FIRE AND SILVER

Sorry it has taken so long to update, been busy at work what with Christmas coming up and all – and it will get even busier! This is going to be the last part of this story, however, I may do a second instalment after the New Year when things have calmed down again! I’ve really enjoyed writing about Eomer and Bronwyn and their story just doesn’t seem finished yet! Anyway, hope you enjoy this last part and have a Merry Christmas and an even merrier New Year!!


*FIRE AND SILVER*
Part 6

“The Beacon fires are lit!”
The cry spread like wildfire through the corridors and rooms as everyone rushed around in excitement passing on the news. It reached Bronwyn as she was tidying her room and her stomach clenched at the news causing her to sit down on her bed to catch her breath.
He’s leaving! The thought reverberated through her mind as she tried to prevent the tears from falling. What could she do? Would she ever see him again?
She shook her head to banish such thoughts and hurried to the Hall where all the men were gathering awaiting orders from Theoden. She pushed her way through to the entrance in the hopes of seeing him before he had to leave, not caring at the annoyed looks she was getting.
Then she saw him. He was walking towards the door with a distracted look on his face but when he saw her he smiled slightly and stopped at her side. Without looking at her he bent his head slightly and said so only she could hear, “Will you come to Dunharrow?”
She nodded, not daring to speak past the lump in her throat. He looked into her eyes and smiled again, one hand rising to stroke her cheek and then he was gone. Bronwyn pushed her way through the crowd back to her room, ignoring the curious stares and shouted questions.
It was only later she heard that he had been sent to get more men so they may not have time together even at Dunharrow. Instead of dwelling on that she flung herself into helping Eowyn and the other court women readying themselves for the journey to Dunharrow where they would see off the men as they rode to battle.
The journey itself went without a hitch although the mood was sombre as the men prepared themselves for the greatest battle in history. Even though they knew that it was highly possible they would all be killed, they still laughed and joked even if it was rather subdued.
Bronwyn looked to Eowyn where she rode a little distance in front. She knew of her plans to disguise herself as a man and ride with the army. She had tried to dissuade her but she wouldn’t budge on her decision so Bronwyn kept quiet. She admired her friend for her determination and courage but despaired as well because it was just one more person she might have to mourn. Having never desired glory herself she couldn’t understand Eowyn’s need to prove her worth.
Dunharrow was a whir of activity as men arrived each hour and each hour Bronwyn’s heart sank as Eomer didn’t come. She walked with Eowyn around the camp, talking to each group and making sure they had what they needed making the supreme effort of putting Eomer from her mind.
In doing this she was able to put her full attention on what she was doing but after a while it wasn’t an effort. The men and women that she met as she and Eowyn toured the camp all touched her somehow as she came to realise that she wasn’t the only one to be afraid for a loved one. All the people here had lovers or husbands; brothers or sons that were all going to war and perhaps would never come back. It took all her will not to collapse to the ground and weep.
But despite the impending battle there was still an optimistic air about the camp as the men told stories of past victories, some so outrageously exaggerated that they had the people listening roaring with laughter. Bronwyn found her sense of despair lifting as she listened to these stories and she laughed along with the others.
It was dark by the time she returned to her tent, Eowyn having disappeared back to Theoden’s camp well before her. She was just eating her dinner when another of the women entered her tent to tell her that Eomer had returned with more men.
Bronwyn’s heart began to beat faster and her appetite fled as her stomach fluttered with butterflies. Quickly going to her mirror she loosened her hair and brushed it until the pale strands shone in the candlelight. Deciding she didn’t want to waste time changing she simply smoothed down her dress with her hands as she hurried outside.
The woman who had first told her of his return was still outside and Bronwyn was annoyed to hear that he had returned over an hour ago and was now seated near Theoden’s tent finishing his meal. Hurrying away she came around the back of the armoury tent and stopped as she saw him by the fire.
She paused for a moment just to watch him as he sat gazing into the fire while the men beside him chatted quietly. His face looked younger than it usually did in the firelight - that is, when he wasn’t scowling at her. She smiled at seeing him so relaxed but just as she was about to step forward Merry burst out of the tent followed by a laughing Eowyn.
She stepped further back into the shadows and frowned when she heard what Eomer said to his sister. Bloody arrogant man! she thought angrily and was sorely tempted to thump over the head with his own sword. She sighed as she saw Eowyn walking angrily away after Merry and turned her eyes back to Eomer.
She started as he appeared suddenly in front of her, blocking out the light from the fire so she was in darkness. She couldn’t see his expression but when his hands grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against him she knew instantly that he was pleased to see her. Before he could kiss her she pushed against him in an attempt to hold him away.
“I heard what you said to Eowyn,” she told him.
“So?” he asked as he slowly slid his hands around to her backside and pulled her more tightly against him.
Bronwyn took a deep breath against the sensations that were starting to run through her and tried to push him away further but she might as well have been pushing a stone wall.
“Do you really want to leave here having those be the last words you spoke to your only sister?” she asked him.
Eomer sighed and released his hold slightly, “What would you have me do?”
“Go to her and apologise.” She placed a silencing finger on his lips as he started to protest, “Make friends, don’t part angry with each other or you might regret it if…” She couldn’t finish her sentence but Eomer understood what she had meant to say.
Bending his head he captured her lips with his own and kissed her tenderly until she melted against him and her arms slipped around his neck then it deepened. He tasted hot and sweet and Bronwyn lost all thought as he held her tightly to him and his mouth muddled her senses until he could have done anything with her right there and then.
He pushed her away abruptly, both of them panting slightly. He stroked her cheek gently then turned her around, stepping forward so he was up against her back. His hands slid around to cup her breasts and his thumbs and forefingers gently pinched her nipples through the fabric until they were hard and tight. His lips trailed up her neck until they reached her ear while his hands massaged her breasts until she moaned and her head fell back against him.
“I will do as you ask,” he whispered in her ear, “but you have to go back to your tent and wait for me there. We have our own goodbyes to make.”
He released her abruptly and turned away causing Bronwyn to stumble a little as his support was suddenly gone. She had to pause for a moment, thankful for the shadows that concealed her, putting her own hands to her aching breasts as she tried to recover her composure. Bloody arrogant man! she thought but hurried off nonetheless to her tent.
As she entered her tent she quickly removed her gown and slipped on a simple white robe that she loosely tied at the front. She went around the tent and extinguished most of the lit candles except for the one by the bed, she didn’t intend for everyone to see them. Not knowing how long he would be she sat down on the bed and prepared to wait, forcing herself to calm even though her breasts still ached with his touch and she could still taste him on her lips.
She only had to wait a few moments before he was there in the tent with her. He had removed his armour and stood before her in a simple tunic and trousers. She stood up from the bed and untied the robe letting it fall open and slide slowly off her shoulders to the ground. She could feel her sex growing wet as his gaze travelled over her body and she forced herself to stay still even though all she wanted was him inside her.
Eomer drank in the sight of her as she stood in the candlelight. Her hair hung down her back like a silken curtain leaving the front of her exposed to him. He noticed her nipples were still hard from his ministrations earlier and he longed to take them in his mouth. With practiced ease he removed his own clothing until he was also completely naked then he walked slowly towards her, enjoying the way her eyes seemed to devour the sight of him as he came closer.
Bronwyn longed to touch that hard chest and feel the strong arms around her but he stopped just out of reach. He waited until she was looking up into his eyes before he stepped forward and crushed her to him, his mouth coming down on hers, forcing hers to open so his tongue could plunder inside.
He grabbed her wrists and put her arms behind her back, holding them firmly in one hand while his other slid over her ribcage to capture one of her breasts. With her arms behind her back her breasts were thrust upwards and Eomer bent slightly so he could take the hard bud into his mouth.
Bronwyn’s head fell back as she moaned as Eomer sucked and licked her sensitive nipple causing a river of fire to run down to her sex until it felt hot and swollen. She rubbed her hips against his but he ignored it and moved to her other breast until she was crying out. He pushed her down onto the bed and she moved her arms to grasp him to her but he held her wrists down on the bed while his mouth moved downwards over her stomach and abdomen.
When his mouth closed on her most sensitive part all ability to think left her and all she could do was feel. His tongue ran up from her opening to her clitoris and back again and she could feel it probing inside her. Then he was sucking her clitoris and the sensations were shooting up to her breasts making her nipples ache unbearably so she had to ease them with her own fingers.
It wasn’t long before she could feel her climax building and when Eomer slid his fingers inside her she came loudly, her body shuddering on the bed and her fingers grasping his hair.
Eomer moved to cover her body with his own, kissing her tenderly as her breathing slowed. He deepened the kiss when he could feel her body rousing again and held her closer while his aching cock quivered just at the entrance to her sex. He waited until she was moving underneath him, desperate for him to be inside her. He held back until she almost whimpered against his mouth and he couldn’t restrain himself any longer.
He pushed forward slowly until he was completely sheathed inside her and stopped, raising his head so he could see her face. Her eyes were closed and there was a look of such love and desire on her face he couldn’t help smiling slightly.
“Bronwyn,” he said, waiting until her eyes opened and she focused on him, “I will come back.”
Tears sprang to Bronwyn’s eyes and she flung her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. He began to move slowly waiting until she had relaxed her hold and had started to moan softly, moving her hips against his so he could thrust deeper, then he moved harder and faster.
Her body writhed under his and he could feel her nails scraping along his back causing him to moan and arch upwards which in turn pressed more of his weight against Bronwyn’s sex and she could feel another climax building, slower this time but somehow stronger than the last.
She watched him as he moved above her, leaning up on his arms so she could see the muscles move on his chest and arms as he thrust faster and she could tell his own climax was near. She wanted to watch him, the candlelight making him look like fire all hot and golden, but her focus slipped away as her orgasm washed over her and she cried out not caring who heard.
With a cry of his own Eomer collapsed on top of her, his body shuddering with the aftermath of his release and she held him tightly not wanting him to move. She wanted his heat on her for as long as possible, for as long as they had together. She cradled him in her arms as he still lay between her thighs, not minding his weight. They didn’t speak at all, only lay as close as possible, caressing and savouring each other until they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
The next day Eomer left to go to war and all Bronwyn had was the memory of him, something she would cherish for the rest of her life. She would remember the Horse Lord Eomer and the way he made her burn with his fire!