Title: For the love of a Princess
Author: B-witched83uk (bwitched83uk@aol.com)
Rating: R
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: I only slightly Mary sued here. And it wasn't characterisation just dialog.
Dedication: Jason, thank you for the words x.
Chapter 2
My soul cries
Legolas stood under the fading trees, doing nothing but watch the moon make its way from east to west. He was trying to waste as much time as he could, what did he care, he had an endless supply of the damn thing. Galadwen's husband had been called away earlier in the day and had set out for the village of Bree. For a long time Legolas had stood in the courtyard, simply looking up at her window, trying to stop himself from going to her. He knew the longer he stayed here, the worse it would be for them both in the long run, but he could not make himself leave. He couldn't resist the desire to stay and embrace the pain that he felt by loving Galadwen.
Now in what he thought to be a solitary place, Legolas let all the pretence go. He faced the agony he had lived in these past few years, and let it all wash over him in one hit. A hand reached in to his chest, tearing, clawing. His lungs contracted, his breathing quickened. He unconsciously dug his fingernails in to the palms of his hands, trying to focus the pain elsewhere.
The night had become his favourite time of day. Where he had always lived in the sun, now he despised it. In the day time it was harder to hide, the darkness comforted him slightly, his pained expression could not be judged or wondered at. He felt his throat tighten as he remembered her mouth. The night had been cold and wet and her skin was tender and pale. But her mouth, her mouth had never once lost its rosebud colouring or its honeyed taste.
Legolas turned around quickly, sensing someone was behind him. All feeling, all emotion he had ever known meant nothing then as he saw her soft face in the moon's glow. "Galadwen."
Her name on his lips was like poetry, a balm that soothed. He felt nothing but serenity, a blissful calm.
She studied his loving eyes for but a second before turning to leave, knowing that to stay would be the biggest mistake she could possibly make. Faster then a cat, Legolas' hand reached out to grab her arm. She gasped at the hunger, the pain he was coursing had created. Her eyes fluttered closed as she savoured the feel of him touching her. There were no words between them, there was no need for them. They both knew how the other felt and they both knew there was nothing either one of them could do about it.
Legolas moved even closer to her, his fingers resting under her chin, causing her eyes to lock with his. It was at this moment they both knew, they knew what they were about to embark upon. Never could they know each others love to the full extent, never would Galadwen brake the vows she made to Lothvain. Legolas would not love her so much if she were not so pure of heart. They both knew that they could not say goodbye for a second time in their lives, the first had brought too much pain, and now after everything the feelings had only grown. To say goodbye now would be sheer agony. An unspeakable torture growing from the inside, turning all that was good and pure inside of them bitter and rotten.
They knew that they were about to hurt everyone, including themselves, but they could not stop it. Never would their relationship be physical, but emotional and spiritual. It was enough, it was better then nothing, it was far more then Legolas had dared to hope for. She took a step forward and fell in to his arms, her head resting upon his chest. His arms tightened around her lithe body, afraid to ever let go. They also knew that this could not go on forever, sneaking around to find comfort in one another's arms, and that it would be best and sensible to distance themselves from each other.
They knew all of this and yet it all seemed worth it. He breathed in the floral scent of her hair and felt a desire run through his body that he knew she could not quench, he could never ask her to.
How long could they live like this? Resisting temptation and indulging themselves in this fantasy, that for a few moments, here and there, they belonged to each other.
"Galadwen I lov-"
"Don't speak." Galadwen placed her hand over his mouth and felt an aching go through her lower body at the feel of his moist breath on her hand.
"Do not speak. I can not bare to hear it, knowing sooner or later your arms will fall from my body and I will have to return to my chambers, alone and cold."
Legolas slowly nodded, taking her hand from his mouth and pressing little kisses to the tips of her fingers. She wondered to herself why fate was so cruel, why it had brought them both here. Why she was exposing her heart to the very man who had broken it, a long time ago. It had never fully healed and now she knew it never would. He was like a drug,. Though she knew he was bad for her, she knew it would result in more pain further down the road. Yet she could not stop it, for it felt so achingly wonderful to be in his arms, in his life, that she was prepared to risk everything she had for this brief interlude.
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Arwen sat at her vanity table, removing the braids from her hair. When she began to run her fingers through it, trying to remove any tangles, she felt her husband's breath on the back of her neck. Aragorn leaned down, taking her hands in his, and kissed her check so softly it almost tickled. She smiled as she took in his appearance in the mirror. Aragorn was shirtless, in the middle of readying himself for bed. When he let her hands go, he moved to her hair, running his roughened fingers through the silken wave. He smiled as he heard her sigh contentedly, and put more pressure behind his fingers. Leaning back against him her eyes fluttered close.
"That feels wonderful." She whispered, making Aragorn lean closer to hear her. Once he was satisfied that the tangles had gone and his wife was relaxed he lifted her from the chair. She giggled and squirmed in his arms, as she looked up at his mischievous grin.
"Elessar put me down you fool." She smiled up at him, feeling his strong heart beat under the firm skin of his sculpted chest. When he placed her on the bed she almost regretted asking him to do so, the feeling of loss was too great as he walked to the other side of the room.
She raised herself on to her knees and looked at him, feigning sorrow. His smile widened and he raised his eyebrows at the wanton look in her eyes. Never was she more beautiful then when flushed with desire. He decided to make her wait, quite content to simply watch her…for now.
"Come here." She held out her hand for him to take, but he didn't. She looked slightly shocked and hurt. Never had her husband turned her down, surely this was a game of some sort. He laughed as he saw the open confusion in her eyes.
"Can you pour me a drink darling." He asked turning his back on her, pulling off his boots, to conceal his wicked grin.
Arwen shook her head, getting off of the bed and walking over to the table in the corner. "Of course my love, anything else? Perhaps after I hand you your drink you would like me to drop to my knees and kiss your feet?" She pretended to feel taken for granted but it was only pretend, the truth was she enjoyed doing things to make him happy, such as fetching him a drink.
He turned to face her, his mouth curled up at the sides, and stared down at her with a burning fire. "No darling, of course not. Not my feet anyway." His eyes tried to hold hers but she could help but let her own eyes glance down to the stiffening front of his breeches, unable to stop her tongue from darting out to wet her lips. Despite herself, despite that fact that they had been married for years, she still couldn't help the blush that coloured her cheeks. Aragorn laughed as he walked over to her, taking her in his arms.
Arwen hid her face in his neck, radiating an intense heat, and slid her hands over his smooth back. He placed a kiss to the top of her head, making her lips feel slightly jealous. She lifted her head and nuzzled softly against his lips. This time she was in charge of the kiss. They're tongues battled for dominance, both trying to gain control of the situation. Both were pleasantly surprised when it was Arwen who won, usually giving in to her need first. Aragorn had moaned and sucked her tongue right in to his warmth, allowing her free reign of his mouth, as her hands gave themselves permission of free reign of his body.
Her hands explored his back and chest, then the front of his painfully tight breeches. He looked some what disorientated when she pulled back form him, her hands dropping to her sides. Now he would know the state his kisses left her in, the blissful pain his hands could create. She smiled at him gently, running a cool hand over the heat of his neck.
She leant in to him, restraining his hands from roaming over her body and whispered in to his ear. "Do you like the feel of my mouth?"
"Yes." It was somewhere between a whisper and a growl.
Arwen licked her tongue over his ear lobe, before moving to look him in the eyes. "Where would you like it next?"
Aragorn groaned and pulled his arms free of her grasp. He crushed her against his body as he forced his mouth on to hers with an urgency he hadn't felt in a while. Allowing themselves to fall back on the bed, Arwen held his face tightly in her hands, clasping his mouth to hers.
"I'd like you to make love to me now my Dunadan." She softly said between kisses.
He smiled at her through drooped eye lids. "It would be my pleasure.
