Pet Elf

Pet Elf

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Chapter 1

Author: Erandir (striderkingofmen@yahoo.com)
Title: Pet Elf
Pairing: Eomer/Haldir
Rating: PG13 - R
Summary: AU. Eomer is the king of Rohan. A man comes from a distant country to negotiate trade agreements and brings with him a pet, but not just any pet, a pet Elf. But how have Elves become enslaved in this other land, and why are they treated less than Human?
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Thanks to my beta, Empath

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It was a bit of a surprise to say the least when he received the letter. Usually they went to his husband, and Eomer hardly knew him, so why would he write?

Curiously, the Elf broke the seal and opened the letter. It did not take him much longer to realize why Eomer had written to him and not his husband. He had to read the letter twice, though, to be sure he had understood it properly. When he had he was furious.

His mind was made up before even thinking about it.

Immediately he headed back to his room to pack. His husband was there, playing with their youngest child. The Elf all-but ignored him as he began to collect his things. "I am going to Rohan," he informed the man, obviously surprising him.

"Why?"

The Elf just tossed the letter at his husband as he continued. The man read through it quickly and blanched in shock. Being married to an Elf, he couldn't understand why anyone would want to enslave one. Now he knew why his husband was so upset. "You think you can help?"

The Elf stopped for a moment and looked over at him, "I have to try," he replied earnestly, "I cannot let my kinsmen suffer this way."

"You cannot save them all," the king felt the need to remind him, "And I am sure there are others."

"I know that, but I can save this one."

The man sighed, there was no stopping his husband once he got passionate about something. "Write to me when you get there," he requested.

The Elf smiled as he packed his things, "I will," he promised.

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The Prince Consort of Gondor left Minas Tirith later that same day. This was something he couldn't let wait for any amount of time. From the sound of it, this Elf that Eomer had f ound had been captive since childhood. That was centuries ago, and the prince could remember hearing stories of raids on Elven villages back then. IT was possible that this Elf was one of the survivors of those raids.

All the more reason to set him free and see if any of his family had also survived. With the torment he had doubtlessly endured through the years he deserved to finally have some peace in his life.

It was a three day trip, at least, from Minas Tirith to Edoras, but he was determined to make it as short as possible. He took no guards with him, and only what baggage he would need for a few days. And, of course, his crown. If only to prove his position to the Elf and his captor.

He was not naive enough to think that this would be easy, nor that he would be able to change the merchant's mind about Elves. But even if he had failed in the end, the prince had to try. He couldn't just sit around and do nothing, he had to know he had done everything possible.

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When the prince arrived two and a half days later he was met at the city gates by the king himself. While Eomer had been close to his husband when they were young, the Elven prince had never really gotten to know him. Now did not seem the best time to start, either.

"I want to meet with him," The prince requested as soon as all proper greetings were through.

"With Haldir?" Eomer asked, not sure if he should be offended by the hasty demand.

The Elf nodded, "Yes, I want to speak to him."

Eomer agreed, but he felt compelled to warn the prince of the situation. "Neshta doesn't allow Haldir to speak without his permission. Haldir will probably talk to you because you are also an Elf, but I cannot say for certain. HE doesn't know you are coming, though I have told him there is an Elf as Consort of Gondor."

"I understand," the prince assured. Really he was not worried about the slave. What concerned him mose was the man who thought he could enslave the Eldar and use them to his own twisted will.

When they arrived at Eomer's room the Elf consort paused and frowned. "This is your room," he observed.

"Neshta has loaned him to me for the duration of his stay," he explained, "I thought it the best way to keep him safe until I could figure out what to do."

That explanation seemed good enough, and the prince pushed the door open without even bothering to knock. Expecting Eomer, Haldir did not bother to get up from where he sat on the bed, entertaining himself with the knickknacks on the man's nightstand. It did not take him long to realize that there was more than one person in the room, though. He looked up quickly in fear, relaxed when he saw Eomer, but stiffened again when he laid eyes on the other Elf.