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Éomer: Memories (NC-17)

Written by J_Flattermann

11 November 2011 | 6966 words

Fic: Éomer: Memories
Pairing: Éomer, King of Rohan/Théodred and Faramir
Genre: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1492 (excluding the words of the two songs which are JRR Tolkien’s)
Disclaimer: Pure fiction. No copyright infringement intended. ? All characters belong to their legal copyright holders.
Summary: After the war Éomer mourns for Théodred and Faramir stirs up feelings unintentionally
Beta: My good friend ingrid44 thank you for your contribution.

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Part 3

The next morning Éomer went to visit his sister. Éowyn was still recuperating in the House of Healing. He made his way across the courtyard on the uppermost level of Minas Tirith. He was halfway there when he saw Faramir coming out of the house he meant to enter. The look on the Gondorian’s face was sad and Éomer decided to follow him. The two men met right in front of the door to Faramir’s office. Faramir only noticed Éomer’s presence when the men stood face to face.

Faramir was surprised to see the future King of Rohan appearing so suddenly before him. “I was on my way to visit my sister, when I saw you coming out of the House of Healing, my friend.” Éomer said. “You seemed subdued and sad. Tell me, Steward. What was it that made you sad. Was it my sister?”

Faramir beckoned the young Rohirrim into his office. As soon as he closed the door the Steward shook his head. “No, your sister only used a ladies prerogative of making up her mind and asked for some time. I had not expected otherwise.” Faramir said. “My worried face related to my conversation with the healers there.” Now it was Éomer’s turn to look alarmed. “What did they say?” Éomer became dismayed and grabbed Faramir by the arm. “Well, nothing really worrying. At least not for you!” Faramir said. “Éowyn will be released today, completely healed.” Éomer took a deep breath. He had feared the worst. Faramir saw Éomer’s fright, took him by the arm and forced him to sit down. He quickly produced a drink to steady Éomer’s nerves. “I am sorry. I worried you unnecessarily.” Faramir scratched his head watching Éomer gulp down the wine.

Faramir walked over to the sideboard and poured himself a glass as well. While busy he scolded himself silently mouthing the words. Éomer was watching him and suddenly he laughed. “What are you doing, Steward?” he enquired. Faramir turned around and blushed “Pouring a drink?” he answered unsure how to reply. He knew perfectly well that this was not what Éomer was referring to. Éomer laughed even harder. “Not that. Were you talking to yourself just now?” The young Steward went from bright red to crimson. “It’s a bad habit, I know.” he admitted. “Boromir used to make fun of it as well. Just like he would have done about my always putting my foot right in where it shouldn’t be.” Faramir paused and looked at the still laughing Rohirrim. “Boromir called it my talent.”

Éomer was holding his side; it ached from his laughing attack. “Typical Boromir to pick on you for that.” he said and stood up, put his arm around Faramir and patted his back. Looking at Faramir’s profile Éomer was somewhat reminded of his cousin Théodred. Suddenly he leaned in and kissed Faramir. The head of the young Gondorian swung around and before he knew it the future King of Rohan had lifted him off his feet forcing his tongue into his mouth.

Faramir stumbled backwards when Éomer pushed him towards the desk. Movement stopped as soon as Faramir’s hip touched the edge of the tabletop. He closed his eyes, the smell of leather and horse reminded him of the times he and his brother had been together like this. His hands moved up and caressed the long blond strands of Éomer’s hair. Éomer’s eyes closed slowly while behind them a picture started building up. Long blond hair and bright blue eyes. A strong slightly stubbly jaw. Slowly but surely Théodred’s face emerged. “Oh Theo.” he whispered while nibbling at Faramir’s neck. The young Gondorian lifted his left leg to move it over Éomer’s hip. Faramir moaned softly as Éomer’s lips moved from his neck to his shoulder and down to his chest.

Out of the corner of his eye Faramir saw Éowyn approaching his office. “Whoa, Boro, um, eyh, Éomer, stop it. Stop if, Éowyn is coming.” he shouted, pushing the Rohirrim back. The two straightened their rumpled clothes and sat down just as the door opened and Éowyn walked in. Éomer got up and kissed her cheek in greeting. Meanwhile Faramir rushed to the sideboard. “Care for a glass of wine?” he asked. His mind raced and turning around sensed that Éomer was in the same state. “So what are you two up to?” Éowyn asked scanning their faces. “Oh, nothing really. I was checking out my future brother-in-law.” Éomer joked. He turned towards the door saying: “I will leave you two love birds alone. Oh, Éowyn, I intend to return to Edoras later today. Uncle’s funeral needs to be arranged. I think it will take me a week to get everything prepared. Why don’t you stay here then come in a week’s time. Bring Faramir with you, that is if his King can spare him.” With these words he exited the Steward’s office and closed the door firmly behind him.

Éomer took a deep breath. What was I thinking? I almost made love to my sister’s future husband. The man who will be my brother-in-law. Goodness, Éomer, get a grip. He shook these thoughts off. He walked over to the guest quarters where his captains were lodging. The men stood at attention the minute he entered the room. “At ease.” he commanded and waved his two most senior captains forward. Fasthelm and Herumer responded immediately. “Gather King Théoden’s remains and then prepare to move out. We are going home.”

An hour later the host of Rohan was moving out of Minas Tirith.

The previous evening the guests from Gondor had arrived and Éomer had greeted them in the Golden Hall. His sister and her fiance the Steward of Gondor had been among them. Éomer had arranged the funeral ritual for Théoden the late King of Rohan. The ceremonies would last three full days since there was no longer any fear of eminent enemy attacks. Once the funeral celebrations ended Éomer would be declared King of Rohan and crowned. This ceremony would be administered by Gandalf the White. After the coronation it was planned that King Elessar would renew the Gift of Cirion and King Éomer renew the Oath of Eorl. These proceedings would conclude in a great banquet and Gandalf had promised a display of his famous fireworks.

Before the start of the burial ceremony Éowyn sought out Éomer for a private conversation. Having agreed to marry Faramir she wanted her brother to give her away as he was the only surviving member of her family. Once Éomer was crowned King he would have no time to leave Rohan for his presence was needed in the restructuring of the country. Éomer called for Gandalf, Faramir and King Elessar to attend the meeting with his sister. As soon as they were all gathered he laid the situation before them. Since his coronation was to be presided over by Gandalf he asked if his sister’s wedding could be performed prior to it. He made it clear that he did not mind sharing his great day with his sister. He looked at Faramir wondering if he would veto the wedding. But the young Gondorian smiled, grabbed his sister’s hand and kissed it. So the plan was agreed and the arrangements for the ceremonial proceedings amended to the new agenda.

On the morning of the third day of the funeral ceremonies King Théoden, dressed in his royal regalia, was laid on a shield bearing his coat of arms. His personal guard functioned as pall bearers. They carried the dead king down to the tomb of the Kings and Queens of Rohan. The tomb was decorated with Simbelmyne. Éowyn placed a bouquet of the white flowers on Théoden’s chest between hands which held his sword. The people of Edoras had formed an honour guard from Meduseld to the tomb hailing their dead king. For two days the people had paid homage to their king as he laid in the Golden Hall. Éomer, his sister and the guests from Minas Tirith had attended the wake. In his preparations Éomer had ordered open the sarcophagus of his aunt Queen Elfhild. His uncle Théoden Ednew, King of Rohan would be laid to rest next to his beloved wife. Théoden had planned this himself. When his wife died he had laid her to rest in a double sarcophagus. After the king was placed in the sarcophagus a basic lid was lifted to seal it. The final lid would be added several weeks later as the stone mason was still crafting the king’s sculpture on it. To the right of the King and Queen was the sarcophagus of their son Prince Théodred.

Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day’s rising
he rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended;
over death, over dread, over doom lifted
out of loss, out of life, unto long glory.¹

Thus rang the voices of the warriors of the Eotheod singing a song written by King Théoden’s ministrel Gleowine.

Lament of the Rohirrim — Song About Riders of Rohan

Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the sping and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?²

 

¹ Source: JRR Tolkien “The Lord of the Rings – The Return of the King – Chapter Many Partings” Harper Collins Paperback Edition Page 954

² Source: JRR Tolkien “The Lord of the Rings – The Two Towers – Chapter Treebeard” Harper Collins Paperback Edition Page 458

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