Title: A winters night ball

Author: B-witched83uk (bwitched83uk@aol.com)

Rating: PG-17

Summary: Aragorn and Arwen are still not speaking, can they make things up before he leaves?

Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Lord of the rings' the whole of Middle Earth belongs to Tolkien.

A/N: I have taken some time off from writing due to the fact that I started to suck at it lol. I hope this is ok, it's the final chapter and filled with fluff and angst (oh no!) I'm sorry that I left my two on going fics for so long, and on the second from last chapters, I didn't mean to be cruel. Hope you like this one.

Chapter 5

A healing wound

Elrohir and Aragorn looked at each other, a pitiful silence between them. Love it seemed, had dealt them both a cruel blow these past few weeks. Elrohir had not been able to stop thinking about Wendele, he doubted very much it was love, but it hurt non the less. He glanced at his foster brother and sighed heavily. How exhausting it must be to love someone so wholly, so completely. His own hurt was nothing to how he felt at seeing his friend so beaten, as though in morning or a love long lost.

"Estel if you do not talk to her before you take leave of this place, you will always regret it."

Aragorn turned and nodded, his handsome face twisted with aching. "I know, I just do not know what to say to make it better, to ease her woes."

Elrohir stood up and walked over to Aragorn, he rested his hand over his heart and smiled. "Speak from here, and you can not go wrong."

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Elladan walked in to Elrohir's study, moments after Aragorn had left. He looked at his brother through knowing eyes as he sat upon the dark oak desk.

"Today it a sad day indeed. It would seem everyone is leaving us." He smiled grimly, taking the book from Elrohir's hands and placing it face down on the desk.

"So it would seem. Let us hope that Estel can make it up with our little sister before he goes." Both brothers nodded silently, knowing how strong their love was.

"Estel was blessed with a silver tongue, like you, I'm sure he will be able to talk his way out of it." Elladan leaned forward, forcing his brother to look him in the eye.

"Wendele leaves today also." Instantly he noted how wide Elrohir's eyes got upon hearing her name. "But I am sure you already knew that."

Elrohir nodded slowly, trying to look anywhere but at Elladan. "She is a charming young lady, I'm sure you will see her again." He clenched his hand and unclenched it, without even realising he was doing it.

"No I don't think I shall see her again." He paused and smiled warmly at his twin. "But you could, if you wanted to."

Elrohir stood up, picking up his book and moved to the window. "Perhaps our paths will cross again, who knows." He gazed out at the tumbling waterfalls that surrounded the last homely house.

Elladan laughed and came to stand beside him. He placed his hand on his shoulder gently. "Brother, this is me giving you permission to peruse Wendele. Not that you need it, but I know your loyalty runs deep and you would not follow your heart without my blessing."

Elrohir looked at him shocked, his eyes went sad and he looked down at the floor. "She wants you." Their eyes met again and both felt an uneasy wave flood them. "No brother, I thank you for your blessing, but it is in vain. It was not meant to be."

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Arwen's entire body tensed as he entered her room. The deep blue drapes were blowing in the breeze, the smell of honey suckle filled the room and a deathly cold hung in the air. Before he had even reached her, at the window where she sat, she could smell him. His very human, manly aroma, the smell that always made her body ache. She closed her eyes as his footsteps grew nearer.

"I am leaving soon." His voice was even deeper then usual and she bit on her lower lip, hoping to tame the pulsing that flooded her.

"I hope you journey is safe Aragorn." She didn't turn to see him but he could hear the hurt in her voice, however masked by the cold. Aragorn was taking deep breaths trying to ease his thrumming heart, his palms were slightly sweaty, and he kept licking his lips. His chest felt as though it were closing in on him, restricting his breathing and choking itself in to a knot.

He walked to stand behind her, resting his hand on her shoulder. His hands were firm and it was all she could do to stop herself from moaning aloud at the shear strength of them. A tightening in her chest made it almost unbearable to breath. Arwen didn't turn to face him, she was afraid to, she was afraid that her mask would drop and he would see how hurt she was by the way that they were being with one another. To Arwen it felt as though she were talking to someone she once knew, once loved but had not seen in a painfully long time.

When Aragorn came to stand in front of her, dropping to his knees before her, she felt the stinging of tears in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. A flash of anger showed in his own eyes as he felt all that he loved slip away form him.

"Arwen, I could never love anything, anyone the way that I love you, how can you not know that? When I am away from you I long for you, my body aches to touch yours. I dream every night of holding you, feeling your heart beat in to my chest. But having you here, before me, and yet so far away is much worse, for I can see all that I am missing. I have loved you since the first time I saw you, I dared not believe that you were real, I was afraid for I knew I only had one heart to loose." He took several breaths before he continued, his eyes burning in to hers.

"I knew from that moment on that you would be my undoing, that every thing I did, every choice I made it would all be for you, and it has. And to have you look at me this way, with such coolness and unfeeling, it is braking my heart Arwen. Please I beg of you, do not brake my heart, for I fear I will need it. You have touched me so deeply, you have touched my soul and it hurts far worse then any blade." Single tears were running down his face as he spoke to her, Arwen barely able to hold her Elven composure.

"I can not lose you Arwen, for what am I without you? I am nothing I am just a man, asking you to hold me, asking you to love me the way you once did." His hand slid up to rest on her knee and she took in a deep breath, which sounded more like a sob. Aragorn's voice was suddenly horse, like the words were being ripped, painfully, from his throat.

"Do not send me from your side in doubt, do not let me leave for war not knowing that the pain I feel at loving you is returned. I need you Arwen, I can not do this without you. Only you can save me from the man I will become. I finally know now, the one difference between me and my ancestors, the reason I can succeed where they had failed. It is you Arwen, you are the difference, your love will make me in to the man that I must become to face all that I have to. Tell me you love me Arwen, please, for I am not strong without it." He licked the tears from his lips and gazed up at her expectantly.

Arwen moved his hand from her knee and stood up abruptly. She loved him fiercely, she knew she would never stop. But the hurt that she felt at seeing him look that way at another had not left her and it would not leave her anytime soon. Aragorn came to stand in front of her. She extended her hand and wiped his tears from his handsome face. Her heart felt Sharp waves of pain go through it and her entire chest tightened. Forcing herself to look at him she swallowed down all the pain, to a place that only she could see.

Arwen stared at him through her dimmed, empty blue eyes. "I hope your journey will be a safe one." She hid her pain well and showed no emotion whatsoever.

He swallowed hard and leaned towards her. Kissing her forehead gently he closed his eyes tightly. Arwen too closed her eyes, to stop the tears from escaping.

"I'll see you in a few months." Aragorn's tone was that of a defeatist as he moved towards the door, wishing desperately that she would look at him. Aragorn looked so beaten and helpless that Arwen's heart twisted painfully. All he wanted to do was take her in his arms and cover every inch of her skin with kisses, it felt as though his heart was being torn from his chest, still beating.

The second the door closed behind him, Arwen slumped to the floor, tears burning a path down her cold cheeks. She clutched her chest as though she were dying and sobbed openly in to the heavy void she now felt.

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Elladan walked in to Elrohir's room, he walked with an anger that had grown from love.

"Where were you? You didn't even come to say goodbye to her. She has gone Elrohir, she left here believing that you were too busy to fare her well." Elladan's eyes flew to the bed. A large bag, filled with clothes and food was sitting upon it, various items scattered about, waiting to be packed away.

"Where are you going?" He frowned, never had his brother gone anywhere without him. "Elladan, where are you going?"

Elrohir placed the final items in to his bag and pulled the ties shut. "I am going to Lothlorien, I will be there a while."

Elladan laughed and shook his head in disbelief. "Well thank you very much for the notice. I have a lot to do before we can go, I haven't packed, I will need to get some food, unless you have packed enough for the both of us." He walked towards the door, about to go in search of his belongings when Elrohir placed his hand upon his shoulder.

"Not this time Elladan, this time I must go alone." He saw the confusion and hurt on his brother's face.

"But you never go anywhere without me. We do everything together." His face frowned, he didn't like this, he didn't like this one bit.

Elrohir took his brother in a strong hold and kissed the top of his head roughly. "And we will again. I just need some time alone, time to think. I will be back before you know it, then we can go back to the way things were. You tricking me in to one of your scams." Elladan laughed, but it was weak, like pain was drowning it.

They shared a look, an understanding. Elladan nodded and wished his brother a safe journey. "I told you this would be a sad day, with everyone leaving me." His face suddenly went from sad to frightened. "Oh no. I will be stuck here alone with Arwen, all lovelorn and heart broken." He pulled a disgusted look and both the son's of Elrond laughed whole heartedly.

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"Thank you again lord Elrond." Aragorn nodded to his foster father, who in return clasped his shoulder. They were stood at the borders of Rivendell, under the cloak of twilight. All that were still present I Imladris had come to see him off.

Aragorn took the reins of his horse from a young Elf stable hand. He turned to look behind him, to make sure that she hadn't come. She hadn't. He sighed heavily and hitched his backpack higher on to his shoulder. He felt as though the only place he would find comfort was in death, and maybe if he was lucky, this war would see to that. He walked through the gates of Imladris with a heavy heart, Elrond, his sons and their guests watching him as he left.

"Estel."

He turned sharply, letting go of his horses reins. Arwen! She was running towards him, holding her dress up from the ground. Tears were streaking her face as she ran with all her might. Elrond looked at his daughter and shook his head, why could she not have done this when they didn't have so many guests.

Aragorn let the back pack drop to the floor with a thud, suddenly feeling light headed. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, he couodnt believe she was nearing him. He ran to meet her, amidst all the well wishers. He ran as fast as he could, not able to go another second without holding her.

His arms found her body and he pulled her close to him, almost crushing her to his frame. She hid her face in his hair and her arms flung around his neck, sobbing as his hands stroked her back. The entire world seemed to slip away as he held on to her as though he would never let go. She breathed him in and they both felt a violent shudder go through her.

He tilted her head to look at him, slowly he kissed each tear from her face, a feeling of torturous bliss washing over him. When his mouth found hers, gently at first, Elrond nodded to his sons and to his guests, before turning and walking away, back to the last homely house.

The others followed Elrond, leaving the two lovers to their privacy. Aragorn's mouth melded with Arwen's, moaning as his tongue found hers. She tasted sweeter then he had remembered, full of summer fruits.

She pulled away to look at him, her face still damp, her lips slightly swollen.

"Forgive me, I almost let my pain push you away. I will never make that mistake again." She sobbed, looking in to his eyes. Aragorn smiled and brushed the hair from her face.

"I would forgive you anything." His mouth captured hers again, this time with all the passion that their hearts felt. She clung to him, unable to let him go, she could never let him go, she knew this now. This was truly to be her doom, and she embraced it with open arms.

And so we come to an end, finally, I hope you have enjoyed this story, thanks for sticking with it. X

Galadwen19: I'm glad you found the Wendele/Aragorn bit so funny (but it was actually your idea) lol

The Last Evenstar: I don't know who Dick Cheney is (Guess it's an American thing?) I'm sorry that your cravings are getting worse, I have the perfect cure for that though… re-read you favourite ones.

The Converted: I hope you aren't implying that Wendele is a Mary Sue of me? lol. Yes I subconsciously wrote Elladan to be just like Jason, he forgives me. I'm glad you have convinced your mum that you aren't crave, but you still have a lot of convincing to do where I'm concerned. And in defence of Viggo, aka heaven on earth, It was cold! He was nervous! And I love him anyway!

Grumpy: Are you happy now? He gave her the speech and it worked. Poor Elrohir, I feel guilty at leaving it like that, maybe I'll have to write another one to make him happy.

ME132: So sorry your grounded, you wont be able to read this for a while, aww. Thank you again for the drawings x

ThePrincess04: Thank you I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Daisy: That's good to know lol. Yes snow is wonderful, as long as you are inside beside a roaring fire.