Title: For the love of a Princess
Author: B-witched83uk (bwitched83uk@aol.com)
Rating: R (for the second chapter)
Warning: This fic is rated R for a reason, please do not read this if you are underage.
Summary: Set as an interlude during No turning back. Aragorn and Arwen share some tender moments in Rivendell as Legolas and Galadwen fight to control their longings for one another.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings the whole of Middle Earth belongs to Tolkien
A/N: It has been so long since I have enjoyed writing, I started to see it as a chore. This was a joy to write, I have decided I am better at writing painful love, so now that all my characters are living happily ever after I decided to write this interlude.
Dedication: Viggo Mortensen, for making it so easy to write love scenes from Arwen's POV.
Inspiration: Last night I watched Brief encounter, an oldie but a goody. Also the songs I listen to when writing. If my fics had their own soundtrack this is how it would sound.
Evenstar TTT soundtrack
My Immortal Evanescence
For the love of a Princess Braveheart soundtrack
Kissing you Dessre
Watermark Enya
Requiem of a dream TT trailer
For the love of a Princess
Chapter 1
Watching stars without you
Legolas walked through the forests of Imladris. The sun was rising over Rivendell and it almost seemed to glow in the Autumn light. His hollowed heart had been grieving since that night in Minas Tirith,. The night of Eldarion's wedding, the night his soul had died. She hadn't come down to breakfast this morning, he hadn't expected her to. Legolas knew Galadwen too well, she would undoubtedly inform her husband that she was too sick, from last nights storm, to attend breakfast. His eyes closed as he remembered the way she had looked at him.
For years now, the longest years of his life, he had lived in the knowledge that she had moved on with her life, she had found a new love. But the look in her eyes, as she gazed up at him through dampened eyelashes, told him all he needed to know. There was so much love in that look, love and fear and anger.
The night he had meet her again was one he could never forget. He had been walking, making his way to Lorien, when he came upon the river Nimrodel. Beside the river was the most beautiful sight he had ever beheld, and coming from someone who had lived as long as he, that was saying something. For long moments he simply stood, enchanted by her voice and breathless from her face. He moved closer to the woman, a slight amusement etching his face as he realised he must know who this maiden was, for how could such a creature exist without his knowing.
He startled her out of her song and she instantly flushed at the way he was looking at her. As soon as she introduced herself Legolas felt his stomach lurch. How could he not remember the way that Galadwen looked? Certainly it had been years since their last meeting and she was but a child then, but she had the same eyes, the same grace of innocence surrounding her. Only now she was a woman, a beautiful woman standing before him.
It did not take her long to recognise the Elven Prince, and once she had a weight was lifted from Legolas' heart. He knew from that moment on that he should turn around, head home and never turn back, but her eyes rooted him to the spot. He knew she would be his undoing, after all these years it would be her that would brake his heart.
They had spent the rest of the day talking, remembering times spent together. When night had fallen he had taken her to a clearing in the wood, a place he had visited many a time for its sheer beauty.
Galadwen had not looked at him once during their walk, intent on studying her feet. Later as they arrived at the clearing, she had spoken boldly about the way she had felt about him, about the deep affection she felt towards him since childhood. He had never felt so uncomfortable and yet so at peace in his long life.
He had kissed her that night, more to stop her pain then anything else. Yet once his lips had found hers, he found that they were warm and soft and he could not pull away for the life of him. It was then that he told her he could never give her what she wanted, and left them both heart broken.
It had been five years since they had last met, on the day of Eldarion's wedding. A bitter sweet understanding between them. And now here she was, staying in the same place as he, close enough to touch. He had hurt her badly, he could see it in her eyes. If he had of known the love she still felt for him, then he would never have let her go through with this sham of a marriage. But as it was, she was tied to another man and there was nothing he could do about it.
Legolas walked back towards the house, his face set in pain, and almost missed Arwen as she sat on a bench in the main courtyard.
Arwen smiled at Legolas letting him know her sympathy for her friend and daughter. She felt uneasy, as though some great pain was hanging above all their heads, something yet to come. Legolas smiled back at her briefly before walking in to the house. Her thoughts then went to her own love story, the pain and the passion. All the hurt of love they had caused one another had now ended. They had fought for their love, which they alone knew the strength of, and this was their reward. To be together, to watch their children grow up and make the same mistakes as they.
Arwen may be mortal now but she had not lost her sharp Elven senses. She heard her husband's heavy footsteps long before he approached her. She could smell the flower he held in his hand. However she still had the good grace to feign delighted surprise as she looked up to see the white rose being held in front of her face.
"Is that for me?" She turned slightly to see the man holding the rose. Her Aragorn, her everything.
He grinned at the love he saw radiate from her eyes and couldn't help but tease her. "Well I picked it for Legolas." He nodded in the direction of the house, where Legolas had just gone. "But he didn't want it."
Arwen giggled and turned further still, as he placed the flower behind her ear and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned up and captured his mouth in a tender kiss. Placing her hand against the roughness of his cheek, she sighed in to his open mouth, tasting him, devouring him. He swallowed her contented sighs and held her tightly against his body, his hand sliding in to the dark waterfall that was her hair. Her lips were warm and soft and unbearably inviting. He could feel the strain in his breeches and the hot prickle of his skin begin. Would this woman ever know the full extent of blissful pain she put him through?
Reluctantly he pulled his mouth away from her, still holding her body close. He took in the drugged look in her eyes, almost black with desire. Her lips were slightly swollen and moist from the assault of his mouth. She was beautiful, truly beautiful. As he observed her he felt himself grow more uncomfortable and damned away the day for being so young. Why could it not be night already so they might retire to their own chambers for the relief they both so clearly needed.
Aragorn closed his eyes and gently shook his head. "Don't ever kiss me away from our own chambers like that again."
"Why?" She giggled, her lovely face unmarked, unlined.
Aragorn opened his eyes again and looked at her with all seriousness. "You have no idea the effect your kisses have upon my body."
Arwen laughed harder, nuzzling his neck. She licked slowly up the stubbled deliciousness and whispered in to his ear as her hand rested at the top of his thigh. "Oh but I do my darling."
At the intimacy of her voice he pulled his head back to look at her. Her eyes were almost wet with emotion as she looked lovingly at the man she had given everything for.
"I love you Dunadan." She leant in to him, her mouth an inch from his, her voice a whisper of choked emotion. "With all my heart."
His mouth came back down to hers, slowly and tender. He felt a tear fall from under her eyelid dripping on to his cheek and he pulled her closely, comforting her. He knew that the single tear she shed was not simply out of her love for him, he knew there was something more to it then this, but he also knew better then to try and force her to talk to him about her feelings. He would wait, he was good at that. After all, he thought about the woman he was now finally able to call his, good things come to those who wait.
