Chapter 3
Aragorn awoke from a deep but dreamy sleep. He had been of falling for what seemed like for ever in a deep red expanse when all of a sudden Arwen had caught him. He didn't really mind her catching him, in fact he was very pleased but he really didn't understand how she could have done this. This was because the deep red expanse was just coloured air with no solid objects, save him and then Arwen, in it. Before he had landed he had seen nothing but then she just appeared as if by magic (and probably the help of his imagination) as soon as he landed he woke up. Although He did not know how it was possible that she was just standing there, maybe she was floating thought Aragorn wistfully but then she would have been falling to, it was very strange and Aragorn was very confused.
Slowly he came to his senses and stopped worrying about the dream realising where he was, he was in the master bedroom of the castle he lived in with Arwen, lying on the large oak bed with the purple silk cover. Either side were two tall windows each with heavy curtains with ornate embroidery along the edges. This made them look elegant although they were thick as the main curtain was a pretty creamy colour and the embroidery edging was done in a pale lilac. One these curtains had a small chink in the middle allowing a beam of light through. This beam was falling on the edge of the pillow and on Aragorn's nose and it gave him a strong desire to itch it. First of all he could not be bothered to scratch it with his hand so he just wrinkled it a bit. This however did not help in the slightest; in fact it made it worse so the strength of the itch by now made Aragorn actually think about scratching it with his hand as an option. It was then he realised that he realised that something or more correctly someone was holding on to it. He slowly opened his eyes to look at whoever it was sitting by the bed. To his surprise and grate pleasure he saw his beautiful Evenstar sitting there.
Arwen looked upon her husband with gentle but adoring eyes. She moved her hand from his and placed it upon his hot forehead. Her hand was cool and it felt very soothing on Aragorn's skin. Aragorn slowly sat up, propping up his pillows behind him. He pulled down his thick covers to his waist, revealing his tanned muscular chest. On doing this Arwen gently leaned over and planted her lips on his chest with a kiss. She left her face there a lot longer than she needed and she could feel the soft dark hair on it tickling her face. Aragorn felt a rush of pleasure as she did this and longed to kiss her properly, so he carefully moved her face up to his, pulling her whole body onto his lap and gently opened her lips with his own and slid his tongue inside gently massaging the roof of her mouth.
When they broke out of the embrace, Arwen's eyes were filled with tears and her cheeks were wet, softly she said to Aragorn,
"There is something I have to do, I will return as soon as I can." Then she turned and left the room leaving a white envelope with Aragorn's name on it on the dressing table.