Mood music, you ask? Come Away With Me by Norah Jones, or Angel by Sarah McLachlan.

The Same Woman

By Rose-Arwen-Padme

The Meeting in the Clearing

The moon shone. The light of the bright stars and the moon cast a white blanket over the path and clearing of trees.

But she was there. Aragorn could feel her; just, somehow he knew she was there. Her existence cried out to him intensely, calling him to come to her. Her very soul intensely screamed for him to come.

He searched for her just as desperately.

Once he found her shadow, he opened his arms and she glided right into his embrace.

She clung to him, arms around his neck, head resting gently against his chest.

"You're home," was all Arwen muttered, but the two words held so much emotion.

When she pulled away, his adjusted eyes could make out her delicate features in the pale light of the moon. She was absolutely beautiful.

Her porcelain face was glowing. Her long black hair flowed down her back in waves of magic-- an ocean of beauty. Blue crystal eyes were potently fixed on him, dancing in the dark.

Everything about her was perfect. Her perfect nose, small and petite, carefully placed in the perfect spot. Her mouth held the perfect curve and her lips were perfect, not too big, but not too small and most certainly moist and smooth.

He leaned down to greet them with his own lips. They lingered there for several moments, then he pulled away slightly to kiss her forehead. He rested his chin on her head, closing his eyes and breathing in the wonderful scent that was Arwen.

She smiled against his chest, his tight embrace half crushing and half comforting her, just the way she liked it.

"Aragorn?" she asked timidly. Her voice was muffled from her mouth being buried in shirt. Instead of pulling away from her to talk, Aragorn kept her just as close, as if worried that if he loosened his grip just a little she would slip away.

"Hmmm? What is it?"

"Are you sure you and I are not the only two beings on this earth right now?" Her smile widened as she felt the love flow through their bodies.

His lips formed into a warm grin as well. "Does it feel like that to you, too?"

She only sighed a yes into his chest, closing her eyes as she listened to the beat of his heart against her ear.

"Your heartbeat is a song I could listen to for eternity," she whispered, pulling her mouth away from the sweet confines of his shirt only long enough to speak and be understood.

Aragorn swallowed hard. "Alas, the song of which you speak will one day slow and stop. What will you listen to then for the rest of eternity?"

Arwen pulled away and looked him sternly in the eyes. She placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. Her voice was of desperation and pleading.

"Speak not of such things, at least not now." Her eyes bore into his, and the evident pain he saw there almost broke his heart. He rushed to mend her pain.

"Shhh, darling Arwen. I am here now. I am real. This… this is real. This is now."

She pulled him into another tight embrace, and his arms instinctively surrounded her. They were a perfect fit, their bodies molded together like two pieces finally complete.

"Aragorn, I love you so," she whispered, and every word dripped heavy with all the love she felt.

Her love flooded through him like continuous waves. His feelings for her had never before been so strong. He had never felt so alive. He knew that this was the moment he had waited for.

"And I you, Arwen Undomiel." Stunned, she pulled away to look at him more clearly. He smiled and took her chin in his two fingers, and raised it up. He kissed her tenderly yet passionately, shy yet powerful. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, taking her two porcelain hands in his own and bringing them up to his chest.

"I love you, Arwen," he whispered with husky breath.

After a moment of utter silence that almost drove an already anxious Aragorn mad, she smiled, and he sighed with relief.

Arwen practically jumped into his arms with excitement. She kissed his neck, his ear, his chin, his shoulder, any part of the skin that she could reach. She sighed happyily into his loving embrace.

"You see, my love?" she murmured. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

He laughed heartily into the air, the sound echoing through the trees around them. Music to her ears. "Say it again, Aragorn," she commanded. "I want to hear it again."

He complied eagerly. "I love you." Her heart soared. "I love you." Her heart soared even higher. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" She felt like her whole body was soaring thousands of feet up.

"And I love you, as well," she sighed contently. "Now and forever."

For several minutes they were comfortable just to stand in an envelope of arms of the other and mumble, "I love yous".

Soon, a troubling thought entered Aragorn's mind, and Arwen could sense him stiffening as it pounded his mind.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Arwen," he looked into her eyes, "truthfully, why do you love me?"

Her first emotion was to laugh at this silly statement, but when the look on his face told her he was serious, she bit her lip and held it back.

"Aragorn," she answered, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand. "I just do. Indeed, it is a magical feeling, more wonderful than I have ever experienced. And… somewhat unexplainable. I cannot put this feeling into words, I can only trust that you feel this towards me as well and know what I am feeling."

"I do, darling," he replied earnestly. "More than you'll ever know. But why…"

"Why you?" she finished, a smile on her lips. "Because believe it or not, Lord Aragorn, under all your flaws," she teased, "like your horrible manners, your rugged bad looks, your non-existent humor, and your lack of intelligence," her smile had grown from ear to ear, "um, you are really not that bad."

Aragorn laughed heartily. "Oh, now I know why I love you. You make me feel so good!" He mocked hurt. "What were you saying about my looks? Ruggedly bad?"

She continued the game. "Well, they are not your finest point by far," she said slowly, "but they are better than your attempts at comedy. Actually," she paused. "I lie not about your humor."

"Or rather, lack of it?" he asked.

"Indeed," she replied, landing a kiss on his nose. "But I love you all the same. And you love me."

"And I love you," he repeated. "Every inch, every talent," he raised an eyebrow, "every flaw."

"What flaws?" she asked, playing wounded. "I know not of any flaws of my own."

"Exactly!" Aragorn exclaimed, laughing. "Your confidence, shall we say, ranges a little off the charts, Madam?"

She swatted his arm. "I declare, I think you name me arrogant."

"No, not arrogant," he answered. "But full."

Now she raised an amused eyebrow. "Full of myself?"

"No," he whispered huskily, and he stepped closer. She sobered and looked dreamily into his eyes, feeling herself becoming lost in them. "Full of my heart."

"You are my heart," she replied earnestly. "You are my everything."

"I love you, Arwen." And he did, so much.

His lips claimed hers again, as they danced the night away in each other's arms, drunk with love and lost in their own world.