(unfortunately I did not invent or own any of these characters they all
belong to J.R.R Tolkein so please don't sue me!)
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2 Love 'til The End Of Time
She felt the wind rush past her face and could feel it gently tugging at her hair. Faster, faster, she urged her horse forward. Today, as always she would beat her King and lover to the trees. When she reached the fringes of the forest she drew up the horse short and slipped from the saddle. Quietly and quickly she passed through the trees looking for somewhere new to hide. Three years they had been married and still they did not tire of their lovers games. She found what she was looking for; a low hanging willow and pulling aside the curtain of leaves she stepped inside. The air was cool and a slight breeze made the leaves around her rustle gently.
"Arwen, Arwen my Evenstar. Where are you hiding today?" she heard her husband calling. Then she heard the sound of his horses hooves stepping on the fallen leaves, the sound stopped. Gently he did as she had done but a moment earlier and pulled aside the leaves.
"There you are. You always beat me here, and yet I always find you quickly."
"Ah but my lord you have the eyes of a Ranger and I have the speed of an Elven Maiden."
"True." he whispered as he slipped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her towards him. Softly he kissed her lips and taking his face in her hands she began to return his kiss but harder. She ran her hands through his long, raven hair. She could feel his desire for her and could barely stop herself from giving way at once but she managed to regain her composure and pulled away, teasing him with her eyes.
"And what have you done today to deserve my affections?" she asked playfully looking deep into his sea-grey eyes.
"What have I done? I have sat all morning in the dark hall while you have been out in the sun riding whither you will." he replied.
"And why shouldn't I? For I am only the Queen while you are the King of Gondor."
"You know that to me you are much more than just my queen; you are my happiness and joy, my spirit and my life force, my inner hope."
"I do believe that you have presented your case well my lord." and with that she walked around the trunk of the tree so that she came up behind him.
"Now what shall be your reward?" she whispered softly into his ear, then she moved away his long hair and kissed his bared neck. He turned to face her and her lips met his, his arms enclosed her and she felt safe, her King and Protector.
His hands slid down her back and found the silver clasps which held her gown closed. With practised hands he undid the fastenings and let her gown slip to the floor. She pulled his thin, cotton shirt over his head and reached for his breeches.
Together, they fell as one to the soft forest floor. He trailed kisses down her porcelain body and her gentle hands touched his body in the ways that she knew he liked.
Finally he could hold it no longer and he thrust himself inside her, she moaned and gripped his bare back with a surprisingly strong grip. Her nails clawed at his flesh, leaving long, red snakes over his skin.
Hours later they rode back towards the city in the soft evening light, side by side, they were equal, always equal and always together.
"Good evening my lord, my lady" said the guard at the gate as they passed through. Once back inside the citadel they went to their chamber to change for the evening meal. As the King pulled his shirt over his head the Queen began to unlace her gown.
"Elessar, my love, do you think that we shall ever grow tired of our games?"
"Not in a thousand years, nor a thousand ages." he replied and walked over to her.
"Not while I still wear this chain and one would have to wrench it from my dead hands to part me from it." he said quietly, fingering the green stone set in silver, moulded to the fashion of eagle wings which hung upon a silver chain about his neck.
"Do not speak of such things in such times." Arwen said, and with that she dropped her dress to the floor and went to the closet to find another, more beautiful one.
1
2 Love 'til The End Of Time
She felt the wind rush past her face and could feel it gently tugging at her hair. Faster, faster, she urged her horse forward. Today, as always she would beat her King and lover to the trees. When she reached the fringes of the forest she drew up the horse short and slipped from the saddle. Quietly and quickly she passed through the trees looking for somewhere new to hide. Three years they had been married and still they did not tire of their lovers games. She found what she was looking for; a low hanging willow and pulling aside the curtain of leaves she stepped inside. The air was cool and a slight breeze made the leaves around her rustle gently.
"Arwen, Arwen my Evenstar. Where are you hiding today?" she heard her husband calling. Then she heard the sound of his horses hooves stepping on the fallen leaves, the sound stopped. Gently he did as she had done but a moment earlier and pulled aside the leaves.
"There you are. You always beat me here, and yet I always find you quickly."
"Ah but my lord you have the eyes of a Ranger and I have the speed of an Elven Maiden."
"True." he whispered as he slipped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her towards him. Softly he kissed her lips and taking his face in her hands she began to return his kiss but harder. She ran her hands through his long, raven hair. She could feel his desire for her and could barely stop herself from giving way at once but she managed to regain her composure and pulled away, teasing him with her eyes.
"And what have you done today to deserve my affections?" she asked playfully looking deep into his sea-grey eyes.
"What have I done? I have sat all morning in the dark hall while you have been out in the sun riding whither you will." he replied.
"And why shouldn't I? For I am only the Queen while you are the King of Gondor."
"You know that to me you are much more than just my queen; you are my happiness and joy, my spirit and my life force, my inner hope."
"I do believe that you have presented your case well my lord." and with that she walked around the trunk of the tree so that she came up behind him.
"Now what shall be your reward?" she whispered softly into his ear, then she moved away his long hair and kissed his bared neck. He turned to face her and her lips met his, his arms enclosed her and she felt safe, her King and Protector.
His hands slid down her back and found the silver clasps which held her gown closed. With practised hands he undid the fastenings and let her gown slip to the floor. She pulled his thin, cotton shirt over his head and reached for his breeches.
Together, they fell as one to the soft forest floor. He trailed kisses down her porcelain body and her gentle hands touched his body in the ways that she knew he liked.
Finally he could hold it no longer and he thrust himself inside her, she moaned and gripped his bare back with a surprisingly strong grip. Her nails clawed at his flesh, leaving long, red snakes over his skin.
Hours later they rode back towards the city in the soft evening light, side by side, they were equal, always equal and always together.
"Good evening my lord, my lady" said the guard at the gate as they passed through. Once back inside the citadel they went to their chamber to change for the evening meal. As the King pulled his shirt over his head the Queen began to unlace her gown.
"Elessar, my love, do you think that we shall ever grow tired of our games?"
"Not in a thousand years, nor a thousand ages." he replied and walked over to her.
"Not while I still wear this chain and one would have to wrench it from my dead hands to part me from it." he said quietly, fingering the green stone set in silver, moulded to the fashion of eagle wings which hung upon a silver chain about his neck.
"Do not speak of such things in such times." Arwen said, and with that she dropped her dress to the floor and went to the closet to find another, more beautiful one.
