Jealous Title: Jealous
Category: Romance
Pairing: Ara/Eom, implied Ara/Hal
Archive: Tolkien Slash and Lit Slash.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Two guys. Attraction. If it ain't your cup o' tea, stay away. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: Aragorn is mine! Allllll mine, my precious yessss.....(Just kidding, he belongs to Tolkien, who's probably
spinning in his grave at this very moment...)
Notes: This occurs after the Battle of the Pelennor Fields, the night of March 15th, or early morning of the 16th. It's Aragorn's
POV. And it's the second Tolkien slash story published, YAY!
Summary: Aragorn and Eomer discover their true feelings for each other.


"You saved her life."

It wasn't really me, but he didn't have to know that.

"I know. It wasn't difficult."

"Not--difficult? Then by all the Valar, what was it?" He pulled me back to look him in the eyes. I smiled at his youthful
enthusiasm. There were some things he had no idea about.

"It was...inspired."

I saw wonder, and a bit of fear, flash over his face. I was familiar with it, a man living with Elves gets used to seeing strange
things happen.

To my surprise, he changed the subject completely.

"Why can't you love her?"

Love Eowyn? I couldn't love her. Didn't want to. Even if Arwen had never existed. But of course I couldn't tell him that. So I
told the truth, just not the true truth.

"I'm betrothed."

That hadn't occurred to him. I probably looked like the last person in the world to have a girl waiting for me.

"To who?"

I almost laughed out loud. Did he realize how jealous he sounded?

"Arwen Evenstar. Daughter of Elrond," I said, watching him carefully. "I doubt you've ever heard of her."

I could see the wheels turning in his mind. He hadn't heard of her.

"Does Eowyn know?"

With those words, he pulled his hand away from me like he had just realized he was touching a snake, or more likely, the
man his sister was in love with.

It had to be answered, little as I wanted to say anything at all about Eowyn's fatal attraction to me.

"I think she does. I tried to get it across. At Dunharrow."

His face went cold, he stared at me questioningly, filled with intent. I wouldn't be able to hide much, would I?

"At Dunharrow?" He asked it, but not really, trying not to want to know. By the Valar, the man was jealous.

"You didn't...?"

Well, what was I supposed to say, 'your sister threw herself at me just about half a dozen times that evening, but all I wanted
was a cuddle-session with my soon-to-be-dead lover?'

Yeah, that would work.

"Nothing happened between us. I would never do that to a woman."

"Do what?" Jealous, jealous, jealous.....

Gods, he wants me....

"Make promises I could not keep. Lead her on and toss her aside. I never would. I couldn't." And those words were calculated to bring out any desire he might be hiding.

He took the bait, seized me, kissed me.

"Would you do it to me? Lead me on and toss me aside?"

Laughing, I pulled him against me. Jealousy is good sometimes. My Halbarad was dead, but this man was everything I could
have dreamed of, for tonight at least.

"Lead you on, yes. Toss you aside, never."