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A Steward and His King: An Unexpected Surprise (NC-17)

Written by glory2elves

26 March 2007 | 3738 words

Pairing: Éomer/Faramir
Disclaimer: Neither of these characters are owned by me. I simply have perma-borrowed them for yours’ and mine entertainment.
Warnings: AU, mpreg, set after War of the Ring in which Faramir never marries Éowyn.
Author’s Notes: Props/kudos/hugs/etc to Crazy for posting her challenge. It definitely kick started my writing ability again. Muchos gracias!!!!!! And in my stories Faramir has red-ish colored hair.
Summary: Éomer and Faramir finally admit their love but neither expected THIS to happen.

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Two years… It had been two whole years since Faramir had seen Éomer. Much had happened since that time, but the image of the Rohirrim king never left Faramir’s thoughts. Since he was the Steward now, King Elessar had asked him to journey to Rohan. When prompted why, the king had given some excuse about keeping up relations and `checking on things.’ Faramir suspected the real reason might be that he never stopped moping and going on about the blonde beauty. As he rode over the last steep hill, the city of Edoras loomed just ahead. It was not as large or fortified as Gondor, but its simplicity awed Faramir. Edoras was just a little village but judging by the way the Rohirrim fought, within the walls were a group of stouthearted people. “I never thought the city would look so-” the steward turned as a noise came up from behind him.

“You never thought it would be so… What?” A chestnut colored horse strode forward; atop the horse was the man of Faramir’s fantasies, Éomer, King of Rohan. The horseman took of his helmet and a wealth of thick, somewhat curly, blonde hair fell around broad but muscled shoulders.

Faramir had a difficult time swallowing, “So breathtaking!” He immediately bowed his head in respect for the king. “It is indeed good to see you again my Lord Éomer.”

Éomer smiled, not aware of how much Faramir was trying to rein in his sexual urges. “You are looking well yourself. Come, we will return to the Golden Hall and discuss why Aragorn has sent you to my city.”

Faramir frowned a bit as they began to ride. “Your sister probably won’t be too happy to see my face again.”

“Nonsense, friend. She has come to terms with you not loving her and has since married my second in command. She also has birthed two wonderful children.” Éomer smiled and pulled into the stables of Edoras, awaiting his Gondorian friend to do the same. They continued their walk to the hall, both greeted by Éowyn, who true to Faramir’s words did not look too happy to see him again.

“Did you have a good ride my brother?” She looked at Faramir with contempt in her eyes.

Faramir bowed respectfully, fully aware that her eyes were probably burning holes into his head. “You look fairer than ever my lady.”

“Apparently not lovely enough to wed!”

Éomer’s eyes grew stormy, “Sister, that is now way to speak to our guest! If you cannot speak civilly then hold your tongue!”

Éowyn actually had the decency to look ashamed. “I am sorry brother, please forgive me.”

Faramir stepped closer to Éowyn and whispered, “To put your mind at ease I did not marry you because I prefer my same gender, not because you are ugly. You are quite beautiful actually.”

Éomer barely hid a smile at the steward’s whispered confession. So he had a chance after all to woo the lovely fair-haired man. “Mara, will you see that Lord Faramir is set up in a room?”

“Yes, m’lord.”

Éomer plopped in his throne chair, exhausted. Éowyn had taken her leave after Faramir had come clean about his reasons for not marrying her. He was very excited to say the least. Since Aragorn’s coronation and wedding, he had wanted Faramir but did not want to make a complete fool of himself. He was startled out of his thoughts by the servant Mara.

“Lord Faramir is settled in his rooms and requests a word with you.”

“Thank you Mara.” Éomer was led to Faramir’s room where he knocked, shaking off the thought that he heard moaning coming from inside.

The red headed man swore under his breath. “Ummm, hold on.” He wiped his hand on the blanket to get rid of the liquid from his manhood and quickly did up his pants. “Come in.”

Éomer walked inside, the mild smell of sex vaguely present in the air. “You wanted a word?” He carefully observed the man’s disheveled appearance, noting that he did indeed hear moaning a few moments ago.

“I wanted to apologize for my little outburst. I should have held my own tongue.”

“It is quite alright. My sister has always been outspoken.” Éomer sat down and jumped slightly when he accidentally put his hand in something sticky. Realizing what it was his mouth began watering. Secretly putting the finger to his mouth, the bulge in his leggings grew as the taste of Faramir invaded his senses.

Said man smiled to himself as he noticed Éomer put a finger to his mouth, wishing it was something a bit bigger; for instance his arousal. “I still should have not said anything. The information about my sexual preferences could be disastrous in the wrong hands.”

Éomer stood from the bed and silently walked over to Faramir, grabbing his shoulders. “People fear what they do not understand.” He smiled and ground his pelvis into the Gondorian’s backside. “I, on the other hand, understand perfectly well.”

The archer gasped, trying vainly to grasp the table edge. Instead, he fell on Éomer, turning at the last minute to land face to face. “D-do you now?” He groaned when Éomer took the chance and locked their lips together. A few minutes later both men managed to be lying in the bed half-undressed, caressing one another.

Both men thought the other silly for not having said anything earlier but did not voice their thoughts in order to make more time for more… pleasurable activities. Just as more clothes were about to disappear a knock sounded and dinner announced. “We will continue this later.” They said in unison, breaking into laughter as they both dressed and left the room.

Dinner consisted of roast mutton, bread, cheese, lots of ale, and way too much rowdiness for Faramir. He stayed long enough so as not to seem rude, even joining in on one of the infamous Rohan drinking games. He did not stay in the game for long, soon excusing himself to use the privy. After completing his business, which was mainly puking up everything he had just, eaten, Faramir walked out intending to take a short ride to clear his head. He rode out to the rock outcropping where he had met Éomer earlier that day. He dismounted, looking around and smiling at how full the moon was tonight. A perfect night for making love he thought to himself.

“It’s dangerous out here by yourself at night.” Éomer dismounted near him and approached.

The slighter man smiled. “Good thing you’re here to protect me then, eh?”

Éomer tackled the man to the ground and kissed him roughly, grinding a few times into his arousal. “Who said anything about protecting you? I plan on ravishing you!” He stood up and began undressing, the full moon making a beautiful backdrop behind him. He turned and noticed Faramir still dressed. “You are wearing too many clothes.” Just as he was about to begin yanking on the other man’s clothes he was tackled to the ground.

Faramir, while still pinning Éomer’s legs, quickly undressed and began the wonderful task of playing with the Rohirrim’s nipples. Lovely little moans issued forth making Faramir smile around each taut bud. He flicked his tongue back and forth and tugged a bit on each one until they were competing with each man’s arousal for who was standing at attention the most. “I really need to be in you Éomer!”

“Then take me already! Gods I think I might have come just from you playing with my nipples!” Éomer got up on all fours, watching over his shoulder as his soon to be lover grabbed some oil from his own saddlebag. He moaned as Faramir placed himself behind him and rubbed some oil against his opening. “Just push it in! I need you so bad, just do it!”

The fair-haired man smiled but did not obey. Instead, he drenched his fingers, slowly pushing and stretching them inside Éomer’s tight backside until four of them rested comfortably within the dark opening. Removing them, he lathered his own thickened shaft with the rest of the oil before grabbing Éomer’s hips and pushing in. He winced as the blonde hissed loudly at the intrusion, but before he could move his lover was thrusting back on his manhood. So he began pounding back in time with Éomer thrusting against him. “You are so tight my love! So incredibly, wonderfully tight and velvety.”

The Rohan king moaned and thrust faster and harder against his lover. “Faramir, you’re so big! Ooooooooh, this is so-” Éomer grabbed hard at the grassy landscape as he felt Faramir give on last motion before spilling his seed, triggering his own arousal to spasm and spew on the grass. He collapsed to the side of his mess, exhausted. He smiled when he felt Faramir lay behind him and curled a finger in his hair. “Mmmm, I love you Faramir.”

“I love you too my king!” The steward pushed himself close to his blonde lover, snuggling his face in the thick blonde hair. “We should just camp here tonight; it’s probably late now.”

Éomer nodded and stood up to get some blankets with which to keep warm. He looked up at the full moon and sighed a bit. He hoped it would not affect him now, it never had before. He noticed all the little campfires down below, knowing that they were safe up on their little hill. The horse lord laid a few blankets down on the grass and laid some more to the side to cover themselves with.

Faramir sat watching his lover and greatly appreciated how the moon, while a great length lower in the sky, still played off the king’s hair and body. It almost seemed a bit luminescent. He looked down and noticed he was starting to grow aroused again but he ignored it. Nothing else would be happening tonight, it was late and they needed sleep. He watched Éomer walk back to him and helped lay down some blankets. Both men lay down and covered themselves with the soft fur. Contrary to Faramir’s earlier thoughts about sleep, the two spent time loving each other off and on. They were mostly kisses and soft caresses before both men fell asleep.

In the morning, they were woken up by one of Éomer’s guardsmen; who relayed that Éowyn was worried about her brother. Quickly dressing everyone hurried back the city where once in the hall were greeted by a very distraught looking Éowyn. “Where were you? You just left, no note or warning? I thought someone might have kidnapped you!” She looked at their appearances and immediately knew the answer to both of her questions. “I see!” That one statement effectively cut-off anything Éomer would have said.

The disheveled King of Rohan grabbed each by the arm and led them to a private room with no prying ears. “What I do is none of your concern sister!”

“It is when you have no heirs to the throne and just take off without warning anybody!” She started getting tears.

Faramir sighed, “I am truly sorry milady! I should have sent him back straight away!”

Éowyn turned to him, “You! You could ruin him! The people will not appreciate the fact that their king is…is frolicking with another man out in the middle of the night!”

Éomer grew angry, his true temper showing through. “I forbid you to speak that way ever again to anybody! It is not your place to criticize how or with who I choose to spend my time!”

Faramir hung his head, “No, my lord she is right. Someone of your stature should not be seen frolicking, as she put it, with another man! It would reflect poorly on your family. I suppose I should return to Gondor now.” He turned but Éomer grabbed his arm.

Turning to his sister, Éomer barely controlled his anger. “You will leave our presence! You will sit in your room and reflect on the hurtful words you have spoken! If you need a guard posted outside your room, so be it. Not until you are ready to apologize to our guest will you be allowed out!”

“I am to be treated like a child?”

“If you continue to act like this then yes!”

Éowyn huffed and strode away to her room, sulking.

Éomer turned Faramir flush against him. “You will stay.” And he kissed his lover so thoroughly that both men were panting from lack of air a few minutes later. They walked out arm in arm towards the table for lunch, some guards nodded approvingly towards each other while some others grimaced in disgust.

The next few weeks consisted of the requisite three meals a day, a lot of lovemaking, and a pissed off Éowyn. A few days before Faramir’s departure Éomer began getting violently nauseous, throwing up early in the mornings and not being able to keep his food down. Faramir was worried and wanted to stay but the healers told him and Éomer it was just a case of some stomach problems and that it would clear up in a few days. So Faramir left his beloved and rode to Gondor. About 4 months later a messenger from Rohan came running into the castle with an urgent message for Faramir. He caught his breath and bowed formally to both King Elessar and Lord Faramir. “My lord Faramir?”

“Yes.” His thoughts immediately turned to Éomer, afraid something bad had happened to his lover.

“Can we speak in private my lords?”

“Follow me good sir.” Aragorn led them to a smaller, more private room. “Now speak sir! What is this important message?”

“My Lord Éomer is, um, he is a…pregnant your highness!” The man’s face exuded relief at getting his message out.

Faramir stood with his mouth hanging open. “W-what? You said pregnant, as in carrying a baby within his stomach?”

“That is usually what being pregnant entails my Lord Faramir.” Arwen floated into the room dressed in a lovely white gown that seemed to move on its own when she walked.

“Your Highness!” Everyone bowed their heads in respect for the Queen of Gondor as she approached her husband and kissed him briefly. Turning to the messenger, “ Now! What else do you know of this anomaly?”

The messenger stuttered a few times before managing to tell what he knew. “Well, before Lord Faramir left my Lord Éomer was stricken with an apparent stomach illness. He was extremely nauseous and had a difficult time keeping his food down. The healers all thought it was temporary, but as his belly began growing, they grew confused and are now beside themselves. Lady Éowyn has taken to caring for her brother herself. He requested that you come immediately Lord Faramir.”

Faramir had grown quite an amazing shade of pale and was holding on to the chair handle with great strength, as he could no longer stand up on his own. He looked up at Arwen’s giggle. “I’m sorry my lady but I fail to find anything amusing here; please enlighten me?”

“I’m sorry dear Faramir. I’m afraid you’re going to be a daddy!” She burst into peals of laughter, quite in contrast to the normally composed Elfish manner.

Aragorn spoke up, “I think the right course of action would be to have Arwen travel with you to Rohan, Faramir. You should be ready to leave in a few days.”

A few days later, Faramir, Arwen, and some attendants were ready to travel to Rohan. The messenger had already left and would make it there just before they arrived. Within a few weeks, the group rode into Edoras; the villagers staring in awe at Arwen for even in her traveling clothes she still had the grace of an elf. They dismounted and were greeted by Éowyn, who was desperately trying to conceal her distress. “Welcome my Lady to Edoras!” She looked at Faramir, but the biting remark she would have normally made was cut short at seeing his pale demeanor. “Lord Faramir, my brother is anxious to see you! Both of you please follow me.” She led them to the king’s chambers where it was evident that Éomer indeed had a growing problem.

Instead of being greeted by his normally cheerful self, all three were greeted by numerous breakable objects. After a vase just barely missed Arwen, she grew angry. “This is no way for any king to behave, Éomer of Rohan! You quit this instant and settle down!”

The blonde king immediately quieted down and started tearing up. “Please forgive me everyone! My temper has been out of sorts lately.” He looked up and saw Faramir, still in shock. “I guess I should have told you my dear. I’m sorry I have brought you into this my love.”

Faramir smiled weakly and walked over towards Éomer. Kneeling down at his side, “What are you talking about? We both wanted this!”

“No, I mean this child. I’m sorry I brought you into this.”

“I still do not understand. This was not intended, but I will care for you just the same.”

Arwen looked levelly at Éomer and nodded; her Elven insights already figuring out the general idea of what had happened. “Tell him Éomer.”

Éomer sighed and nodded in agreement. “When I was a boy I used to torment this woman’s chickens. She said she would hex me if I didn’t knock it off. I paid her no heed and continued to torment her chickens. One day she came through on her threat and hexed me.” He slid down the covers and his gown a bit to show the purple brand mark in the shape of a flower on his hip. “She said that if I were ever to be intimate with someone on a full moon I would become pregnant.” He paused to look at Faramir, who now had a bewildered look on his face.

“That night, it was a full moon. Why did you not tell me?”

“If I had, would you still have lain with me?”

“Of course, but perhaps the next night. Why did you let me if you knew what would happen?”

Éomer sighed. “Truthfully all I could think of was you! Just the reality of finally being able to be with you made everything else flees. I am sorry.” Éomer looked down at his hands.

The Gondorian grasped the Rohirrim’s hands and brought them up to his lips. “Please do not apologize. I would not change that night for anything! I will stay by your side and help raise our child.” Faramir paused for a minute ‘our child’ sounded so odd, but seemed to fit.

Éomer stood up, swaying a bit before kneeling to look up at his fair- haired lover. “I’ve been thinking on this for the last few months. Éowyn, please?” Éowyn walked over to her brother and pulled a ring out of her small breast pocket, handing it over to Éomer. “Faramir, Steward of Gondor, will you accept my hand in marriage?”

Faramir blushed a bit as the two women giggled. He let Éomer put the ring on his finger as he nodded earnestly. “Of course I will marry you…you delectable blonde beauty!” Faramir tackled Éomer and kissed him passionately.

“Ahem…we’re still here you know!” Éowyn smiled despite the scene in front of her. To see how Faramir made her brother smile washed away the anger and hurt she felt towards the Gondorian man. After the two men pulled away from one another, she approached the ranger. “Faramir, please forgive me for the way I treated you during your stay. I can see how much you make Éomer happy and I also wish much happiness upon you!”

“Don’t worry about. You had every right to be angry, but we’re family now so it’s all in the past. I forgive you fair Éowyn!”

Arwen smiled and sent a messenger to her husband to tell of the coming marriage.

A few more months went by; during which a mixture of a Gondorian wedding and a Rohirrim one took place. Barring the horse ride of course since the King of Rohan was not fit to move around much. A couple of weeks after all these festivities took pace Arwen gave Éomer some herbs to induce labor. It had only been 7 or 8 months so people were worried about the health of the baby. Arwen and Aragorn assured everyone though that the child would be fine, but that inducing labor early was beneficial to the life of the child and Éomer. Éomer was in a stupor from some drink Arwen had given him so he did not feel the knife cut his belly open to remove the bloody bundle that soon began shrieking. The child was washed off carefully since it was still a bit small and wrapped in a thick, warm blanket. Faramir sat with Éomer and smiled down at him, the bundle in his arms. “Love, love are you awake?” He stroked his bearded cheek softly.

Éomer groggily opened his eyes and looked up at Faramir. “Is everything alright?” He looked at the mass of blankets expectantly.

“We have a wonderful baby boy. An heir to the throne of Rohan!” The archer handed the sleeping child to its… Faramir couldn’t think of a suitable name. Mother, he wasn’t a woman and he himself was already the father. I guess that could come in time, he thought to himself.

Éomer looked up from his son to Faramir. “Well this should be interesting?”

The End

Author’s Note: This was intended as a one-shot but due to my imagination and the greatness of Crazy’s idea there will be several sequels. You’ll have to stick with me to find out how many since I don’t know yet. So join me for Part 2 titled, A Steward and His King: The Little Handful. ;P

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