Love In the Night
Up the stairway went Aragorn, still caring Arwen in his arms, and into his bedchamber. Not putting Arwen down yet, Aragorn pushed the door closed and slid the lock when he entered. He walked to the bed and carefully laid Arwen down. She was starting to breathe deep, yet somewhat nervously because they were not this close together even from before the Fellowship left Rivendell on the Quest.
Arwen lifted her arms above her head on the bed and kept her watch on Aragorn. He stepped back momentarily to look at her lying on the bad, and telling that she wanted him to come and embrace her in his arms and kiss her and hold her and share everything with her that they had both missed for so long.
He made his way to the bed and crawled slowly over Arwen, so careful with her fragile body. He laid his body upon her own, and they brought their faces closer so that they could feel each other's breathing upon their faces, and then they kissed, embracing each other so lovingly.
They had stayed this way for only a bit, when, sadly, as they had not wanted to be disturbed, there cane a loud knock on the door and Elrond spoke.
"Estel! Please come down. You are wanted along with the rest of the Fellowship members for a small speech!" Arwen let out a sigh of disappointment not wanting at all to let go of here love, but forcing herself to loosen her hold on him, but very slightly, incase he wished to go. Aragorn paused for a moment, as another call of his name was heard from Elrond, and then he said: "I am sorry, Lord Elrond, but I am tired and I would like to stay, if that be alright. Did not Legolas tell you I may come down later?" Arwen's heart was lightened at this, and again tightened her hold on Aragorn.
"You will come later, then!" called Elrond a little angry and obviously annoyed, for he wished for everyone to be there. Both Aragorn and Arwen gave a sigh of relief and a chuckle, and continued from where they left off.
Slowly again, their lips approached and they kissed, this time better than they had had yet this evening. Aragorn brought his hands up from Arwen's arms to her neck and then to the back of her head, entangled in her beautiful hair, which was scattered about her. Her hands were on his back, feeling his warmth and comfort.
Slowly, Aragorn put his hands to Arwen's shoulders and to the sleeves of her dress and slid them off, and they hung now from her arms. He lowered his head to her chest and kissed tenderly at the sensitive skin. Arwen sighed in pleasure and relief from the longest wait she had in her life. Aragorn moved his kisses around her chest and bottom of her neck, and in between he breathed the words, "I..love..you." He again leveled his head to Arwen's and they came to a sudden kiss. Aragorn couldn't help but to speed up his kisses, even barely allowing Arwen or himself up for breath for he wanted it so much, and he wanted more, but so did Arwen.
Now Aragorn briefly sat up beside Arwen, leaning on his left hand, but soon found himself under Arwen, who brought him down suddenly to be on top.
She reached her hands down to Aragorn's shirt and started undoing the buttons, letting another small bit of his skin show. As she did, Aragorn was half sitting up, his arms on Arwen's waste, and she was bent down kissing, and she felt for the next button and the next, until the shirt was finally unbuttoned, and she pulled it off of him, leaving the top bare. She rubbed it and felt it gently, as he started undoing her pale coloured, long- flowing dress.
Slipping Arwen's dress off of her from the arms, but only slightly, Aragorn was kissing her neck, and Arwen did nothing, just closing her eyes and breathing in his sweet smell, and feeling his love for her.
*Knock, knock, knock*
"In the name of Eru, who is that?" whispered Arwen, silently to herself.
"Aragorn! Lord Elrond has sent me to come and fetch you! Everyone wants you down there in the celebrations." It was Elladan.
"I can not come right now!" Aragorn almost shouted. Now he was the one annoyed and upset.
"Must I break down this door? Elrond has sent me to come and get you! You have to come now! Please!"
Aragorn gazed at the unhappy Arwen with closed eyes, trying to fight off tears. "Is this the closest we'll ever stay? Why can't they just leave us alone!?" she thought.
"Can you not just leave us alone?!?!" Arwen found herself crying out loud to Elladan. Elladan was taken by surprise at this. He had no idea they were together, although this would help him explain where Arwen was.
Elladan responded rather quietly after a few moments. "I, uh, I will tell." he stumbled in his words, still a bit confused. "Then what shall I tell everyone?"
"Just tell them, that.." Aragorn was trying to think what Elladan could tell the crowd, and something that would keep them away, and just leave them alone.
"Just tell them that Aragorn is with Arwen, with me," said Arwen still with her eyes closed from the impatience and ignorance her father has shown, tears starting to fill in her eyes. But he knew not that she was with Aragorn, so that may be a reason why. But now she felt he had to know, no matter what he would say. She wanted to be left alone with her love, she didn't want to be disturbed at all anymore! She was fed up!
"Al-alright." Said Elladan, and footsteps were heard as he left the door and back down to the ballroom.
"Are you sure, Arwen?" asked Aragorn.
"Of course. He has to know, does he not?" she answered. "I want him to stop bothering us! If he knows I am with you, then he might stop sending people to come and get you. I want to be with you this night!"
"And I do as well, my love," replied Aragorn, and then he smiled back down at Arwen, who strangely was crying.
"Why, why are you crying, my love?" he asked.
"Why must we be this way?" she asked, a few large tears falling down her pale cheeks.
"Be this way? What ever do you mean? Do you not enjoy being this way together, like we are this night?" he asked, quite concerned, for he had not the slightest idea why she was upset and crying.
"Can we not stay alone, uninterrupted and undisturbed? I want to be with you! With out any stupid people coming up, trying to take you away from me to go to that silly gathering that my father has arranged?" Aragorn closed his eyes painfully. He had to make her feel as though she could be loved this night, with nothing else to happen. The night was young. He would have plenty of time to do this, he thought. He needed to make her happy, and make her love this night like no other. But here it wouldn't be good, no not here. They would probably try to retrieve him again, and he thought now as well that that celebration was not much, that he didn't need to go. He didn't want to go. He was going to stay with Arwen, and nothing would ruin it, he assured himself. Opening his eyes, and taking a moment to look at Arwen who had her eyes closed, trying to fight off yet more tears that were building up in her bright blue eyes.
Aragorn then got up and pulled Arwen up by her waist, and she wrapped her shivering arms around his neck, wondering what he was doing. She would soon see..
Up the stairway went Aragorn, still caring Arwen in his arms, and into his bedchamber. Not putting Arwen down yet, Aragorn pushed the door closed and slid the lock when he entered. He walked to the bed and carefully laid Arwen down. She was starting to breathe deep, yet somewhat nervously because they were not this close together even from before the Fellowship left Rivendell on the Quest.
Arwen lifted her arms above her head on the bed and kept her watch on Aragorn. He stepped back momentarily to look at her lying on the bad, and telling that she wanted him to come and embrace her in his arms and kiss her and hold her and share everything with her that they had both missed for so long.
He made his way to the bed and crawled slowly over Arwen, so careful with her fragile body. He laid his body upon her own, and they brought their faces closer so that they could feel each other's breathing upon their faces, and then they kissed, embracing each other so lovingly.
They had stayed this way for only a bit, when, sadly, as they had not wanted to be disturbed, there cane a loud knock on the door and Elrond spoke.
"Estel! Please come down. You are wanted along with the rest of the Fellowship members for a small speech!" Arwen let out a sigh of disappointment not wanting at all to let go of here love, but forcing herself to loosen her hold on him, but very slightly, incase he wished to go. Aragorn paused for a moment, as another call of his name was heard from Elrond, and then he said: "I am sorry, Lord Elrond, but I am tired and I would like to stay, if that be alright. Did not Legolas tell you I may come down later?" Arwen's heart was lightened at this, and again tightened her hold on Aragorn.
"You will come later, then!" called Elrond a little angry and obviously annoyed, for he wished for everyone to be there. Both Aragorn and Arwen gave a sigh of relief and a chuckle, and continued from where they left off.
Slowly again, their lips approached and they kissed, this time better than they had had yet this evening. Aragorn brought his hands up from Arwen's arms to her neck and then to the back of her head, entangled in her beautiful hair, which was scattered about her. Her hands were on his back, feeling his warmth and comfort.
Slowly, Aragorn put his hands to Arwen's shoulders and to the sleeves of her dress and slid them off, and they hung now from her arms. He lowered his head to her chest and kissed tenderly at the sensitive skin. Arwen sighed in pleasure and relief from the longest wait she had in her life. Aragorn moved his kisses around her chest and bottom of her neck, and in between he breathed the words, "I..love..you." He again leveled his head to Arwen's and they came to a sudden kiss. Aragorn couldn't help but to speed up his kisses, even barely allowing Arwen or himself up for breath for he wanted it so much, and he wanted more, but so did Arwen.
Now Aragorn briefly sat up beside Arwen, leaning on his left hand, but soon found himself under Arwen, who brought him down suddenly to be on top.
She reached her hands down to Aragorn's shirt and started undoing the buttons, letting another small bit of his skin show. As she did, Aragorn was half sitting up, his arms on Arwen's waste, and she was bent down kissing, and she felt for the next button and the next, until the shirt was finally unbuttoned, and she pulled it off of him, leaving the top bare. She rubbed it and felt it gently, as he started undoing her pale coloured, long- flowing dress.
Slipping Arwen's dress off of her from the arms, but only slightly, Aragorn was kissing her neck, and Arwen did nothing, just closing her eyes and breathing in his sweet smell, and feeling his love for her.
*Knock, knock, knock*
"In the name of Eru, who is that?" whispered Arwen, silently to herself.
"Aragorn! Lord Elrond has sent me to come and fetch you! Everyone wants you down there in the celebrations." It was Elladan.
"I can not come right now!" Aragorn almost shouted. Now he was the one annoyed and upset.
"Must I break down this door? Elrond has sent me to come and get you! You have to come now! Please!"
Aragorn gazed at the unhappy Arwen with closed eyes, trying to fight off tears. "Is this the closest we'll ever stay? Why can't they just leave us alone!?" she thought.
"Can you not just leave us alone?!?!" Arwen found herself crying out loud to Elladan. Elladan was taken by surprise at this. He had no idea they were together, although this would help him explain where Arwen was.
Elladan responded rather quietly after a few moments. "I, uh, I will tell." he stumbled in his words, still a bit confused. "Then what shall I tell everyone?"
"Just tell them, that.." Aragorn was trying to think what Elladan could tell the crowd, and something that would keep them away, and just leave them alone.
"Just tell them that Aragorn is with Arwen, with me," said Arwen still with her eyes closed from the impatience and ignorance her father has shown, tears starting to fill in her eyes. But he knew not that she was with Aragorn, so that may be a reason why. But now she felt he had to know, no matter what he would say. She wanted to be left alone with her love, she didn't want to be disturbed at all anymore! She was fed up!
"Al-alright." Said Elladan, and footsteps were heard as he left the door and back down to the ballroom.
"Are you sure, Arwen?" asked Aragorn.
"Of course. He has to know, does he not?" she answered. "I want him to stop bothering us! If he knows I am with you, then he might stop sending people to come and get you. I want to be with you this night!"
"And I do as well, my love," replied Aragorn, and then he smiled back down at Arwen, who strangely was crying.
"Why, why are you crying, my love?" he asked.
"Why must we be this way?" she asked, a few large tears falling down her pale cheeks.
"Be this way? What ever do you mean? Do you not enjoy being this way together, like we are this night?" he asked, quite concerned, for he had not the slightest idea why she was upset and crying.
"Can we not stay alone, uninterrupted and undisturbed? I want to be with you! With out any stupid people coming up, trying to take you away from me to go to that silly gathering that my father has arranged?" Aragorn closed his eyes painfully. He had to make her feel as though she could be loved this night, with nothing else to happen. The night was young. He would have plenty of time to do this, he thought. He needed to make her happy, and make her love this night like no other. But here it wouldn't be good, no not here. They would probably try to retrieve him again, and he thought now as well that that celebration was not much, that he didn't need to go. He didn't want to go. He was going to stay with Arwen, and nothing would ruin it, he assured himself. Opening his eyes, and taking a moment to look at Arwen who had her eyes closed, trying to fight off yet more tears that were building up in her bright blue eyes.
Aragorn then got up and pulled Arwen up by her waist, and she wrapped her shivering arms around his neck, wondering what he was doing. She would soon see..