A Night in the Hammock
By Ms. Elijah Wood
Disclaimer: Tolkien was an amazing writer and created all characters. I don't make $$ off these.
Note to readers: My fanfics are based on both the books and movies; as I am a great fan of both.
Chapter 2: The Hammock
She led him up the valley for a while, and it had been about half an hour when they paused for breath. The sky was velvety blue-black now, with a slight breeze that blew all traces of clouds away. Aragorn looked at Arwen, the moonlight on her, in her, around her and he felt his heart swell with compassion and love.
Once they reached the stopping-place, a small clearing that overlooked the twinkling lights of Rivendell, she stopped. Leading him off the path, she grabbed his arm and brought him to their destination.
A delicate grove of silvery trees illuminated in the moonlight was the location of a hammock. Intricately woven with Elven rope, Aragorn could tell upon first glance that Arwen had brought him to her favorite resting spot.
Her eyes glinted somewhat mischievously as she said,
"Have you ever laid in a hammock, my Lord Aragorn?"
His eyes met hers with a smile, and he said,
"Only once, when I was but a child fostered here in Rivendell, did my mother show me a hammock like this in her chambers. However, I was not allowed to lie in it, because the hammock was a special gift to my mother from her husband, my father Arathorn. She wanted to preserve it as long as possible."
Arwen laughed, saying, "Then it will be my pleasure to introduce you to your first night in a hammock."
He raised an eyebrow comically at her suggestive tone, and then formally took her arm, leading her to sit down. To his surprise, she insisted that he first sit down. A little confused, but very good-naturedly, Aragorn sat. And suddenly found himself on the ground, with Arwen looking down at him, laughing with mirth.
"I see that you will need instruction, my dear Estel."
She lifted him up (for Arwen was no weakling, no matter how slender and beautiful she was) and kissed him lightly, enjoying the feel of his lips against hers. Carefully placing her wait in the middle right of the large hammock, she lowered herself down, swinging slightly. She urged him to do the same.
"Only go slowly, Aragorn, or you could find yourself on the ground with an elf on top of you, which I warn, is a very dangerous position."
Aragorn smiled slyly, and the next thing Arwen knew, she was on top of Aragorn, lying under the hammock. Giggling, the elf rolled over next to him, laying her head on his chest.
Aragorn spoke mock-seriously, "My dear lady, do pardon me, for this Ranger has no ill intent."
Arwen raised herself on her elbows, looking into his face. Smiling a half smile, she said, "That may be true. However.you have yet to discover the nature of the intentions of this elf maiden!"
Aragorn grinned at her, sitting up and pulling her into a warm embrace.
Reviews, please.where should I lead this..?
By Ms. Elijah Wood
Disclaimer: Tolkien was an amazing writer and created all characters. I don't make $$ off these.
Note to readers: My fanfics are based on both the books and movies; as I am a great fan of both.
Chapter 2: The Hammock
She led him up the valley for a while, and it had been about half an hour when they paused for breath. The sky was velvety blue-black now, with a slight breeze that blew all traces of clouds away. Aragorn looked at Arwen, the moonlight on her, in her, around her and he felt his heart swell with compassion and love.
Once they reached the stopping-place, a small clearing that overlooked the twinkling lights of Rivendell, she stopped. Leading him off the path, she grabbed his arm and brought him to their destination.
A delicate grove of silvery trees illuminated in the moonlight was the location of a hammock. Intricately woven with Elven rope, Aragorn could tell upon first glance that Arwen had brought him to her favorite resting spot.
Her eyes glinted somewhat mischievously as she said,
"Have you ever laid in a hammock, my Lord Aragorn?"
His eyes met hers with a smile, and he said,
"Only once, when I was but a child fostered here in Rivendell, did my mother show me a hammock like this in her chambers. However, I was not allowed to lie in it, because the hammock was a special gift to my mother from her husband, my father Arathorn. She wanted to preserve it as long as possible."
Arwen laughed, saying, "Then it will be my pleasure to introduce you to your first night in a hammock."
He raised an eyebrow comically at her suggestive tone, and then formally took her arm, leading her to sit down. To his surprise, she insisted that he first sit down. A little confused, but very good-naturedly, Aragorn sat. And suddenly found himself on the ground, with Arwen looking down at him, laughing with mirth.
"I see that you will need instruction, my dear Estel."
She lifted him up (for Arwen was no weakling, no matter how slender and beautiful she was) and kissed him lightly, enjoying the feel of his lips against hers. Carefully placing her wait in the middle right of the large hammock, she lowered herself down, swinging slightly. She urged him to do the same.
"Only go slowly, Aragorn, or you could find yourself on the ground with an elf on top of you, which I warn, is a very dangerous position."
Aragorn smiled slyly, and the next thing Arwen knew, she was on top of Aragorn, lying under the hammock. Giggling, the elf rolled over next to him, laying her head on his chest.
Aragorn spoke mock-seriously, "My dear lady, do pardon me, for this Ranger has no ill intent."
Arwen raised herself on her elbows, looking into his face. Smiling a half smile, she said, "That may be true. However.you have yet to discover the nature of the intentions of this elf maiden!"
Aragorn grinned at her, sitting up and pulling her into a warm embrace.
Reviews, please.where should I lead this..?