Love Re-united
Aragorn was alone in a garden. He was walking towards the bridge where he and Arwen last stood before the Council of Elrond, hoping to find her there. Eagerly thinking she would be there, he started hurrying his feet and went to a slow jog, then going faster and faster, as to not miss her again. He came to a stop on the end of the bridge, and didn't see her there. Again late, he thought, he turned around and went away, and a single teardrop, illuminated silver in the moonlight, fell down his face. But this is what he liked, he liked to walk alone, though more liking and longing to walk with Arwen, and passing from under tree to tree, to think quietly to himself.
He stopped then not far from the bridge, in clear moonlight, leaning against a trunk of a large tree. He looked up to the deep blue skies, as deep blue as the deepest parts of the ocean waters, dotted with hundreds of thousands of crystal clear stars. He then dreamed about Arwen, and thought it so stupid how he hadn't re-met with her yet. His thoughts strayed away to Arwen and him when they were on that bridge together, and she had given him the Evenstar. He remembered the words again,
"You said you'd bind yourself you me, forsaking the immortal life, of your people." "And to that I hold. I would rather share one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone." And then he thought of when she gave him the Evenstar, pledging her love to him forever. Another lonely teardrop fell from his eye, as he grasped for the jewel on the silver necklace around him, and then he felt a presence. Not one to startle him though. A sweet and very familiar aroma filled the cool air around him, and he slowly turned around to see not far from him, a beautiful elf maiden standing alone, with bitter sweetness in her eyes. It was the one he had longed forever since he left from Rivendell as part of the Fellowship. He had already missed her from then.
At first, they said nothing and did nothing. He could sense that she was nervous after so long from not seeing him there and not being with him. He was too, nervous, but he was the one to make the first step towards her. She backed for a moment, and he stopped, almost taken aback, and he continued to approach her as if she was a timid, wild deer that was so fragile that to make any sudden move, would scare her away.
Years seemed to have passed for the both of them, until Aragorn finally reached her, and they were standing face to face. Aragorn could see clearly Arwen's tear-stained face from torment of wanting his love again. He took a long time to look at her beautiful, pale face, and her long, wavy dark- brown locks, and her thin delicate body. She was doing the same, though she was only looking deep into his eyes, watching as he looked so humbly at her.
He then put out his hand and reached for her right arm. She did not resist, for they both would be in each other's arms. He took one more step forward, and put his other arm around her waist. Arwen let another teardrop fall onto her cheek, this time of happiness and of love for she was now with Aragorn, though still partly of sadness because she was at first scared. He pulled closer to her and finally their lips met once more. Gently and slowly was their kiss in the first bit, taking time, for this was their first in the longest of times.
For a strange reason, Arwen had not quite come to it yet, and she was not quite moving. Still being soft, Aragorn put out his tongue, and she opened, trying not to admit by feel that that's what she was looking for, and they fulfilled each other with a final passionate kiss.
Aragorn was so gentle with her, for she still was nervous. He could tell be the tremble of her lips. He kept his hand upon her arm, and he brought the other up and down her body, recommitting the curves and feel of it to his mind, as to never forget it and to always have it. He pulled her closer to him and now both bodies were against one another ever so slightly, but enough for their comfort after such a long time.
Their kiss became more and more. They wanted more. Both. Aragorn and Arwen started to push ever stronger, to hold ever more tightly. Their arms around each other, their bodies against one another ever more close, and finally they became one again. One spirit, one love, one heart. Aragorn wanted this moment to last forever, forever is what he wished.
Aragorn was alone in a garden. He was walking towards the bridge where he and Arwen last stood before the Council of Elrond, hoping to find her there. Eagerly thinking she would be there, he started hurrying his feet and went to a slow jog, then going faster and faster, as to not miss her again. He came to a stop on the end of the bridge, and didn't see her there. Again late, he thought, he turned around and went away, and a single teardrop, illuminated silver in the moonlight, fell down his face. But this is what he liked, he liked to walk alone, though more liking and longing to walk with Arwen, and passing from under tree to tree, to think quietly to himself.
He stopped then not far from the bridge, in clear moonlight, leaning against a trunk of a large tree. He looked up to the deep blue skies, as deep blue as the deepest parts of the ocean waters, dotted with hundreds of thousands of crystal clear stars. He then dreamed about Arwen, and thought it so stupid how he hadn't re-met with her yet. His thoughts strayed away to Arwen and him when they were on that bridge together, and she had given him the Evenstar. He remembered the words again,
"You said you'd bind yourself you me, forsaking the immortal life, of your people." "And to that I hold. I would rather share one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone." And then he thought of when she gave him the Evenstar, pledging her love to him forever. Another lonely teardrop fell from his eye, as he grasped for the jewel on the silver necklace around him, and then he felt a presence. Not one to startle him though. A sweet and very familiar aroma filled the cool air around him, and he slowly turned around to see not far from him, a beautiful elf maiden standing alone, with bitter sweetness in her eyes. It was the one he had longed forever since he left from Rivendell as part of the Fellowship. He had already missed her from then.
At first, they said nothing and did nothing. He could sense that she was nervous after so long from not seeing him there and not being with him. He was too, nervous, but he was the one to make the first step towards her. She backed for a moment, and he stopped, almost taken aback, and he continued to approach her as if she was a timid, wild deer that was so fragile that to make any sudden move, would scare her away.
Years seemed to have passed for the both of them, until Aragorn finally reached her, and they were standing face to face. Aragorn could see clearly Arwen's tear-stained face from torment of wanting his love again. He took a long time to look at her beautiful, pale face, and her long, wavy dark- brown locks, and her thin delicate body. She was doing the same, though she was only looking deep into his eyes, watching as he looked so humbly at her.
He then put out his hand and reached for her right arm. She did not resist, for they both would be in each other's arms. He took one more step forward, and put his other arm around her waist. Arwen let another teardrop fall onto her cheek, this time of happiness and of love for she was now with Aragorn, though still partly of sadness because she was at first scared. He pulled closer to her and finally their lips met once more. Gently and slowly was their kiss in the first bit, taking time, for this was their first in the longest of times.
For a strange reason, Arwen had not quite come to it yet, and she was not quite moving. Still being soft, Aragorn put out his tongue, and she opened, trying not to admit by feel that that's what she was looking for, and they fulfilled each other with a final passionate kiss.
Aragorn was so gentle with her, for she still was nervous. He could tell be the tremble of her lips. He kept his hand upon her arm, and he brought the other up and down her body, recommitting the curves and feel of it to his mind, as to never forget it and to always have it. He pulled her closer to him and now both bodies were against one another ever so slightly, but enough for their comfort after such a long time.
Their kiss became more and more. They wanted more. Both. Aragorn and Arwen started to push ever stronger, to hold ever more tightly. Their arms around each other, their bodies against one another ever more close, and finally they became one again. One spirit, one love, one heart. Aragorn wanted this moment to last forever, forever is what he wished.