this matter, Aragorn.  I wish that you 
had come to me sooner!"  Arwen said.  

	"Solution?  I can see none," he replied.
	
	"Perhaps it is not apparent to you, but among my people, such 
situations have arisen before.  When one is torn between two lovers, the 
only choice that remains is to have both.  Only then can harmony be 
restored.  I offer you the chance to indulge in your desire for Eowyn, only 
one condition do I place upon this offer, that together she and I share your 
favors."  Arwen said, as she looked deep into his eyes.

	Aragorn was momentarily stunned.  Erotic visions danced through 
his mind, and he had to take a deep breath before he was able to continue.  
"You would do this for me, Arwen?"  He questioned her disbelievingly.      

	"For you and for myself as well.  I have long fantasized about 
asking Eowyn to join us in our love-play.  She is a very beautiful woman, 
and though I have never partaken in such erotic delights, I must admit that 
I am curious and excited by the thought."  Arwen's beautiful blue eyes had 
grown limpid with desire.  

	Aragorn took her in his strong arms.  "I love you so very much, 
Arwen my love.  I promise you that no one will ever take your place in my 
heart."  He kissed her lingeringly, and then laid her down on the soft warm 
grass and gently undressed her.  Her white skin glowed in the moonlight, 
and Aragorn kissed every inch of it before mounting her and driving them 
both to a tumultuous climax.

	Later, in the privacy of their luxurious chambers, they completed 
their plans and discussed the best way to approach their quarry.  The next 
morning, Arwen rose and dressed quickly, then sought out her friend.  
Eowyn was visiting her friends in the Houses of Healing, which were 
wonderfully empty now that the war had ended.  Eowyn glanced up and 
saw her queen, and hurried over to greet her.

	"I see that you are enjoying your visit, Eowyn," Arwen said in an 
effort to calm the butterflies in her stomach that had fluttered to life when 
she saw Eowyn.

	"Yes, it is good to be back in Gondor once more.  I am so glad to 
see you and Aragorn again.  I miss your company, though certainly 
Faramir and I have had plenty to do, restoring Ithilien to some semblance 
of order," said Eowyn with a smile.  "I am not so lonely for Faramir here 
among friends."  

	"Is he gone often then?"  Arwen asked.
	
	"Unfortunately, yes.  He has had much to do, trying to establish our 
authority along the borders.  It is frustrating, though, for we are so newly 
wed," sighed the golden-haired beauty.  

	Arwen managed to murmur a reply, but her mind was caught up in 
erotic anticipation of the night to come.  She and Eowyn chatted a bit 
more, and then Arwen realized that the time had come to extend her 
invitation.

	"Aragorn and I would be honored if you would join us for a late 
supper in our private dining room tonight, Eowyn.  We plan to dine at 
moonrise, and would welcome the time to spend some uninterrupted time 
with you."  

	"I shall certainly be there, my lady Queen."  Eowyn said, then the 
two parted.  Arwen hurried to find Aragorn.  They had much to do before 
tonight.


*******

	Eowyn hesitated outside the beautifully carved door of the king and 
queen's chambers.  She was excited, yet nervous at the prospect of seeing 
Aragorn in such intimate surroundings.  She still had very strong, 
unresolved feelings for him.  She felt as though she were betraying both 
Arwen, her friend, and Faramir, her husband, yet she was unable to help 
herself.  She had been drawn to him from the beginning, when he had 
come into her uncle's hall travel worn and dirty.  His courage and 
incredible skill in battle had only served to bind her heart to him even 
more tightly.  Since the day of her wedding to Faramir, Eowyn had 
carefully avoided being near him without the reassuring presence of her 
husband at her side.  When she had first arrived in Gondor, he had greeted 
her with the pomp and ceremony that one monarch extended to another.  
This, however, was far more awkward.  Nonetheless, it would be 
unthinkable rude to decline Aragorn and Arwen's gracious invitation.  
Taking a deep breath, Eowyn squared her shoulders and knocked on the 
door.  

	Aragorn opened it, and despite her best intentions, Eowyn felt a 
painful tug at her heart.  He was so noble, so attractive in the simple black 
silk robe he wore.  Eowyn sternly reminded herself that both he and she 
were now married, and that she must put this obsession with Aragorn from 
her once and for all.  

	"Eowyn.  How good it is to see you once again," Aragorn said as he 
took her hands in his.  He drew her into the room, and closed the door 
behind them.  Once inside, he stepped back to look at her admiringly.  
Eowyn wore a lovely scarlet gown that brought out the highlights in her 
golden hair, which hung in loose waves down her back.  She, like himself, 
had chosen to forgo any crown or headpiece.  Aragorn raised one of her 
hands to his lips, kissed it lingeringly.  She was surprised at the intimate 
touch, and unable to keep from gasping when he turned her hand over and 
warmly kissed her wrist.  She hastily withdrew her hands from his and 
took a step back.  Eowyn hoped that he couldn't tell how affected she was 
by his touch.  Only mere months ago, she had prayed for such attention 
from him.  

	Aragorn hid a smile when he saw the blush stain Eowyn's fair 
cheeks.  She was truly a beautiful woman.  He was able to be at ease 
around her, for they shared many of the same interests.  Though he would 
never admit it to his sweet Arwen, he felt even more comfortable around 
Eowyn than around her.  Perhaps it was because both sprang from the race 
of Men.  

	"Where is Queen Arwen?"  Eowyn queried in an attempt to steer 
her thoughts and his toward the fact that they were both now married to 
others.

	"Arwen will join us later.  For now, I wanted to have some time 
with you alone, Eowyn," he said.  "I assure you, Arwen is well aware of 
this, and has given her consent.  Now tell me, how have you and Faramir 
been faring?  Are you content?"

	"Oh yes, Faramir and I are very happy together.  Ithilien is 
beginning to thrive once more, and we will be ever grateful to you for 
entrusting it to us.  I only wish that he were home more often," she 
answered.

	"It must be very lonely for you, dear Eowyn.  You have only been 
wed a short time!  You and Faramir should still be on your honeymoon.  I 
don't know how he can go off and leave you...I know that I certainly could 
not do so, were you my wife."  Eowyn could think of nothing at all to say 
to this remark, and so ignored it.  With a chuckle, Aragorn led Eowyn to 
the dining table, and they sat down to an exquisite meal.  Eowyn found 
that she could eat little, for Aragorn's words and his proximity had quite 
unnerved her.  She drank a great deal of wine, however.  Several times she 
caught Aragorn's warm silver eyes gazing at her over the rim of her goblet.  
She flushed, feeling like a complete fool.  Was she merely imagining his 
odd behavior?  Eowyn wished desperately that Arwen or Faramir were 
here.  Finally, the meal was over, and Eowyn could think only of escaping 
this uncomfortable situation.  She rose, and thanked Aragorn graciously 
for the invitation.  

	"Wait, Eowyn, for there is a favor I would have from you," he said.  

	"Of course, my lord king.  You have only to name it, and it will be 
as good as yours," replied Eowyn.  

	"Ah, Eowyn, you seem so hard and so wise, yet you are really still 
an innocent."  Aragorn marveled.  "You see, I have something I must 
confess.  From the time when first we met, I have greatly admired you, and 
hungered for you as well.  Yet I was unable to act on those feelings, 
because of my love for Arwen.  I have fought to suppress my desire, but 
seeing you again has brought it surging back.  I have told Arwen of these 
feelings, and she has offered a solution to the problem.  The three of us 
could indulge in one night's passion together, and see where this road leads 
us.  Would you be willing, my lovely Eowyn?"  Aragorn asked, as he 
gently reached out and stroked her soft cheek.  He then extended his hand 
to her, as if she were his queen and he a mere supplicant at her feet.

	Eowyn felt the blood pounding through her veins.  She was 
shocked, yet intrigued by what he had offered.  There had been a time 
when she would have done anything to hear such words from him, but 
much had changed now.  She loved her husband dearly, and she couldn't 
imagine what he would say if he ever found out.  Still, in her deepest heart, 
the love she had for Aragorn burned as brightly as ever.  She looked into 
his eyes, and to her surprise, she saw both desire and compassion there.  
Eowyn closed her eyes, racked with indecision.  She felt as though she 
were standing on the edge of a precipice, looking down at her doom.  She 
had the choice.  She could walk away, and wonder for the rest of her life 
what could have happened, or she could plunge into the unknown, and see 
what lie at the bottom.  She had never been one to take the easy road, for 
her proud spirit would not allow her to do so.  She took a deep breath, 
gazed back into Aragorn's eyes, and reached for his proffered hand.  	
	
	"Yes."  Eowyn whispered as she jumped.