(A/N: Hello again! Sorry about the little time gap between updates - I've been getting along swimmingly with my Return of the King Extended Edition... heehee... And I know labeledrose is enjoying hers as well. Anyone else? Well, back to the original reason for including an author's note: I have very little experience with writing "fluff" as it seems to be called, so let me know what it needs, if anything. Also, the name Iluvemel was my own little creation - the result of combining some elvish words in the back of my Silmarillion book. Therefore, I know for certain that its not correct, but I was pressed for time. So if you have a correct elvish name meaning something close to "all my love" it would be greatly appreciated. I'll do some asking around as well. For now, though, enjoy! Cheerio!)

The next morning she woke slowly, brought out of her pleasant dreams by cold air on her left foot, a feeling that irritated her since the rest of her was so warm… She opened her eyes and glanced around without moving, trying not to disturb Frodo, who was still sleeping peacefully. They were covered by a large, squishy blanket. Calen figured that Frodo must have pulled it over them while she slept.

The clean, fresh smell of the earth after a rainstorm drifted on the air. Calen breathed in deeply, savoring the scent. Outside, birds were singing cheerfully.

'It must be a beautiful morning,' she thought lazily to herself. Then she heaved a mental groan. 'Morning. That means I have to get up…'

Frodo sighed in his sleep.

'Curse that,' she decided. 'I'm not getting up. Yet.'

She snuggled herself deeper into Frodo's arms and turned her head so that her lips rested on his bare skin, then closed her eyes. The cold on her foot continued. Grumbling silently, she pulled it up under the covers, just under Frodo's foot.

Moments later, she felt his toes move, caressing her leg. The muscles in his arms that rested across her waist rippled, and his fingers scrunched her shirt on her back. He took a deep breath, causing Calen to rise. She smiled and kissed his neck, then opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbow.

He stared back at her, grinning. Calen was embarrassed, shy, pleased, and amused, all at the same time; but couldn't help gazing back into his enthralling blue yes. There, she read similar emotions and felt comforted.

"Good morning, Calen," he murmured, stroking her bare shoulder where her shirt had slipped. "Did you sleep well?"

"Better than ever, much thanks to you," she replied, lowering herself back onto the pillows.

"Good," he whispered, moving closer so that he could encircle her leg with his and run his hands along her back.

She let him, content to wrap her arms around his neck and watch his face. Then she remembered something she wanted to ask him.

"Frodo?"

"Hm?" he stared at her intently.

"Last night… you called me something… A name I've never heard. Was it elvish?"

"Iluvemel."

"What?"

"That's what I called you - Iluvemel," he explained, blushing.

"Iluvemel," Calen repeated softly to herself. "If I were to guess… It means 'all my love' right?"

Frodo nodded. "Does that bother you?" he asked, worried.

"No, not at all. I like it, in fact. A lot."

He smiled, drawing in slowly and kissing her lovingly.

It lasted a long time - Calen almost had to push him away before he pulled back for breath. She used the opportunity to sit up and stretch her arms above her head. Frodo leaned his chin on his hand and watched her, smiling.

"Stiff?" he asked her when she finished and put her hands in her lap.

"A little. I don't usually sleep on the floor, no matter how many blankets and pillows there are."

Frodo sat up and faced her. "Does it matter who's with you?" he joked, leaning her the pillows.

"Only you," she insisted.

"I was hoping you'd say that," he whispered.

Calen sank down, feeling weightless as Frodo tangled the blankets around them. He pushed stray tendrils of her hair behind her ears; she leaned into his hand. He fell to caressing her face, brushing soft fingers over her lips. At last he twined his hands about her neck and waist and started to kiss her. She kissed him back, elated.

His kisses ranged over her face, down to her neck and shoulders; returning to cover her lips at just the right moments.

"I love you, Calen," he whispered through the passionate kisses.

"I love you too," she replied when she could.

He moved his hands beneath her shirt to massage her back affectionately, covering her shoulders with warm kisses. She nestled herself as close as possible against the firm and comforting wall of his chest.

Shifting one hand behind her head, he tangled his fingers in her hair and moved his lips to cover her neck. Upon reaching her chin, he held his mouth over hers so that his lips brushed hers when he talked.

"Mmmmm, my Iluvemel," he murmured. "Iluvemel."

The he kissed her again and again, mouth lingering blissfully.

The flooding heat of their elation nearly swamped Calen before he pulled away briefly, returning once more and then leaning back.

"It's late," he muttered regretfully. "We should get up."

He helped Calen to her feet and pulled her out of the mess of pillows and blankets. Taking her hand, he opened the door just as Gandalf passed them in the hall.

The wizard did a double take, and Frodo ducked back into the room while Calen blushed madly.

"Good morning!" he said cheerfully, giving no sign that he knew what had obviously happened between them.

Calen tugged her shirt higher onto her shoulder and tightened the laces in the front. She shifted uncomfortably under the wizard's gaze until Frodo reappeared, now with a shirt on, and squeezed her hand lightly.

Noticing their obvious embarrassment, and not for the first time, Gandalf smiled as his eyes twinkled.

"Oh, come now. There's nothing to be ashamed about. I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. There has always been something about the two of you… some thing that lead me to believe you might make this work. You have my congratulations, if that counts for anything. However, I would suggest you two go and… straighten up a bit. I cant imagine the trouble you'd have with explaining your appearances to others."

"Yeah. Er, thanks Gandalf," Calen said, really not sure if that was the appropriate thing to do given the circumstance.

Gandalf nodded and gave them a small, hardly detectable wink before walking away.

"Gandalf, wait!" Frodo called. "You wont… tell anyone, will you? At least not yet…"

"Of course not," Gandalf assured them. "It's your news to tell. However, I must say that it will be interesting to see how long it takes Merry, Pippin, and Sam to notice-they've only been waiting for weeks now."

He smiled mysteriously again and left them, chuckling as Frodo pulled Calen back into the bedroom.

"That was odd," she said when the door had closed.

"Yeah, well, wizards can be like that," Frodo replied.

"He does have a good point though," Calen sighed, sinking into a nearby chair. "The others, you know, Merry, Pip, and Sam, they're going to know right off."

"I know," Frodo laughed. "I just wanted to make sure that we were the ones to tell everyone. Otherwise, things get changed and blown out of proportion and then you have a huge mess to work with."

"How bad could it get?" Calen teased.

"You would be surprised," Frodo replied lightly, kissing her playfully.