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I wonder if there is a baby Gap of Rohan?
Where is the fluff?...Right here!
A winters night ball
Elladan and Elrohir walked slowly through the gardens of Imladris continuing their earlier conversation about Arwen. Elladan, so confident and mischievous and Elrohir, so thoughtful and reserved.
"She is lost, what with Estel being away for so long." Elrohir tried to stick up for his sister's recent tendency to withdraw.
"She needs this ball tonight, it will be something to lighten her recent mood." Elladan picked a leaf from the wintered tree and twiddled it between his fingers. "She seems to have lost her sparkle, she confessed that she has been having dreams, dark dreams of the shadow growing in Mordor."
Elrohir nodded and sighed as he noticed his old friend Legolas trying to hide from the clatter inside Elrond's hall. "Preparations for the winter ball are still going on I take it?"
Legolas walked over to the twins and shook his head. "Lord Elrond has taken to hiding in his study, it would seem the party has gotten out of hand, even by his standards."
Elladan laughed and decided it was probably best if they kept walking away from the hall. "Have you seen Arwen today? We are worried about her recent dark mood."
Legolas looked at the ground sheepishly, he would not brake her confidence, not when she so clearly needed to be left alone.
"No I have not seen her today, perhaps she is helping with the ball."
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Lord Elrond sat in his study, reading a journal of his father's. Every now and then his eyes would wonder to the courtyard, where he knew his daughter was supposed to be. It saddened him greatly to see her pained, and be helpless to comfort her. Aragorn was away more and more of late, joining his ranger companions to fight against the fret of Mordor. Elrond loved Aragorn like a son, he had raised him since he was but a babe of two years.
He remembered, fondly, the day Gilraen brought him to Rivendell, soon after his real father was killed. Elrond had the gift of foresight, he had seen, when he looked in to the child's eyes, that his journey back to the throne would be a long one, with many trials. He saw, too, that the boy would fall for his daughter and she in return would forsake her Elven life to be with him. Beyond that, however, Elrond could not see and ending to their love story.
He saw pain, death and war, but nothing good. How could their love survive against all odds? No, the Elves were beginning to leave this land and make for the grey havens, and should Arwen chose to stay, then she would have only death waiting for her. No matter how much he loved them both, he knew that their safety was far more important then their happiness. He would have to find a way to keep them apart, and in time, hopefully, they would forget the love they once shared.
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Arwen's face was saddened as she walked beside the river. Some dark fret was hanging over the heads of all beings in middle Earth. Sauron's spirit was back and her Estel had gone off to fight the good fight. She had expected him home weeks ago, the last she had heard, from a ranger from the North, Aragorn was making his way home, back to Rivendell, back to her.
She closed her eyes and pictured the ball, she really wished she could simply retreat to her room to be by herself and her thoughts. She missed Aragorn with every single moment of every single day, this time of evening was the worst. Twilight, when the day crossed to night, it was the time of day they would get to spend alone, holding on to each other and their hopes.
She desperately wished this war was over, so that Aragorn could take his place as King, then they could be wed and she would never again have to know the pain of being separated from him.
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Lord Elrond sipped from his glass of wine, as he observed the ball in full swing. He kept a keen eye on his daughter, as she stood alone by the large oak doors. His heart broke for her, for he knew what it was to miss the love of your life. His wife had passed to the undying lands many years ago, and every day that passed he felt the sting a little more. He would see her again though, he knew that as fact, yet if Arwen was to follow her own heart then he would have to say goodbye to his beloved Evenstar.
Arwen stood, darkly, in a gown of deep indigo, she was watching the many couples as they took to the dance floor, jealous of how closely they got to hold one another, when she could not even see Aragon.
"Do you wish to dance?" Elrohir took her hand and patted it gently.
"Oh, I do not feel much like dancing, just stand here with me?" She smiled gratefully at her brother, whilst trying to see where the other one had gotten to.
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"Have you ever seen such beautiful stars?" Elladan leaned forward and brushed the young maiden's hair behind her ears, purposefully brushing over the delicate point. "Have I told you how lovely you are looking this evening?"
The young Elf smiled shyly and looked up at the stars. "They do seem to shine brighter here in Rivendell."
"They pale compare to your beauty."
To Elladan, this was sport, a little flirtation, perhaps a kiss good night, he knew not to take it any further then that and dishonour both his family and hers. He picked a flower from the vines, that were growing up the walls, and placed it behind her pointed ear.
"Would you like to go for a walk? Behind the waterfall there is a very secluded spot with a beautiful view."
The young maiden suddenly frowned at him. "You go there often, do you?"
Elladan laughed nervously and tried to cover his slip up. "I go there to be alone, to write poetry. I have never shared that view with any other before."
The maiden's heart leapt and she smiled warmly, once more. "Oh Elladan, you are so sensitive and honest."
Elladan nodded coyly and brought her hand up to his mouth. If, later on, she asked to see some of his poetry, he would simply borrow some of Elrohir's.
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Inside the ball, Arwen laughed as Elrohir told her all about Elladan's latest fancy. She marvelled at how the twins, two people so alike in appearance, could be so different in life. Elladan was the one she used to go to when she wanted a bit of fun, get in to a bit of mischief. Where as Elrohir was her closest confidant, the brother she shared her deepest fears and hopes with.
Suddenly, Arwen took in a deep breath, as her senses begun tingling. She looked out of a window and was moon light stream through, but that was all, she wasn't sure what but she sensed something. Someone was coming. Her face lit up as she realised who.
"Estel."
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Aragorn , having left his horse in the stables, was now making his way toward the hall. He longed for rest, but he longed for Arwen more. Sweet sounds of Elven music flooded the courtyard, an almost intoxicating melody.
"The hero returns!" Elladan yelled from the courtyard as he saw Aragorn approach him from the South. Elladan, completely forgetting about the young maiden, walked over and hugged his foster brother tightly.
"Welcome back brother."
"Thank you" he breathed as he swallowed down some air. He had ridden non stop from Bree, both he and his horse were looking worse for wear and desperately needed to meet with sleep. But Aragorn could not, not yet, not until he had seen her, touched her, kissed her. "Where is Arwen?"
Elladan smiled, knowing full well they would be the first words to come out of his mouth, as he pointed towards the hall. "Follow the music."
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Arwen smiled politely as she talked with her father and his friends. They were stood at the top of the stairs, that led down to the ball room, discussing how the robins had been scarce this winter. Arwen did not hear a single word they were saying, she simply remembered to nod every so often. She constantly scanned the room, wondering if her would come straight to her or if he would wait until morning. She desperately hoped it would be the first.
Her sharp ears pricked up, as both the large oak doors swung open. Instantly her heart started beating faster and she knew it was him. She turned with a wide smile on her face, all of Elrond's guests turned too, to look at the scruffy mortal who had intruded on their elegant evening. He was beaten and bruised, but still as handsome as ever. Her heart leapt to see him standing so near.
Arwen tried for a few seconds, to remain composed and remember that she was the Lady of Rivendell, but as his eyes scanned the room before finally resting on hers, all memories of her heritage left her mind. She set off at a run down the stairs, careful not to trip on her long dress. She ran across the hall, past open mouthed guests and straight in to Aragorn's arms, who picked her up and held her close to his weary body.
He held on to her with every ounce of strength that he had, crushing her body against his, Smelling her hair and taking all of her in. When finally he put her down and they pulled apart, they looked deep in to each other's eyes. He brought his hand up to stroke down her cheek before nuzzling his nose against hers.
"Have you missed me?" She smiled coyly, her hand pressed firmly against his chest.
"You have no idea." His mouth came very close to hers, before remembering that they were not alone.
Aragorn stepped away from her, her hand in his, and looked at Lord Elrond, who was now making his way towards the couple.
"Welcome back Estel, I trust you are wearied from your travels. Why don't you go and rest, we will see you in the morning."
Arwen's face fell as her eyes pleaded with her father not to send him away without her. Elrond smiled at his daughter, defeated, and nodded. "Arwen why don't you take him to his room."
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Once outside, in the courtyard, Aragorn grasped Arwen and brought his mouth crashing down on to hers. His tongue moved against hers, causing her to moan in to his mouth. His hands slid up her back and in to her dark, silken hair. The couple kissed with all the need they had felt since his departure. When finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled away, he kissed her brow, making her smile.
They hadn't even noticed the snow that had begun to fall, coating the ground, making it even more beautiful. When Aragorn noticed her shiver her removed his cloak, and wrapped it tightly around her.
"Arwen-"
She placed the tips of her fingers over his mouth, effectively silencing him. "Do not speak, for I fear what you might say."
He took her hand in his and kissed her finger tips, his eyes never leaving hers. "The war is coming. It has already begun."
Arwen looked at the ground. "Your not staying."
It killed him to see the hurt on her face, a hurt that he had caused. "I can not stay for long. There is too much hatred in this world, too little time to undo it all. I am needed elsewhere, I must fight for all that is good in this world, or we shall never be together."
Arwen nodded slowly, her eyes still glued to the floor. She knew he must leave, to fight for all that is true, but it didn't make her feel any better about it. Aragorn slid his fingers underneath her chin and raised her face to look at him. "I am fighting for you Undomiel, I am fighting for honour, nothing else could tear me away from you."
A slight smile graced her lips as she looked in to his eyes and saw naught but love there.
"Let us simply enjoy the time we do have together."
He wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her in to him. His mouth brushed over hers, before capturing her in a passionate kiss. His hands gently slid over her back, creating a new kind of warmth. Arwen sighed softly in to his mouth as she begun to feel that all to familiar sensation spreading down her body. How she had missed him, missed this closeness, she never wanted to let him go.
One of her hands was massaging the back of his neck, whilst the other slid down to the small of his back.
Aragorn pulled away as he was weary and afraid of not being in complete control of his body. He chuckled as he looked at Arwen, he eyes still closed and a look of sheer bliss etched on her lovely face. He cupped her face, making her eyes open and focus.
"So, are you going to take me to my room?" He winked and treated her to a wicked grin, making her heart melt. She took his hand and began walking inside.
Once at the door of his chamber, he kissed her again and had to remind himself that he could only resist her to a certain extent. Her arms flung around his neck and she leaned in to him, with her whole body. Aragorn smiled, pleased to see that she had missed him as much as he had missed her, and gently unhooked her arms from him. He held both of her hands in his and kissed them each in turn.
"Happy to have me back?" He let go of her and opened the door, stepping inside.
"You have no idea." She smiled seductively, before turning and walking to her own room.
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I wonder if there is a baby Gap of Rohan?
Where is the fluff?...Right here!
A winters night ball
Elladan and Elrohir walked slowly through the gardens of Imladris continuing their earlier conversation about Arwen. Elladan, so confident and mischievous and Elrohir, so thoughtful and reserved.
"She is lost, what with Estel being away for so long." Elrohir tried to stick up for his sister's recent tendency to withdraw.
"She needs this ball tonight, it will be something to lighten her recent mood." Elladan picked a leaf from the wintered tree and twiddled it between his fingers. "She seems to have lost her sparkle, she confessed that she has been having dreams, dark dreams of the shadow growing in Mordor."
Elrohir nodded and sighed as he noticed his old friend Legolas trying to hide from the clatter inside Elrond's hall. "Preparations for the winter ball are still going on I take it?"
Legolas walked over to the twins and shook his head. "Lord Elrond has taken to hiding in his study, it would seem the party has gotten out of hand, even by his standards."
Elladan laughed and decided it was probably best if they kept walking away from the hall. "Have you seen Arwen today? We are worried about her recent dark mood."
Legolas looked at the ground sheepishly, he would not brake her confidence, not when she so clearly needed to be left alone.
"No I have not seen her today, perhaps she is helping with the ball."
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Lord Elrond sat in his study, reading a journal of his father's. Every now and then his eyes would wonder to the courtyard, where he knew his daughter was supposed to be. It saddened him greatly to see her pained, and be helpless to comfort her. Aragorn was away more and more of late, joining his ranger companions to fight against the fret of Mordor. Elrond loved Aragorn like a son, he had raised him since he was but a babe of two years.
He remembered, fondly, the day Gilraen brought him to Rivendell, soon after his real father was killed. Elrond had the gift of foresight, he had seen, when he looked in to the child's eyes, that his journey back to the throne would be a long one, with many trials. He saw, too, that the boy would fall for his daughter and she in return would forsake her Elven life to be with him. Beyond that, however, Elrond could not see and ending to their love story.
He saw pain, death and war, but nothing good. How could their love survive against all odds? No, the Elves were beginning to leave this land and make for the grey havens, and should Arwen chose to stay, then she would have only death waiting for her. No matter how much he loved them both, he knew that their safety was far more important then their happiness. He would have to find a way to keep them apart, and in time, hopefully, they would forget the love they once shared.
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Arwen's face was saddened as she walked beside the river. Some dark fret was hanging over the heads of all beings in middle Earth. Sauron's spirit was back and her Estel had gone off to fight the good fight. She had expected him home weeks ago, the last she had heard, from a ranger from the North, Aragorn was making his way home, back to Rivendell, back to her.
She closed her eyes and pictured the ball, she really wished she could simply retreat to her room to be by herself and her thoughts. She missed Aragorn with every single moment of every single day, this time of evening was the worst. Twilight, when the day crossed to night, it was the time of day they would get to spend alone, holding on to each other and their hopes.
She desperately wished this war was over, so that Aragorn could take his place as King, then they could be wed and she would never again have to know the pain of being separated from him.
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Lord Elrond sipped from his glass of wine, as he observed the ball in full swing. He kept a keen eye on his daughter, as she stood alone by the large oak doors. His heart broke for her, for he knew what it was to miss the love of your life. His wife had passed to the undying lands many years ago, and every day that passed he felt the sting a little more. He would see her again though, he knew that as fact, yet if Arwen was to follow her own heart then he would have to say goodbye to his beloved Evenstar.
Arwen stood, darkly, in a gown of deep indigo, she was watching the many couples as they took to the dance floor, jealous of how closely they got to hold one another, when she could not even see Aragon.
"Do you wish to dance?" Elrohir took her hand and patted it gently.
"Oh, I do not feel much like dancing, just stand here with me?" She smiled gratefully at her brother, whilst trying to see where the other one had gotten to.
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"Have you ever seen such beautiful stars?" Elladan leaned forward and brushed the young maiden's hair behind her ears, purposefully brushing over the delicate point. "Have I told you how lovely you are looking this evening?"
The young Elf smiled shyly and looked up at the stars. "They do seem to shine brighter here in Rivendell."
"They pale compare to your beauty."
To Elladan, this was sport, a little flirtation, perhaps a kiss good night, he knew not to take it any further then that and dishonour both his family and hers. He picked a flower from the vines, that were growing up the walls, and placed it behind her pointed ear.
"Would you like to go for a walk? Behind the waterfall there is a very secluded spot with a beautiful view."
The young maiden suddenly frowned at him. "You go there often, do you?"
Elladan laughed nervously and tried to cover his slip up. "I go there to be alone, to write poetry. I have never shared that view with any other before."
The maiden's heart leapt and she smiled warmly, once more. "Oh Elladan, you are so sensitive and honest."
Elladan nodded coyly and brought her hand up to his mouth. If, later on, she asked to see some of his poetry, he would simply borrow some of Elrohir's.
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Inside the ball, Arwen laughed as Elrohir told her all about Elladan's latest fancy. She marvelled at how the twins, two people so alike in appearance, could be so different in life. Elladan was the one she used to go to when she wanted a bit of fun, get in to a bit of mischief. Where as Elrohir was her closest confidant, the brother she shared her deepest fears and hopes with.
Suddenly, Arwen took in a deep breath, as her senses begun tingling. She looked out of a window and was moon light stream through, but that was all, she wasn't sure what but she sensed something. Someone was coming. Her face lit up as she realised who.
"Estel."
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Aragorn , having left his horse in the stables, was now making his way toward the hall. He longed for rest, but he longed for Arwen more. Sweet sounds of Elven music flooded the courtyard, an almost intoxicating melody.
"The hero returns!" Elladan yelled from the courtyard as he saw Aragorn approach him from the South. Elladan, completely forgetting about the young maiden, walked over and hugged his foster brother tightly.
"Welcome back brother."
"Thank you" he breathed as he swallowed down some air. He had ridden non stop from Bree, both he and his horse were looking worse for wear and desperately needed to meet with sleep. But Aragorn could not, not yet, not until he had seen her, touched her, kissed her. "Where is Arwen?"
Elladan smiled, knowing full well they would be the first words to come out of his mouth, as he pointed towards the hall. "Follow the music."
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Arwen smiled politely as she talked with her father and his friends. They were stood at the top of the stairs, that led down to the ball room, discussing how the robins had been scarce this winter. Arwen did not hear a single word they were saying, she simply remembered to nod every so often. She constantly scanned the room, wondering if her would come straight to her or if he would wait until morning. She desperately hoped it would be the first.
Her sharp ears pricked up, as both the large oak doors swung open. Instantly her heart started beating faster and she knew it was him. She turned with a wide smile on her face, all of Elrond's guests turned too, to look at the scruffy mortal who had intruded on their elegant evening. He was beaten and bruised, but still as handsome as ever. Her heart leapt to see him standing so near.
Arwen tried for a few seconds, to remain composed and remember that she was the Lady of Rivendell, but as his eyes scanned the room before finally resting on hers, all memories of her heritage left her mind. She set off at a run down the stairs, careful not to trip on her long dress. She ran across the hall, past open mouthed guests and straight in to Aragorn's arms, who picked her up and held her close to his weary body.
He held on to her with every ounce of strength that he had, crushing her body against his, Smelling her hair and taking all of her in. When finally he put her down and they pulled apart, they looked deep in to each other's eyes. He brought his hand up to stroke down her cheek before nuzzling his nose against hers.
"Have you missed me?" She smiled coyly, her hand pressed firmly against his chest.
"You have no idea." His mouth came very close to hers, before remembering that they were not alone.
Aragorn stepped away from her, her hand in his, and looked at Lord Elrond, who was now making his way towards the couple.
"Welcome back Estel, I trust you are wearied from your travels. Why don't you go and rest, we will see you in the morning."
Arwen's face fell as her eyes pleaded with her father not to send him away without her. Elrond smiled at his daughter, defeated, and nodded. "Arwen why don't you take him to his room."
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Once outside, in the courtyard, Aragorn grasped Arwen and brought his mouth crashing down on to hers. His tongue moved against hers, causing her to moan in to his mouth. His hands slid up her back and in to her dark, silken hair. The couple kissed with all the need they had felt since his departure. When finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled away, he kissed her brow, making her smile.
They hadn't even noticed the snow that had begun to fall, coating the ground, making it even more beautiful. When Aragorn noticed her shiver her removed his cloak, and wrapped it tightly around her.
"Arwen-"
She placed the tips of her fingers over his mouth, effectively silencing him. "Do not speak, for I fear what you might say."
He took her hand in his and kissed her finger tips, his eyes never leaving hers. "The war is coming. It has already begun."
Arwen looked at the ground. "Your not staying."
It killed him to see the hurt on her face, a hurt that he had caused. "I can not stay for long. There is too much hatred in this world, too little time to undo it all. I am needed elsewhere, I must fight for all that is good in this world, or we shall never be together."
Arwen nodded slowly, her eyes still glued to the floor. She knew he must leave, to fight for all that is true, but it didn't make her feel any better about it. Aragorn slid his fingers underneath her chin and raised her face to look at him. "I am fighting for you Undomiel, I am fighting for honour, nothing else could tear me away from you."
A slight smile graced her lips as she looked in to his eyes and saw naught but love there.
"Let us simply enjoy the time we do have together."
He wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her in to him. His mouth brushed over hers, before capturing her in a passionate kiss. His hands gently slid over her back, creating a new kind of warmth. Arwen sighed softly in to his mouth as she begun to feel that all to familiar sensation spreading down her body. How she had missed him, missed this closeness, she never wanted to let him go.
One of her hands was massaging the back of his neck, whilst the other slid down to the small of his back.
Aragorn pulled away as he was weary and afraid of not being in complete control of his body. He chuckled as he looked at Arwen, he eyes still closed and a look of sheer bliss etched on her lovely face. He cupped her face, making her eyes open and focus.
"So, are you going to take me to my room?" He winked and treated her to a wicked grin, making her heart melt. She took his hand and began walking inside.
Once at the door of his chamber, he kissed her again and had to remind himself that he could only resist her to a certain extent. Her arms flung around his neck and she leaned in to him, with her whole body. Aragorn smiled, pleased to see that she had missed him as much as he had missed her, and gently unhooked her arms from him. He held both of her hands in his and kissed them each in turn.
"Happy to have me back?" He let go of her and opened the door, stepping inside.
"You have no idea." She smiled seductively, before turning and walking to her own room.
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