Chapter 11 Rescue
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Summary: A group of Orcs and Wargs attacked the people of Rohan, who were departing for Helms Deep. Unfortunately one of the Wargs takes Aragorn off the cliff, he is presumed death.
"Aaragorn!" cried Arwen "Something is wrong," they both could tell when something was wrong with the other.
She pushed Laessurian on at a faster pace, she must get to him quickly. Reaching the river Isen, sensing he was there, Arwen walked along its banks.
The current was strong, the water treacherous, she feared the worst. But then, something caught her eye. It was Aragorns horse Brego, he was pushing something on the ground. Arwen ran towards him.
It was Aragorn, she went and kneeled beside him. She took him in her arms, his body soaked.
Arwen brought him into a sheltered area in the cliff, laid him on a rock. She lit a fire near him, and wiped his brow with a warm cloth, he soon became dry.
She ran her hands through his hair, and down his face. She kissed his lips softly while stroking his face.
"This is a dream," he said at last. Arwen relieved with joy, said, "And this is reality," kissing him with all the passion she possessed, letting her hands linger across his muscular chest.
His eyes opened "Arwen ," he said, she embraced him, "I thought you were dead," she whispered, burying her head in his shoulder. He ran his hands down her back, and let out a sigh of relief.
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Summary: A group of Orcs and Wargs attacked the people of Rohan, who were departing for Helms Deep. Unfortunately one of the Wargs takes Aragorn off the cliff, he is presumed death.
"Aaragorn!" cried Arwen "Something is wrong," they both could tell when something was wrong with the other.
She pushed Laessurian on at a faster pace, she must get to him quickly. Reaching the river Isen, sensing he was there, Arwen walked along its banks.
The current was strong, the water treacherous, she feared the worst. But then, something caught her eye. It was Aragorns horse Brego, he was pushing something on the ground. Arwen ran towards him.
It was Aragorn, she went and kneeled beside him. She took him in her arms, his body soaked.
Arwen brought him into a sheltered area in the cliff, laid him on a rock. She lit a fire near him, and wiped his brow with a warm cloth, he soon became dry.
She ran her hands through his hair, and down his face. She kissed his lips softly while stroking his face.
"This is a dream," he said at last. Arwen relieved with joy, said, "And this is reality," kissing him with all the passion she possessed, letting her hands linger across his muscular chest.
His eyes opened "Arwen ," he said, she embraced him, "I thought you were dead," she whispered, burying her head in his shoulder. He ran his hands down her back, and let out a sigh of relief.