Mairon Of Arda

[eyesinthefire]

I didn't know you would heal - Eomer/Mairon

[theblxssed]

eyesinthefire

Mairon didn’t expect more kindness. He had known envy, greed and lust since that was all the modeling word was, but Eomer wasn’t from that world. The man offered assistance to him even if they had only spoken to each other for a few minutes. It was sweet.

His hand took the card gently from him and looked it over as Eomer offered his protection and stumbled over his words. Mairon had heard a few things, but rarely did he read tabloids. They had written things about himself so he put no thought to them.

“Maybe you just seek release and connection with someone,” Mairon said with an easy smile and placed his hand over the rancher. “But I feel the same way. I don’t have anyone to confide in being a model. Everyone is waiting to stab you in the back…”

Eomer wasn’t that type of man, Mairon knew and he wanted to be near him more. Maybe it was be cruel to use him as an escape for a few days, but he had no choice. A party meant drugs and he knew that Melkor would try to hook him back again.

When his manager returned, the model wrapped his arms around Eomer’s neck and let out a somewhat fake giggle.

“Melkor, Eomer offered me to stay for a few nights. I think a bit of relaxation is just what I need. You can give my love to everyone at the party.” Mairon laid his head against his shoulder and hoped that the rancher would just roll with it.

Melkor’s eyes darken at the display, but the brute could cause a lot of problems for him. He just glared at the pair and locked eyes with Mairon.

“Just for a few days…don’t cause trouble for me,” he said before walking off with a group of confused photographers behind him.

The younger man just let out a sigh and found himself nuzzling against the other’s rough shirt. He smelled like sweat and cedarwood…he liked that.

Eomer smiled, playing his role well, an around across Mairon’s back and his free hand stroking the must curious color of hair. He had seen many colors, but this one wasn’t quite common. That or he lived under a rock. The way things had been going lately, he opted for the latter and gave Mairon’s forehead a soft kiss at the hairline to complete the role.

“Safe with me,” he told this Melkor. “You will barely miss him.” I have a phone call to make once he’s gone. I need to find out who this guy is. “I won’t be too rough,” he added with a wink.

“But he’s an idiot,” Eomer chuckled once the dark-haired one was away. “You have nothing to worry about. Um…” He looked over Mairon’s attire and waved a hand. “Do you have clothes? We aren’t the same size or I would lend you some of mine. It’s… Hmm.” He held up the hand. “Nevermind. I’ll call someone. What would you like to wear?”

[eyesinthefire]

Mairon held back a purr of pleasure when he was held against the stronger body (not that he also also surprisingly strong) and watched as his manager stalked away. He knew he would get a lecture, but thankfully Melkor thought he would just be mindlessly fucked for a few days before returning to normal. Although ending up in bed with Eomer sounded very lovely, indeed.

There was a flash of desire when the model thought of himself wrapped up in Eomer's big button ups and placed a soft finger to his lips. "I would not mind just borrowing for a little while," Mairon said with a wicked smile. "Besides I would very much enjoy something of yours on my skin. Sounds very comfortable."

Mairon pulled away from his protector and made his way towards his truck. He gestured for Eomer to follow wanting to get out of the sun. "I really hope you don't mind me crashing with you. I mean, you've only just met me and letting me walk into your home like we are best friends. But that is very sweet. Rarely people are sweet to me."

[eyesinthefire]

I didn't know you would heal - Eomer/Mairon

The air was hot as Mairon waited to meet the owner of the ranch and he felt his skin bead up in sweat. It was a pleasant warmth - the sun shining against his skin and Amber golden hair. He needed this small vacation away from the city and in the country side where everything just bloom with life without need for people. Mairon just relished in the sound of silence besides the comments and conversations of the crew.

His golden eyes looked across the landscape and he found a longing for his two older brothers to be with him. Ossë was somewhere off the cost of Japan right now doing his last few months of marine biology and Eonwë was currently in LA on a business trip for his company. Mairon felt so alone without them and the constant presence of his manager, Melkor, made him sick.

The track marks had finally healed up to the point Mairon couldn’t really see them if he wasn’t looking hard enough.

A cloud of dust in the distance alerted everyone and Mairon tensed as Melkor moved next to him.

“Make sure to be kind and if you must be flirty. He may be a rich man, but he is a simpleton,” Melkor hissed. “Use your beauty to endure him to our needs before we leave.”

Mairon just sighed and nodded in submission.

[theblxssed]

“They’re taking photos,” grumbled the voice over the phone. Eomer had left the ranch for only a half hour when the new tire had a flat and the spare had dry rot. Cursing himself for being away when the crew arrived, he pushed the Jeep down the drive on its new tire, hoping it wouldn’t happen again. He’d find the spot that caused the trouble and fix it.

“I’m here,” he said into the phone, ended the call, and pocketed it as the door slammed. With one look, he knew this wasn’t quite the crew he had expected. Usually it was a female model is a flowing dress, pretending to tame his horses. The beasts had little interest in company and often moved about, frustrating the photographers. Idiots, he thought. They’re animals- both of them, but the horses have more smarts than a person pressing a button.

One look at the dark-haired man and Eomer thought he had a malicious look to him. “Welcome to Rohan,” he said, forcing a brighter tone. He didn’t feel bright. “I’m Eomer.” Should I shake his hand? He offered it anyway, a scowl on his face. “Do as you like, but don’t damage the property or my horses.”

He looked over the crew again. They didn’t seem too interested in his presence. Good. Maybe they’ll be done quick and leave. The model was pretty enough with flaming gold hair, so he gave a grin. “They’re good horses, just show some patience.”

[eyesinthefire]

Melkor was scowling just as well and smiled at their host, yet he neglected to take the man’s hand. “Yes, well you are late, but here. I hoping to get my model out of here at a reasonable time, party you know, but oh well.”

Mairon knew that both men weren’t playing nice - some alpha mentality - so he wondered closer towards the fence. He climbed onto the wood and gazed at the horses in their simple beauty and freedom. What would it be like to be this free?

His hand reached out towards a white horse and waited until the beast came closer. His warm nose touched his palm and he smiled softly. Mairon had loved animals once…when he was young.

“You are a good boy,” he whispered softly, cooing and spoke gently until a few others came with interest. It was until Melkor grabbed his model by the arm and yank him down from the fence did the horses bolt away.

“Don’t wander off, Mairon. Now behave.” Melkor glared at him and gave a small shove in front of the host to introduce himself.

“I’m…sorry,” he said and turned his head away, not wishing eye contact. “I’m Mairon and thank you for allowing us into your ranch. I hope we have continued business with you and your property.”

The whole statement seemed rehearsed and fake. Mairon had been coached to speak properly to his hosts and he would be rewarded. Mairon hoped his rewards would be to be left alone for a few days.

[theblxssed]

Eomer’s scowl deepened at the rudeness of the manager. Agent. Guy. Whoever he was, he had no manners. Receiving money for a site to shoot wasn’t always worth who was on his property. They all seemed to be out for fame and money made on the backs of a prettier person. Idiots, plain and simple.

The actions of the model took his attention, though his face remained stoic. This wasn’t the time to be too interested in what others were doing. The busted tire was weighing on his mind. “I won’t apologize,” he said to the dark-haired man. “Shit happens and you have to deal with it. You could have started without me.” But the grabbing of the model really sent his blood to boil. “However, I have stipulations for actions taken on my property and you can have your money back in full, if you don’t agree.” He looked over the model and lowered his brow. “I’ll even see you to the road, personally. What you just did…” He waved a hand toward the pretty model. “No physical grabbing, no shouting, no verbal threats, or physical intimidation. I’m here to be certain you don’t do those things.”

Eomer took a couple steps away to lean back on the fence and pulled his phone. “If you have any wild ideas about doing so and getting away with it, I’ll be filming. Don’t worry- there’s plenty of room on my phone.” He flashed a dazzling smile at Mairon. “A pleasure to meet you, love. Don’t let him jerk you around again.” His eyes turned dark as they turned to the manager. “If you do, I’ll bust your teeth.”

[eyesinthefire]

Both Melkor and Mairon were taken back by those words. The manager was left fuming while while the younger man just stared at his host. It had been a long time since anyone had defended him against his abuser’s ways and it felt his insides squirming. Been a long time since Mairon even felt a hint of sexual desire for anyone but this man, Eomer he remembered, seemed to light a fire in him.

Mairon smiled back at Eomer and pulled himself from his manger’s hand. “We’ve got a shoot to do,” he said firmly hoping to deter Melkor from his anger. “Just try to keep the flash down and not so much movement. I don’t think the horses like that.”

The model seemed like a master at his work, but really it was all he had done over and over again that it was drilled in his mind. Mairon had worked with some horses before and was gentle with his words and touches. The white stallion warmed to his hands and he stroke along his neck softly after a couple of photos, rewarding his stillness.

Golden eyes stayed locked on Eomer most of the time. Interest was very obvious and sometimes the model would just bite his bottom lip just right when their gazed locked. Even the photographer noted aloud that Mairon seem very sensual today. He just chuckled at this and said nothing else as the hour went on.

Thankfully the shoot was over quicker then most he had been through. As pretty as the tight, jean shorts were and the Gucci cowboy boots were, they were not for outdoors.

“That’s a wrap,” the photographer said and went to his own business with his equipment. Melkor stalked off to try to talk on his cellphone all the while leaving Mairon to his peace petting the white stallion. His smooth fingers glided over the white mane with fondness and he laid his head against his neck.

“Such a sweet boy,” he whispered. “You did so well. Bet you are trouble for your master over there.”

[theblxssed]

There weren’t many times he had stood outside and watching a photoshoot. It seemed easy enough, striking a pose for a camera, but Eomer wasn’t a model and had no intention of becoming one. Some were blessed with good looks and talent. Mairon seemed to be one of them. He especially liked how gentle Mairon seemed to be with the horses. They liked him. Even Eomer couldn’t take his eyes away.

The manager he didn’t like. There was something about the man that rubbed him wrong and Eomer wasn’t one to be highly intuitive of others. If he had been, he wouldn’t be in the current trouble with others and having cameras stuck in his face. Only he didn’t have to strike a pose and look pretty and natural in a strange environment.

When the photographer was finished, he found his way to the white stallion and placed a hand on the horse. “He likes you,” he said, unsure why he had come over. Maybe he thought this model needed help. The manager’s unkind touch rubbed him wrong and made him want to protect Mairon. He flipped a card from his pocket and held it out. “If that jerk treats you that way again, you call me. Don’t hesitate, okay? You deserve better than that and I’ll see to it he doesn’t do it again.” He gave a wink and turned to the horse, stroking his mane as well. “If you don’t have anywhere to go, I have extra rooms. It’s just me here at night. Any cleaning staff won’t ask questions or talk. You won’t put me out. I don’t have many people over these days, if you’ve… ah, seen the tabloids, you’d understand why, but I’m not all they make me out to be.”

It was insane that he was opening up to a complete stranger who hadn’t said more than a few forced words to him. What was he doing? And did it matter? It was likely his phone wouldn’t ring and he’d feel like a fool later for putting himself out there. “I don’t…” He chuckled and cleared his throat. “I don’t know you, you don’t know me, I don’t know why I’m telling you these things.”

[eyesinthefire]

Mairon didn't expect more kindness. He had known envy, greed and lust since that was all the modeling word was, but Eomer wasn't from that world. The man offered assistance to him even if they had only spoken to each other for a few minutes. It was sweet.

His hand took the card gently from him and looked it over as Eomer offered his protection and stumbled over his words. Mairon had heard a few things, but rarely did he read tabloids. They had written things about himself so he put no thought to them.

"Maybe you just seek release and connection with someone," Mairon said with an easy smile and placed his hand over the rancher. "But I feel the same way. I don't have anyone to confide in being a model. Everyone is waiting to stab you in the back..."

Eomer wasn't that type of man, Mairon knew and he wanted to be near him more. Maybe it was be cruel to use him as an escape for a few days, but he had no choice. A party meant drugs and he knew that Melkor would try to hook him back again.

When his manager returned, the model wrapped his arms around Eomer's neck and let out a somewhat fake giggle.

"Melkor, Eomer offered me to stay for a few nights. I think a bit of relaxation is just what I need. You can give my love to everyone at the party." Mairon laid his head against his shoulder and hoped that the rancher would just roll with it.

Melkor's eyes darken at the display, but the brute could cause a lot of problems for him. He just glared at the pair and locked eyes with Mairon.

"Just for a few days...don't cause trouble for me," he said before walking off with a group of confused photographers behind him.

The younger man just let out a sigh and found himself nuzzling against the other's rough shirt. He smelled like sweat and cedarwood...he liked that.

[eyesinthefire]

I didn't know you would heal - Eomer/Mairon

The air was hot as Mairon waited to meet the owner of the ranch and he felt his skin bead up in sweat. It was a pleasant warmth - the sun shining against his skin and Amber golden hair. He needed this small vacation away from the city and in the country side where everything just bloom with life without need for people. Mairon just relished in the sound of silence besides the comments and conversations of the crew.

His golden eyes looked across the landscape and he found a longing for his two older brothers to be with him. Ossë was somewhere off the cost of Japan right now doing his last few months of marine biology and Eonwë was currently in LA on a business trip for his company. Mairon felt so alone without them and the constant presence of his manager, Melkor, made him sick.

The track marks had finally healed up to the point Mairon couldn’t really see them if he wasn’t looking hard enough.

A cloud of dust in the distance alerted everyone and Mairon tensed as Melkor moved next to him.

“Make sure to be kind and if you must be flirty. He may be a rich man, but he is a simpleton,” Melkor hissed. “Use your beauty to endure him to our needs before we leave.”

Mairon just sighed and nodded in submission.

[theblxssed]

“They’re taking photos,” grumbled the voice over the phone. Eomer had left the ranch for only a half hour when the new tire had a flat and the spare had dry rot. Cursing himself for being away when the crew arrived, he pushed the Jeep down the drive on its new tire, hoping it wouldn’t happen again. He’d find the spot that caused the trouble and fix it.

“I’m here,” he said into the phone, ended the call, and pocketed it as the door slammed. With one look, he knew this wasn’t quite the crew he had expected. Usually it was a female model is a flowing dress, pretending to tame his horses. The beasts had little interest in company and often moved about, frustrating the photographers. Idiots, he thought. They’re animals- both of them, but the horses have more smarts than a person pressing a button.

One look at the dark-haired man and Eomer thought he had a malicious look to him. “Welcome to Rohan,” he said, forcing a brighter tone. He didn’t feel bright. “I’m Eomer.” Should I shake his hand? He offered it anyway, a scowl on his face. “Do as you like, but don’t damage the property or my horses.”

He looked over the crew again. They didn’t seem too interested in his presence. Good. Maybe they’ll be done quick and leave. The model was pretty enough with flaming gold hair, so he gave a grin. “They’re good horses, just show some patience.”

[eyesinthefire]

Melkor was scowling just as well and smiled at their host, yet he neglected to take the man’s hand. “Yes, well you are late, but here. I hoping to get my model out of here at a reasonable time, party you know, but oh well.”

Mairon knew that both men weren’t playing nice - some alpha mentality - so he wondered closer towards the fence. He climbed onto the wood and gazed at the horses in their simple beauty and freedom. What would it be like to be this free?

His hand reached out towards a white horse and waited until the beast came closer. His warm nose touched his palm and he smiled softly. Mairon had loved animals once…when he was young.

“You are a good boy,” he whispered softly, cooing and spoke gently until a few others came with interest. It was until Melkor grabbed his model by the arm and yank him down from the fence did the horses bolt away.

“Don’t wander off, Mairon. Now behave.” Melkor glared at him and gave a small shove in front of the host to introduce himself.

“I’m…sorry,” he said and turned his head away, not wishing eye contact. “I’m Mairon and thank you for allowing us into your ranch. I hope we have continued business with you and your property.”

The whole statement seemed rehearsed and fake. Mairon had been coached to speak properly to his hosts and he would be rewarded. Mairon hoped his rewards would be to be left alone for a few days.

[theblxssed]

Eomer’s scowl deepened at the rudeness of the manager. Agent. Guy. Whoever he was, he had no manners. Receiving money for a site to shoot wasn’t always worth who was on his property. They all seemed to be out for fame and money made on the backs of a prettier person. Idiots, plain and simple.

The actions of the model took his attention, though his face remained stoic. This wasn’t the time to be too interested in what others were doing. The busted tire was weighing on his mind. “I won’t apologize,” he said to the dark-haired man. “Shit happens and you have to deal with it. You could have started without me.” But the grabbing of the model really sent his blood to boil. “However, I have stipulations for actions taken on my property and you can have your money back in full, if you don’t agree.” He looked over the model and lowered his brow. “I’ll even see you to the road, personally. What you just did…” He waved a hand toward the pretty model. “No physical grabbing, no shouting, no verbal threats, or physical intimidation. I’m here to be certain you don’t do those things.”

Eomer took a couple steps away to lean back on the fence and pulled his phone. “If you have any wild ideas about doing so and getting away with it, I’ll be filming. Don’t worry- there’s plenty of room on my phone.” He flashed a dazzling smile at Mairon. “A pleasure to meet you, love. Don’t let him jerk you around again.” His eyes turned dark as they turned to the manager. “If you do, I’ll bust your teeth.”

[eyesinthefire]

Both Melkor and Mairon were taken back by those words. The manager was left fuming while while the younger man just stared at his host. It had been a long time since anyone had defended him against his abuser's ways and it felt his insides squirming. Been a long time since Mairon even felt a hint of sexual desire for anyone but this man, Eomer he remembered, seemed to light a fire in him.

Mairon smiled back at Eomer and pulled himself from his manger's hand. "We've got a shoot to do," he said firmly hoping to deter Melkor from his anger. "Just try to keep the flash down and not so much movement. I don't think the horses like that."

The model seemed like a master at his work, but really it was all he had done over and over again that it was drilled in his mind. Mairon had worked with some horses before and was gentle with his words and touches. The white stallion warmed to his hands and he stroke along his neck softly after a couple of photos, rewarding his stillness.

Golden eyes stayed locked on Eomer most of the time. Interest was very obvious and sometimes the model would just bite his bottom lip just right when their gazed locked. Even the photographer noted aloud that Mairon seem very sensual today. He just chuckled at this and said nothing else as the hour went on.

Thankfully the shoot was over quicker then most he had been through. As pretty as the tight, jean shorts were and the Gucci cowboy boots were, they were not for outdoors.

"That's a wrap," the photographer said and went to his own business with his equipment. Melkor stalked off to try to talk on his cellphone all the while leaving Mairon to his peace petting the white stallion. His smooth fingers glided over the white mane with fondness and he laid his head against his neck.

"Such a sweet boy," he whispered. "You did so well. Bet you are trouble for your master over there."

[eyesinthefire]

I didn't know you would heal - Eomer/Mairon

The air was hot as Mairon waited to meet the owner of the ranch and he felt his skin bead up in sweat. It was a pleasant warmth - the sun shining against his skin and Amber golden hair. He needed this small vacation away from the city and in the country side where everything just bloom with life without need for people. Mairon just relished in the sound of silence besides the comments and conversations of the crew.

His golden eyes looked across the landscape and he found a longing for his two older brothers to be with him. Ossë was somewhere off the cost of Japan right now doing his last few months of marine biology and Eonwë was currently in LA on a business trip for his company. Mairon felt so alone without them and the constant presence of his manager, Melkor, made him sick.

The track marks had finally healed up to the point Mairon couldn’t really see them if he wasn’t looking hard enough.

A cloud of dust in the distance alerted everyone and Mairon tensed as Melkor moved next to him.

“Make sure to be kind and if you must be flirty. He may be a rich man, but he is a simpleton,” Melkor hissed. “Use your beauty to endure him to our needs before we leave.”

Mairon just sighed and nodded in submission.

[theblxssed]

“They’re taking photos,” grumbled the voice over the phone. Eomer had left the ranch for only a half hour when the new tire had a flat and the spare had dry rot. Cursing himself for being away when the crew arrived, he pushed the Jeep down the drive on its new tire, hoping it wouldn’t happen again. He’d find the spot that caused the trouble and fix it.

“I’m here,” he said into the phone, ended the call, and pocketed it as the door slammed. With one look, he knew this wasn’t quite the crew he had expected. Usually it was a female model is a flowing dress, pretending to tame his horses. The beasts had little interest in company and often moved about, frustrating the photographers. Idiots, he thought. They’re animals- both of them, but the horses have more smarts than a person pressing a button.

One look at the dark-haired man and Eomer thought he had a malicious look to him. “Welcome to Rohan,” he said, forcing a brighter tone. He didn’t feel bright. “I’m Eomer.” Should I shake his hand? He offered it anyway, a scowl on his face. “Do as you like, but don’t damage the property or my horses.”

He looked over the crew again. They didn’t seem too interested in his presence. Good. Maybe they’ll be done quick and leave. The model was pretty enough with flaming gold hair, so he gave a grin. “They’re good horses, just show some patience.”

[eyesinthefire]

Melkor was scowling just as well and smiled at their host, yet he neglected to take the man's hand. "Yes, well you are late, but here. I hoping to get my model out of here at a reasonable time, party you know, but oh well."

Mairon knew that both men weren't playing nice - some alpha mentality - so he wondered closer towards the fence. He climbed onto the wood and gazed at the horses in their simple beauty and freedom. What would it be like to be this free?

His hand reached out towards a white horse and waited until the beast came closer. His warm nose touched his palm and he smiled softly. Mairon had loved animals once...when he was young.

"You are a good boy," he whispered softly, cooing and spoke gently until a few others came with interest. It was until Melkor grabbed his model by the arm and yank him down from the fence did the horses bolt away.

"Don't wander off, Mairon. Now behave." Melkor glared at him and gave a small shove in front of the host to introduce himself.

"I'm...sorry," he said and turned his head away, not wishing eye contact. "I'm Mairon and thank you for allowing us into your ranch. I hope we have continued business with you and your property."

The whole statement seemed rehearsed and fake. Mairon had been coached to speak properly to his hosts and he would be rewarded. Mairon hoped his rewards would be to be left alone for a few days.

[eyesinthefire]

I didn't know you would heal - Eomer/Mairon

The air was hot as Mairon waited to meet the owner of the ranch and he felt his skin bead up in sweat. It was a pleasant warmth - the sun shining against his skin and Amber golden hair. He needed this small vacation away from the city and in the country side where everything just bloom with life without need for people. Mairon just relished in the sound of silence besides the comments and conversations of the crew.

His golden eyes looked across the landscape and he found a longing for his two older brothers to be with him. Ossë was somewhere off the cost of Japan right now doing his last few months of marine biology and Eonwë was currently in LA on a business trip for his company. Mairon felt so alone without them and the constant presence of his manager, Melkor, made him sick.

The track marks had finally healed up to the point Mairon couldn’t really see them if he wasn’t looking hard enough.

A cloud of dust in the distance alerted everyone and Mairon tensed as Melkor moved next to him.

“Make sure to be kind and if you must be flirty. He may be a rich man, but he is a simpleton,” Melkor hissed. “Use your beauty to endure him to our needs before we leave.”

Mairon just sighed and nodded in submission.