A Meeting of Lovers
Chapter Five: The Letter
Gentle moaning arose from beyond the white door at the end of the hall; the white door with its carvings of celestial beings indulging in the beauty of their surroundings and flouncing about with no care whatsoever, the white door with its images of man and woman as they were meant to be, bare with no boundaries or restrictions, no hatred or judgment, just love, love for one another and love for nature and its continual beauty.
A young elf was passing the large door on his way to the dining hall when a strange sound reached his ear so he stopped in front of it and pressed his ear against the smooth wood.
"A-a-a-a-a-h" a young woman moaned incessantly
The young elf found himself unable to remove his ear from the door and instead placed his hand upon the wall as if trying to grasp it within his palm. His hand became sweaty and his fingers slid off the wall as he tried to position himself so he could hear every motion on the other side.
The moaning continued each noise louder than the last.
"O-o-o-o-h yes, o-o-o-h yeah" the woman continued. The elf began to sense an unfamiliar feeling arise. He could feel a hardening in his pants. His pants began to tighten and as he looked down he could see movement from under the fabric and could feel excitement like he'd never felt before. Sweat dripped from down his forehead and he slowly slid his hands down and into his undergarment to touch what he'd always known was there but was never aware of. A surge of ecstasy flowed throughout his body but quickly halted when the door was opened and a very tall burly man stepped out from behind the entry.
The startled elf quickly removed his hand from out of his garment and looked the man in the eyes.
He greeted the young elf and gave him a smile.
"Hello Aragorn I.I was just on my way to the dining hall for dinner" the elf said with a slight stutter.
Aragorn nodded his head then closed the door.
The little elf exhaled loudly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then ran as fast as he could down the hall.
* * * * *
"Who was there Aragorn?"
"Just Trenor darling," he said to Arwen who was lying on the large bed with only the sheets to cover her naked body.
"He is a sweet boy," she replied.
"Yes he is," said Aragorn and a slight grin appeared on his face.
Arwen got up from the bed, holding up the large satin sheet with one hand and fixing her hair with the other, and headed toward the closet. She dropped the sheet on the floor and shivered as the wind caressed her soft glistening body. Se reached into the closet and pulled out her light blue robe then slipped it on.
"I'm going to get ready for dinner Aragorn, you should do the same. Father is expecting us and he wants us to be prompt."
"Alright my sweet."
Aragorn kissed Arwen on the cheek than closed the door as she stepped out.
He grabbed his clothes from the closet, a ruffled shirt with a pair of stylish brown pants, but instead of changing into them he turned around and dropped them near the side table drawer then flopped down onto the bed and buried his head in the pillow. For a moment he felt nothing, he saw nothing and all he could do was breathe. It was relaxing but then he remembered what Arwen had said: Father is expecting us and he wants us to be prompt, so he got up and picked up his clothes to get changed.
Aragorn first put on his brown dress pants than reached for his shirt. Aragorn slid one arm into one sleeve but when he reached for the next sleeve a button from the top collar ripped off, fell unto the floor, and rolled under the bed.
"Darn that button"
Aragorn kneeled down to retrieve the button. He slid his hand under the bed and felt around for the object. After one or two attempts he managed to pull out a hairbrush and a few of Arwen's hair ornaments that were thought to be lost. He reached in one more time but instead of pulling out his renegade button he pulled out a small piece of very fine very expensive parchment rolled up with a small yellow ribbon tied in the middle.
"Now what's this?"
He took off the ribbon and opened the parchment. It was a letter for him written in very fine hand writing in dark green ink. His eyes widened as he began to read. He could not believe whom it was from. It was a letter from Eowyn all the way in Rohan. It read:
My Dearest Aragorn,
The night we spent together was spectacular. I cannot say that I haven't wanted that for longest time, to touch your rough dark skin, to press my lips upon yours, and to have you ravage my body. I have longed to have you press your body up against mine and to feel your warm embrace. When you reached over to kiss me I couldn't help but feel a tiny bit guilty about having you betray your love but that feeling quickly disappeared once you lifted me on top of you and gave me complete access to your body. Aragorn, you are the most wonderful man I have ever met in my entire life. You are every woman's dream and now that I have had a taste of you I can't imagine the rest of my life without your sweet nectar. I wish you would reconsider your life and come live with me in Rohan. I can promise you that we would live a long and happy life together. My darling Aragorn I need you. I need to be in your loving arms again. I love you Aragorn, like I have never loved any man before. My uncle will always welcome you to Rohan. You saved us and for that he is eternally grateful so living here is no problem. I know that you will come to realize that I am the perfect woman for you and that staying in Rivendell is a mistake. Please come back to me darling. I will be waiting for you.
Awaiting you lovingly,
Eowyn
Aragorn was in complete shock. He could not believe what he had just read. Just when he had finally been able to move on and forget his horrible mistake he receives this letter. Eowyn had actually had the nerve to write to him and ask him to abandon Arwen.
Arwen, Oh no! If she found this letter their relationship would be over. He couldn't let her find this letter.
Cre.e.e.e.e.k.
Aragorn heard something from behind and quickly turned around to see what it was.
Oh no! It was Arwen she had come back and she was dressed in a beautiful violet gown with jasmine flowers neatly arranged in her hair.
Aragorn panicked
"Aragorn why aren't you dressed yet?"
"Uhh I.I.I," Aragorn stuttered unable to form any words.
"What's the matter darling," she asked and gave him a look of puzzlement.
Aragorn said nothing. Then she noticed the piece of parchment that Aragorn had in his hand.
"What's that?"
Aragorn panicked again as Arwen began to head toward him.
"Can I see it?"
"No," he responded loudly and Arwen gave him another look of bewilderment.
"Please, let me see it," she said and tried to reach for it but Aragorn raised it high into the air, out of Arwen's reach.
Arwen struggled and stood on the top of her toes but alas could not reach the letter so she gave up.
"Alright then, if you don't want me to see it then I won't," she said then turned around as if she were going to leave the room.
Aragorn let out a sigh of relief and lowered his hands to his side along with the letter in his hand but when he did Arwen immediately turned around and grabbed the piece of paper out of Aragorn's hand.
Aragorn was completely shocked; he could not believe what Arwen had done but then as he came back into reality he saw Arwen looking at the letter. He quickly reached over her shoulder and grabbed it out of her hand, ripped it into little pieces and threw them out the window.
Aragorn yanked the paper out of Arwen's hands quickly and she only had time to notice Eowyn's name on the bottom of the paper, but she was worried. She had heard the name Eowyn before. She had heard her father talk about her once while they were having dinner. She was the niece of the king of Rohan, a lovely woman but not exactly the most refined. She was raised a fighter and had the spirit of a warrior but nevertheless still beautiful. She remembered that Aragorn had been in Rohan before and was sure now that he had met her and that something had happened.
Arwen became concerned and her face showed it.
Now Aragorn was worried. He knew Arwen suspected something but he didn't know what to say. Should he lie to her and continue living this life of deceit or should he tell her the truth and hope that she would somehow understand?
Arwen just stood there staring at Aragorn with her arms crossed, her face no longer looking concerned but a bit angry. Aragorn had to say something to make the situation better but he still had no idea what to say and Arwen wasn't saying anything at all, she simply stood there motionless with anger still firmly plastered on her face.
"Uhh," Aragorn struggled for words but could not find any. Suddenly it hit him; he knew now what to say.
"That letter came from Rohan," he said.
"I know that but."
"It was from Eowyn. She was writing to extend a hand of gratitude for helping to rescue Rohan from the evil white wizard. She simply wanted to say Thank you, that's all."
Arwen hesitated for a moment and then said, "Is that all? For a moment I thought that something else was going on with you and her."
"No absolutely nothing is going on between us, how could you suspect such a thing." Aragorn felt terrible lying to Arwen. The truth was that she was right. Something was going on between him and Eowyn but he couldn't tell her that, he just couldn't, it would break her heart.
"Oh Aragorn, I apologize. How could I suspect such a terrible thing, of course nothing is going on? I know you wouldn't do anything to break my heart; it's just that the moment I saw her name I thought of you and her together kissing and doing other terrible things, but you would never do that. I must be out of my mind!"
Arwen took Aragorn's hand and kissed it gently than she pressed both her hands against his chest and kissed him on the cheek.
Aragorn's cheeks turned red as if from embarrassment then he nodded his head and took Arwen's hands in his own and said, "I would never do anything to hurt you darling, I love you and only you."
Arwen smiled and nodded her head slowly in agreement. She kissed him again but on his lips this time then she turned around and headed out through the door without saying a word.
Aragorn shut the door and then sat on the bed. He let out a long wistful sigh and ran his hand through his already messy hair.
He sat there for what must have been at least an hour. He was sure that he had already missed all of dinner and part of dessert but it didn't matter, he wasn't hungry anyway, and how could he be hungry having lied to Arwen about the letter when the truth was the she was absolutely right about everything. Something was going on between him Eowyn, something terrible, something that would break Arwen's heart and almost certainly end his relationship with her.
Aragorn flopped down on the bed and placed both his hands on his face. He felt so guilty and how could he not considering all the terrible things that he had done.
"What have I done," he said in a low barely audible voice.
* * * * *
Time passed and the moon slowly rose into the night sky. Aragorn had completely lost track of time and as a result of over thinking his deception he had fallen asleep and hadn't notice when Arwen entered the room.
Arwen stood there for a moment just looking down at Aragorn. He looked so peaceful and calm. Somehow she just couldn't believe what Aragorn had told her. Though it killed her to think about it she knew something had happened between him and Eowyn but she couldn't be sure. She had to find out. She had to know the truth so she could move on but she couldn't do anything now, it was too late and everyone was probably already asleep and besides, she was really tired. She had had a really big dinner.
Arwen quietly undressed and trying not to make any noise, she slipped on her black sleeping gown. She didn't want to wake Aragorn up because he might want to do things that she wasn't really in the mood for now. She closed the window and shut the curtains and then slid under the bed covers and turned off the light. Now it was time for bed and at least for now she didn't have to worry about Eowyn or what she was going to do about her. She would worry about that in the morning.
Arwen shut her eyes and hummed an old elvish lullaby her father used to sing to her when she was younger. She soon found herself lulling off to sleep where she would dream of her perfect wedding and living happily ever after with the man of her dreams.
Chapter Five: The Letter
Gentle moaning arose from beyond the white door at the end of the hall; the white door with its carvings of celestial beings indulging in the beauty of their surroundings and flouncing about with no care whatsoever, the white door with its images of man and woman as they were meant to be, bare with no boundaries or restrictions, no hatred or judgment, just love, love for one another and love for nature and its continual beauty.
A young elf was passing the large door on his way to the dining hall when a strange sound reached his ear so he stopped in front of it and pressed his ear against the smooth wood.
"A-a-a-a-a-h" a young woman moaned incessantly
The young elf found himself unable to remove his ear from the door and instead placed his hand upon the wall as if trying to grasp it within his palm. His hand became sweaty and his fingers slid off the wall as he tried to position himself so he could hear every motion on the other side.
The moaning continued each noise louder than the last.
"O-o-o-o-h yes, o-o-o-h yeah" the woman continued. The elf began to sense an unfamiliar feeling arise. He could feel a hardening in his pants. His pants began to tighten and as he looked down he could see movement from under the fabric and could feel excitement like he'd never felt before. Sweat dripped from down his forehead and he slowly slid his hands down and into his undergarment to touch what he'd always known was there but was never aware of. A surge of ecstasy flowed throughout his body but quickly halted when the door was opened and a very tall burly man stepped out from behind the entry.
The startled elf quickly removed his hand from out of his garment and looked the man in the eyes.
He greeted the young elf and gave him a smile.
"Hello Aragorn I.I was just on my way to the dining hall for dinner" the elf said with a slight stutter.
Aragorn nodded his head then closed the door.
The little elf exhaled loudly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then ran as fast as he could down the hall.
* * * * *
"Who was there Aragorn?"
"Just Trenor darling," he said to Arwen who was lying on the large bed with only the sheets to cover her naked body.
"He is a sweet boy," she replied.
"Yes he is," said Aragorn and a slight grin appeared on his face.
Arwen got up from the bed, holding up the large satin sheet with one hand and fixing her hair with the other, and headed toward the closet. She dropped the sheet on the floor and shivered as the wind caressed her soft glistening body. Se reached into the closet and pulled out her light blue robe then slipped it on.
"I'm going to get ready for dinner Aragorn, you should do the same. Father is expecting us and he wants us to be prompt."
"Alright my sweet."
Aragorn kissed Arwen on the cheek than closed the door as she stepped out.
He grabbed his clothes from the closet, a ruffled shirt with a pair of stylish brown pants, but instead of changing into them he turned around and dropped them near the side table drawer then flopped down onto the bed and buried his head in the pillow. For a moment he felt nothing, he saw nothing and all he could do was breathe. It was relaxing but then he remembered what Arwen had said: Father is expecting us and he wants us to be prompt, so he got up and picked up his clothes to get changed.
Aragorn first put on his brown dress pants than reached for his shirt. Aragorn slid one arm into one sleeve but when he reached for the next sleeve a button from the top collar ripped off, fell unto the floor, and rolled under the bed.
"Darn that button"
Aragorn kneeled down to retrieve the button. He slid his hand under the bed and felt around for the object. After one or two attempts he managed to pull out a hairbrush and a few of Arwen's hair ornaments that were thought to be lost. He reached in one more time but instead of pulling out his renegade button he pulled out a small piece of very fine very expensive parchment rolled up with a small yellow ribbon tied in the middle.
"Now what's this?"
He took off the ribbon and opened the parchment. It was a letter for him written in very fine hand writing in dark green ink. His eyes widened as he began to read. He could not believe whom it was from. It was a letter from Eowyn all the way in Rohan. It read:
My Dearest Aragorn,
The night we spent together was spectacular. I cannot say that I haven't wanted that for longest time, to touch your rough dark skin, to press my lips upon yours, and to have you ravage my body. I have longed to have you press your body up against mine and to feel your warm embrace. When you reached over to kiss me I couldn't help but feel a tiny bit guilty about having you betray your love but that feeling quickly disappeared once you lifted me on top of you and gave me complete access to your body. Aragorn, you are the most wonderful man I have ever met in my entire life. You are every woman's dream and now that I have had a taste of you I can't imagine the rest of my life without your sweet nectar. I wish you would reconsider your life and come live with me in Rohan. I can promise you that we would live a long and happy life together. My darling Aragorn I need you. I need to be in your loving arms again. I love you Aragorn, like I have never loved any man before. My uncle will always welcome you to Rohan. You saved us and for that he is eternally grateful so living here is no problem. I know that you will come to realize that I am the perfect woman for you and that staying in Rivendell is a mistake. Please come back to me darling. I will be waiting for you.
Awaiting you lovingly,
Eowyn
Aragorn was in complete shock. He could not believe what he had just read. Just when he had finally been able to move on and forget his horrible mistake he receives this letter. Eowyn had actually had the nerve to write to him and ask him to abandon Arwen.
Arwen, Oh no! If she found this letter their relationship would be over. He couldn't let her find this letter.
Cre.e.e.e.e.k.
Aragorn heard something from behind and quickly turned around to see what it was.
Oh no! It was Arwen she had come back and she was dressed in a beautiful violet gown with jasmine flowers neatly arranged in her hair.
Aragorn panicked
"Aragorn why aren't you dressed yet?"
"Uhh I.I.I," Aragorn stuttered unable to form any words.
"What's the matter darling," she asked and gave him a look of puzzlement.
Aragorn said nothing. Then she noticed the piece of parchment that Aragorn had in his hand.
"What's that?"
Aragorn panicked again as Arwen began to head toward him.
"Can I see it?"
"No," he responded loudly and Arwen gave him another look of bewilderment.
"Please, let me see it," she said and tried to reach for it but Aragorn raised it high into the air, out of Arwen's reach.
Arwen struggled and stood on the top of her toes but alas could not reach the letter so she gave up.
"Alright then, if you don't want me to see it then I won't," she said then turned around as if she were going to leave the room.
Aragorn let out a sigh of relief and lowered his hands to his side along with the letter in his hand but when he did Arwen immediately turned around and grabbed the piece of paper out of Aragorn's hand.
Aragorn was completely shocked; he could not believe what Arwen had done but then as he came back into reality he saw Arwen looking at the letter. He quickly reached over her shoulder and grabbed it out of her hand, ripped it into little pieces and threw them out the window.
Aragorn yanked the paper out of Arwen's hands quickly and she only had time to notice Eowyn's name on the bottom of the paper, but she was worried. She had heard the name Eowyn before. She had heard her father talk about her once while they were having dinner. She was the niece of the king of Rohan, a lovely woman but not exactly the most refined. She was raised a fighter and had the spirit of a warrior but nevertheless still beautiful. She remembered that Aragorn had been in Rohan before and was sure now that he had met her and that something had happened.
Arwen became concerned and her face showed it.
Now Aragorn was worried. He knew Arwen suspected something but he didn't know what to say. Should he lie to her and continue living this life of deceit or should he tell her the truth and hope that she would somehow understand?
Arwen just stood there staring at Aragorn with her arms crossed, her face no longer looking concerned but a bit angry. Aragorn had to say something to make the situation better but he still had no idea what to say and Arwen wasn't saying anything at all, she simply stood there motionless with anger still firmly plastered on her face.
"Uhh," Aragorn struggled for words but could not find any. Suddenly it hit him; he knew now what to say.
"That letter came from Rohan," he said.
"I know that but."
"It was from Eowyn. She was writing to extend a hand of gratitude for helping to rescue Rohan from the evil white wizard. She simply wanted to say Thank you, that's all."
Arwen hesitated for a moment and then said, "Is that all? For a moment I thought that something else was going on with you and her."
"No absolutely nothing is going on between us, how could you suspect such a thing." Aragorn felt terrible lying to Arwen. The truth was that she was right. Something was going on between him and Eowyn but he couldn't tell her that, he just couldn't, it would break her heart.
"Oh Aragorn, I apologize. How could I suspect such a terrible thing, of course nothing is going on? I know you wouldn't do anything to break my heart; it's just that the moment I saw her name I thought of you and her together kissing and doing other terrible things, but you would never do that. I must be out of my mind!"
Arwen took Aragorn's hand and kissed it gently than she pressed both her hands against his chest and kissed him on the cheek.
Aragorn's cheeks turned red as if from embarrassment then he nodded his head and took Arwen's hands in his own and said, "I would never do anything to hurt you darling, I love you and only you."
Arwen smiled and nodded her head slowly in agreement. She kissed him again but on his lips this time then she turned around and headed out through the door without saying a word.
Aragorn shut the door and then sat on the bed. He let out a long wistful sigh and ran his hand through his already messy hair.
He sat there for what must have been at least an hour. He was sure that he had already missed all of dinner and part of dessert but it didn't matter, he wasn't hungry anyway, and how could he be hungry having lied to Arwen about the letter when the truth was the she was absolutely right about everything. Something was going on between him Eowyn, something terrible, something that would break Arwen's heart and almost certainly end his relationship with her.
Aragorn flopped down on the bed and placed both his hands on his face. He felt so guilty and how could he not considering all the terrible things that he had done.
"What have I done," he said in a low barely audible voice.
* * * * *
Time passed and the moon slowly rose into the night sky. Aragorn had completely lost track of time and as a result of over thinking his deception he had fallen asleep and hadn't notice when Arwen entered the room.
Arwen stood there for a moment just looking down at Aragorn. He looked so peaceful and calm. Somehow she just couldn't believe what Aragorn had told her. Though it killed her to think about it she knew something had happened between him and Eowyn but she couldn't be sure. She had to find out. She had to know the truth so she could move on but she couldn't do anything now, it was too late and everyone was probably already asleep and besides, she was really tired. She had had a really big dinner.
Arwen quietly undressed and trying not to make any noise, she slipped on her black sleeping gown. She didn't want to wake Aragorn up because he might want to do things that she wasn't really in the mood for now. She closed the window and shut the curtains and then slid under the bed covers and turned off the light. Now it was time for bed and at least for now she didn't have to worry about Eowyn or what she was going to do about her. She would worry about that in the morning.
Arwen shut her eyes and hummed an old elvish lullaby her father used to sing to her when she was younger. She soon found herself lulling off to sleep where she would dream of her perfect wedding and living happily ever after with the man of her dreams.
