A/N; A new chapter, yay! Sorry for the wait, I hope it's worth it. Reviews feed my fluff bunnies.

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Elegant Couture

It was raining.

The death of winter had given way to the rebirth of spring, and the snows had faded to rain. Everywhere flowers bloomed and plants flourished with the reawakening of nature. The fields, where so much death and destruction was seen, were glowing with bursts of green grass, finally becoming the healthy land it was meant for.

The melodic dance of rain against the window had quietly lulled Gondor's Queen into a peaceful afternoon nap. She had been sitting upon a chair, her fingers gently manipulating the knitting needles. The abandoned needlework, which was a small elven blanket, lay upon the edge of her lap.

And it was as such that her husband found her, the queenly head gently tilted to rest against the side of the chair, her hands still holding the needles, her perfect face set in a peaceful look. He gingerly picked up her craft to set aside so he could move her to the bed, but stopped when he noticed what it was. A blanket for a baby.. his eyes widened slightly and he looked to her. He was careful not to damage the knitting as he set it upon the near table, his fingers caressing the fine material. Turning back, Estel slid his arms around his wife and lifted her into his embrace, cradling her against his broad chest. She murmured something and instinctively tucked herself against him, her head cradling between his neck and shoulders.

He carried her to their bedroom and carefully lay her upon the large elven bed, trying not to wake her from her slumber.

"Estel?" She whispered as her hands gently grasped his shirt and lightly pulled on him, her head tilting as she let her eyes open slightly.

"Hmm?" He allowed her to move him down, so that he hovered just above her, his lips instinctively brushing against hers.

"Stay?" Her voice was heavy with sleep, and she let her eyes close shut again as she yawned softly.

He chuckled a bit at her, his lips pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose and then to each of her fair cheeks. "I cannot, meleth nin. I am afraid I must return to court."

The pout upon her lips was nearly enough to undo his resolve. But he silenced her whimper with a passionate kiss before tearing himself gingerly from her arms and turning to the leave the room. He hesitated as he caught a glimpse of the baby blanket.

"Arwen?" But she was already fast asleep.

He strode quickly down the hall towards his throne room, where a host of advisors and representatives awaited him. He released a harsh sigh, wishing for nothing more than to be able to curl up with his wife and sleep. But before he could ponder that pleasant thought more, he was interrupted when the door of his Steward's study burst open and the new Wife of the Steward nearly fell backwards. His eyebrows rose as he observed her unkempt appearance, her long blonde hair messed and her cheeks flushed, while her dress was in a disarray. He had to bite back the knowing grin and amused chuckle as Eowyn stumbled to stand, stared at him in sheer shock and her cheeks turned another shade of red as she began to stammer her apologies.

"Lady Eowyn, what a surprise!" He turned his amused gaze to the door she had just fallen out of, and knew it to be Faramir's study. "Visiting your husband on his break?"

"Why.. Why yes! Of course, I was --- .. Bringing him some food!" She looked as if she would surely have run from him quite some time ago if it hadn't been an absolutely rude thing to do.

"Eowyn! My Lord!" Faramir had hurriedly dashed out the doorway to find his wife but instead was greeted by the King and his wife. He stared at them both in confusion and then a state of shock and embarrassment as he realized that he had been caught. He was at least in a better state than his wife. Aragorn could only chuckle at their expressions and shake his head as he began to walk away.

"I expect you to be in meetings soon, Faramir. I do not want to suffer alone."

Eowyn hurriedly pushed Faramir back into his office and thrust the door behind her closed. "This time," She whispered hotly as his lips returned to her neck, her lithe form pressed to the hard wood of the door, "we lock the door."

So Faramir did make it to the rest of the meetings that day, if not a bit late. Aragorn was quite surprised to note that his Steward was rather well dressed, and had the king not accidentally stumbled upon Eowyn and Faramir, he would not have known anything had happened.

It was night by the time that he had finished his duties and was free to return to his bed chambers, where his wife and dinner awaited him. It had long stopped raining, and everywhere smelled of fresh air and the soft dew of the ground. It was intoxicating as the guards opened the large, heavy doors to his chambers and his senses were filled with that scent and the mixed scent of his wife.

"Have you been here all day?" He said as he removed his coat and over shirt, so that he was comfortably dressed in just a tunic and pants. She smiled up at him from her book, her place by the window reminiscent of how he had found her earlier.

"No.. I spent some time with Lady Eowyn in the gardens once it stopped the raining. We witnessed the most beautiful sunset." At her words, a slow laugh escaped his lips and he offered her his hand. "What makes you laugh so, herven?" She looked up to him as she rose to stand, and he let his gaze sweep over her form. Her skin was glowing from the fresh bath that she had emerged from only a short time before, and her ebony hair had been pulled back into a soft bun that allowed a few curls loose. He trailed his hand lazily up her arm until he cupped her cheek, his fingers brushing over the tip of her ear in slow patterns, causing a moan to escape her pillowed lips.

"I had a most interesting encounter with Lady Eowyn and Faramir today, tis all."

"And I dare not ask."

"Let us just say that it gave me quite a few interesting ideas." He grinned as he pulled her in to his arms, his lips replacing his fingers on the sensitive tip of her ear. She melted into his arms, her fingers gripping tightly to his shoulders to keep from toppling over.

"As your wife, I feel I should be privy to these ideas of yours."

"Nay, darling, I should rather leave it so you experience them rather than hear about them."

(Fair Warning; After here, it gets quite steamy. If you don't like that, or are not old/mature enough for that, then you might just want to skip the rest of the chapter. I'm going to have the next chapter out soon!)

Her cheeks flushed as she witnessed the desire in his dark eyes, and her heart fluttered when she realized it was only for her.

It was not often that the King and Queen of Gondor found their love urgent. But at that moment, Arwen felt the absolute desire to prove that they were for each other only. She could not explain what had come over her, but she whimpered when she felt him respond in the same way.

Her lips parted for a gasp of air when his had finally ceased their passionate kisses, and she found herself pressed against one of the walls of their chambers. She whimpered pleasantly as he slid his lips down her neck, his beard caressing the soft skin. His hands moved over her taunt stomach, his finger tips leaving a trail of goose bumped flesh. His large frame pressed up against her, and he used his hands to pull her night shift off. In that swift motion, he revealed his fair skinned wife and was amazed for a moment at the way the candles played shadows over her nude form.

Her small hands were eagerly pulling at his kingly attire, tearing at the tunic to get it over his head. He nearly fell backwards when he felt her hands slip beneath his waistline, and his mouth fell open in a wordless gasp. Though elves were rarely shy, especially about their bodies, Arwen was sometimes not quite as bold as she was being this evening. He growled low in his throat when he felt her fingers surrounding him, and his brain shut down. His hands held fast to her hips as she finished removing his pants, and the seductive grin upon her lips spurred him on.

All he felt was her; her arms around his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands scratching his back as he slid urgently into her. His hands gripped onto her hips, helping hold her up as he pressed her to the wall.

"Estel.." Her head fell back and her mouth hung open in a silent cry, her neck and cheeks flushed red. He was beyond words and with a sudden haste, he carried her the short distance to their bed. Her legs locked him within their grasp as they fell on to the bed.

He paused for a moment and looked down at her, his beautiful wife. Her lips were parted, her breasts rose and fell with each hasty breath, her skin was tinted red from their passions, and her eyes were locked with his. He stretched out over her, one hand supporting most of his weight as he slid his other hand under her neck and then cupped the back of her head. He lifted her so that her lips met his in a deep kiss, and in that moment she took advantage of him. Before he knew it, Aragorn was on his back with his wife straddled a top him. He stared up at her in slight shock, but it faded to the back of his mind when she slid her hands over his sculpted chest and into his hair, her lips taking hold of his earlobe and gently sucking upon it.

She moaned softly into his ear when he bucked his hips, pushing himself deeper into her. He sat up so that she was cradled in his lap, her hands gripping to his shoulders once more as she began to roll her hips. He moved his legs so that she was resting her back against his thighs, her head falling backwards with a moan. He slid his hand up her stomach as they moved their hips together, sweat building upon his brow. He leaned forward so that his lips were caressing the column of her neck, his hands undoing the bun her hair was in so that it flowed between his fingers and teased his legs.

Arwen moved her head so that it rested upon her husbands shoulder, her lips caressing the skin as her body began to tighten. With one more deep thrust, she released a cry and gently bit down on to his shoulder. He groaned when she did, and felt his body melt into hers.

They fell back together on the overstuffed down pillows, sinking gratefully into the cool fabric. Arwen sighed as Aragorn gently pulled the sheets back and then slid out of bed, crossing the room to open the doors that led to their balcony so that a cool breeze moved in. He hurried back to bed, where he tucked her in his arms and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I love you." She whispered as she rest her head upon his broad chest, smiling at the scent of him.

"I love you, too, Arwen."

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