Disclaimer: None of the copyrighted materials of LOTR are mine; they all belong to the genius we know as John Ronald Reuel Tolkien.

Sunlight's first rays seem to gaze in through the thin curtains, illuminating the room with a golden sheen. I run my hand along your face, smooth and delicate, kissing your closed eyes under which you dream. I smile, whispering my compassion in your ear.
"Mellonin."
Life seems to return to your form, as if you are returning from the dead.
"A' mela."
"Awaken, my love."
Your eyes flutter open and are immediately locked onto mine as you wake from yet another passionate night's slumber.
"Arwen." You whisper, running a strong yet tender hand along my lips before I lean in to kiss you.
"Aragorn," I whisper in kind, just so I may see that beautiful, genuine smile cross your face one more time.
But it would not be the last. For I would see it many more times in this mere one lifetime, until we went to join one another in Paradise.
But that was far off. For now, I just relished in the already fleeting moment, senses awakening. Wind tickling my neck. Lips against mine. Sight of the morning sun. Taste of wine in his kiss. Scent of his skin. The eternal warmth of a lover's embrace.
Obliviousness to the rest of the world. The world is ours.
Then, he slips into me. Our forms writhe together in one singular motion. Two become one within. We have begun again. Regaining our sin. Our purity.
The world is ours.