Disclaimer: As always I own nothing, all to Tolkien but also added here is
the creators of 'Cruel Intentions'.
Note: The story is based loosely on 'Cruel Intentions' I won't be doing it exactly like the movie. And if you haven't figured it out yet it's an AU. =) Hope you enjoy! Updates for other fics are coming!!
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Aragorn did not seem very bothered to see Arwen sprawled seductively across his bed upon his return from a rather successful hunting trip with the twins. He looked at her, but his attention was soon distracted by his need to wash off the dirt and blood that clung to him like a second skin. So instead of walking towards the beautiful Evenstar, he walked passed her, heading to bowl of fresh, clean water. Obviously Arwen was insulted, but she said nothing. As an alternative, she propped her head up with a hand and rested the weight on her elbow.
"Where have you been?"
In response, Aragorn took of his filthy tunic. Arwen chewed on her bottom lip as her eyes roamed appreciatively all over the well-toned and tanned torso of her foster brother. Aragorn smirked. He had his back turned to her so she could not see him. He could feel her eyes on him, wanting, him but he would act as the stupid human a part he played so well after all, practice does make perfect. He picked up a nearby cloth and dipped it into the water before running it across his neck, letting the water run down his back and chest. Relaxed, Aragorn turned to face Arwen, who quickly covered up her desire for the young man, but she was too slow. Aragorn saw the lust burning in her eyes. He smiled again, more genuine but equally insincere as the first.
"You do not need to know." He replied simply and laughed mentally at the fury that rippled the normally passive face of his sister. "Why are you here?"
Regaining her composure, she gracefully rolled off the bed and glided towards Aragorn, smiling as sweetly as she could. "The same reason as all of my previous visits."
Aragorn raised an unconcerned eyebrow. "Remind me."
Arwen's smile shrank slightly, but she recovered quickly. Saying nothing, she signaled with her eyes to a piece of paper that lay folded sticking out slightly from its place on her 'chest.' Aragorn followed her gaze to Arwen's well-developed assets. His eyes flickered back to the elf maiden, whom's stare seemed to dare Aragorn to take it. Not one to back out from such challenges, Aragorn reached out and plucked the paper with no contact whatsoever, much to the disappointment of Arwen.
"What is this?" Aragorn questioned as he began to unfold the paper, still distinctively warm.
"A proposition, dear brother."
Aragorn looked up while his fingers continued to work at opening the article in his hands. "Proposition?"
"Yes, a bet." Aragorn didn't look to concerned before looking down at the document his fingers finally unfolded, he mentally gasped as he stared at the drawing of an elf. Arwen smirked as she so the silent shock of the normally unaffected Aragorn. "Beautiful is he not?"
"Who is he?" his gaze still on the realistic sketch.
"Surely you have heard of the Royal Prince of Mirkwood, youngest son of King Thranduil."
"Prince Legolas?"
"The one and only."
"So it is true."
"What is?"
"His beauty surpasses that of even the Evenstar."
Arwen narrowed her eyes, unsure if Aragorn spoke the truth or was merely jesting with her like he always did. Yes, the prince was beautiful but more beautiful then herself? Impossible. So in reply Arwen snorted scornfully -rather un-lady like for the normally well-mannered elf maiden-. Aragorn didn't even bother to look up.
"So do you want to hear out my idea or not?" No answer. "Or should I take my business else where?" Still nothing. Annoyed, Arwen reached out for the picture but Aragorn pulled back with reflexes that one would think only an elf possessed.
"No, I shall hear you out."
Arwen smiled. "Good." She took a deep breath before beginning her 'plan.' "His beauty is not all that is legendary. It is also his vow of chastity, his vow to remain a virgin until he is wedded that draws people to the challenge he unknowingly presents." Aragorn raised his head, finally interested in what Arwen had to say. "I want you to..." she trailed off trying to find the right words. "Change his mind."
"Change his mind?"
"Yes."
"Why does this concern you?"
"For I know it is nearly impossible and you shall lose."
"And what would I lose?"
"Your horse."
"Hasufel? My prized stallion." She nodded. "And what if I do the impossible and win?"
"If you do win. then you shall have the one thing you desire but could never have."
"And what is that?"
She flicked back her long, raven-coloured hair. "Me."
"What?" he continued, amused.
"I am the one person you can't have and it kills you."
Aragorn chuckled softly running a hand down her face. "I could have you if I wanted." He couldn't deny that there had been more the one occasion when he thought of the attractive Evenstar as more then a sister.
Arwen smirked. "We shall see won't we? So is the deal on or off?"
The young man looked thoughtfully as his foster sister before trailing his sights back on the picture he still clutched in one hand. "On." He finally replied.
"Good." Then without another word Arwen turned and silently left the room.
Aragorn traced a finger along the sketched jaw line of the stunning prince. "You shall be my greatest victory."
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Now I don't know if it has been done before but I haven't come across a Cruel Intention inspired LOTR type fanfic thingy. ANYWAY thanks to my awesome beta-reader once again!! Hope you enjoyed! Read & Review!! ^-^ Cheers!!
Note: The story is based loosely on 'Cruel Intentions' I won't be doing it exactly like the movie. And if you haven't figured it out yet it's an AU. =) Hope you enjoy! Updates for other fics are coming!!
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Aragorn did not seem very bothered to see Arwen sprawled seductively across his bed upon his return from a rather successful hunting trip with the twins. He looked at her, but his attention was soon distracted by his need to wash off the dirt and blood that clung to him like a second skin. So instead of walking towards the beautiful Evenstar, he walked passed her, heading to bowl of fresh, clean water. Obviously Arwen was insulted, but she said nothing. As an alternative, she propped her head up with a hand and rested the weight on her elbow.
"Where have you been?"
In response, Aragorn took of his filthy tunic. Arwen chewed on her bottom lip as her eyes roamed appreciatively all over the well-toned and tanned torso of her foster brother. Aragorn smirked. He had his back turned to her so she could not see him. He could feel her eyes on him, wanting, him but he would act as the stupid human a part he played so well after all, practice does make perfect. He picked up a nearby cloth and dipped it into the water before running it across his neck, letting the water run down his back and chest. Relaxed, Aragorn turned to face Arwen, who quickly covered up her desire for the young man, but she was too slow. Aragorn saw the lust burning in her eyes. He smiled again, more genuine but equally insincere as the first.
"You do not need to know." He replied simply and laughed mentally at the fury that rippled the normally passive face of his sister. "Why are you here?"
Regaining her composure, she gracefully rolled off the bed and glided towards Aragorn, smiling as sweetly as she could. "The same reason as all of my previous visits."
Aragorn raised an unconcerned eyebrow. "Remind me."
Arwen's smile shrank slightly, but she recovered quickly. Saying nothing, she signaled with her eyes to a piece of paper that lay folded sticking out slightly from its place on her 'chest.' Aragorn followed her gaze to Arwen's well-developed assets. His eyes flickered back to the elf maiden, whom's stare seemed to dare Aragorn to take it. Not one to back out from such challenges, Aragorn reached out and plucked the paper with no contact whatsoever, much to the disappointment of Arwen.
"What is this?" Aragorn questioned as he began to unfold the paper, still distinctively warm.
"A proposition, dear brother."
Aragorn looked up while his fingers continued to work at opening the article in his hands. "Proposition?"
"Yes, a bet." Aragorn didn't look to concerned before looking down at the document his fingers finally unfolded, he mentally gasped as he stared at the drawing of an elf. Arwen smirked as she so the silent shock of the normally unaffected Aragorn. "Beautiful is he not?"
"Who is he?" his gaze still on the realistic sketch.
"Surely you have heard of the Royal Prince of Mirkwood, youngest son of King Thranduil."
"Prince Legolas?"
"The one and only."
"So it is true."
"What is?"
"His beauty surpasses that of even the Evenstar."
Arwen narrowed her eyes, unsure if Aragorn spoke the truth or was merely jesting with her like he always did. Yes, the prince was beautiful but more beautiful then herself? Impossible. So in reply Arwen snorted scornfully -rather un-lady like for the normally well-mannered elf maiden-. Aragorn didn't even bother to look up.
"So do you want to hear out my idea or not?" No answer. "Or should I take my business else where?" Still nothing. Annoyed, Arwen reached out for the picture but Aragorn pulled back with reflexes that one would think only an elf possessed.
"No, I shall hear you out."
Arwen smiled. "Good." She took a deep breath before beginning her 'plan.' "His beauty is not all that is legendary. It is also his vow of chastity, his vow to remain a virgin until he is wedded that draws people to the challenge he unknowingly presents." Aragorn raised his head, finally interested in what Arwen had to say. "I want you to..." she trailed off trying to find the right words. "Change his mind."
"Change his mind?"
"Yes."
"Why does this concern you?"
"For I know it is nearly impossible and you shall lose."
"And what would I lose?"
"Your horse."
"Hasufel? My prized stallion." She nodded. "And what if I do the impossible and win?"
"If you do win. then you shall have the one thing you desire but could never have."
"And what is that?"
She flicked back her long, raven-coloured hair. "Me."
"What?" he continued, amused.
"I am the one person you can't have and it kills you."
Aragorn chuckled softly running a hand down her face. "I could have you if I wanted." He couldn't deny that there had been more the one occasion when he thought of the attractive Evenstar as more then a sister.
Arwen smirked. "We shall see won't we? So is the deal on or off?"
The young man looked thoughtfully as his foster sister before trailing his sights back on the picture he still clutched in one hand. "On." He finally replied.
"Good." Then without another word Arwen turned and silently left the room.
Aragorn traced a finger along the sketched jaw line of the stunning prince. "You shall be my greatest victory."
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Now I don't know if it has been done before but I haven't come across a Cruel Intention inspired LOTR type fanfic thingy. ANYWAY thanks to my awesome beta-reader once again!! Hope you enjoyed! Read & Review!! ^-^ Cheers!!