Title: Nín-iell

Meaning: My Girl
Pairing: ArwenxEowyn
Type: PWPish; fluff
Rating: R

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“Quickly now! We ride for Dol Guldur, and hope that we shall make it before the night comes!”
Eowyn, daughter of Éomund, cursed softly after making sure that none of the men would hear her. Especially Éomer her brother. She was not in the mood to have a new lecture about curbing her tongue. It had been a hard day for the éored; it seemed the Orcs had increased their numbers for this raid. Quietly she cursed again as the men wheeled their horses about and began the long, hard ride that would take them from the Wold to Dol Guldur, almost to the borders of Lothlórien. To the borders of the realm of the sorcerous Galadriel. She shuddered, half in fear, half in excitement. Often had Eowyn heard the stories of the great and powerful sorcerous, but never had she been so near to them as she would be.
“Eowyn!” called Éomer sharply, and she cursed herself for not paying attention.
“Brother!” she called back, ignoring the snickers of the other men and kicking her horse lightly. “What is it?”
“Do you value your head so little?” he shouted in reply, “We ride now! And ride hard! For we have not seen the last of those Orcs, and we must make for shelter before the night falls!”
Eowyn huffed slightly and tried not to look like a pouting child. She focused on the ground before her instead, allowing her horse to fall to the back of the line so she would not have to look at the grinning men. There were times when she truly hated men. All of them, her brother included. Why couldn’t they see that she was just as capable as they were in fighting and horsemanship? She was their age, as well, not a child who needed to be protected. She was a shieldmaiden, a proud woman of Rohan, trained to use the sword and spear just as any other man.
“Eowyn! Ride harder! Keep up!”
Eowyn growled lowly in her throat. She was just another woman, holding the men back from accomplishing their task. She always would be.

The night was closing in swiftly about them as they neared the encampment at Dol Guldur. Hama was there with his company, and his men had already set up their fires and tents and the smells of food cooking were prevalent. Eowyn tried not to think about food too much, as her stomach was already letting her know – and quite loudly – that she was hungry, and she still needed to settle her horse and set up her tent. She chose a spot at the edge of the encampment, as much for privacy as for getting away from the loud men, and tethered her horse there. She busied herself with setting up her tent, ignoring her protesting stomach, being determined not to eat until she was finished as the men were.
At last she was done, and she turned to claim her dinner, but a sudden whispering of melodic voices stopped her and she turned swiftly to face the woods.
“Aborna, Arwen! O ennas ed-tolo!” [1]
“Im iest na tíra-sell.”[2]
“Innas he na sí fuin pân.”[3]
“Le ped-sui, Elladan.”[4]
Eowyn stood frozen, hearing but the quietest rustling of leaves and underbrush as the owners of the voices moved away from their camp. She stood there a great while after they were gone, in wonder. Had she heard Elves? Ah, but the men of the camp would laugh if she asked or said she had. Why should Elves bother with Men, their lesser kin? they would ask and laugh at her silliness.
“Then I shall keep this to myself,” she murmured and was about to enter her tent to change her raiment. But Éomer chose then to approach.
“Have you eaten yet, Eowyn?”
“No,” she shook her head negatively, “Not yet. I was waiting until I finished setting up my tent, like the men do.”
Éomer laughed. “And are you a man, little sister? Come, leave your tent now and eat while there is still warm food left.”
Eowyn grit her teeth against her brother’s subtle rebuke and followed him, accepting the warm bowl offered gratefully. She brought it back to her tent, away from the others of the eored and Hama’s men, and sat by her horse for company as she ate. The men had brought out their drink and were singing bawdy songs that made her smile, though she did not join them. She preferred to listen, and had drawn quite enough unwanted attention to herself for the day.
“Why do you sit alone?”
Eowyn jumped up, spilling a few drops of her soup on the ground, and yelped quietly. Even as she spun around her hand went for a sword that wasn’t there. But when she came to face the owner of the voice, it seemed she was stripped of all ability to move, or to think, so beautiful was the creature standing in front of her.
“What is your name?” asked the Elven lady.
“I – I am Eowyn, daughter of Eomund.”
“Why do you sit alone, Eowyn? Is there none of the men whom will keep you company?”
Eowyn blushed lightly and looked at the ground, “I prefer to keep myself away from them. They are loud and crude sometimes, and they do not think I belong with them. I would rather stay here with my horse who loves me.”
And the Elf turned to the horse that watched her curiously. She reached out slowly and stroked its muzzle, murmuring softly to it in Elvish. It nickered gently and shook its mane proudly. The beauty laughed.
“Indeed, she is very fond of you.” And now it seemed that her voice was almost hesitant as she turned back to Eowyn, “I am called Arwen Undómiel. ... May I sit with you? For I find myself in a position similar to your own. There are only men and myself.”
Eowyn gaped, unsure why an Elf would choose the company of a Man over that of her own people. But, perceiving somehow that this was an Elf of royalty, she bowed and showed Arwen into her tent, and sat her down on the only chair. Then she sat upon the edge of her bed and admired the beauty of the Elf silently.
“May ... may I get you something to eat?” she asked after they had sat in silence a short while.
“No, thank you. I have my own Elvish way-bread, which we call lembas, to eat. But I am not hungry now,” Arwen smiled, and it seemed the whole tent was filled with light. Then she appeared to be considering something, and it was a while before she spoke again. “Would you care to try it?”
“I ... May I?” Eowyn asked.
“Yes, please do. I do warn you, though: One small bite is enough for the stomach of a full grown man. As you have eaten already, you might not want to take too much more.”
Eowyn took the proffered bread, taking care to break off only a little corner. She placed it in her mouth carefully and chewed slowly, hoping she didn’t look too graceless. She smiled when she had finished it.
“It is very good! And very filling!”
“I am glad you like it,” Arwen said. She gave Eowyn a fresh, leaf-wrapped package of it. “Here. I have many more. Keep this for your ride home.”
Eowyn took it and bowed her head in thanks. But Arwen’s hands were suddenly upon her chin and lifting her face so that they looked into each other’s eyes.
“Please do not lower your eyes from mine. We are equals only, and your eyes are very beautiful. I would not have you bow to me at all.”
Eowyn stared, flabbergasted and unsure of what to do. She felt her heart quicken in her chest and a warmth settled low in her stomach. She tried hard to keep her breath from quickening as well. But it seemed there was nothing that could be hidden from the Elven lady.
“You desire me ... I can see it in your eyes ... I did not realize that it was common among your people.”
Eowyn felt her cheeks grow hot even as she looked away from the Elf. Inexperienced and unsure, she hadn’t realized why she had been acting so strangely all night. But with Arwen stating it, she finally understood. And it seemed so simple, so easy – how foolish of her not to have realized it before. But Arwen was still looking at her intently, waiting for an answer.
“I – It isn’t,” Eowyn said. “For one woman to desire another. It isn’t common. Not among my people. Is it common among your own?”
“There are a great many of my people who are many thousands of years old. Gender soon means little when choosing a partner – for life or for the night. We do not see it as being ‘common’, no, but perhaps compared to your people, and judging from your reaction, you might see it as such.”
“Then I do not disgust you?”
“How could I be disgusted by beauty?” Arwen asked gently, and she smiled and tipped Eowyn’s head back up. She looked into the girl’s eyes. “I have been watching you from the trees since the Sun could no longer be seen in the sky. ... Does the idea of seeing beauty in another woman disgust you? Is that why you would try to hide it from me?”
Eowyn found she couldn’t answer. She was losing herself in the midnight eyes that bored into hers so intently, and couldn’t think of any words to say. They all seemed trivial now.
“Le ind lhain, Eowyn,” Arwen said quietly and she laid her lips upon Eowyn’s.[5]
It was everything and nothing like Eowyn had expected a kiss to be. Arwen’s lips were warm, soft, and full. They made her own tingle as they moved together in the slow dance that was kissing. There was gentleness there, and tenderness, but there was also an urgency there that made Eowyn’s heart race faster in her chest. Arwen wanted her! The Elf pulled away from her slowly, letting their lips linger together as long as possible.
“Arwen ... “ the girl whimpered. She reached for the lady, but was stopped by the fair Elf’s hands.
“Nín-iell ... “ Arwen whispered, placing her hands upon Eowyn’s cheeks. “You are so young, so unsure. I do not want to leave you hurting or with regret in your heart from this. What do you want?”[6]
“I ... “ Eowyn bit her lip, unsure why Arwen asked only now. Eowyn herself had thought it was rather plain to see. “I want you, Arwen. Even if only for tonight. I shall never regret this, until my dying day.”
Arwen lay back upon Eowyn’s cot, holding out her hand. “Then come to me, Eowyn. Lie here with me for tonight.”
Placing down her bowl of, now cold, soup, and the packet of lembas, Eowyn stood. She walked steadily to the Elven lady, more sure of this than of anything before. She took Arwen’s warm hand into her own and allowed herself to be pulled down to the bed, meeting the soft lips again, allowing them to claim hers once more. Arwen’s swift and gentle hands slowly began to remove her clothing, garment by garment. Reveling in the feeling of skin sliding against skin, Eowyn, emboldened, placed her hands lightly on the Elf’s shoulders, trailing them down her arms, exploring in awe.
“You need not be so hesitant, Eowyn,” Arwen said, and Eowyn thought she sounded distinctly amused. “I want this as well.”
Rather than answer, Eowyn reached out to touch Arwen’s lips with her tongue, as she had seen her brother do to a young maid a few years ago. To her initial surprise, Arwen’s mouth opened beneath her tongue as if inviting it in. When the Elf’s tongue touched hers, she realized that was exactly what Arwen was doing. Eowyn slid her tongue into Arwen’s mouth gently, exploring the warmth and textures and tastes to be found. She very nearly giggled when their tongues touched again, scraping against each other and producing quite a ticklish sensation. Arwen smiled beneath her and, having divested Eowyn already of her raiment, moved Eowyn’s hands so they were pulling down the gown she wore. The cloth slid off Arwen’s body like water – Eowyn wondered vaguely if it was enchanted somehow. Her hands followed its descent, trailing down Arwen’s chest and stomach, scraping her nails lightly as they went and eliciting soft noises of pleasure from the Elf.
“You are quite a tease, nín-iell,” Arwen breathed.
“I’ve learned enough watching my brother,” Eowyn said, smiling. “Does it feel good?”
“Very. Would you like to feel it?”
Before she could quite comprehend what was happening, the Woman found herself on her back, with the Elf’s face hovering above her’s, and one of Arwen’s knees between her thighs. Arwen proceeded to scrape her nails over Eowyn’s skin, exactly as Eowyn had done to her, and the girl writhed, moaning softly. Arwen smiled.
“Was that too hard, nín-iell?”
“No ... “ Eowyn breathed, “ ... I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
“You will again.”
“Oh? Is that a promise?”
Arwen laughed and repeated the action, this time over Eowyn’s nipples. Eowyn arched her back off the cot reflexively, her eyes fluttering shut. Arwen leaned down to lick the tender skin in apology. Her hand trailed gently down the rest of Eowyn’s body, to the girl’s thighs and between them, massaging gently. Eowyn moaned.
“Does that feel good, nín-iell?”
“Ooh ... yes.“
Arwen’s fingers moved into the curly hair guarding Eowyn’s most intimate parts, and the girl shuddered under her. The Elf stopped moving.
“Should I stop?”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Eowyn gasped. She pushed against the fingers to emphasize her point. Arwen smiled gently.
“I would if I were hurting you.”
“But you aren’t.”
“Then I suppose I don’t dare,” Arwen said, agreeing solemnly. She rubbed her fingers gently through the hair and Eowyn moaned softly once more, “Please, Arwen ... “
The Elf raised her hand to her mouth, placing two of her fingers into her mouth. Eowyn watched, lips parted slightly, wondering what was to come next in gleeful anticipation. Surely there couldn’t much more – there was a strange fire in her groin that she’d never felt before, but it felt so good that she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold onto it. Arwen must surely be feeling the same fire. The Elf, having wetted her fingers to her desire, replaced them in the curly hair.
“It might feel a little uncomfortable, nín-iell. But I promise it will pass quickly.”
Eowyn had no time to ask what Arwen meant, but could feel it instead. There was a strange pressure, unlike any she had ever felt before. Arwen’s fingers were entering her! She groaned softly in discomfort and writhed a little. The fingers made a little angle down, brushing against something as they moved in, sparking a more intense and pleasurable feeling than Eowyn thought possible. She moaned loudly, and Arwen smiled above her, repeating the action over that same spot. Eowyn’s body tensed, small white stars appearing in her vision with each movement inside her, as she moaned sweetly. She felt something happen inside of her and suddenly there was a warmth pooling in her groin and then between her legs. Over Arwen’s hand.
The Elf brought up her hand to her mouth and Eowyn could see a wet substance coating her fingers. She couldn’t tell if that was the saliva still or the wetness she’d felt between her legs. She blushed.
“I – I’m sorry.”
“Whatever for?” Arwen smiled and licked her fingers. “You taste very good. Don’t be sorry for such a thing as that.”
Eowyn blushed more brightly, but she smiled at the compliment. Outside the small tent, the men were just finishing settling down for the night. She doubted they’d heard a thing over their own noise and the thought comforted her a little. She wanted her experience with Arwen to be her own treasured, secret, memory. The Elf gathered her clothes and slid into them. Eowyn hoped her pout didn’t reach her voice when she spoke.
“You are leaving?”
“I must leave with my brothers and guard before the sunrise. There are foul creatures about during the night that do not like Elves. I would not dare to stay too long – I do not wish a battle on you.”
Eowyn sat up, her long hair tumbling around her. She watched the graceful woman put on her gown and boots. “Thank you!” she burst out suddenly.
Arwen looked at her, a little startled. But she smiled and sat on Eowyn’s bed, brushing her fingers through her long hair, and kissed her gently. “You are most welcome.”
“I will always remember you. And remember this.”
“You must not let that deny you a real love, nín-iell. You will love for me, without me. Will you promise me that? Promise to love with all your heart, and to forget me someday, when my memory is not needed?”
“I want to remember you, Arwen. But I will love; I promise you that.”
Arwen kissed her again and stood from the bed. She paused by the flaps that were the tent doors. She turned back to blow a kiss, framed by the moonlight outside. Then she was gone. Eowyn sighed and leaned back on her pillows, a pleasant soreness and tiredness catching up to her. She was happily asleep within moments; a sweet, dream-filled sleep that she had never experienced before. It was the closest she’d ever felt to completion. She was, at last, someone’s girl – not just a burden, not just Éomer’s sister. She was beautiful. She was Arwen’s girl.

The End

NOTES

The requested fic for the 400th visitor to my site. It is set before The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, but only by a year or so. It is also a completely unlikely scenario, as Eowyn and Arwen never really get to meet at all, let alone have the time to do what I have planned for them here. Keep in mind that there is a lot of talking and description, as is my way of writing, and the dialogue is modeled after the movie dialogue.

[1] “Aborna (fast), Arwen! O (from) ennas (there) ed-(away) tolo (come)!”

“Quickly, Arwen! Come away from there!”
[2] “Im (I) iest (wish) na (to) tira- (see) sell (girl)”
“I want to see the girl.”
[3] “Innas (will) he (she) na (be) si (here) fuin (night) pan (all)”
“She will be here all night.”
[4] “Le ped-(say) sui (as), Elladan.”
“As you say, Elladan.”
[5] “Le (you) ind (heart) lhain (free), Eowyn.”
“Free your heart, Eowyn.”
[6] “Nín- (my) iell (girl; feminine form of ion, meaning ‘son’) ... “
”My girl ... “