Chapter 14 – The Kiss in the Waterfall

Smiling Aragorn gently lowered Arwen to the ground, watching her with great care as she smoothed down her white dress over her slender, perfect shape. When she looked up and caught him watching, her smile was only enhanced.

Then suddenly the breath was stolen from Aragorn's lips. He saw the nervousness as she dared to hold out her hand to him, quivering nervously in the dragonfly-concentrated air, her porcelain skin graced by the sweeping sleeve of the airy white dress. With his heart hammering like an orc armed solely with a steel mallet, Aragorn slowly walked towards her and took her hand into his.

At that exact moment, both he and Arwen noticed for the first time how precisely perfect the fit was. Arwen blushed shyly and glanced down as he came to stand in front of her.

"Arwen?" he whispered.

She would not reply, but as he strained for a glance of her face, he saw the reddening smile that she was trying to hide. Knowing what she was thinking he slipped his other hand into hers and he saw a sigh escape her lips. Her big blue eyes swivelled up to focus on him.

At that look he felt her begin to tug him, and she started to walk steadily backwards. His eyebrows knitted together, but Aragorn obeyed her wish, and let her pull him along, noticing as she stepped down from his vision and slid one foot into the water of the shimmering pool. He too slipped into the water, feeling its sensuous touch creep up around them, its silken touch caressing both their bodies.

In those moments that he gazed into Arwen's eyes, he felt something like the calling of a dream which pulled them both towards the waterfall; it was a power that called to both their hearts. Voices seemed to echo up all around him, whisperings like the silver spray, pleadings like a heart's cry. As Aragorn was drawn deeper into the pool, Arwen's cool voice rang in his ears, her sighs wrapping all around him, speaking in the elvish tongue, and as he tried to understand them, the voices became louder, but more rapid, slurring and flowing like some elvish enchantment that he had never heard before. He could not believe the very beauty of the words that she appeared to be saying, yet, his eyes focusing down on her red lips, without even speaking a single word.

Aragorn stared into her eyes, unable to believe the mystical beauty that was winding all around him. Her touch seemed to wash all over his body, the very water felt under her power, beckoning him, urging him towards her. Her voices echoed in the air, raining about him like music, begging him to her. Aragorn would not have trusted it, until…

…until his sight told him that her own blue eyes were calling out to his soul…

Aragorn let a soft moan escape his lips, his soul pour forth from the swirling mists of his dark eyes all the sweet love that had enriched in his heart for the days since he had met her. He could not lie to her with a look, and he could never lie to her with his heart. Aragorn knew… he was in love with this elf-maiden…

And she sighed too, their clasped hands held tightly to each of their chests and linking hearts. Her long hair caught in the breeze of the waterfall, delicately starting to flutter like fine ribbons. The closeness of their eyes now seemed to be extremely near, so close that she could see every wonderful detail of his handsome features which made up his gorgeous manly face. She could not bear to shield her heart's love from him for any longer, from someone so gentle, so caring, so loving…

If it was possible Arwen's eyes softened even more. Spray flew onto her face and hair, glittering on her rosy cheeks and gleaming like gems on her brow. Her angelic white dress pressed round her body, teasing on the fluttering sleeves and smoothing over her perfect waist, accentuating her natural elven figure of beauty and seduction.

She dare not believe the emotions which moved in behind Aragorn's eyes. But they were so true, just like his heart. She read the hundreds of expressions of love for her, following his sight as he trailed adoringly down her slender body. The inability to breathe struck her as she felt his searing stare move over her flat stomach, wrapping round her chest, sweeping over her necklace, and gliding back up to her eyes.

Aragorn had always been fascinated by Arwen's eyes. But never before had they shone so brightly, so blue and so brilliant.

She smiled when she saw his intent gaze into her eyes, and laughter filled them… and innocent love. Flecks of silver girdled them like precious stars, mirroring not only the radiance of the curtain of water, but also the beauty of Arda, and the joy of life which she felt. They glistened more beautifully than jewels, blossomed more sweetly than the evening flowers, watched him more entrancingly than the moon.

And deep within her eyes, Arwen's soul poured out her love to him. Aragorn fell more and more in love with her, his heart beating with ever-blazing passion, wishing desperately with everything he had to be able to dive inside those shimmering eyes and reach her soul. The despair of love must have displayed in his tender complexion, for Arwen gave him a look of concern, her pink lips parted and she swallowed meekly.

Her eyes melted romantically, and the beauty of the immortal elf-maiden gave Aragorn the irresistible impulse to display his affections to her. Slowly he raised up two fingers and gently stroked the side of her smooth creamy cheek, sending shivers through her body that could make Arda quiver in its very seat. She closed her eyes in bliss.

"Don't stop," she breathed when he took his finger away. Then gradually she opened her eyes, blinking long and slowly and drawing Aragorn's gaze. With every flash of her exquisitely-long eyelashes, Aragorn's pupils in his eyes contracted and expanded in arousal. Arwen edged nearer and smiled very faintly. Aragorn smiled too.

He gave a tiny sigh he watched as a puff of playful wind from the waterfall sent a stray lock of hair sweeping over her nose. From the expression on her face, it was greatly tickling her nose, and although she was dying to be contrary to her elven nature, Arwen refused bluntly to scratch it off.

But with an affectionate smile Aragorn moved closer and brushed the dark hair out of her eyes, staying in that pose for a moment as he fondled the silky strands. She smiled and caught his eye when he looked back at her.

"Your eyes are so deep and blue," he suddenly let out under his breath, and it seemed then as if Arwen made them twinkle like stars, and she leant in closer to him, so that Aragorn fell in further, caught in a shimmering whirlpool. She blinked slowly and gazed at his grey eyes, sensing herself sink inside him. His adoration moved her heart, and she drew in silently until she was just about to touch his body.

"Aragorn…" she murmured, and her lips parted slightly as she looked at the contours of his divine face, the tumbling locks of his dark hair, his rough cheekbones, his smooth brow, his tender lips… and those misty grey eyes…

"What?" he replied softly, questioning her and shaking his head a little. Arwen stirred and suddenly realised she had been intently surveying his face for a few minutes, with her eyes washing delightfully all over his handsome features. She blushed in embarrassment and averted her eyes.

But with a soft frown Aragorn gently tipped up her chin and looked into her eyes. She shivered, not because she was cold from the simmering water or the wafting breeze, but because she suddenly felt so sensitive to his touch. She did not want to meet his eyes, yet still she did, and then she felt she adored him even more.

"Estel, I…" Arwen trailed off and flushed an even pinker shade to match the colour of her lips. She could not bring herself to say it, yet she was so overwhelmed by it… by him… Estel. As she managed to murmur his name under her breath he gazed at her, straining to absorb all her elven-fair beauty.

The expression on Aragorn's face was of the utmost love, the longing and concern washing into her, and she was overwhelmed by love for him… she loved him so much… she could never bear to take herself away from him…

"Estel…" Arwen breathed, her voice only just above a whisper. "I- I think I have fallen in love with you…"

Their heart beats seemed to sound in their ears as they both dared to realise what she had just proclaimed. Aragorn was gazing at her and the love in his eyes was becoming crystal clear. He began to lean in slowly, his eyes dancing with hers, and subconsciously he tipped his head to the side. Arwen felt drawn in too, the love her soul sighed with echoing out through her fresh sparkling eyes. Aragorn never let go of them until the last moment.

Gently he moved his lips over hers and slowly he began to press a deep kiss to her full moistened lips. Arwen gave a tiny gasp of surprise, but immediately a gorgeous feeling of love surged up and set free her soul. She could not resist hungrily kissing him back, the love which burst in her heart now replacing with his.

The way he kissed her was amazing, and it felt like a long desire had finally come true. The one who she loved so dearly loved her just the way that she did to him. He expressed himself so clearly by the gentle motion of his warm lips, the love sensations bubbling inside her more delightfully than anything else in the whole of Arda.

As Aragorn tenderly drew away, Arwen slowly opened her shockingly blue eyes upon him. For a moment she just gazed at him, unable to believe the endlessly beautiful love which he bore for her. And then she smiled, she smiled so softly and beautifully, her eyes glistening starlight and her lips shining magenta.

Love soared into Aragorn's heart, his eyes dissolving with one look at her. To know that this elf-maiden highest of all to walk this earth was in love with him too was too much for his heart to hold. Only love seared through him, only his love for Arwen.

Finding this in his eyes, Arwen was touched beyond the boundaries of the Void. She had fallen in love… and so had Aragorn.

Still with a tender smile Arwen bent in towards him, and Aragorn stole the breath from her lips with another kiss. Explosions of love immediately burst inside her tummy, and she pulled herself tight into his embrace, her sleeves falling quietly back to her elbows and her fingers entwining even more passionately with his.

She did not know how Aragorn managed to find her soul and cradle it so gently in his love, but that one kiss he gave her showered Arwen with the elation which made her want to cleave to his heart forever.

When Arwen soothingly kissed him back he knew that her life was now bound to the very beatings of his heart, and their fate would be tied together. Days would only be beautiful if Arwen was in them, and a night without her would be as long as all the ages of the earth.

Then silently, Aragorn deepened the kiss, carefully sliding his tongue into her mouth. Instantaneously he sensed Arwen become overpowered with such close love, and she fell limp, but his hands were already creeping around her waist and he was ready to catch her in his arms.

And then to his delight he felt her start the love dance, and she beautifully began to massage his tongue, sending unimaginable emotions firing through his body, and weakening his very knees that supported them both.

At last Arwen drew away, the love between them now flaming, breathing heavily while Aragorn himself gasped from the length and power of the kiss. Her eyes opened up upon him, and he smiled. He would always hold closest to his heart the deepest love for her that no words could describe, in any tongue, elvish or mortal, or with any length of parchment.

Only Arwen could feel it as she met his eyes. And as she sighed his elvish name, and the sleek streaks of their hair mingled like starry mists, and trickled her fingers temptingly down his cheekbone from his watchful eyes to his lips, the love which poured out from her glittering eyes was overflowed because of his that was rapidly filling her endearing heart. Just one kiss would be enough to satisfy her soul and then she would gladly take death. A life of love with Aragorn was everything to her, even a sacrifice of her precious life.

As if reading her very thoughts through her eyes Aragorn smiled and snaked his arms tighter around her slender waist, cuddling her intimately to him. She could not help but edge so close to him that her breaths played mischievously on his cheeks.

He looked up into her appealing blue eyes, fighting desperately with himself to not openly kiss her to reveal his heart's full passion. "Le melon, Arwen," (I love you) he whispered, with a gentle teasing smile.

And she smiled with the love so sweet that none other, not even Lúthien herself, had expressed before in the whole ancient history of Arda. The way Aragorn managed to tease his lips down and lock her in another soul-tickling kiss chose the heavy doom which now laid on her life, but Arwen just smiled as she kissed her Estel back, and took it openly to her heart with the heavenliest love.

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