A Night in the Hammock
By juliet's rose
Standard disclaimers apply.
Chapter 4: Daylight
Daylight had come. The yellow light spilled through the trees, casting mystical shadows across the grass. Aragorn and Arwen made their way down the path that they had come up the previous night, hands intertwined. Both were going extra slowly, reluctant to head back into the company of others.
Suddenly, Aragorn stopped. He pulled Arwen towards him with his grip on her hand, and when she was merely centimeters away, he enveloped her mouth with his in a breathtaking kiss. Literally. Arwen, who wasn't objecting, began to feel dizzy after about half a minute or so of passion. She broke away and felt her knees tremble, glad that Aragorns steady arms supported her.
"And what did I do to merit this?" she asked sweetly.
Aragorn barely heard her. Her Elven beauty, discussed by many and rivaled by none, never failed to render him speechless, but this was something else all together. He felt so in tune with her, as if they were strings of the same instrument. A raven lock fell into her face, and with infinite care and love in his eyes, he tucked it behind her ear. His hand didn't leave her face. It moved to stroke her neck. He suddenly became aware that Arwen had asked him something and, not knowing what the question was, he said the first thing that came into his mind.
"I love you."
Arwen gasped, tears appearing out of nowhere, suddenly lurking at the corners of her eyes. Her love was looking straight into her soul, his face grave, intimate, caring, loving. A thousand thoughts flew through her head as she gazed right back.
"Oh, Aragorn, I love you too!" she said, really crying now. Aragorn's half solemn features changed in a split second, his mouth changing into a wide smile. He picked his elf maiden up in his arms, twirling around with her as she laugh-cried. He couldn't remember in his life ever feeling so content, so complete, so...whole.
Arwen smile was so wide that her cheeks hurt, and yet she couldn't stop.
Oh yes, things certainly could get better.
-END_
A/N: Well, there we go. The end! Yay! Now, please press the review button and tell me if it was good, bad, or ugly. (. Also, I'd appreciate future fic ideas...
Standard disclaimers apply.
Chapter 4: Daylight
Daylight had come. The yellow light spilled through the trees, casting mystical shadows across the grass. Aragorn and Arwen made their way down the path that they had come up the previous night, hands intertwined. Both were going extra slowly, reluctant to head back into the company of others.
Suddenly, Aragorn stopped. He pulled Arwen towards him with his grip on her hand, and when she was merely centimeters away, he enveloped her mouth with his in a breathtaking kiss. Literally. Arwen, who wasn't objecting, began to feel dizzy after about half a minute or so of passion. She broke away and felt her knees tremble, glad that Aragorns steady arms supported her.
"And what did I do to merit this?" she asked sweetly.
Aragorn barely heard her. Her Elven beauty, discussed by many and rivaled by none, never failed to render him speechless, but this was something else all together. He felt so in tune with her, as if they were strings of the same instrument. A raven lock fell into her face, and with infinite care and love in his eyes, he tucked it behind her ear. His hand didn't leave her face. It moved to stroke her neck. He suddenly became aware that Arwen had asked him something and, not knowing what the question was, he said the first thing that came into his mind.
"I love you."
Arwen gasped, tears appearing out of nowhere, suddenly lurking at the corners of her eyes. Her love was looking straight into her soul, his face grave, intimate, caring, loving. A thousand thoughts flew through her head as she gazed right back.
"Oh, Aragorn, I love you too!" she said, really crying now. Aragorn's half solemn features changed in a split second, his mouth changing into a wide smile. He picked his elf maiden up in his arms, twirling around with her as she laugh-cried. He couldn't remember in his life ever feeling so content, so complete, so...whole.
Arwen smile was so wide that her cheeks hurt, and yet she couldn't stop.
Oh yes, things certainly could get better.
-END_
A/N: Well, there we go. The end! Yay! Now, please press the review button and tell me if it was good, bad, or ugly. (. Also, I'd appreciate future fic ideas...