A Meeting of Lovers
Aragorn waited for the arrival of his lover, still and motionless listening and breathing heavily. The wide doors of the bedroom opened and there stood Arwen glistening in the light that was cast from her beautifully fashioned body. "I have awaited you my love for many an hour."
"I apologize Aragorn but I had business with my father, Lord Elrond of the Elves."
"Come in with me, Arwen and let me bask upon the brilliance that you lay before me."
Arwen entered and laid herself upon the bed where Aragorn was. The Elven bed was finely crafted with bars of gold and a mattress made of eagle feathers. Aragorn gazed at his lover and best friend with his benign blue eyes. "Arwen before my journey you said you would forsake the immortal life of your people to live with me."
"And to that I hold.." Arwen whispered in his ear "I would rather live one life with you than pass all the ages of this world alone."
'My love.." but before Aragorn could finish Arwen pressed her lips upon his to taste the passion of his words. "My love, your journey is over and now you shall receive the spoils of your war." She stood up above him and moved her hands to unbutton her beaming blue rode. Bit by bit she slid off each button revealing each second, more of her slender body. Her silky hair hung limply over her forehead, her pointed ears turned red with blush, her body was completely exposed. She bent down quickly on top of Aragorn and ripped his already torn shirt off of his chest with vigor and adore, exposing his tough skin. Aragorn lay exposed below the uncovered Arwen as she moved her tongue down his burly well-built chest down to the place where Aragorn yearned to be touched for so long. He shivered as she slid her hands into his breeches, his feeling her soft touch.
Aragorn's chest heaved with sharp, quick movements and Arwen's pattern was ghastly interrupted. "S- sorry--"
"Shall I continue my love or do you want to start." Arwen closed her eyes; Aragorn placed his mouth upon her breast. Arwen gasped with every breath that Aragorn took. Arwen let out a cry as Aragorn squeezed each sphere between his hands. The warmth of her body beckoned him to continue.
Arwen let out another cry as Aragorn's hot mouth closed around her soft opening. She wriggled and fidgeted as he slipped his tongue into the opening. His tongue moved around wildly inside of her and with each second it moved, she let out another strangled cry of thrill. She tossed and turned but each time Aragorn offered to remove his tongue she pleaded him to continue. He did as she asked and stirred his tongue ever fiercely inside her. Arwen kissed his palm, as soft and gentle as any woman to her male. Gently as she could she lathered his hands with kisses. She rubbed her gentle hands between his big ones and all was right in the world. Her breathing quickened as Aragorn moved his tongue faster.
"No words could express the joy that I feel when you are near Aragorn. My sweet, your journey was a long and perilous one but I tell you that mine was even worse. Each day my heart grew weary thinking of the troubles that plague you my love. Oh if you only knew my anguish as I watched you take off on your voyage. Each day when you were gone I felt as if I were carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders but now you are here and my troubles no longer hassle me. You are here with me Aragorn and soon we will join as one. Until that day is here I will make an effort to keep you by my side in the shelter of my arms."
"Oh Arwen, you are good to me..." suddenly Arwen began to cry but they were not tears of sorrow as Aragorn thought but tears of joy and virtue. They were tears that showed Arwen's dedication to her love. Aragorn leaned in on her and kissed the salty drops from her cheeks. "You taste frightened."
"I am not. not anymore for we are together now and that is all that matters." Once again she began kissing his body all over. With his breeches on the floor Aragorn pulled Arwen on top of him and placed her in position. She stirred slowly making sure that her motion was satisfying for both her and her mate. She felt his hardness inside of her and moaned with delight. "OH ARAGORN!" Aragorn moved his body with hers so that they were both in tune with each other. Soon their movements were unified, almost melodious. Their bodies began to sweat as they rubbed against one another in a smooth sensual motion. Arwen could feel the touch of his manhood between the inner walls of her body. She moved back and forth to keep their movements in twine and all the while she kept thinking of how fortunate she was. She had always been the most beautiful woman in Rivendale, the most graceful and regal elf her world has had to offer but for some cause she had always attracted elves of a low demeanor but now she had found the man which charmed her every dream, filled her every being, and marked her life with true happiness.
Being a warrior Aragorn has found it difficult to settle with a woman. He often wondered, while on the battle field, if he would ever find a love as true and constant as the mighty ocean, as sound as the prodigious Grey Mountains, and as refined as the elves themselves, now he has, and with an elf none the less. He considered himself the luckiest man on Middle Earth.
Aragorn's breathing quickened as the movement became faster by the moment; it was all he could do to simply keep up with her. She was considerably spry for such a gentle creature.
For a moment the room was still, it was as if the room shifted to stop everything occurring, nothing could be heard except the strident panting of the now tired Arwen and Aragon. Their actions had been wild and impetuous but it was entirely out of love, love shared by the two and precipitated by the feelings they kept deep within themselves.
The room was now silent and only the whistling of the wind could be heard entering through the thinly shaped windows. All was calm as Aragorn and Arwen sat there gazing lovingly into each others eyes and admiring each other's face.
"My love with you I feel as if the world were standing still and so eagerly I wish that it were so that I could be here with you forever" whispered Aragorn to Arwen "You are like no other in my life, you are the very being of my soul and the maker of my world" As he whispered each word to her he slowly and passionately nuzzled her neck and cradled her arms.
"Oh Aragon, if only there words in which I could express the feelings that I hold for you but mere words are not enough to be able to cover every inch of affection that I hold for you. Neither Elvish nor the tongue of man could scratch the surface of my fondness for you, my need to be near you, and my addiction your lips, the lips which taste as sweet as the honey of the bees and the ambrosia of the gods. Oh woe is me to stifle my every thought and emotion for you. If only you new, if only I could conjure my every thought at this very moment but we have none the time for it."
"You need not to worry about me knowing your feelings, my sweet, for I have always known, from the very moment we met I knew your exact thoughts and intentions. You need not to worry about expressing your words for we have developed a bond so strong that our minds seem as if they are one, joined together like our bodies during the making of love. Arwen you are the most important person in my life and you will always be first above all else, my priority.
"I LOVE YOU Arwen of Rivendale! I love your limitless mind, your dark silken hair, and your deep penetrating eyes. I love your soft body, your sensual nature, and your charming smile. I love the very soul, the very essence of you and my promise to you is that I always will love you till the end of my days and further.
I tear suddenly ran down Arwen's face, rushing down her cheek, and dropping to the maple floor. She felt overjoyed, and felt the need to rush towards Aragorn and lunge herself deep into his arms. Her tears washed off against hard chest and Aragorn lifted Arwen's face to kiss her. Their lips came close and touched and suddenly there was a change in the room. It was no longer seemingly dark. A radiant blue and white light was cast above the two lovers covering the ceiling glistening from hundreds of celestial crystal orbs simply hovering above them. It was as if the night sky and all its stars had replaced the ceiling leaving the two in an irrefutable heaven on earth.
Aragorn waited for the arrival of his lover, still and motionless listening and breathing heavily. The wide doors of the bedroom opened and there stood Arwen glistening in the light that was cast from her beautifully fashioned body. "I have awaited you my love for many an hour."
"I apologize Aragorn but I had business with my father, Lord Elrond of the Elves."
"Come in with me, Arwen and let me bask upon the brilliance that you lay before me."
Arwen entered and laid herself upon the bed where Aragorn was. The Elven bed was finely crafted with bars of gold and a mattress made of eagle feathers. Aragorn gazed at his lover and best friend with his benign blue eyes. "Arwen before my journey you said you would forsake the immortal life of your people to live with me."
"And to that I hold.." Arwen whispered in his ear "I would rather live one life with you than pass all the ages of this world alone."
'My love.." but before Aragorn could finish Arwen pressed her lips upon his to taste the passion of his words. "My love, your journey is over and now you shall receive the spoils of your war." She stood up above him and moved her hands to unbutton her beaming blue rode. Bit by bit she slid off each button revealing each second, more of her slender body. Her silky hair hung limply over her forehead, her pointed ears turned red with blush, her body was completely exposed. She bent down quickly on top of Aragorn and ripped his already torn shirt off of his chest with vigor and adore, exposing his tough skin. Aragorn lay exposed below the uncovered Arwen as she moved her tongue down his burly well-built chest down to the place where Aragorn yearned to be touched for so long. He shivered as she slid her hands into his breeches, his feeling her soft touch.
Aragorn's chest heaved with sharp, quick movements and Arwen's pattern was ghastly interrupted. "S- sorry--"
"Shall I continue my love or do you want to start." Arwen closed her eyes; Aragorn placed his mouth upon her breast. Arwen gasped with every breath that Aragorn took. Arwen let out a cry as Aragorn squeezed each sphere between his hands. The warmth of her body beckoned him to continue.
Arwen let out another cry as Aragorn's hot mouth closed around her soft opening. She wriggled and fidgeted as he slipped his tongue into the opening. His tongue moved around wildly inside of her and with each second it moved, she let out another strangled cry of thrill. She tossed and turned but each time Aragorn offered to remove his tongue she pleaded him to continue. He did as she asked and stirred his tongue ever fiercely inside her. Arwen kissed his palm, as soft and gentle as any woman to her male. Gently as she could she lathered his hands with kisses. She rubbed her gentle hands between his big ones and all was right in the world. Her breathing quickened as Aragorn moved his tongue faster.
"No words could express the joy that I feel when you are near Aragorn. My sweet, your journey was a long and perilous one but I tell you that mine was even worse. Each day my heart grew weary thinking of the troubles that plague you my love. Oh if you only knew my anguish as I watched you take off on your voyage. Each day when you were gone I felt as if I were carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders but now you are here and my troubles no longer hassle me. You are here with me Aragorn and soon we will join as one. Until that day is here I will make an effort to keep you by my side in the shelter of my arms."
"Oh Arwen, you are good to me..." suddenly Arwen began to cry but they were not tears of sorrow as Aragorn thought but tears of joy and virtue. They were tears that showed Arwen's dedication to her love. Aragorn leaned in on her and kissed the salty drops from her cheeks. "You taste frightened."
"I am not. not anymore for we are together now and that is all that matters." Once again she began kissing his body all over. With his breeches on the floor Aragorn pulled Arwen on top of him and placed her in position. She stirred slowly making sure that her motion was satisfying for both her and her mate. She felt his hardness inside of her and moaned with delight. "OH ARAGORN!" Aragorn moved his body with hers so that they were both in tune with each other. Soon their movements were unified, almost melodious. Their bodies began to sweat as they rubbed against one another in a smooth sensual motion. Arwen could feel the touch of his manhood between the inner walls of her body. She moved back and forth to keep their movements in twine and all the while she kept thinking of how fortunate she was. She had always been the most beautiful woman in Rivendale, the most graceful and regal elf her world has had to offer but for some cause she had always attracted elves of a low demeanor but now she had found the man which charmed her every dream, filled her every being, and marked her life with true happiness.
Being a warrior Aragorn has found it difficult to settle with a woman. He often wondered, while on the battle field, if he would ever find a love as true and constant as the mighty ocean, as sound as the prodigious Grey Mountains, and as refined as the elves themselves, now he has, and with an elf none the less. He considered himself the luckiest man on Middle Earth.
Aragorn's breathing quickened as the movement became faster by the moment; it was all he could do to simply keep up with her. She was considerably spry for such a gentle creature.
For a moment the room was still, it was as if the room shifted to stop everything occurring, nothing could be heard except the strident panting of the now tired Arwen and Aragon. Their actions had been wild and impetuous but it was entirely out of love, love shared by the two and precipitated by the feelings they kept deep within themselves.
The room was now silent and only the whistling of the wind could be heard entering through the thinly shaped windows. All was calm as Aragorn and Arwen sat there gazing lovingly into each others eyes and admiring each other's face.
"My love with you I feel as if the world were standing still and so eagerly I wish that it were so that I could be here with you forever" whispered Aragorn to Arwen "You are like no other in my life, you are the very being of my soul and the maker of my world" As he whispered each word to her he slowly and passionately nuzzled her neck and cradled her arms.
"Oh Aragon, if only there words in which I could express the feelings that I hold for you but mere words are not enough to be able to cover every inch of affection that I hold for you. Neither Elvish nor the tongue of man could scratch the surface of my fondness for you, my need to be near you, and my addiction your lips, the lips which taste as sweet as the honey of the bees and the ambrosia of the gods. Oh woe is me to stifle my every thought and emotion for you. If only you new, if only I could conjure my every thought at this very moment but we have none the time for it."
"You need not to worry about me knowing your feelings, my sweet, for I have always known, from the very moment we met I knew your exact thoughts and intentions. You need not to worry about expressing your words for we have developed a bond so strong that our minds seem as if they are one, joined together like our bodies during the making of love. Arwen you are the most important person in my life and you will always be first above all else, my priority.
"I LOVE YOU Arwen of Rivendale! I love your limitless mind, your dark silken hair, and your deep penetrating eyes. I love your soft body, your sensual nature, and your charming smile. I love the very soul, the very essence of you and my promise to you is that I always will love you till the end of my days and further.
I tear suddenly ran down Arwen's face, rushing down her cheek, and dropping to the maple floor. She felt overjoyed, and felt the need to rush towards Aragorn and lunge herself deep into his arms. Her tears washed off against hard chest and Aragorn lifted Arwen's face to kiss her. Their lips came close and touched and suddenly there was a change in the room. It was no longer seemingly dark. A radiant blue and white light was cast above the two lovers covering the ceiling glistening from hundreds of celestial crystal orbs simply hovering above them. It was as if the night sky and all its stars had replaced the ceiling leaving the two in an irrefutable heaven on earth.
