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: Eowyn finally resolves her feelings for Aragorn.

Part Three: 	Healing the Heart’s Wounds

	When Eowyn finally regained consciousness, she found that 
someone had cut the cords that imprisoned her.  Aragorn was curled up 
next to her, naked and fast asleep.  There was no sign of Arwen.  It was 
still dark, to her surprise.  The stars shone brightly through the windows, 
and a great shaft of moonlight fell onto the surface of the bathing pool.  
Eowyn could not remember feeling this drained since her battle with the 
Witch-King of Angmar.  The events of earlier ran over and over through 
her dazed mind, and she needed time to sort through her conflicting 
emotions.  

	Aragorn sensed Eowyn's awakening, and sat up and looked at her.  
"How do you feel?"  He asked her, as he looked intently into her grey 
eyes.

	Eowyn found it hard to meet his concerned gaze, but forced herself 
to do so.  "I don't quite know how I feel, to be honest," she replied.  "I feel 
lost, ashamed, and not at all like myself."  

	"I found your ecstasy beautiful to behold, and I long to look upon 
your passion once again!  You have naught to be ashamed of, sweet 
Eowyn.  The choice was taken from you, you were forced," Aragorn said, 
as he reached out to reassure her.  

	Eowyn pulled away, but he only tightened his grip on her resistant 
form, forcing her to look into his eyes as he bruised her mouth with hot 
kisses.  Eowyn fought to control her reaction to his nearness, but her 
treacherous body refused to heed her.  She finally allowed herself to relax 
into his warm embrace, and said, "Yes, I was forced.  What shames me is 
that I enjoyed being forced!  Even worse, I hunger for more!"  

	Aragorn groaned, and pulled her beneath him.  He stroked her face, 
wiping away the tears that had fallen unbidden from her stormy grey eyes.  
He kissed her again, and this time Eowyn did not even pretend to resist, 
glorying in the taste of his mouth on hers.  His hands reached down to 
tease and play with her breasts again, and then dropped even lower to seek 
between her nether lips.  His fingers came away glistening with her juices, 
and looking steadily into her eyes, he sucked each one clean.  

	"Arwen?" she said questioningly. 
	
	"She has given her consent, never fear," he replied, as he reached 
down and probed between her thighs again. 

	Eowyn whimpered with despair, unable to do aught but give into 
the rising tide of passion that was building within her.  She reached out 
and grasped his thick member, and with a trembling hand, she guided him 
into her.  Aragorn moaned as he sank into her inviting passage.  She was 
hot and tight and wet, and it seemed to him that she fit him like a glove.  
He thrust into her with increasing fervor, her cries were music to his ears, 
and the scratches she left on his back and shoulders served only to 
intensify his urgency.  Their bodies slapped together over and over again, 
and Eowyn thought she would die from the rapture.  She felt like a rutting 
beast, mindless with passion, caring only for satisfying the needs of her 
fevered body.  Finally, their ecstasy reached a crescendo.  As they 
shuddered through their climax together, a scream ripped its way out of 
Eowyn's parched throat, and was answered by a savage cry from Aragorn.  

	For long, long minutes, Aragorn rested on Eowyn's heaving chest, 
her limbs wrapped around him tightly.  His head was spinning from the 
force of his orgasm; his breath came in ragged gasps.  Eowyn was as 
depleted as he was, and both were covered with perspiration.  Finally, he 
recovered his strength enough to roll off of her, and clasped her close to 
him.  She relaxed and basked in the afterglow of their encounter, grateful 
that he seemed to understand her mood and did not shatter the moment 
with useless words.  For what was there to say?  

	After their breathing had slowed to normal, Aragorn rose from the 
tangled bed and refilled the bathing pool with warm water.  Without a 
word, he extended his hand to Eowyn and they quickly bathed.  The night 
sky reflected on the waters in the pool, and it was almost as if they were 
bathing in the stars.  The moonlight glowed silver on her white body, and 
her beauty was almost painful to behold.  She retrieved her horribly 
wrinkled gown, and slipped into it.  Aragorn cupped her face in his hand, 
and kissed her sweetly.  

	"Thank you, my princess.  It was wonderful, you were wonderful!  
I have at last satisfied that which was closest to my heart, and no matter if 
it never happens again, I will have the memory of this night to treasure."  

	"I too will look back on this night with fond memory, my lord 
king.  Good night," she answered, and then opened the door and stepped 
into the dim corridor.  She hurried through the palace to her own rooms, 
and tossed her gown aside.  She wearily leaned back on her plump 
pillows, and pulled a light silk coverlet over her achy body.  She knew that 
at some later date she would have to face what she had done, but for now 
she sought solace in sleep.

*******

	The bright morning sun shone through Eowyn's window, and made 
her hair glisten like liquid gold.  Arwen stood silently in the doorway, 
watching the expressions that passed over her exquisite face.  The blanket 
had slipped down in the night, exposing one of Eowyn's creamy breasts to 
her sight.  Unable to help herself, Arwen glided noiselessly to the bed and 
reached out to touch the small pink nipple, smiling as it rose beneath her 
fingers to a hard peak.  Eowyn moaned in her sleep.   Arwen unfastened 
her dressing gown with shaking fingers, and slithered out of it silently.  
When she had removed all of her clothes, she straddled her slumbering 
friend and began suckling at her exquisite breasts.

	With a gasp, Eowyn awoke from a sleep fraught with sensual 
dreams, and was greeted with the sight of Arwen, gloriously naked, and 
gently arousing her yet again.  Arwen smiled into her eyes and the two 
friends kissed, first tenderly, and then fervently.  Their breasts met nipple 
to nipple, and Eowyn reached around to cup Arwen's slim, firm buttocks 
in her hands.  Arwen began grinding her pelvis against Eowyn's.  Their 
juices mingled and caused their engorged sexes to stick together.  Eowyn 
pulled Arwen's head down, and kissed her deeply, thrusting her tongue 
into the other woman's mouth.  Arwen moaned and threw her head back, 
her passion burning brightly.  Eowyn took advantage of the moment, and 
turned, pinioning the raven-haired beauty beneath her.  

	She gazed admiringly at Arwen's willowy figure, and traced her 
fingertips around each of her friend's generous breasts.  Each of the snowy 
mounds was topped with a bright berry of a nipple, and Eowyn eagerly 
sucked them into her mouth.  Arwen gasped, reveling in the sensation of 
her friend's flickering tongue and soft lips.  Eowyn spent long minutes 
playing with Arwen's, licking, kissing, and sucking the nipples.  All the 
while Arwen moaned and arched beneath her attentions, until finally she 
was begging Eowyn to give her release.  

	Eowyn reveled in the power she had over the usually aloof and 
self-contained queen.  Her fingers slipped down to tease among the 
tangled dark curls between Arwen's outspread legs, until Arwen was 
weeping with need.  Finally, Eowyn dipped her golden head, and tasted 
for the first time of another woman.  She licked slowly, tantalizingly, 
savoring the taste of Arwen's love juices.  She flicked her tongue sharply 
against the queen's clitoris, bringing a harsh cry to her lips.  She sucked 
the tiny organ into her mouth, teasing it gently with lips and teeth.  
Arwen's cries rose in urgency, and Eowyn took pity on her friend and 
pushed three of her long fingers into her friend's slippery sheath.  She 
quickly found a rhythm, and continued to stab her tongue at Arwen's 
jewel, while thrusting her fingers back and forth.  Arwen finally could take 
no more, and shuddered to an explosive climax.  Eowyn muffled her 
screams with her lips, and even as Arwen's hips continued to jerk and 
convulse, she threw herself on top of her friend.  Cupping the queen's 
buttocks, she rubbed their sexes together, until she at last came into a 
masterful orgasm.  

	The two exhausted friends lay side-by-side, gasping for breath.  At 
last, their breathing returned to normal, and the queen quickly rose from 
the tumbled bed and dressed.  Before leaving Eowyn's chambers, Arwen 
kissed her wetly one last time, and then slipped out the door without a 
word.  Eowyn relaxed as the door shut, and reclined on her pillows.  

	She considered the events of last night and this morning, and 
concluded that though it seemed wrong on the surface to have indulged in 
her desires, it was really the right choice, the only choice.  She did not 
want to go through the rest of her life wondering "what if?" therefore, it 
had been necessary to explore fully her feelings for Aragorn.  Now that 
they had shared their bodies with one another, she felt lighter, less 
burdened.  At long last, the burden that her feelings for him had become 
had lifted.  She had finally found the answers that she had sought for so 
long.  For many months, she had wondered in her innermost heart if she 
had settled on Faramir only because Aragorn had already given his heart 
to Arwen.  Now, in light of the discoveries she had made last night in his 
bed, she knew that though he would always have a special place in her 
heart, she did not truly love him.  Faramir was the one she loved. 

	Eowyn had discovered many things about herself that had long lain 
hidden.  She had learned the difference between lust and love, and that it 
was possible to find bliss in the arms of both women and men.  She was 
anxious to tell her husband of this discovery, and learn his reaction.  She 
knew that she would have to tell him of all that had transpired between 
Aragorn, Arwen, and herself.  It would be difficult, but she loved him too 
much to lie to him.  She hoped that he would not despise her, and that he 
would understand.  Perhaps he would even be intrigued, and be interested 
in exploring with her the pleasures that one loving couple could give to 
another.  The thought of she and Faramir locked in passionate embrace 
with Aragorn and Arwen was exhilarating.  Eowyn could envision their 
four bodies blending and melting in endless combinations.  Keeping that 
delicious image in her mind, Eowyn made ready to return home.  As she 
began packing, she glanced out the window the city below.  Minas Tirith 
spread out in glorious splendor beneath her, and Eowyn smiled. Gondor 
would now forever have a special place in her heart, for here she had been 
healed once again by Aragorn.  The first time, her physical injuries had 
been cured, but this time, her spiritual and emotional wounds had been 
healed forever.