Truth Or Dare

Summary- With their children out of the way for the day, Aragorn and Arwen need to find something to occupy themselves with. So they embark on a little game of Truth Or Dare....

This is just something I came up with when I got bored... its fluffy/fun and basically just written because I felt like it! It has no real point, its just a work of fluff.... so I hope you enjoy!

Rating- PG-13 for later content (perhaps, I haven't really got that far yet!)

Dedication- to LaLa for being there on the other side of cyberspace, and Mr Saul, Professor of Dudeness, maths teacher to the end!! not that you'll ever read this, but thanks for everything Sir!

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Chapter 1

"It's so quiet," Arwen's whisper reflected her words.

"Yes, isn't it great?" Aragorn wrapped his arms around his wife's slim waist and kissed the side of her neck.

She smiled and leaned back into him. "Estel," she warned as he began to get a little too excited. "We're in a public place!"

"So?" He continued his actions, ignoring her protests. He knew how much she loved it really.

She wanted so much to let his persuasive behaviour cast aside all her awareness of where they were, but dignity, pride, and fear of embarassment swayed her.

"Estel, stop it!" She turned in his arms, preventing him from kissing her neck and bare shoulders. Instead she limited him to her lips, though he believed this to be a fair exchange.

"Now now, my Queen, I thought you were too ashamed to be seen participating in such... activities as these," Aragorn breathed, holding her chin gently and surveying her beautiful face.

Arwen had never looked so innocent. She smiled and asked, "And what activities would these be?"

"Oh I think you know perfectly well," he grinned, before kissing her hard on the mouth once more. A few minutes later he was forced to pull back as Arwen took her turn to get a little too excited.

"Mela, you know today is-" he began.

"Gondor's annual spring cleaning day?" she asked, trying and partly succeeding to reclaim his lips.

"Yes," he said, kissing her softly as he pulled her down with him onto the grass. "The one day when every bedroom in Minas Tirith is occupied by people other than couple's with our purpose."

She laughed, realising that for once she couldn't have what she so desperately wanted. "Ironic, isn't it?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly in assent and looked out across a small part of his kingdom towards Osgiliath. There were an unnatural number of children playing close to the city walls and on the Pelennor Fields, and many running riot inside the outer quarter of the city aswell. The King and Queen were in one of the high court gardens, out of range of the commotion below, but occasionally able to catch the sound of children's screams and laughter, and the shouts of aggrevated mothers who were trying to complete all their chores on time.

Arwen was glad Legolas had offered to take the children to Ithilien for the day - even though their servants were cleaning the royal quarters, she didn't want the children running riot and annoying everyone. Besides, it was calm and peaceful now, just the two of them.

"What are you thinking about Mela?" Aragorn asked, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist and pulling her body against his.

She rested her head on his shoulder and smiled. "Just how nice it is without the children." She looked slightly guilty and said, "Am I a bad mother?"

Aragorn laughed. "No my darling, I believe you are an excellent mother!"

She smiled and reached up to kiss him. They sat in the familiar embrace of each other's arms for a time, before Arwen suddenly stood to her feet. "I have an idea!"

Aragorn groaned. "What now?" The last idea she'd come up with was to try and teach Eldarion to ride bareback, for a reason only the Valar knows. However their eldest child, all of six years old, hadn't quite managed the skill, and Aragorn still winced at the memory of hooves in an all too uncomfortable area as he fought the horse for his son's safety. Eldarion had come out unscathed, something his father often contemplated as very unfair.

All in all, Arwen's ideas were not good, least not for her husband. "I know what you're thinking," she said, reading his mind, "but this one's worth listening to, I promise." He sighed and she smiled, knowing she'd won, as was often the case. "Let's play a game."

"A game? What sort of game?"

"Truth or dare."

"Arwen-" he warned

"Oh come on, it'll be fun," she persuaded, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. He was almost on the verge of giving in, but she knew he would still say no if she left him the choice now.

Wrapping her arms around her neck, she pouted and looked pleadingly into his eyes. "Please?"

He found himself literally melting into her gaze, and without having to think about it muttered "Ok," before kissing her alluring lips with much want and fervour.

Arwen made a mental note to herself to always use this method when he was being stubborn, as it seemed to be instantly effective.

She pulled back and ran her cool fingers over his cheek before kissing him lightly and taking his hand. "My turn first," she said, as if their moment of passion had never happened and he had assented to the game in the first place. "Truth or dare?"

Aragorn mentally hit himself. He had fallen once again for his wife's devious games, and they both knew it. How could she read him so well? He sighed, knowing full well he was now trapped with no means of escape until Arwen said so. He realised she was watching him as he tried to delay the inevitable. Well, he thought, he might as well get it over with.

As matter-of-factly as he could, and ignoring his wife's smug grin, he said "Dare," his voice masking fear that she could, and would, be as wicked as possible if it made him uncomfortable.

And a game like this certaintly would be.

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A/N If anyone has any ideas for amusing truths/dares our favourite couple could ask each other please tell me in your review or email me {address on my profile page} thanks!