A Meeting of Lovers

Chapter Two: Painful Memories

Morning dawned; the darkness began to fade away as the sun slowly rose into the sky. It's ethereal colors of red, gold, and orange was cast throughout the whole valley as it's light illuminated each blade of grass and every drop of water. Its gentle rays peaked over the course mountaintops and the sounds of crickets came to an abrupt halt.

Deep in Rivendell a drowsy Arwen was waking to an empty bed. Coming out of her deep sleep she gently rubbed her eyes, gave a small yawn, and quickly noticed that Aragorn was not asleep next to her. She ran her hand past the indent left beside her then rose to her feet. Completely exposed, she glided towards the window, her footsteps barely audible, and reached for her satin blue robe, the same robe she briefly wore yesterday before presenting herself to her once lost love.

The sounds of twittering birds could be heard from outside and as she sat on the window pane she noticed just how beautiful her surrounding were, from the tall burly trees to the calm and shimmering lake. Though she lived her entire life in Rivendell somehow everything just seemed much more striking and vivid. Everything was so uplifting, inspirational, and breathtaking to the soul.

* The halls were dark and though it was morning no sunlight had penetrated the palace walls. Everything was blurry, each turn was as hard as the last, and to take another step took every ounce of strength that Aragorn had within him. He felt a deep pain strike his heart and clutched his hands to his chest to keep himself from falling. What a horrible feeling but when had this started? When was the last time Aragorn remembered feeling so terrible? When was the last time he lost good feeling throughout his entire body?

It had been back in Rohan. They had defeated the seemingly endless line of orcs at the barricade of Helms Deep, a safe haven to the people of Rohan. The orcs sent to them by the evil sorcerer Saruman and their hopes of defeating Sauron had risen slightly. It no longer seemed hopeless and now with the alliance of men and elves they were one step closer to putting an end to the evil ring.

Tired and disgruntled, Aragorn sought a cure for his loneliness. His desire to see his maiden elf was overwhelming but soon after heading back to Edoras he found solace in the company of the fair Eowyn.

"Good Evening Aragorn, my uncle wishes me thank you for your services to our people."

"There is no need fair lady, the fact that there is one less place corrupted by evil of the white wizard is thanks enough for me."

Silence immediately filled the room making every second more uncomfortable until finally one of them decided to speak again. "That necklace you wear, its truly remarkable, a thing of beauty. I was wondering if I could maybe try it on."

Something told Aragorn not to take off the necklace but how could he refuse. He didn't want to insult her by saying no and what else could he do but that necklace had been given to him by Arwen and allowing another woman to wear it would be treacherous but something pushed him forward. He unlatched the necklace and placed it onto Eowyn noticing how soft and smooth her skin felt brushing up against his hand.

"How does it look?" she asked hoping she would get a flattering comment but Aragorn said nothing, he simply stood there as if mesmerized by her beauty.

What was this feeling that Aragorn experiencing. A surge of joy and ecstasy flowed through his entire body. It was a familiar feeling, the same way he felt whenever he was around Arwen, but this wasn't Arwen. She wasn't even an elf. He couldn't possibly be falling for another woman, could he? He loved Arwen and no one else, but did he really. Right now he wasn't really sure and he was afraid of what he might do to find out.

"Aragorn are you alright?"

Still he said nothing and Eowyn was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. What was wrong with Aragorn? Why wasn't he saying anything? Eowyn wasn't sure but she wasn't about to miss this opportunity. She had Aragorn all to herself, just as she's always wanted and now was the time to make her move.

Eowyn moved slightly closer to Aragorn, hoping that he wouldn't back away, and he didn't. She moved closer still but slowly in hopes not to scare Aragorn away. Finally she was close enough to smell his manly musk. It was intoxicating to her and she decided to make her move before she lost her nerve. She lifted her hands and ran them through Aragorn's long lustrous hair, feeling every follicle and grasping every strand.

Eowyn's touch knocked Aragorn out of his trance bringing him back to her. He couldn't help but feel close to her. Everything felt right and before he could think, he found himself cupping his hands around Eowyn's face and pressing his lips against hers. Her lips were so soft, almost familiar. He knew this touch before but from where? Where had he felt such gentle lips, such a warming embrace? It was great but something just didn't seem right, something just didn't feel right. He couldn't control himself, he couldn't stop himself from kissing her and before he knew it, he found himself unbuttoning her smock and running his fingers down her supple body.

He couldn't believe how great her body felt against his and soon they found themselves together on Eowyn's bed rubbing their bodies against each other. Their bodies sweating, Aragorn pushed himself deep into Eowyn's body, inch by inch. Eowyn yelled out in a wave pleasure and before she knew it, it was over and as they laid on the bed still and motionless thoughts of deceit ran through Aragorn's

What had he done?

He had betrayed Arwen's trust and slept with another woman. Why had he done this, was it because he missed Arwen so much he needed to be with someone to relieve his stress? That must have been it; nothing else could move him to cheat on his lifetime lover. His insides hurt, everything suddenly became blurry and he couldn't find the strength to rise up off the bed.

He felt the exact same way now. Aragorn collapsed unto the maple floor in the palace. He placed his hand on his throbbing forehead and wiped off the droplets of sweat forming on the back of his neck.

Footsteps could be heard coming from the other side of the hallway; Aragorn couldn't let anyone see him like this so he quickly rose to his feet and straightened his hair.

"Where were you darling?" It was Arwen; she left the room to search for Aragorn. She lost him once and she wasn't going to lose him again and she was ready to do anything she could to keep her love safe and close to her.

"I wasn't tired." he said with less vigor than usual "I needed to walk around and clear." but before he could finish he quickly collapsed onto the floor making a huge noise that echoed throughout the entire hall.

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