Chapter 11 – Arwen's Fourth Dream
Arwen yawned tiredly and rubbed her eyes. She was so sleepy but she could not stop thinking about Aragorn. She had tried closing her eyes, and snuggling down under the covers where it was dark, but he came back clearer than ever, smiling and laughing with her, holding out his hand. Her own was held to her chest, clasped tightly around her Evenstar pendant. It seemed to be that as she fell more and more into the realms of sleep, it grew brighter and brighter, and the warm love inside her heart flourished with every soft breath she took.
Arwen lazily fluttered open her eyes to see a world of snow. Snowflakes danced past her vision, sparkling as they meandered their way to the ground. There was an old willow tree not four paces away, down a little slope, encrusted with icicles and laced with snow, glittering as a glass fountain in silver rain. Its frozen branches just stretched out to prise at the gleaming pool below her, a thick sheet of white ice locking in the water tightly. Light from the snow bounced off its smooth surface and produced magical glows in the fresh air.
Reeds were bound by ice, and the very ground about her was coated in perfect snow. Arwen looked down to where she was sitting and through her blue dress she there saw her own rounded stomach, that she was pregnant. Shock soared through her body, but even more than that, an uncalled-for leap of love sent a tremor straight through her heart.
For there was one more thing. She was nestled in the warm arms of Aragorn.
Arwen felt as if she was in heaven, she never wanted this moment to end. Smiling with pure undying happiness she moved to look up at Aragorn. His wonderfully handsome face smiled back down at her, his eyes twinkling joyfully with bright stars. A sigh escaped her lips and he gently ran a finger down her cheek. His touch seemed to make her whole body overflow with love for him. She snuggled closer, rolling slowly onto her back, with her eyes gazing straight up into his.
"I love you, Arwen," he whispered with a smile, leaning forward to press a kiss down onto her nose. She giggled and put her arm around his neck, holding him there so that she could kiss him back. He pulled her up as their lips met, drawing her further into the kiss. For a while she just moaned in pleasure, while he cuddled her tighter to his body. Their hot breaths became mingled and steamed like dragon's smoke in the cool air.
"I love you… Estel," Arwen breathed when Aragorn had finished kissing her. He looked into her eyes, but it felt like he was reaching right to her soul. Then he smiled gently to her and carefully their foreheads brushed together, while their eyes danced innocently as one like blue and silver butterflies. But gradually both of their eyes started to flicker downwards, Aragorn attracted to her full red lips, and gradually he moved down and met hers with his own in one gorgeous kiss.
Arwen thought she would burst with happiness she loved Aragorn so much. His kissing was amazing, she could not believe that someone could portray such passion in a kiss, and yet there he was, pouring his soul into hers, whilst her own love flowed into him. Aragorn's touch ran down her body, roaming all over her, sending her nerves on fire with the affection with which he held her to him. And when he ran his fingers lightly over her round tummy… she knew that the love they shared was true. Even if nothing else would, then their love would last forever.
She heard Aragorn's amorous breaths softly rush past her ears, and her eyes quivered open, watching with open-armed love as he laid kisses all over her body, blessing her with his heart. At last he sensed her heated stare, and he looked up at her with one expression which could kill the whole of Middle-Earth.
Nothing resisted Arwen when she tilted forwards to kiss his tender lips. And nothing resisted her from expressing her love to him.
Carefully, still holding her in his strong arms, Aragorn lifted Arwen up from the ground and stood her in front of him on the snow. Unknowingly Arwen looked up from her sweet kiss and she saw the moving effect of her deep sapphire eyes. His expression of submission barely changed, but, if only from his eyes alone, or maybe it was his touch, she knew he was smiling most cherishingly to her inside.
Unhurriedly he led her across the snow, little by little spinning her round as their bare feet moved over the soft surface, glistening like jewels of nature. The only thing she could see was Aragorn, and she knew that the only thing he saw from his heart was her.
Soon Arwen gradually became aware of Aragorn wrapping a shawl around her shoulders, and his eyes revealing his fondness for her. She glanced at the shawl, and to her surprise saw that it was not hers, but his cloak, and immediately the warmth which could only be from another human being spread into her body. Yet Aragorn just smiled lovingly, and pressed a light kiss to her cheek.
"…you mean the world to me, Undómiel," he whispered quietly into her ear. He edged back, and Arwen slid her left hand into his right, savouring his touch on her naked skin. Aragorn treasured this gesture, and was even more moved when she stroked her other fingers down his rough cheek.
"… and you are my heart, Elessar," she replied in her elven voice, suddenly smiling to realise what promise she had made to him. Taking her by the hand, Aragorn led her out onto the white ice of the frozen pool.
And all of a sudden they seemed to be spun away in a whirlwind of sparkling snow. They glided across the ice smoother than water and twirled round together even more perfect and graceful than dancers. Snowflakes flew all around them, and shone many colours, flitting about like minute fairies, charming the air around with colours of rainbows.
They waltzed over the ice as if running on air. They seemed to have wings, they moved so effortlessly and beautifully. Mystical streaks of snowflakes and stardust streamed around them, while a divine light shone out from where Arwen was touching Aragorn. It was like they were in a bubble, whirling over the frozen pool, bound together, with petals and snow and stars and lights falling magically around them.
The more they whirled around like two swans, the more Arwen gazed into Aragorn's eyes. The more she gazed into his eyes, the more she sighed. The more she sighed, the more her lips parted in bliss. The more her lips parted, the more she desired to kiss Aragorn. The more she desired to kiss Aragorn, the more love beat out of her heart. The more love beat out of her heart, the more love lit up her soul. The more love lit up her soul…
Arwen let out a deep sigh as Aragorn pressed his luscious lips to hers. She sensed herself kissing him back with all the love she had, all the passion which made her adore Aragorn to the end of Arda. But the love which he bore in his heart just kept coming. Its bounty was endless, its life overwhelming. Aragorn kissed her like – like he loved her, with every single thing he had.
His kiss was so real. She could feel herself in his arms, and she could smell the warm scent of his hair. Aragorn's kiss lit up her heart. His lips moved tenderly over hers, and his tongue gently massaged in her mouth. Aragorn's love was right there. It overpowered her whole body, her senses, her mind, her heart, her soul…
His love… his kiss…
She was fading away, and she wished she could stay, she was in his very arms, but she was vanishing…
The more he disappeared, the more she loved him, the more her heart ached…
Aragorn's kiss had left her lips. Arwen's love had not left her heart.
The rest of the night, she wandered in empty, lonely halls of sleep. Alone.
When Arwen awoke in the morning, her heart still racing, she found the pillow stained with tears.