Sorry it took so long! I've been really busy! But anyways, it's here now... Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Tolkien owns it all.... boo hoo.... not fair...... but he was nice guy so I'll let him off!

Rating: This only hints at things, so I didn't change the rating from PG-13.... to think it might have been R - I do not have such a dirty mind! winks

Dedication: Cerridwen LaLa - for being Cerridwen LaLa! And huge thanks to Dark Borg Drone who gave me the idea for this chapter, and also ME132 for the idea of the other half of this chapter!

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Anyway... Let's go......

The Truth Of His Love

Aragorn observed his wife for a minute before saying, ever so calmly, "I think I'll take a truth." Was it disappointment he'd just caught on her face? It disappeared as soon as it had come.

She looked at him for a few moments before deciding on a suitable truth. Maybe she'd drop the revenge, leave it until later when he requested a dare. There had been a question, she realised, that she'd been wanting to ask him for ages, though she never had got round to it. Of course she knew the answer, but it was reassuring to hear it from him every so often.

"How much do you love me?"

Aragorn let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding. After what he had just got his wife to do, he was almost certain she would have asked him something terribly embarassing and humiliating. But instead she had, unwillingly, given him an oppurtunity to turn the tables.

He looked at her and a small smile came to his lips. "Do you really want to know?"

She nodded, curiosity and innocence on her beautiful face. "That's why I asked you."

He said nothing for a few minutes, thinking how to use this oppurtunity to the best of his advantage. After a long silence, Arwen's look suddenly disappeared, and all thoughts of anything else slipped from her mind.

"You cannot answer me!" She said accusingly, pulling back from his embrace.

Seeing her hurt look, Aragorn quickly realised he should not have hesitated for so long. "Meleth, I-"

"You what? You couldn't think of the right words? Don't give me that!" Tears sprang to her eyes, and she turned to run before she made an even bigger fool of herself.

Strong arms slipped round her waist, preventing her from escaping. She struggled furiously, angry that he couldn't even tell her how much he loved her.

Suddenly that thought vanished as the breath was taken from her lungs in a drowning kiss. Her feet were lifted off the floor as her husband caressed her, and soon she couldn't remember why she was angry in the first place.

"Meleth, you are right," Aragorn said softly and he placed her gently on her feet, wishing the pain in her eyes would disappear. He hated to see her hurt, least of all when it was by him, however unintentionally. "I will never be able to put my feelings for you into words. I thought you knew that."

She simply stared at him. Slowly she shook her head, tears falling from her crystal eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I- I do know how you feel. It's just nice to hear it aloud once in a while." She shrugged slightly and he smiled.

"I love you, Arwen Undómiel," he kissed her softly then said, "More than you can ever imagine. And I would rather die than see you hurt. I'm sorry, I really can't explain it." He grinned boyishly and Arwen found herself laughing suddenly. "What?"

"Nothing," she said, stroking his bearded cheek, mentally hitting herself for being so foolish before. Of course he loved her, she knew it like she knew her own name.

"You're not satisfied with my answer, are you?" Aragorn asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Of course I am," she said, noticing the way his arms tightened around her and wondering what was to come. She knew he was about to do something she wouldn't like, and she was anxious to find out just what it would be.

He shook his head, still grinning, and suddenly took her hand and dragged her off up the street.

"Where are we going?" She asked, a nervous smile on her face.

But she got no answer.

"I declare with the power bestowed in me, in front of all the witnesses present, that I love my wife! And if any of you should ever see her looking down - which I sincerely hope will never happen, or there's something I'm doing wrong in the bedroom which she's lying to me about! - remind her of my declaration and tell her to smile. Thank you!"

The assembled crowd cheered as the King stepped down from atop the makeshift podium and kissed his crimson wife with so much obvious devotion that they averted their eyes.

Arwen was shocked, to say the least. And she didn't think she'd ever been as embarassed in her life as she was now. She wanted to yell at her husband for doing what he'd just done, ensuring she'd not be able to leave the palace for weeks without the gossips commenting on their King and Queen's bedroom antics. She wanted to hit him for embarassing her infront of the whole Upper Citadel, and she felt her face would burn off when he kissed her like he just had. But most of all, she wanted to make mad, passionate love to him.

Which she couldn't do, due to lack of avaliable bedrooms. And it aggrevated her even further.

But when her husband had pulled her to the relative quiet of their garden, the look of utter innocence on his face melted her heart and she found herself laughing with him, her spirit lifted by the realisation that he really did love her as much as he said (or tried to say) he did.

They collapsed onto the grass and when their laughter abated, Aragorn leaned over his wife and kissed her much like he had in the Citadel; but as they were completely alone he allowed himself a bit of artistic license, and gave his hands reign of the perfect body beneath him. Arwen moaned into his mouth, telling him that she approved of his 'art techniques'. She unfastened his shirt with ease and ran her hands over his sculpted chest as he covered her neck and shoulders with kisses.

There may not have been any beds available, but the grass was good enough.

Sometime later, Arwen began to speak as Aragorn fastened her dress, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I'm sorry about before."

"What?" He asked, turning her to face him. "When you were in such a rush to get my trousers off you ripped them at the seams?" Indeed this had been the case, and now he wouldn't even leave the garden to get another pair for fear of being seen.

Arwen blushed. "Well, I am sorry about that, but that's not what I meant." She looked down at his chest. "I'm sorry I doubted you. I know you love me. I- I don't know what came over me."

He lifted her head and looked into her sapphire eyes. "I did think it was out of character, like a mood swing or something." A wary look came to his face and he held her at arms length, looking her up and down. "You're not pregnant, are you?"

Arwen laughed softly. "No, melethron, I don't think so." He looked so relieved - in his opinion five children under the age of ten was plenty enough to be getting on with - that Arwen couldn't help but add, "Maybe after that," she gestured to the grass where they had lain, "Things may have changed."

He looked at her in horror, which made her laugh even louder. "Relax," she said, kissing him on the lips. "I'm sure it didn't happen."

His expression softened and he pressed his forehead to hers. "It's just- well, I do love our children, they mean the world to me, but I don't think I could face another just yet."

"Me neither," she agreed, smiling at her husband.

Suddenly his face changed and a grin spread across his face. "I've just remembered something."

When he offered no more, Arwen raised her eyesbrows. He kissed her, a wicked glint in his eye for the second time that day. "Truth or dare?"

Sunshine: lol RooRoo bear interefered with this aswell as RaaRaa bear! so its a bit of an overdose! hehe yup, good memories a plenty! Wouldn't it be nice?!?! big hugs

Valia-Elf: wow I get to be on your favs list? I feel honoured! ps Salad fingers rocks!!!!

sielge: glad you liked it! thank you!

ME132: well, there's one of your ideas... hope I did it justice! aah, giddy grins are good! I get them every time I turn on the computer and see you-know-who on my desktop! yummy! Its moments like those when you really hate Arwen, isn't it?! thank you!

Queen Arwen: was this soon enough?! Sorry it took so long! I had the choice of writing this or an english essay... obviously I chose this!

Dark Borg Drone: Wooh, loved the idea! thank you so much, mellon nin!

luv24Alias: thank you, I hope this was fluffy enough!

danni: well, the longer the better! thanks!

Malethwen: wow thank you! It's here, don't shoot!

Strider's Girl: He chose truth, calm down! thank you!

Nobody: well, whoever you are, I loved your review! cheers!