A Night in the Hammock

By Ms. Elijah Wood

Disclaimer: Tolkien was an amazing writer and holds all copyright to these characters.I don't make $$ of these.

Note to readers: I'm a fan of both the books and movies, and I base my fics on both.

Chapter 1

Aragorn made his excuses to Elrond, saying that he needed to retire and get some sleep. Elrond smile at his back when he left the banquet, aware that Aragorn had just given him an "excuse" to go look for Arwen. Elrond sighed, full aware of the problems that this could cause, but he was reluctant to cause his daughter pain. She was so happy when Aragorn was around, she smiled with such radiance that Elrond could only be reminded of Celebrian.

Arwen waited in the clearing, relishing this time in between twilight and nightfall. The sky seemed so close overhead, with the hint of sparkle that might turn out to be stars. She sank down on the bank of the stream, watching the water trickle along. Arwen waited for only a short time when she heard footsteps-the footsteps of the one person she wanted to see right now.

Aragorn padded softly through the woods, coming into the clearing where he knew she'd be waiting. He paused for a moment, hoping she wouldn't notice him. He loved to just look at her, drink in the beauty and elegance that contrasted so to his rough but handsome façade. But Arwen had heard him long ago, and she was waiting for him with a smile, her royal blue gown fanned around her. He smiled shyly at her, well aware that she was aware of his sneaking up on her. She rose to meet him, her eyes locked with his.

Arwen loved the way he walked.confident, yet light, with that trace of elegance that made him so attractive. She loved the ay he looked at her, making her turn her head to meet his gentle gaze. She loved the way. she loved everything about him. Her precious gift hung around his neck, close to his heart. She stopped walking for a moment, causing him to look at her. She placed her hand on his chest, feeling the pulse inside his ribcage. Slowly but surely, she leaned forward, longing for another of his indescribable kisses. He smiled at her with his eyes, wrapping his arm around her waist. Just that simple gesture of closeness, of his support and love, was enough to make her knees weak, not to mention the sensation when he eased his lips onto hers, slowly covering them until she thought she would of fainted (had he not been holding her).

Aragorn pulled away, gazing into the eyes of what he thought to be the most wondrous eyes of any creature ever beheld. He removed his hand from her grasp, and traced the outline of her ear, lingering slightly on the pointed tip. As he knew she would, Arwen gasped, feeling tingles spread throughout her whole body. As he began to massage both her ears, first with hand, then with tongue and mouth, she buried her fingers in his hair, sighing deeply. Ever since he had found out about the sensitivity of Elven ears, he had driven her nearly to the brink.but in a good way.

Forcing herself back to the present, Arwen whispered,

"Come. There is a place that I have been wanting to take you to."

TBC

A.N. Please, reviews, reviews!!! I likes them! Sorry to leave off. I will try to continue soon!