Well, this truly is the end now, there's no epilogue for the epilogue I'm afraid.

Thank you all so much, you've all been so supportive and friendly to me. I have loved every minute of this story and I hope you have too. Look out for more A/A stories coming your way, particularly one I'm planning to put up at Christmas called Mistletoe - it will be fluffy (or so I'm hoping!).

Thanks go to:

Cerridwen: well, if by 'after-ending chapter' you meant epilogue, then yes, of course you can have one! otherwise, I have no idea what the hell you're on about! the sexy one forever! :D hugs

Vaila-Elf: sorry, cheese just will not do... I want biscuits! mah, anyways! Yeah, bling! hehe! you are too kind, seriously, all those adjectives - 'beautiful, fluffy, amazingly written, touching, funny, luvly' - not that they're true, but I forsee at least an A for you in gcse eng. lang.! :)

viviana: you are such a great reviewer, I love getting your reviews! I was good yes, here is your epilogue!

gabby: wow I'm glad you liked it!

lindahoyland: aah entertaining is good! I'll miss it too!

Crimson Kommando: if 'this section' if A/A then I'm already here, or if you mean humour I am planning to stay for a while! thanks!

dani-celebrindel: I don't know about a sequel, but I'll certainly have more stories!

Liregon: oh I SO want to be Arwen! even though she's amazing, sometimes you just have to hate her, don't you?!

FireOpal: woah, you'd better not be cheering because its over young lady! and I don't think I wanna know about the rope just yet either! I'm so young and innocent.... maybe! ;)

Silivren-Shadow: well, I'm glad you like it! If you love A/A I have plenty more stories about them, and plenty more to come, so you know where to come! thank you!

aimz-246: I'm a brillaint writer? wow, thank you, I'm just blushing to the computer screen now! I know, they're amazing aren't they?!

ME132: thank you so much, your reviews have really inspired me all the way through this story, and without your ideas, it would not be as it is today! :D

Amon Aredhel: I'm sorry, I couldn't bring myself to write his fantasy, I'm so innocent, I shouldn't know about those sorts of things!! (perhaps...!) thank you, your review made me smile!

Strider's Girl: I'm so glad you've enjoyed the ride! Hope to see you again some time! ;)

ArwenEvenstar3000: thank you so much for the compliment! I know, I was between changing the rating and not, and I decided not to in the end... but oh well, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Loony Daidouji: I'm presuming you're spanish, so wow your english is so good! I'm your favourite english author? I feel so special! I'm happy you like my stories so much! thank you!

Awynel: oh, I do that all the time too....! thanks!

Dark Borg Drone: well, I emailed you, and I'm sorry... but I'm presuming you liked it, so hanta lle (!!) for all your great reviews!

And now, for the final time, here goes...

Epilogue

3 weeks later...

Arwen woke to the terrible sensation of nausea. She stayed perfectly still, eyes closed, hoping it would go away, but it didn't. As quietly as possible, she removed herself from her sleeping husband's embrace and walked silently to the bathroom. She knew what was coming, but she also had a pretty good idea what it meant.

When she had thrown up what felt like everything she had ever eaten, she climbed quietly back into bed, smiling at the man who still lay fast asleep next to her. He was such a deep sleeper (although he occasionally snored and she had to kick him or face being pushed to the brink of insanity by it), and he never stole the covers or rolled over to her side of the bed without invitation. He was, she reflected, the perfect sleeping partner. Speaking of which...

Three weeks ago they had played a game entitled Truth Or Dare, and due particularly to their dares involving fantasies, their love life had not been the same since. Arwen found herself grinning at the memories of times and places where they had made love over the past few weeks, and her hand instinctively went to her stomach. So it was true. Everything fitted perfectly - the game, the dates, the timing. Now all she had to do was break it to her husband.

Aragorn groaned softly as he was roused from sleep by someone's lips on his. He pulled this person close, feeling her soft skin against his as she pressed herself to him. Any man knew the perfect way to wake up was to his wife's kiss, and Aragorn had never agreed more. Usually he rose long before she - it came from being a ranger, rising and falling with the sun. He realised something must be wrong if she was the first awake.

Arwen watched as he drew back, opening his eyes to reveal that intimate gaze that sent shivers down her spine. He smiled sleepily at her, resting his head on her chest. It was a warm morning, and as usual they slept naked, the covers resting over their hips. Aragorn began tracing circles on her stomach with his finger as she toyed with a lock of his hair.

"Are you alright?" He asked, trying to hide the concern in his voice.

She smiled, though he couldn't see it. "Of course. What makes you think otherwise?"

He sighed and pressed a kiss to the hollow of her neck. "You woke before me - you've never done that before."

"Maybe after last night I finally managed to wear you out," she murmured, the smile evident in her voice, and he raised his head to look at her. His hands slid up her body as he knelt beside her, resting finally on her cheeks.

"You, wear me out?" He laughed, leaning ever closer. "Melethrai, we both know that will never happen."

She dropped her gaze, feigning shame at her words. "I am sorry, my lord," she whispered.

Aragorn grinned as he lifted her beautiful face back to his. "But my lady, there is nothing to forgive," he said quietly, before capturing her lips in a drowning kiss. She moaned softly, her shoulders tensing with the tremours that coarsed through her body. When he rolled her over on top of him, her hand again moved subconsciously to her stomach. He bit down gently on her bottom lip, allowing her tongue to meet his when he leaned the other way and kissed her with all the love in his heart. Just when they thought they would dissolve in the moment, a cry filled the air from the room next door, quickly followed by another. The twins were awake.

Aragorn groaned as Arwen rolled off him, and he got wearily to his feet. "Don't go anywhere," he told her, leaning over to press a kiss to her lips. "I'll be right back."

Arwen lay there as she listened to her husband comfort his two year old daughters. War and battle may have consumed his life whilst he was a ranger, but she knew he was only truly alive with her and their children. They were his life now, and he loved them more than anything. Even though he sometimes joked about them being a handful, she knew he wanted more.

She was deep in thought when Aragorn returned, and he lay down carfeully next to her, now content to simply marvel at her immense beauty. She smiled at him, though she seemed distracted and he knew she had something to tell him. When she did not speak, he said, "Remind me again why we had children?"

She laughed softly but didn't answer his question. "Estel, you know when we played Truth Or Dare that time?"

His eyes darkened at the memory and he moved closer to her. "What about it?"

She felt his lips against her skin as he began to press kisses across her neck and shoulders. "You know how we made love twice in the gardens, then by the river, and on the performing of your fantasy- " She allowed the memories to wash over her for a few moments, as her husband's tongue met her own in a fiery kiss.

"And last night," he murmured when he drew back, a mischievous glint in his eye. "And the night before, and the night before that, and- "

Arwen stopped his words with a kiss. "Yes, I know, but it was that day three weeks ago that is significant."

The look of complete shock and momentary horror on his face at what she said next would make her laugh aloud everytime she thought of it, for the rest of her life.

"Meleth, I'm pregnant."