Hi everyone! This is my story! Hope you like it!! By the way
this is my first fan fiction!!! So I'm really hoping for
reviews! Oh yeah... I'd like to thank.. Ahem ahem, Princess of
Mirkwood for introducing me to Fan Fiction!
Aragorn awoke to the beautiful voice of Arwen calling his name. "Aragorn, Aragorn" She sang in a melodic tune. Aragorn turned in his hammock, searching through bleary eyes for his love Arwen. Aragorn breathed out heavily in bliss, and shifted his body so that he was again lying on his back. Aragorn felt a soft hand caress his face and opened his eyes, once more, this time to see Arwen. Her gorgeous chestnut hair swung down, lightly brushing across his nose like a summer breeze. She suddenly arose and backed away from the hammock, a distant look swept across her face. Aragorn sat up, the sun gleaming on his strong chest. Slowly he stepped to Arwen and wrapped her in his arms, and lightly kissed her neck three times.
They ate silently, the food that Arwen had prepared was delicious. Aragorn had never tasted anything so delicate. Today was the last day of the vacation that Arwen and Aragorn had gone on together, in celebration of the end of the War of the Ring. As they walked along the trail to their bungalow, Aragorn swept Arwen off her feet, which sent her into a fit of girlish giggles. The giggles soon subsided as they kissed passionately on the forest floor. When they reached the bungalow they dropped their belongings beside the bed. They lay there for what seemed like forever, Aragorn's arm was wrapped firmly around Arwens shoulders. They gazed up at the roof. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Come in" said Aragorn and sat up.
Aragorn awoke to the beautiful voice of Arwen calling his name. "Aragorn, Aragorn" She sang in a melodic tune. Aragorn turned in his hammock, searching through bleary eyes for his love Arwen. Aragorn breathed out heavily in bliss, and shifted his body so that he was again lying on his back. Aragorn felt a soft hand caress his face and opened his eyes, once more, this time to see Arwen. Her gorgeous chestnut hair swung down, lightly brushing across his nose like a summer breeze. She suddenly arose and backed away from the hammock, a distant look swept across her face. Aragorn sat up, the sun gleaming on his strong chest. Slowly he stepped to Arwen and wrapped her in his arms, and lightly kissed her neck three times.
They ate silently, the food that Arwen had prepared was delicious. Aragorn had never tasted anything so delicate. Today was the last day of the vacation that Arwen and Aragorn had gone on together, in celebration of the end of the War of the Ring. As they walked along the trail to their bungalow, Aragorn swept Arwen off her feet, which sent her into a fit of girlish giggles. The giggles soon subsided as they kissed passionately on the forest floor. When they reached the bungalow they dropped their belongings beside the bed. They lay there for what seemed like forever, Aragorn's arm was wrapped firmly around Arwens shoulders. They gazed up at the roof. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Come in" said Aragorn and sat up.