Wow, I know, a new Troy story and an update of ToD in one day!! I'm on a roll! Actually I've been off school all week with flu so that's given me plenty of time to write...

Anyways, you may need to read the last few lines of chapter 6 to understand where we are, but then again you may not..., hmm, so.... sorry it's short, I wanted to put something up though!

right, sorry, I'll shut up now! this is for everyone who reviewed, and also kinda for me cause it was my birthday a few days ago and I'm treating myself to an update! Ok, here goes...

"Go for what?" Then she remembered. "Oh, the game. Um... mine? No, I think it's yours." She grinned and shrugged slightly. "I honestly have no idea! The thing with the honey completely made me lose track of everything..." She trailed off, eyes twinkling.

"Well, I have an idea," Aragorn said, sitting up. "One that I think will suit us both." Intrigued by his mysterious smile, Arwen looked at him, waiting for him to continue. He lowered his voice to a conspiratative whisper. "How about I tell you my most intimate fantasy and you perform it for me?" There was a glint in his eye that made Arwen shiver with sudden desire.

She swallowed. "I think," she looked at him through long eyelashes, "that is one of the best suggestions I've heard all day."

Aragorn grinned and ran his hands slowly up her bare arms, eliciting a breathless sigh from her lips. "Go on then," she whispered, barely managing to stop herself from kissing the handsome man to whom her heart belonged. "Reveal to me you innermost desires..."

Her subtle accentuation of the last word nearly undid Aragorn, and he worked hard to keep his voice even. "Oh no, meleth, we are doing this properly. You have to ask me the question first." He watched with ever-darkening eyes as she raised her eyebrows.

"Question?"

"Does 'truth or dare' ring any bells?" He was fully enjoying this blissful torture.

Her mouth formed a perfect 'O' and she blushed. "Oh, of course. Truth or dare?"

He struck a thoughtful pose. "Truth."

Arwen smiled and stroked his bearded cheek with a pale hand. "Now let me see," she said slowly in lustful tones. "What truth could I bestow upon a man who, earlier on today, had me kiss a dirty old man and then embarassed me infront of the whole town?"

"The same truth," Aragorn replied, voice low, "you would bestow upon the man who danced like a chicken for you, and licked honey from your- well, let's just say from you."

She considered him silently as her mind backtracked to those events by the river, and found herself grinning suddenly. "Alright then, you win. So tell me, melethron, what is your most intimate fantasy?"

"Oh Undómiel, you have no idea," he said, before brushing her raven hair back from her face and bringing his mouth dangerously close to her ear. "No idea at all," he told her sucking gently on the pointed tip, before revealing all in a deadly whisper.

With every word he spoke, the shocked expression on Arwen's face grew until she started to giggle. She would repeat odd words as he whispered to her, in an incredulous voice. "Naked?... Rope?... To the bedpost?... With my tongue?... Is that physically possible?... How long?... Estel!..."

By the time he finished his explanation, they were both trembling with desire, though Arwen believed this was also due to their closeness and how their hands had begun to wander over each other.

Aragorn traced her perfect lips with his thumb before stealing them in a fiery kiss. When he drew back, looking at her became painful, torturous even. He closed his eyes in a vain attempt to gain control of himself, and when he opened them, Arwen was looking at him with such open passion that if he had been standing, his knees would have given way beneath him.

"Now it's your turn to ask me," she said, unable to keep the smile from her voice.

Aragorn found himself cursing his Elven wife - how could she stay so in control when he was in pieces at her feet? He swallowed and drew on every ounce of strength he possessed. "Truth or dare?"

They were both surprised at how level his voice was. Arwen smiled. "Dare."

"I dare you to perform- Oh Valar, forget it!" Suddenly he flipped her over onto her back and kissed her the best he knew how, hands rushing to remove her dress. She had tortured him long enough. Now it was payback time.

cerridwenevereven: thank you, the bears feel appreciated, as well they should! aah, my grandma's ok... shes a tough old bat... (if that sounds mean, you've obviously never met my grandma!)anyways, hope you like this! hugs

Valia Elf: I like prettyful! I said to cerridwen, if you've ever met my grandma... aah she's ok really! hugs

FireOpal: bows in return thank you! hmm, I would write a fluff filled, over commercialised version of one of those interesting ideas, but I have a) not the time and b) not the ability... maybe I should levae it in your more than capable hands... or not!! ;)

Viviana: me? talented? are you sure?! lol! aw thank you, that was so lovely, I missed it too!

Dark Borg Drone: more is here! hannon lle!

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ME132: i can imagine that wasn't terribly pleasant... poor you... ok Aragorn's fantsay... I couldnt actually bring myself to write it..... I'm sorry.... but I hope you can read this (I saw your profile pasge) and like it!

luv24alias: thank you!

Strider's Girl: I know what you mean about embarassment! thanks!

I-rox: thank you!

Malethwen: I hope you're not dead! sorry it took so long to update!

nessa: interesting and creative... thank you!

Lady Alathon: thats two of you I hope I haven't killed! Oh, don't we all... and I know exactly what I'd use mine for... ;)