Oneshot: the king and queen
The King and Queen
Fandom: Lord of the rings (Movies), Roswell
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: romance
Characters/Pairings: Éomer/Tess
Short summary: “You shouldn’t be here...” she tells him.
Any warnings: none
Disclaimer: Roswell and Lord of the rings and its characters are not mine. I only write fanfiction!
A/N: This is just a short little scene between Éomer and Tess... Please note that even if it is Tess, her ‘real name’ is Ava... and so, that is the name that she gave when anyone addresses her. Anyway... I hope you like this short scene... I actually started liking the pair... and given that the Elves left Middle Earth in the last part of the movie... I decided to choose a different King for Tess...
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“You shouldn’t be here...” she tells him. Her skin is deathly pale as always, her hair golden making her look like she has a shining halo.
When he doesn’t say anything, instead just keeps staring at her, she repeats herself. “Éomer, king of Rohan, you shouldn’t be here!” She wants him to leave, before the priestesses of her monastery see him. No man is allowed to come near it, not even the king.
He looks at her and he shakes his head. “Tell me that you will come with me today! Tell me Ava, Queen of Antar, that you’ll come and be my queen, become the queen of Rohan.”
Her gaze softens and she looks at him with sincerity and warmth. Éomer had come and visited her in secret for many days and nights. Ever since she woke up and found herself in an alien world, Middle Earth, Rohan. She hadn’t known where she was, or why it was that she was there instead of dead.
Everything had been so confusing, and she had been so scared that when they had brought her in front of the king, she had revealed that she was in fact the Queen to a fallen Planet, Antar. Even though Éomer and his people had never heard of Antar, they hadn’t doubted her royalty. And when she revealed that she had certain powers, her alien powers, the priestesses of a nearby monastery came and took her in to live with them.
“How can you ask that, every time you come?” asked Tess with a heavy heart. She liked him well enough, in actual fact she had been attracted to him when she had first seen him, but her trust in men was shattered. She couldn’t let herself love another man, only to have him turn to someone else again. “Don’t you remember what I told you?”
Éomer looked at the fragile woman in front of him. Truth was that the first time he had seen her, he had already tried to court her, only to have her rebuff every attempt he made. And one night, just before the arrival of the priestesses that took her away from him, he had even attempted to make her his queen by asking her for her hand in marriage. She had told him that she couldn’t be his wife or queen, that she was in mourning for both her king and child, and that he should find himself a woman innocent and young. It only made him try harder to win her affection.
“Yes I remember... but that was many fortnights back. Your time for mourning is surly over...” spoke Éomer slowly, not wanting to get off as a heartless man, yet wanting her to see his point. “You are young Ava, the loss of your son is tragic, but there will be others after him. This is how our world survives...”
Her head was bowed by now. She looked small and much too fragile for Éomer’s liking. He wondered if the priestesses were giving her enough food for her to stay healthy. He heard rumours that those priestesses fasted every day and on those days that they didn’t they would still not indulge in the leisure’s of food, instead pray and read for hours and hours.
“But I am broken, and I have been the woman of another... Doesn’t that repulse you at all?” asked Tess, like so many times she had before, and like so many times before his answer came swiftly.
“You could never repulse me... I treasure the ground your feet have walked on...” he took hold of her hand, the only intimacy that she had ever allowed between them and squeezed it. “How many times more shall I assure you that it is only you that I want for my Queen. No one else will have the title.”
She looked up at him, looking much too small again. He could see the doubt in her eyes, and the hurt that had accompanied it from the first day they met.
“I have no country and no wealth to give to you... I am nothing!” she finally said.
And Éomer breathed a sigh of relief. It was the first time that she had let him get as far as this, to even acknowledges that if they would marry, that she wouldn’t have any dowry for a marriage. And the fact that she already thought of a potential burden she couldn’t over come, made him happier than he had been since a long time.
“Aragorn, our mutual friend, said he was willing to take care of this. He said it would be his wedding gift to us!” urged Éomer. He wanted to convince her before she rethought everything and closed herself off like she always did.
She hesitantly pulled her hands back and stepped a few steps back. “I don’t know... I need to think...” she murmured and turned to leave. But before she could leave, Éomer stepped behind her, and held her by the shoulders. His grip wasn’t strong enough to keep her against her will had she wanted to be free of herself.
“Ava, please. No king should ever beg, but I am willing to beg you!” he spoke into her ear, his cheek and nose brushing against her golden hair. She closed her eyes for a moment, holding her breath. “I have never felt the way I have with you... I am a simple man of the war, not schooled enough to produce you sonnets of undying love... but if that is what you want from me, then I will gladly make a fool out of myself. I’ll do anything for you!”
She released her breath slowly. And then stepped forward, distancing herself once more from him. She stood there for a moment, not turning around to face him, not moving. Éomer thought that she was about to rebuff his offer once more. His probably most desperate attempt so far, and he was prepared to finally admit defeat after this.
But when she turned, and Éomer could see her face, he saw warmth and love and un-spilled tears in her eyes. She slowly moved back to him, her face was sincere and he thought her to be the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes upon.
“Alright then...” she spoke slowly, and lowly. “Tonight I will go to the monastery one more time, and tell the high-priestess of this. And tomorrow I shall come with you!”
And Éomer burst into full happiness at her confession. He stepped closer to her, but she stilled him with her hand and shook her head. “No, please, you really need to leave now! Or else, they’ll see you...” Her voice shook and hesitantly with a heavy blush on her cheeks she added just before she went to go, “Tomorrow!”
Fandom: Lord of the rings (Movies), Roswell
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: romance
Characters/Pairings: Éomer/Tess
Short summary: “You shouldn’t be here...” she tells him.
Any warnings: none
Disclaimer: Roswell and Lord of the rings and its characters are not mine. I only write fanfiction!
A/N: This is just a short little scene between Éomer and Tess... Please note that even if it is Tess, her ‘real name’ is Ava... and so, that is the name that she gave when anyone addresses her. Anyway... I hope you like this short scene... I actually started liking the pair... and given that the Elves left Middle Earth in the last part of the movie... I decided to choose a different King for Tess...
::
“You shouldn’t be here...” she tells him. Her skin is deathly pale as always, her hair golden making her look like she has a shining halo.
When he doesn’t say anything, instead just keeps staring at her, she repeats herself. “Éomer, king of Rohan, you shouldn’t be here!” She wants him to leave, before the priestesses of her monastery see him. No man is allowed to come near it, not even the king.
He looks at her and he shakes his head. “Tell me that you will come with me today! Tell me Ava, Queen of Antar, that you’ll come and be my queen, become the queen of Rohan.”
Her gaze softens and she looks at him with sincerity and warmth. Éomer had come and visited her in secret for many days and nights. Ever since she woke up and found herself in an alien world, Middle Earth, Rohan. She hadn’t known where she was, or why it was that she was there instead of dead.
Everything had been so confusing, and she had been so scared that when they had brought her in front of the king, she had revealed that she was in fact the Queen to a fallen Planet, Antar. Even though Éomer and his people had never heard of Antar, they hadn’t doubted her royalty. And when she revealed that she had certain powers, her alien powers, the priestesses of a nearby monastery came and took her in to live with them.
“How can you ask that, every time you come?” asked Tess with a heavy heart. She liked him well enough, in actual fact she had been attracted to him when she had first seen him, but her trust in men was shattered. She couldn’t let herself love another man, only to have him turn to someone else again. “Don’t you remember what I told you?”
Éomer looked at the fragile woman in front of him. Truth was that the first time he had seen her, he had already tried to court her, only to have her rebuff every attempt he made. And one night, just before the arrival of the priestesses that took her away from him, he had even attempted to make her his queen by asking her for her hand in marriage. She had told him that she couldn’t be his wife or queen, that she was in mourning for both her king and child, and that he should find himself a woman innocent and young. It only made him try harder to win her affection.
“Yes I remember... but that was many fortnights back. Your time for mourning is surly over...” spoke Éomer slowly, not wanting to get off as a heartless man, yet wanting her to see his point. “You are young Ava, the loss of your son is tragic, but there will be others after him. This is how our world survives...”
Her head was bowed by now. She looked small and much too fragile for Éomer’s liking. He wondered if the priestesses were giving her enough food for her to stay healthy. He heard rumours that those priestesses fasted every day and on those days that they didn’t they would still not indulge in the leisure’s of food, instead pray and read for hours and hours.
“But I am broken, and I have been the woman of another... Doesn’t that repulse you at all?” asked Tess, like so many times she had before, and like so many times before his answer came swiftly.
“You could never repulse me... I treasure the ground your feet have walked on...” he took hold of her hand, the only intimacy that she had ever allowed between them and squeezed it. “How many times more shall I assure you that it is only you that I want for my Queen. No one else will have the title.”
She looked up at him, looking much too small again. He could see the doubt in her eyes, and the hurt that had accompanied it from the first day they met.
“I have no country and no wealth to give to you... I am nothing!” she finally said.
And Éomer breathed a sigh of relief. It was the first time that she had let him get as far as this, to even acknowledges that if they would marry, that she wouldn’t have any dowry for a marriage. And the fact that she already thought of a potential burden she couldn’t over come, made him happier than he had been since a long time.
“Aragorn, our mutual friend, said he was willing to take care of this. He said it would be his wedding gift to us!” urged Éomer. He wanted to convince her before she rethought everything and closed herself off like she always did.
She hesitantly pulled her hands back and stepped a few steps back. “I don’t know... I need to think...” she murmured and turned to leave. But before she could leave, Éomer stepped behind her, and held her by the shoulders. His grip wasn’t strong enough to keep her against her will had she wanted to be free of herself.
“Ava, please. No king should ever beg, but I am willing to beg you!” he spoke into her ear, his cheek and nose brushing against her golden hair. She closed her eyes for a moment, holding her breath. “I have never felt the way I have with you... I am a simple man of the war, not schooled enough to produce you sonnets of undying love... but if that is what you want from me, then I will gladly make a fool out of myself. I’ll do anything for you!”
She released her breath slowly. And then stepped forward, distancing herself once more from him. She stood there for a moment, not turning around to face him, not moving. Éomer thought that she was about to rebuff his offer once more. His probably most desperate attempt so far, and he was prepared to finally admit defeat after this.
But when she turned, and Éomer could see her face, he saw warmth and love and un-spilled tears in her eyes. She slowly moved back to him, her face was sincere and he thought her to be the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes upon.
“Alright then...” she spoke slowly, and lowly. “Tonight I will go to the monastery one more time, and tell the high-priestess of this. And tomorrow I shall come with you!”
And Éomer burst into full happiness at her confession. He stepped closer to her, but she stilled him with her hand and shook her head. “No, please, you really need to leave now! Or else, they’ll see you...” Her voice shook and hesitantly with a heavy blush on her cheeks she added just before she went to go, “Tomorrow!”