10. Deep Love Inside
"Estel, give me another one!"
Aragorn laughed and Arwen turned to fix her sapphire eyes on him, one hand in their lunch basket, and the other wiping his hair out of his hot but grinning face. "Please…" She pouted her pink lips and immediately his resistance weakened and he glanced away, determinedly trying not to be persuaded.
"Meleth, you've already had two."
Despite that fact Arwen saw him take a cool jar out and cup it in his hands. He stared at its top furiously. "You shouldn't have more." There was a short silence around them with a background of the tweeting of birds flying over the azure lagoon.
"Estel…" her soft voice immediately changed Aragorn and his grey eyes flickered up to hers. Arwen smiled, partly because she wanted to reassure him, but also because she thought it was so cute he found most things about her dangerously seductive. "Please…" She drew in his gaze and he followed hungrily. "I have to."
Aragorn frowned. "It is only yoghurt, Arwen. Okay, it costs a lot, but still… are you all right?" He observed her as if she might have some kind of illness.
Arwen giggled at the concern in his eyes and turned the teaspoon over in her fingers. "Estel, it's just a craving. I happen to have one right now… because I'm pregnant." She rested her free hand on her large stomach and Aragorn sighed, seeing he had lost. As Arwen leant forward to reach the white jar in his outstretched hand she grinned and saw the sparkle of mischief lingering in his eyes.
"It is true," she exclaimed, and Aragorn fell backwards, helpless with amusement. Arwen quickly unscrewed the lid of the small jar and instantaneously plunged the spoon in, letting the sweet smell waft up around her. Then hurriedly she took a mouthful, the wonderful flavour subtly overpowering her taste-buds, and then it slid softly down her yearning throat. And by that time, she already had another heaped spoonful to her lips.
"Hey!" Aragorn called, watching her carefully, "You don't need to be afraid I'll take it back from you!"
But Arwen just smiled and swallowed down the thick liquid. It seemed to her that as soon as she had some in her mouth, something was urging her to swallow it, and then she had to have more on her tongue again. By the time her jar was scooped, scraped and wiped empty, Aragorn had only taken two mouthfuls of shortbread, and he was still crunching the second. Without second thought immediately as she finished, Arwen put the jar on the picnic cloth and let go of her slippery spoon. Her eyes swung up to fix on Aragorn.
"I have another craving, Estel," she whispered, letting her cool voice wash up, over, around and through him. A gulp travelled down his throat.
"It had better not be peanuts, meleth. Peanuts are really expensive and hard to get."
She replied calmly, "This is worth so much, but it is very easy for me to get…" She gave him a meaningful look. "Don't tell anyone, Estel." Her eyes fell down to her bump and she flattened her dress over it.
"Come here," she whispered suddenly. Arwen's heartbeat increased as she heard him crawl over. "Closer…" she ushered, and she only looked up once she had felt him brush against her knee.
"Estel…" she breathed, her eyes trying to take in all the beautiful aspects of his face at once. She glanced a little longer at his mouth than anything else. Then silently she placed a hand on his bare chest below his neck, and sensed Aragorn's stare grow more concentrated. He gently tucked a wave of her dark hair behind her left ear, and Arwen shivered, even though it was a golden-hot September's day. As he smiled at her lovingly she found herself moving closer to him, unstoppable. His eyes met with hers.
"What is it meleth?" he quietly asked her. Arwen took a shaky breath, once more her eyes skipping over the desirable dips and curves of his face. And as she saw his lips she simply whispered "You."
Arwen delicately closed her eyes, and moved forward slowly. Her lips lightly touched with his and then she pressed them harder, Aragorn not giving any resistance to her whatsoever. She kissed him softly and tenderly, letting their warmth mingle together and showing him her affection.
When she ran out of breath she smoothly took her lips away and quickly began to breathe again, her chest heaving heavily but without a sound. She saw Aragorn open his eyes slowly, and then Arwen leant against his chest as if just one kiss had taken all her energy. Two arms folded round her back and she really felt that this was her home – lying here in Aragorn's arms.
After she finally broke away and sat up, Arwen found that Aragorn had been discreetly plaiting her hair when she had cuddled up to him. She smiled briefly and he caught her glance, holding it, which spoke more than words could ever mean. He pierced her so easily with his love and reassurance that a few seconds passed and then Arwen could not bear it any more, and let a sigh escape her lips as she turned away.
After a moment Aragorn shifted back to where he had been and she too turned her thoughts away after their little romantic kiss. There was something that had been niggling at the back of her mind for some time now, and Aragorn deserved to hear it. She couldn't bear to keep it hidden inside the even the tiniest bit longer, a horrible sick feeling creeping throughout her. And Aragorn was being so sweet – he always was; he ought to know what she was thinking, even if it was a little daft.
In frustration she picked up a cake and began chewing it viciously with her teeth. It was just so difficult – all of it. How to start it, as one. For another, what if he thought she just being silly. She probably was. But the so many 'ifs' and 'thens' were irritating her conscience and she really did not like it. It was so unfair.
Arwen suddenly realised she had no more cake in her hands. She had eaten it all and she didn't even know what it had been, tastelessly passing through her mouth. There was no trace left now, and she supposed she would never know, even though normally she definitely would. Just like if she didn't tell Aragorn. She always did. How hurt he would be if he found out she had not told him. She prayed to Valar that he couldn't sense something was wrong.
"Why are you upset, Arwen?" he asked her suddenly, but ever so softly. "I haven't done anything wrong, have I?"
Arwen cringed, grabbing the empty jar and spoon and scraping it just for something to do. She wished he did not always blame himself – it hurt so bad; and it was all her fault. And she was being ridiculous about thinking this.
"No, of course not. You're perfect. It's just…" she sighed "Estel, it was not even two years since our wedding and-" she took a heavy breath, everything she saw swimming in and out of focus. "and, and… … you got me pregnant." Arwen blushed and stared down at the white jar. She did not want Aragorn to meet her eyes.
"Oh, I like that!" he laughed. "Suddenly it is all me. I got you pregnant." Arwen heard him chuckling to himself.
"I am glad it was you who did, Estel," she answered back, and he fell silent. Arwen sighed. "That was not the important bit."
This was getting harder by the second. "Most- most girls don't get … pregnant, till after about four years."
"Unless there is a king who is mad for an heir; then it's less than one," Aragorn joked. He clearly didn't like her being upset.
"Estel, won't people notice? Won't they think it's… not right that it is so early?"
"Arwen."
She fiddled with the spoon pointlessly, wishing she wasn't here.
"Arwen, you are pregnant because of our love. I love you so much, and you know that." He moved up behind her and slid his arms around her waist, resting his hands together on her belly. Arwen looked at them, but still fingered the spoon ceaselessly.
"Arwen, everyone knows. Everyone knows that our love is… special." He drew her hair off her neck and advanced onto her bare skin, his hot breath running down and scorching the white surface. A little gasp escaped from her and she leant back into his arms, her body now not tense but quite the opposite. She closed eyes and all she thought about were the gentle kisses he was planting down her neck and onto her chest, his breath tickling her sensitively.
"Arwen; look at me." She moaned in a negative reply, shifting closer to his mouth and desiring him to continue. She refused, but when he ran a finger over her cheek, her eyes snapped opened immediately. He turned her head slowly and easily found her eyes. He gazed at her with such passion that tears began to blur her vision and yet a smile played on her lips. Aragorn rubbed a thumb over each of her eyelids in turn and down her blocked nose.
"Don't worry, meleth nín. Nobody will know how often we make love, but they do know how much… I love you." He whispered the last phrase breathlessly and Arwen smiled, having been touched.
"I love you too, Estel. You can always show me what's right…" She stroked his jawbone, feeling the warmth of his cheek cushion her fingers. "But I really do love you." She glanced up and his broad smile reached to his eyes. He carefully smoothed her hair off her forehead and then pressed his lips there, making Arwen giggle from the sensation. She pulled away and Aragorn edged back in order to place a juicy red strawberry in his mouth.
Arwen immediately dropped her spoon and simultaneously knocked over the jar. In an almost clumsy way she leant over to reach the basket, her round tummy pressing against the ground as her fingers searched for another jar of yoghurt. Aragorn laughed as she sat quickly backwards with an already opened jar clasped in her hands, and Arwen noticed that he had not gone as far back as to where he had been sitting previously. Her heart gave a small burst of joy and she wondered if he had some devious little plan to put into play before he had to leave for the afternoon.
"Arwen, you really will get fat!" Aragorn said, a huge grin on his face. Arwen glanced up with a naughty glint in her eyes, before eating another spoonful.
"I am already fat, Aragorn." She could tell the effect her voice was having on him. "And I don't care about afterwards," she added. "Elves don't get fat and anyway I'm absolutely starving." Even though she had eaten plenty enough. Aragorn laughed again and before he knew it she had demolished the yoghurt so fast that even she could not believe it.
But just before Arwen could look for another one Aragorn's voice spoke out, with a tone of sadness in it.
"I have something I think you should know, Undómiel." She turned and saw that he was watching her with grief written all over his face. "It is to do with the strange channel of water in the east." Arwen swallowed to try to get rid of this unnerving feeling which had suddenly arisen.
Aragorn sighed. "I was in court yesterday-"
"Why didn't you tell me last night?" Arwen interrupted. Aragorn glanced at her in surprise.
"Well, I'm sorry," he said finally. "I was so tired last night." He still looked at her strangely and suddenly Arwen felt bad.
"I am so sorry Aragorn, I didn't mean-"
"Don't worry." He smiled at her kindly but she still believed that she had been unfair.
"Estel, I-" She made to move over to him, but Aragorn put out a hand to stop her. "Shh…"
Arwen still tried to crawl towards him but somehow Aragorn's hand missed her arm and instead it fell on her large tummy. Suddenly he went all shy and drew away, making Arwen smile inside. "Sorry," he whispered. Arwen shook her head. "No, I am sorry, Estel." She watched his cheeks redden and he exhaled noisily. "So…"
He continued from where they had left off. "Okay, we were having a short break in the afternoon, when I heard two of Faramir's messenger's talking together. I- I couldn't help overhearing them – it was something strange I hadn't known before. They were pleased to tell me, but I just wish it wasn't such… I suppose you could call it bad news."
Aragorn had a short rest and spared a glance at Arwen. She felt rather scared and yet she didn't know why. She rubbed her sore throat and tried not to look at him. Aragorn took a breath and then went straight to the point.
"Arwen, someone has gone missing."
In alarm she turned and forlornly met his eyes. "Who?" she asked hoarsely, "When? Where?"
Aragorn sighed and sadly turned away. "Almost two weeks ago, in one of our camps on the shore of the large river. He vanished completely. At dawn Faramir found that he had gone." Arwen was suddenly aware of her strong heart beat. "It was Beregond, Arwen."
She felt her face go deadly pale. "But, surely he told someone before he left? His wife, or hisson Bergil? Or even a friend there in the camp?" Aragorn shook his head.
"Meleth, absolutely nobody knows why. He disappeared in the night and in the morning Faramir himself searched the land all around. There is no trace."
Arwen turned away and looked down, her ebony hair falling forward to hide her face, as if these thoughts were too heavy for her to bear. He was so loyal, he could only have been kidnapped, and by whoever it was who had great stealth and cunning, or was just very light and careful naturally.
But the idea of being taken hostage like that began to frighten her more and more. She wondered whether he was alive and suddenly tears stung her eyes. Beregond had been a really nice man; she had met him quite a few times when the Gondorian army had come back to its city. How could anyone do this to someone as pleasant as him? And was nowhere safe now in the realm of Gondor from these people more silent than shadows? She had thought it to be such a blissful place.
Silently a trickle ran down her face and Arwen did not even have the strength enough to wipe it away. But there was something else, something which haunted her more than anything else in the whole world. If someone wanted their way, and wanted Aragorn to do something about it, somebody else would be taken to blackmail him. After Aragorn and Faramir, Beregond was highest and had already been targeted and stolen. They would not bother with Éowyn – she wasn't even close to the King or important enough to be taken.
But she was. She, Arwen Undómiel wife of the King, she would be taken away. She would be next.
"Arwen?" Aragorn's soft voice called her. She didn't move. "Are you okay?"
Suddenly she could hold it all in no longer and she broke down, bursting into hundreds of hot tears streaming down over her damp cheeks. She was trembling, shivering and shaking unstoppably, and her breathing was all mixed up and jumpy, her eyelids pressed close but with leaks squirming out the corners and pouring down into her open hands lying limply in her lap. Aragorn cried out and ran over, falling to the ground behind her and pulling her gently into his warm hold. It just made her cry even more, to think that she might loose him forever, or more that he would loose her.
Aragorn took her damp hair off her sticky face, and she moaned and feebly tried to pull away. But he laid her back against his chest and tried to soothe his Queen until she was calm again. Her tears kept falling and her sobs were so deep and heartfelt that he just ended up slowly rocking her in his arms like a little baby, whispering in her ear and pleading for her to stop.
Arwen knew she was tearing his soul when he was seeing her like this, but it was so hard for her to stop, so hard for her to forget. Only eventually did Aragorn make her quiet and breathing regularly again by lovingly rubbing her round tummy, at last able to find a way to reach out and dry her tears. She felt so exhausted now, she could only close her eyes and concentrate on the hypnotising motion of his tender hands on her belly.
After a while Arwen turned her head to look up at his face, feeling him lift his chin off her head. She was surprised to find that his eyes were thickly clouded and shiny.
"Why are there tears in your eyes, Estel?" she asked him softly. He smiled and nuzzled his lips against her cheek but Arwen could feel his concern in the way he moved about her.
"It was horrible for me to see you like that, Arwen," he whispered, his warm breath suddenly very comforting to her. She moved a little with the motion of his hands, showing her profound pleasure in it. Aragorn took her lustful hint and massaged her sensitive bump with more feeling. With the release she sighed and sensed all her fear flow away, closing her eyes and letting their special peace take over her.
"You're safe in Minas Tirith," Aragorn murmured, stirring her thoughts. She had an inkling he was saying 'you' collectively, for everyone, but she couldn't help think of herself too; and he was right, she was safe in the city. And she was with him.
"Arwen, I would do anything for you," he whispered, his serious voice moving her forcefully. She stared at her bump and replied "I would do anything for you too Estel." Smiling she snuggled further into his close embrace and felt his fingers rub her swollen tummy with even more love in his action.
It rather made her jump when he gave her an unexpected reply. "You have already given me everything," he breathed, a flirtatious mood shimmering through his voice. Arwen gasped in shock and his intense words brought his passionate touches on her body to sensational life. His love seemed to be pouring into her body from everywhere he held her, filling her with his desire for her and bringing on her own, sending tingling butterflies to her stomach. She wanted to show him what she could do, give him even more than what she had already given. Now her soul was burning and her body was aching she could not hold back. How she wanted to give him such a deep kiss to illustrate beautifully her innermost feelings.
But as she licked her mouth she realised it was very dry and calling out for fresh water. She had probably cried bucketfuls of tears. Quietly she said to Aragorn, her voice positively quivering with emotion, "Estel; please may I have some water?"
She felt his smile against her face, but as if that wasn't enough in answer, he gave her a very meaningful kiss on her cheek which could have sent off sparks. It was so powerful that amid her sudden blush Arwen was sure there were going to be marks left there for the rest of her life. Aragorn took one hand away to reach for the large terracotta jug that was keeping cold in the shade.
Unfortunately, although Aragorn did not really seem to think so, he couldn't quite grasp it and so he had to lean to the side to get a grip on the handle. Arwen would have been tipped off if he hadn't held her on his lap with his hand pressing firmly on her warm tummy. She felt herself redden even more from it and was very near to going all giggly like she usually would.
The sound of the water clamouring to be the first to rush into her glass was music to her ears and she watched the clear liquid with more thirsty desire than she had ever known. Well, for water anyway. Once Aragorn finished he put the jug carefully down and then picked up her glass, soon resting it gently on her large stomach. Immediately it tickled and with a seductive smile she took it from his hand, her fingers closing the wonderfully icy glass.
She crawled slowly off his lap, with the help of Aragorn shifting backwards, so that she could kneel and watch him while she drank. As she raised her glass she found his hungry stare seeping through her eyes and into her own heart. Keeping eye-contact she pressed the brim to her lips and tipped the glistening end up, the sought-after water dribbling down and running into her mouth. The release was incredible, the power of the freezing liquid flowing over her tongue and washing through her body. But there may also have been something in Aragorn's glance which made her breathe with joy.
She took the glass away from her lips and actually saw the process of Aragorn melting before her. His eyes softened and his lips parted.
"Don't do this to me," he whimpered, and for a second Arwen thought of her tears of fright just earlier. But then she noticed that now Aragorn was not looking at her eyes. He was looking at her lips. Her full, succulent lips which she knew immediately had been chilled by the cool water, and were probably now a pale pink-purple tone.
She slowly drank a few more mouthfuls letting the cold liquid merge into her lips, whilst a tiny drop escaped and pooled on their soft surface. Then she lowered the glass and held it by her waist, meeting Aragorn's eyes in a seducing manner. She gently pushed out her iced-up lips, making them look far more generous than any pout could, and she could feel they were screaming to him to be kissed. She parted them slightly and lowered her head a little, still holding their gaze strong and always more intense. Her elven power could keep it for longer than he could bear; but only just.
"Meleth, I think I might have to…" Aragorn trailed off and never finished his sentence. He leant forward and delicately tipped her chin up. Immediately Arwen fell to his touch. His absolutely stunningly gorgeous face was now only a few centimetres away from her, his soft grey eyes dancing with hers. Then Arwen slowly felt her eyelids close as if lulled to sleep by his charm and her jaw dropped open. Aragorn's hot lips pressed against her own icy ones, warming them appealingly. As his tongue slid inside her mouth her heart jumped up from the elated ecstatic feeling.
She let him do whatever he desired to her, massaging her tenderly and arousingly, so precious and wonderful it overpowered her easily, confusing even her strong elven senses. He drew her on with the utmost longing, caressing her tongue as she lay to his will, his soothing loving cleansing even her soul. And as he tried to draw away she pulled him closer, keeping his mouth locked with hers, her sweetness and innocence stolen, just as the traces of yoghurt were from her lips, all in his subtle but sweeping passion.
At last when he broke away Arwen stayed transfixed as he had left her, only her eyes opening to show her desperate yearning deeper than the far bed of the great sea. Her mind was spinning as she watched him lean back tiredly on his arms, sweating from the height of his adoration for her. Arwen breathed out and glanced away, finally realising her chest was inflating and deflating very quickly.
She gradually drank the rest of the water, her also sweaty hand around a much warmer glass. Even the pure water could not wash away the delightful taste of Aragorn in her mouth, still tingling her lips, still searching her mouth, still stroking her tongue… she dropped her glass and closed her eyes as she relived the vivid sensation of his overwhelming kiss.
When she opened them again Arwen saw Aragorn lie down slowly at arms reach from the rug, his grey eyes squinting in the midday sun. A soft smile was playing on his flushed lips, and she laughed under her breath and crawled over to him before climbing astride his waist. She straddled him with her legs on either side and rested her round stomach pointedly on his chest. It was clearly not what Aragorn had expected. He blinked and fixed his eyes up at her face.
"You're heavy," he murmured, shifting himself a little under her weight. Arwen could not help but smile. She settled herself more comfortably and smoothed down her dress over her bump.
"Of course I am, Estel," she whispered back, whilst playfully toying with his brown locks of hair. "And before you say it, I am also fat." She focused sharply on his eyes, but Aragorn grinned, showing his teeth, clearly trying not to laugh. Arwen relaxed, desperately hiding her sudden passionate burst inside for him. Shaking slightly, she ran a finger down the side of his cheek.
"Arwen…!" he hissed, urging her to stop. When she did he looked up into her eyes. Her heart gave another jump. "But you are still beautiful." A rush of pride surged through her body and she edged a tiny bit nearer.
"How?" she stuttered, the only word that she could let out of her lips with the knowledge it would come out right. Aragorn grinned again, reaching up a hand which Arwen immediately clasped in hers. His glance side-tracked to their interlocked fingers and a puzzled expression passed over his face. But it was gone so fast Arwen wondered if it had actually been there. She flicked her eyes in a triangle down his face and then forced them back up.
Aragorn took a breath. "You are more beautiful, Arwen nín," he said, and she felt herself look at him strangely. In answer he replied to her, but very quietly, "because there is more of you."
Arwen chewed her lip, trying not to smile. She saw the waves of affection rippling in his eyes and she felt her own return his call. She broke her hand away and stroked his silky hair again on the grass. When she turned her gaze back to his face, she saw that his centre of attention had dropped down below her eyes. It wasn't even pinpointed on her lips. In fact she knew very obviously he was staring at her cleavage.
Immediately Arwen blushed and glanced away, her cheeks burning on fire. She couldn't help it when he did that. Usually he turned away after a few seconds and then he was the one to go all shy and coy. She guessed Aragorn had meant more when he said "more" than had first met her eye. Arwen looked back at his eyes, but still they were fixed on her breasts. She smiled seductively as she felt her body become very self-conscious, but Aragorn did not see again.
Now Arwen felt like laughing but she decided not to disturb his… pleasure. So she just sighed heavily, her chest rising and falling in a very implying way. Aragorn's lips parted in sheer adoration and he swallowed as his gaze grew even more intent. Arwen sensed her body reacting even before she asked it to: she puffed out her chest coming closer to his eyes, and leant forward a little more. Aragorn gasped in disbelief and the pupils of his eyes dilated in and out. Arwen then instinctively licked her lips to make them more obvious to him.
"Estel, you never have to hold back with me," she spoke softly. Aragorn's eyes fled to her face, full of fear and clearly ashamed that Arwen had seen him doing what he had been doing.
"Shhh…" she whispered smiling at him reassuringly, and carefully she took his hand and brought it upwards. Then, as she closed her eyes, she pressed his fingers on her especially plump cleavage and felt his warm fingertips touch her gently. This sent Arwen's heart racing again, her being tender and rather sensitive there. And when she let go of his hand, he still held it to that spot. Gradually she felt him press more firmly, and lusting more of his love she fell forward again, and his touch deepened. Arwen sighed shakily and opened her eyes, immediately falling into his. He tipped his head to the side and smiled a dazzling smile at Arwen which almost made her choke from the sudden intimacy. And now she found she couldn't tear her eyes away from his gorgeous face.
Then she felt Aragorn's touch on her cleavage relax, and before she had time to work out why he was slipping his fingers over her dress and running them down her body. She ached from wanting to shiver but she was frozen under his spell; and so she just let him trickle his fingertips down her chest in that extremely close way which made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. He gently stroked her bloated stomach and Arwen saw his gaze watch her affectionately.
It was suddenly difficult to remember to breathe when he was giving her such a ticklish sensation. As he traced wavy paths all over her tummy she knew he was stirring her emotions, pulling her love towards him. He held her eyes so strongly that suddenly she could not bear it any longer and she broke their eye contact and looked downwards. Breathing heavily she watched as Aragorn drew circles with his fingertip, a large one right round her belly and then he swooped in to make a tiny one around her bellybutton. Arwen could feel his soul calling to hers through his touch even before his soft voice called her name.
Trembling she moved from her big stomach to his eyes. They literally took her breath away, let alone her heart. Ever so slowly she felt herself being pulled in, rolling forward on her round belly, love pouring from her into his twinkling eyes. As she passed his rough chin her eyelids brushed close and her lips swept over his.
She sank into heaven, his gentle lips closing in around hers and tempting her even further, drawing her in more, enveloping her softly, pulling her faster to his heat, overpowering her completely and tenderly touching her soul… He still caressed her large stomach where she was not pressed to him, so sweet and so loving… what more could she ask for than for him to reach out to the flower of their very love? … what more could she feel than her pure love for him, held in his caring arms and wrapped in his beautiful passion…
Suddenly Arwen felt something move inside her, something which made her fiercely pumping heart almost stop altogether. She gasped into Aragorn's seductive mouth, for a moment filled with shock and surprise. It was so unnerving that it confused her, and when she focused inside of herself nothing leapt up apart from her fervent heart. There was nothing, nothing at all.
Aragorn sensed her change and he slowly parted his lips from hers. Arwen opened her eyes and found his pools of concern watching her carefully and full of love. She sighed from the obsession to have him that close again; but she was wondering, wondering, wondering whether possibly, maybe…
She sat up gradually again, Aragorn's hand falling from her belly. Her blue eyes flickered from there back up to his face. He was already melting her by his beautiful look calling out to her.
"Estel…" she whispered, her hands searching for his. He gazed at her questioningly. "Don't stop…" she breathed, placing his fingers lightly on her round stomach again. She saw his eyes fall down to where it rested on his chest, and then he slowly began to trace his fingertips over her again. Arwen shivered and then she sensed his eyes open irresistibly up to her. Falling forward, he caught her on his hot lips and all she felt was Aragorn, him and their fiery passion.
She loved him so much, every single thing – the scent of his silky hair as her fingers ran arduously through it, the warmth of his strong muscled body which would always protect her, the caring touches which his fingertips pressed all over her body's alluring curves, the soft tender sensation of his lips pressed to hers and his kiss jumping deep inside her, far into her soul where their love was pure and everlasting and her heart was bursting full of passion for him… Aragorn… ESTEL…
And there it was again.
Wrapped up so deeply in their love-locked dream together, Arwen managed to continue succumbing to Aragorn's kissing with great ease. But inside her, she had felt something, something small and precious, and it had leapt in her tummy…
"Estel…" she panted. As he claimed her lips as his own for the uncountable time Arwen's heart gave another impel of love and she sensed the movement inside her once more. Still giving every single ounce of her brilliant emotions to Aragorn she reached for his hand on her round stomach. His fingers were giving her incredible sensations and the more Arwen fell in love with Aragorn, the more love he was able to give as his kiss enveloped far more than her mouth and lips.
But Aragorn still continued to run his fingers over her tummy, and as the gesture became more intense, the elation shone inside and Arwen felt something jump within. So overwhelmed by this and Aragorn, she discovered his fingertips, and with one final, unbelievably avid kiss, where she searched and massaged his mouth and licked his lips, she ever so gently broke away. From this last kiss of love the movement inside her did not stop, but leapt again and again, faster and faster, more and more rapidly and ecstatically.
Gasping for breath and her blue crystalline eyes dancing with excitement, Arwen gazed into Aragorn's misty grey eyes and felt her soul slide inside to his heart and his soul and his love so naturally and as she was so accustomed to doing. Fumbling and trembling madly, she squeezed his fingers and gradually brought them over her bloated tummy, taking them round to where she felt the ceaseless movement inside, something she would never ever let escape her memory.
Then Arwen pressed his fingers firmly to her skin, and inhaled profoundly as she showed Aragorn the tiny leaping underneath. She watched him as he looked down inquisitively to where together they touched her round belly, and then as they felt the movement inside her his eyes widened and they fled to hers.
"Arwen…! Surely… no!"
She shivered as it shifted continuously within her. "Yes, Aragorn!" she whispered breathlessly. Irresistibly she leant in closer and his hand cupped tenderly round hers and the special place on her tummy.
"Estel, it's our baby!"
A radiant smile lit up Arwen's face and shimmering tears of delight filled her eyes. As the knowledge of what Aragorn was sensing underneath Arwen's skin sank into him, he gazed at her fair face. And then the look he gave her was one so sweet, so adoring, his eyes melting from the pure sight of her and his heart rushing to her with the one wish to give her the love of his soul.
Then quick as lightning he brought her down into one fierce kiss, his passion for Arwen exploding through her body. His love shot along her veins, through her blood, and she felt on fire. His kiss blew her mind, it blasted right to her fingertips where they met with Aragorn's, and she had never felt so bonded with him before. And she had never loved it so much.
Yet the unbelievable love she was filled with was not just Aragorn's love for her.
It was her never-ending love for Aragorn, and it was he who had caused her all this brilliant happiness which blossomed right inside her.