Title: The End Has Come.
Author: B-witched83uk )
Rating: R
Warning: This chapter is rated R for pretty minor memories of love making. It is not described in detail and is pretty tame.
Summary: Gondor's royal family have their final adventure together.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. The whole of Middle-earth belongs to Tolkien.
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A/N: Sorry this chapter was posted later then I told some of you it would be. I went out to dinner with my entire family. I felt like I had walked on to the set of My Big Fat Greek Wedding. But to make up for it, there is a nice Aragorn/Arwen moment for you all.
A/N2: If I were to tell you I was writing a slash fic with Aragorn/Arwen/Frodo/Sam you would probably think 'aww poor Sadie, she obviously lost a bet.' Nope, I made a deal, I sold my soul for a picture and now I have to live with it.
Chapter nine
Still Feels Like The First Time
Aragorn turned over in his bed, coming to face his sleeping wife. He reached out a hand and let it glide freely over the soft skin of her face. "im meleth lle, ind nín."
A silent sigh escaping her slightly parted lips, made his heart twist in an almost painful way. She was an angel, a goddess, his Queen. And, oh, how he loved her, how he worshiped her and adored her.
She had glided in to their room this night, wearing a soft silk nightdress, the colour of roses. She had kissed him tenderly and lay beside him in their bed, the bed they had shared for many years. They had made love slowly, savouring each and every feeling, every sensation. Love poured from every part of them, gentleness and passion combined.
They both knew that it would not be long until their bodies were gone from this world, but they also both knew that their love would live on, for there was nothing stronger in all of Arda. Whispered endearments and fevered pleas had filled the air, charging it with pure heat.
To Aragorn, it still felt like their first night together. The only difference was that he loved her even more now. Arwen had been chaste the night of their wedding, when he took her softly and loved her with his body. They had met with a desperate hunger for one another.
Arwen's face became amused as she watched him. "Your hands are trembling," she told him softly, her voice betraying and showing all the need and nerves inside of her.
He walked a little closer to her and looked upon her with so much love that his heart felt fit to burst. "They hunger to touch you."
Aragorn felt shudders wrack his body at the mere memory, still fresh in his mind. He let his hand slide from her check, down to the base of her neck, desperate to feel the pulsing beat there, the telltale sign of life.
"On the fair hill of Cerin Amroth I gave you my heart and my soul." He watched her as she slowly exposed herself to him. "Now I give you my body.
"You are beautiful." There were no other words to describe the woman before Aragorn.
Arwen smiled as he pulled her into his arms, looking deeply into his eyes she replied, "So are you."
Aragorn's heart had all but stopped as Arwen laid down on the bed before him and asked him to come to her. They were both so desperate to complete their union.
She lifted her head so that her mouth was right by his ear and whispered, "Show me the stars."
His spine tingled at her words
"I love you, Arwen, with all that I am."
Together they had explored each other, worshiping and adoring. He had shown her the love he felt for her. Pure heaven had been seen that night; the stars, the moon and all that was blissful and divine.
That night he had laid awake, much like he did now, simply watching her, frightened that if he closed his eyes, she would disappear, and the passion and love they had experienced would have all been a dream.
Arwen sighed again, this time louder, and unconsciously moved into his arms. He smiled softly, a silver tear escaping his eye. How could he say goodbye to this being of pure love? How could he leave her in a world without twilight?
"I will love you, my darling, with my very last breath."
Legolas found himself sitting on the highest branch of an oak tree, a place he once felt soothed in. Nothing could sooth him now, nothing could take the pain. He remembered a dream he had had, about Galadwen's final moments. He could not lose her, he would die, he would wish for nothing other then to die beside her. He couldn't heal her, no one could, yet he couldn't stand by and watch her diminish. He wasn't ready to say goodbye to her yet, he wasn't ready for her to leave this world.
Many years ago, in the world of men, Legolas Thranduilion had given her his heart and soul, along with a promise of a mortal life. Galadwen had told him that she wished for nothing more then to live and die in Minas Tirith, surrounded by those whom she loved.
In Valinor she would be healed, in both body and mind. But that would mean leaving Gwydion, and Legolas knew that she would rather die as his mother then live apart from him.
The longer Legolas sat there, the clearer it became to him. He was selfish, and why shouldn't he be? He refused to sit there and watch the woman he loved fall into shadow, decaying before his very eyes. She would live, he would see to it. If it meant the ending of the world, she would live.
The wind blew softly through the library in Imladris, distributing the dried leaves across the floor and causing a gentle scratching sound to echo through the room. Elrohir placed his book down on his desk and walked through the door that lead to the top floor foyer. Rivendell was still beautiful to look upon, yet had lost its magic glow.
He stopped before a mural, painted on the wall. Eagles flew out of a mountain of fire, carrying two small figures.
Elrohir closed his eyes. It hurt to remember such times, it hurt to do anything nowadays. Every breath he took seemed to be laboured.
Aye, but did he miss Elladan, he even missed the juvenile tricks he would play, and drag Elrohir into as well. Living without Elladan had been like half-living, half-dead.
In his heart, Elrohir knew he would not last much longer. They must make their choice. Arwen had made hers long ago. In truth, she had made it the very day she met Aragorn. Now it was their turn. To stay and remain mortal until death took them, or leave for Valinor to be again with family and friends? Elrohir was desperate to see them again, to feel free and alive once more. Yet he knew that if Elladan decided to remain in Middle-earth, he would stay with him, for to die a mortal with his soul complete was better then to live an eternity, only half-alive.
He walked on to the large balcony, overlooking the once-splendour of Rivendell, now wilting softly in the winter of its life. He closed his eyes and focused on his twin, connecting their souls and minds once more.
'Elladan.' He projected his thought all the way to Gondor, to his brother. He hadn't attempted to far speak with Elladan in a long time. 'Elladan.'
Elladan walked between the silver trees, glinting in the dying sun. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply the scent of wet woodland. Was there anything better?
'Elladan.'
Elladan stopped dead in his tracks, closing his eyes at once. He knew that voice anywhere.
So time had finally run out. 'Brother?' Elladan focused on sending back his thoughts, speaking to Elrohir using telepathy.
'Yes, it is me.'
'I have been waiting for this. It is time, isn't it?'
'I am afraid that we have not much time left.'
'Tell me what I should do, and I will do it.'
'I cannot tell you that, gwanunig; you must decided what is best for you. We cannot make this choice separately, it is something we must face together.'
'Then I shall leave for Imladris as soon as spring breaks. Elrohir, I-'
'I have missed you too, gwanunig.'
TBC
ILuvCarbyFuz: I cant possibly give you a clue without giving the game away. Be patient, I promise you, you will find out a lot more about them in the next few chapters.
Cerridwen-Evereven: This chapter wasn't sad right? And it had Aragorn/Arwen fluff.
ThePrincess04: Thank you I'm glad you liked it. Yes it was sad, but I'm afraid Ithiliwen's end has come.
DreaminofLorien: Oh no, I didn't mean to make you cry. Maybe you should stop reading, cos it gets even sadder in later chapters. Actually no, keep reading, there is also some nice fluff.
The Converted: I love all the new stuff on the website. Your reviews aren't crap, they are the longest I get and the most entertaining. Are you trying to insinuate that I based Ithiliwen and Estelai on me? I'm more like Estelai but only a little. I guess there is a little me in all my characters.
Yrch Monger: Stay away from me you freak, I already have enough stalkers lol. Your bad Cassie, I actually believed it was real until Jenny foiled your evil plan. Grrrr.
Viviana: I hope I satisfied you Aragorn/Arwen craving. They will appear more in the next half of the story.
Angel of the Night Watchers: Well Bilbo went to Valinor and he isn't an Elf. Galadwen is like 1 quarter Elf and she is married to a pure Elf, and Prince, and her grandfather is Elrond and her great grandmother is Galadriel, the Queen of Elves. I talked it over with The Last Evenstar, the resident Tolkien encyclopaedia, and she agreed that they would let Galadwen go to Valinor.
EbonyBeach: I laughed when I read your review. A few people have said they like my Legolas better then the one in the movies. Ha, take that Peter Jackson! I think it is just cos I show a side of him that didn't come through in the movies, his husband/father side, which of course he wasn't during LOTR. I'm glad you like him, there will be some fluffiness between the two later on.
ME132: I'm sorry buttercup, nut she has to die, she is old. And Eldarion sleeping with an old woman is just creepy. I will give a good warning when the actually D chapter comes up ok, not that you haven't already read the first half of this fic. I miss you too.
Queen Arwen: I didn't mean to make you sad, I'm sorry. I hope you recovered Troy ok, I hope Cassie didn't do too much damage.
