Warning! Lemon in this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit. I only own the OC Liante.

At Gandalf's instruction, Liante returned to his room to get ready for the journey to catch up with the Company. The plan was for the Dwarves and Bilbo to wait in the mountains until Gandalf and Liante joined them, and then they continue their journey to the Lonely Mountain. But Liante had a feeling that the Dwarves, more specifically Thorin, wouldn't wait that long and move onwards anyway.

Liante was about to get changed into his armour when he sensed another presence in his room and turned to the open doorway to see Arwen standing there, dressed n nothing more than her nightdress with a thin, silk robe over it.

"You are leaving..." Arwen stated more than asked as liante went back to readying his stuff. He wouldn't need much, all he needed was his usual armour, sword and dagger.

"I have to catch up with the Dwarves." Liante explained as he made sure his weapons were in their sheaths. "I doubt the White Council will let the quest continue, believing it to be a risk in waking up Smaug or trying to kill him."

"And if you succeed?" Arwen asked as she entered after closing the door, walking over to sit on the bed, her eyes never once leaving him. "Will you come back?"

Liante paused in the midst of reaching for his armour, hesitating before he sighed and looked at her. "When the company no longer needs me, once the dragon is dead or banished from the Lonely Mountain... I must go to Mordor."

Arwen gasped, her eyes wide with fear at the mention of this. "Why? Why must you go to that accursed place?"

"To see if Sauron has returned." Liante said with a quiet voice, sitting beside her on the bed with a sigh. "Recent events have made me and Gandalf speculate Sauron is returning, or at the very least beginning to return. I have to go to Mordor."

Arwen stared into his eyes, seeing he was firm in his decision. Reluctantly, she nodded. She knew he could take care of himself, but that didn't stop her from worrying about him. "Promise you'll return to me." She whispered as she began leaning towards him, and he replicated the movement.

"I promise." He whispered, their lips an inch from each other before he pressed his lips against Arwen's, both lovers closing their eyes in delight at kissing once again.

Feeling a boldness enter her stomach, Arwen gently nudged Liante's lips open with hers, and slowly slipped her tongue into his mouth, tasting him as she felt his slick tongue. He stiffened for a fraction of a second, and then like a hound to the hunt he dove into the fray. He deepened the kiss, pushing his own tongue into her mouth, exploring her, tasting her, devouring her as his kiss grew hungry. He slid one hand to the back of her neck and the other slid up her arm, his touch burning her skin as he pulled her into him, pressing her body against his as he claimed her with that kiss.

And Arwen returned it in kind, winding her hands into his dark hair as she grabbed at the locks and pulled him down to her mouth. All she knew was a craving within her that led her movements, not conscious thought, more of a longing; the need to touch him, to keep his lips on hers, to have all of him around her, and to never let this moment end. She pulled away from his lips, making Liante gave a dark growl at the loss of contact. Arwen stood and he followed her, eyes watching her movements closely. Arwen smiled before she reached up and pushed the silk robe off her shoulders, leaving her in just her nightgown.

She leaned into him, bodies pressing together, and she felt him pressed against her navel. Arwen would have gasped at the reaction her body gave to his, instant and instinctive and primal, heat blossomed along her veins as a sense of dizziness and heavy headedness overcame her, a desire dawning in her, hunger like she had never known before. She became delirious as her arousal began to smother her, the waves building until she was oblivious to everything she did, the cacophony of emotions and a sense being overloaded in that one moment became a fraction too much for her to handle at once, and she moaned against the feeling, wanting to stay in this moment as she kissed her lover. But as the pressure grew, so did her body clench, and before she knew what she was doing, she bit his lip.

Liante hissed in a breath, pulling back ever so slightly, and stared down at her, frozen. And she looked up at him, unsure if she had unsettled him as she saw blood well up on his lower lip. They both waited in intense stillness as he flicked out his tongue and tasted his own blood.

Suddenly his eyes seemed to set on fire, a deep growl suddenly filling the room. Hands clenching upon his upper clothing and he ripped it off, throwing it aside. He lunged for her, crushing her against him as he wrapped his arms around her, and she realised that she was pressed against his bare, very sculpted chest.

Arwen gasped as she felt her whole body come alight with desire at his touch. And then the same breath was taken away from her as he claimed her mouth again with his, driving his tongue into her, so that all she could feel, all she could touch, all she could taste, all she could even comprehend was him. And she went along willingly, letting him drive her to the point of insanity with just his mere presence as he surrounded her.

Suddenly, she heard a rip and felt the cold against her bare flesh as her nightdress was torn away by his fingers. She shivered and pressed her bare, naked body against his, seeking his warmth and he hesitated now.

"What is wrong?" Liante asked, his voice hoarse almost to the point of an animalistic husk from his sudden exertion. "Are you unwilling? Arwen, if this is not want you want…"

"No, it's just..." Arwen took a breath. "This is new to me. I've never..."

"I know, I'll be gentle." He whispered soothingly in her ear and it did the job in comforting her, putting her at ease. She felt his face against the skin of her neck, his nose buried in her hair. And she heard him inhale her as he smelled her scent. His chest practically vibrated with a rumbling growl. "I can smell your desire," he growled at her, snapping his teeth by her ear. "You are ready for me…" he let the sentence hang, so she knew it was not a dictation. He was making it perfectly clear that he wanted this, but should she so desire he would stop.

But she didn't want it to stop.

Liante's hands roamed her body, enjoying the feeling as he gently cupped her breasts much to her pleasure as she softly moaned, feeling his thumbs pass over her nipples briefly. He ran his hands down her body until he reached her rear and he cupped her buttocks in his hands, making her gasp softly.

He clenched his hands, making Arwen moan, before he lifted her with his hands still clutching her rear and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, staring into his eyes as he carried her over to the bed and gently laid her down, and she watched his eyes feast upon her body. From her face to her toes he drank in every part of her, not letting himself miss one imperfection, not one mark, not one hair. But he noticed her gulp, how she fidgeted under his gaze, even when she blushed from the desire coursing through her.

"Arwen?" he asked her in a soft yet hoarse voice.

"I do not know what you think," she mumbled, fear fluttering in her chest as her mind conjured images of his rejection, or his scorn even now when she could see the want burning in his eyes as he stared at her.

"I think…" Liante began, knowing that he had to choose his words carefully in order to put her at ease. "That you are the most ravishing, most beautiful thing I have ever seen…"

"I… I've never… This is..." she didn't need to finish her somewhat embarrassing statement, when Liante leaned down, his thumb stroking her lips softly as he then traced the line of her jaw.

"I know," he couldn't help the smugness from entering his voice as he stared hungrily into her eyes. "That is what makes it special," he whispered. "You are all mine."

Arwen blushed, his hungry and reverent tone banishing her fear to the back of her mind as she focused solely on his eyes, heat pooling across her body, leaving a physical mark upon her as she seemed to glow from her desire.

Liante grinned wickedly at the sight before him as he climbed up and crawled over her, his broad back shadowing her beautiful form, his arms and legs imprisoning her beneath him. He leaned down and kissed her again, but this time allowed his lips to travel across hers, down the side of her jaw, following the path of her throat and across her breastbone. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he kissed every inch of her, even until he reached the inside of her wrist, lashing his tongue against the skin and then sucking in the flesh between his teeth as he kissed it. One hand trailed her body, gliding along the curves of her waist and then cupping her buttocks in his large rough hand, sliding up to her knee before he gently tickled his way back down the inside of her thigh and his fingers grazed her slickness between her legs.

He reared, growling so loudly it hummed in her ears and in the base of her spine. His eyes were alight with fire from his own arousal, a primal part of him reacting to her desire like a moth to a flame. But she saw him deny it; instead he wanted to explore, to play. He wanted to make this the best night of her life, he wanted this night to be one she'd never forget, a first time she'd always remember.

Liante gently brushed his fingers against her wet lower lips, and watched as she hissed and arched up, wanting more. He rubbed his hand against her, his palm working her over as he built a small rhythm that she followed dutifully, oblivious as she strained for the release her body craved. He flicked his thumb as he tried to explore every part of her desire, and caught her bud, watching in delight as she gasped and was almost brought to the edge. He did it again, revelling in the power he had over her, how she was helpless against him, completely under his control. The third time, he was rewarded with her core becoming even wetter for him, anticipating the climax to come.

Arwen saw him inhale sharply as he smelled the changes in her body. And it was as if his darker nature took complete control, and he was no longer able to control himself as he snarled, flashing his teeth and ripping away his pants with an impatient tug. He was naked before her, but Arwen had no time to take in the magnificent sight as he suddenly dove at her; his dark eyes wild.

He spread her legs and poised over her, but when she gasped he stopped for a moment, some rational side of his brain coming back to him. He shivered as he fought for control, poised just above her entrance. Knowing this would be painful for her; perhaps even down right torture if not handled correctly, he may very well end up hurting her. That thought alone was enough for him to steel his resolve and find some semblance of control. Once he was more controlled and wouldn't give into the desires he had, he then slowly eased into her, allowing her body to adjust as he filled her up to the brim.

Arwen squealed in pain, her body recoiling from the intrusion but was on fire at the same time. By the Valar, it hurt like hell, but she was begging for more, she could feel her climax was close, an ocean of things she had never felt before and couldn't even begin to comprehend just on the brink, yet the pain countered it and for a moment she didn't know which feeling was strongest inside of her.

Liante waited, hating the fact he caused her pain. Seeing his indecision, Arwen gently moved her hips, tilting them so that he slid in even deeper, causing her to whimper, but she placed a hand at the back of his neck and pulled him close to her, meeting her forehead to his in silent comfort both to him and to her as she began the rhythm, doing only what instinct demanded she do.

Taking that as his cue, Liante began to thrust into her, gently at first, but building up as he felt her walls tight around him, a perfect fit, fighting the edges of his sanity as he fought to not drive himself wild inside of her. As they worked, their pace began to pick up, becoming much more frantic, more animalistic, as they fought to reach the peak together.

All of a sudden, Arwen felt the waves come crashing around her as her climax hit. A tsunami of pleasure struck her with such force that she was left utterly speechless as she shook from the ferocity of it. She cried out, her nails digging into the skin of her partner as she was almost sent into oblivion.

He felt her walls tighten around him and felt her wash him in her waters as she flooded his every sense. He scented her climax, and the shackles that he had carefully placed around his self-control shattered in an instant, and his inner desires roared in a frenzy as it claimed his mind and body.

Quickly pulling out, he flipped the poor woman over onto her front, so that she lay on her stomach. He dove back in again, using his thighs to spread her, and as he entered all the way to the hilt, he got another moan and a whimper out of her, making him smile wickedly in satisfaction. He then began to move inside of her, pumping with a beastly ferocity, driving her mercilessly, his arms trapping her from either side as he held himself above her. As he drove against her sensitive walls, he heard her moan in ecstasy and pain and felt her tighten around him as her fluids threatened to drown him. He needed more, but he needed it now, he continued to drive himself, feeling his own climax coming fast.

With another snarl, he sat himself up and pulled her with him by the waist until she was sitting in his lap, almost limp against him, only holding onto him for dear life. He felt her nails dig into his skin and snickered with a devilish glee, the pain only pushing him further.

Suddenly he felt all of his muscles tighten and clench, quivering of their own accord as he reached the peak.

"You…" he panted a growl into her ear. "You… are… mine!"

He gave a hard thrust that his pelvis smacked her rear, which triggered Arwen's climax as she came at the same time as Liante did. He groaned in her ear as he held her close, pumping his seed into her.

They were left there panting, completely still as it all died down. For what seemed like an eternity, they sat together, allowing the storm they had created to calm around them and eventually die down.

They laid on the bed together, Liante wrapping his arms around Arwen and pulling her close as she placed her head against his chest.

"You're mine." He whispered in her ears.

"And you're mine." She whispered back.

And then they both lost consciousness.

Hours later, Liante finished getting dressed into his armour, having gotten a fresh set of clothes to wear underneath after he had ripped the last ones off during his time with Arwen. Speaking of the Elf...

He glanced back at the bed to see she laid in it, still naked, the bed covers covering her up. Her arm laid where he had been laying, but he had quietly slipped out and gotten into his armour and was now ready to go. He walked over and crouched down, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face as he watched her sleep.

"We'll meet again, my love." He whispered in Elvish, leaning forward and gently kissed her forehead. He stood and left the bedroom, quietly shutting the door. He took a deep breath before walking away, throwing his cloak hood up as he made his way to where Gandalf told him to meet him...

And that's it for this chapter.