Authors note: Thanks so much for all your reviews, I really appreciate it.
I had a really bad day, so don't shoot me if this chapter isn't good. I
have decided to keep writing as long as I keep getting reviews ( Hope you
enjoy this little piece about Aragorn and Arwen…just to keep reminding
everyone there is no intent to slash (yuck!). Enjoy and please review!
The night in Rivendell grew cold and the mist from the waterfall let off a warm steam that floated up into the trees. The sounds were soft and comfortable, and Aragorn slept soundly for the first time in many nights. He had been exhausted, yet had longed not to sleep at all. He had never feared his dreams before, but after his recent experience he did. His body had not been in agreement with his mind in the rebellion of sleep though, and eventually he fell asleep. Aragorn's fears proved to be unfounded and his mind rested as he slept soundly. Most of the elves slept easily that night, safe within the borders of Imladris. In the great house of Elrond, every elf was asleep except for one. This elf had no intention of being in bed any times soon, there was a purpose to complete.
Black shod feet walked noiselessly in the ways of the elves. The feet made their way to Lord Elrond's room where Aragorn lay sleeping. Pale hands opened the door silently and a lithe body crept into the chamber. Dark eyes looked first to the sleeping future king, then around the room, noting that the curtains serving as doors to the balcony blew softly in the breeze. The elf made its way to Aragorn's bed and sat gently next to the blissful Heir. The elf leaned down and gently pushed a strand of hair from Aragorn's forehead.
"At last you sleep my love," the voice was soft and musical and belonged to Arwen. Unable to resist the urge, she bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips. Though the kiss was worth much, she regretted it when his eyes opened. Her worry melted when he smiled.
"Arwen…"
"Shh…I did not mean to wake you. Go back to sleep."
"You think your beauty gives you the right to tease me?" his voice was teasing itself and he eased himself into a sitting position. "If Elrond catches you here…"
"He will not," Arwen's response was said with a smile as she laid her finger on his lips.
"I shall be fed to the orcs, not you lovely lady."
"Never! You are far to important Estel!"
"So I've been told," his smile was impish and he ran his finger along her cheek- bone. "However, I am not yet important enough to marry the most beautiful elf in this cold world."
"Estel, I'm hurt! You want to marry Galadriel, my grandmother?" With that, both fell victim to silent laughter.
"Never my lady…never."
As the young lovers whispered their banter, only one overheard them. Legolas had been with Aragorn most of the day and they had shared stories of many adventures. Finally Aragorn had fallen asleep and Legolas was also more tired than he thought. He had told himself he would retire once he had looked at the magnificent view the balcony provided. Somehow he had never made it off the balcony and had awoken when he had heard someone moving about in the room. Leaping silently to his feet, the Prince had pulled his dagger and prepared to jump through the curtains. He was just ready to spring and attack when he had heard Arwen's soft words to the sleeping Aragorn. He stopped just short of bursting through the curtains and instead watched his friend as she kissed Aragorn.
Legolas knew it was wrong to listen to their conversation, but not only did he have no place to go, but he could not tear himself away. Their relationship intrigued Legolas and he wanted to know what drew Arwen to Aragorn. He could not help but smile at their playful conversation. He also could not help but be somewhat surprised at their intimacy, Aragorn touching Arwen's face, Arwen touching his hand.
"Come beloved, for I long to walk in the grass by our bridge." Aragorn was getting out of bed.
"No Estel!" Arwen hissed, grasping his arm. "You are far to weak!"
"I will be fine. I need a short walk. Come Arwen, I know my own limits," his voice was firm, but in no way harsh or belittling. Arwen stood and took his hand, smiling.
"I know you do," she said as she placed her other hand over his heart, her hand resting on his bare skin. Legolas noted that they seemed to glow and Aragorn seemed enchanted by her touch. Aragorn leaned forward slowly and kissed her, with passion and yet with a deep respect. The two of them left the room hand in hand, Arwen dressed in a flowing white dress, and Aragorn only in a pair of soft black pants.
Legolas turned to face the view again, his mind awash with the power in the relationship he had just witnessed. Soon enough, the unlikely lovers walked below the balcony, towards the stream. In the moonlight, Aragorn's wounds looked harsh and garish, but Arwen seemed not to notice. As they passed into the trees and out of sight, neither were aware they had been observed. Legolas knew that he should leave Aragorn's chambers now, before he returned, but he could not persuade himself to leave. He had to know if Aragorn would return alone.
Though the time seemed to pass slowly, it was not long until Legolas' keen eyesight picked out the two of them returning from the stream. They walked closely, but did not touch. Soon they passed underneath the balcony, meaning Aragorn would soon be returning. With almost no noise, the doors parted once more, and Legolas watched as Aragorn entered, followed by Arwen. Aragorn seemed tired and sat down a little to heavily, Arwen easing him to lie down.
"I suppose I did tire myself out some."
"Will you be all right?" Arwen touched his forehead with the back of her hand.
"Yes Arwen, I promise." With those words, she seemed relieved and he could not help but smile at her beauty. "You should sleep."
"As should you Estel." He nodded and lay back fully. Arwen covered him up and kissed him on the forehead. Aragorn tried to grasp her hand, but sleep was fast overtaking him.
"Arwen…"
"Yes?"
"…you are my beloved."
"And you are mine." With those final words, spoken with such an innocent truth and purity, she crept from the room, as silently as she had come. Legolas sat still as a boulder for a very long time, trying to absorb all he had just observed. He did not understand how it had happened, but now he understood something far greater. Aragorn loved Arwen and Arwen loved Aragorn.
The night in Rivendell grew cold and the mist from the waterfall let off a warm steam that floated up into the trees. The sounds were soft and comfortable, and Aragorn slept soundly for the first time in many nights. He had been exhausted, yet had longed not to sleep at all. He had never feared his dreams before, but after his recent experience he did. His body had not been in agreement with his mind in the rebellion of sleep though, and eventually he fell asleep. Aragorn's fears proved to be unfounded and his mind rested as he slept soundly. Most of the elves slept easily that night, safe within the borders of Imladris. In the great house of Elrond, every elf was asleep except for one. This elf had no intention of being in bed any times soon, there was a purpose to complete.
Black shod feet walked noiselessly in the ways of the elves. The feet made their way to Lord Elrond's room where Aragorn lay sleeping. Pale hands opened the door silently and a lithe body crept into the chamber. Dark eyes looked first to the sleeping future king, then around the room, noting that the curtains serving as doors to the balcony blew softly in the breeze. The elf made its way to Aragorn's bed and sat gently next to the blissful Heir. The elf leaned down and gently pushed a strand of hair from Aragorn's forehead.
"At last you sleep my love," the voice was soft and musical and belonged to Arwen. Unable to resist the urge, she bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips. Though the kiss was worth much, she regretted it when his eyes opened. Her worry melted when he smiled.
"Arwen…"
"Shh…I did not mean to wake you. Go back to sleep."
"You think your beauty gives you the right to tease me?" his voice was teasing itself and he eased himself into a sitting position. "If Elrond catches you here…"
"He will not," Arwen's response was said with a smile as she laid her finger on his lips.
"I shall be fed to the orcs, not you lovely lady."
"Never! You are far to important Estel!"
"So I've been told," his smile was impish and he ran his finger along her cheek- bone. "However, I am not yet important enough to marry the most beautiful elf in this cold world."
"Estel, I'm hurt! You want to marry Galadriel, my grandmother?" With that, both fell victim to silent laughter.
"Never my lady…never."
As the young lovers whispered their banter, only one overheard them. Legolas had been with Aragorn most of the day and they had shared stories of many adventures. Finally Aragorn had fallen asleep and Legolas was also more tired than he thought. He had told himself he would retire once he had looked at the magnificent view the balcony provided. Somehow he had never made it off the balcony and had awoken when he had heard someone moving about in the room. Leaping silently to his feet, the Prince had pulled his dagger and prepared to jump through the curtains. He was just ready to spring and attack when he had heard Arwen's soft words to the sleeping Aragorn. He stopped just short of bursting through the curtains and instead watched his friend as she kissed Aragorn.
Legolas knew it was wrong to listen to their conversation, but not only did he have no place to go, but he could not tear himself away. Their relationship intrigued Legolas and he wanted to know what drew Arwen to Aragorn. He could not help but smile at their playful conversation. He also could not help but be somewhat surprised at their intimacy, Aragorn touching Arwen's face, Arwen touching his hand.
"Come beloved, for I long to walk in the grass by our bridge." Aragorn was getting out of bed.
"No Estel!" Arwen hissed, grasping his arm. "You are far to weak!"
"I will be fine. I need a short walk. Come Arwen, I know my own limits," his voice was firm, but in no way harsh or belittling. Arwen stood and took his hand, smiling.
"I know you do," she said as she placed her other hand over his heart, her hand resting on his bare skin. Legolas noted that they seemed to glow and Aragorn seemed enchanted by her touch. Aragorn leaned forward slowly and kissed her, with passion and yet with a deep respect. The two of them left the room hand in hand, Arwen dressed in a flowing white dress, and Aragorn only in a pair of soft black pants.
Legolas turned to face the view again, his mind awash with the power in the relationship he had just witnessed. Soon enough, the unlikely lovers walked below the balcony, towards the stream. In the moonlight, Aragorn's wounds looked harsh and garish, but Arwen seemed not to notice. As they passed into the trees and out of sight, neither were aware they had been observed. Legolas knew that he should leave Aragorn's chambers now, before he returned, but he could not persuade himself to leave. He had to know if Aragorn would return alone.
Though the time seemed to pass slowly, it was not long until Legolas' keen eyesight picked out the two of them returning from the stream. They walked closely, but did not touch. Soon they passed underneath the balcony, meaning Aragorn would soon be returning. With almost no noise, the doors parted once more, and Legolas watched as Aragorn entered, followed by Arwen. Aragorn seemed tired and sat down a little to heavily, Arwen easing him to lie down.
"I suppose I did tire myself out some."
"Will you be all right?" Arwen touched his forehead with the back of her hand.
"Yes Arwen, I promise." With those words, she seemed relieved and he could not help but smile at her beauty. "You should sleep."
"As should you Estel." He nodded and lay back fully. Arwen covered him up and kissed him on the forehead. Aragorn tried to grasp her hand, but sleep was fast overtaking him.
"Arwen…"
"Yes?"
"…you are my beloved."
"And you are mine." With those final words, spoken with such an innocent truth and purity, she crept from the room, as silently as she had come. Legolas sat still as a boulder for a very long time, trying to absorb all he had just observed. He did not understand how it had happened, but now he understood something far greater. Aragorn loved Arwen and Arwen loved Aragorn.