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Chapter 12: A Perfect Night

Ellethwen slowly pulled herself from his kiss and laughed happily as she looked up at Boromir. "You look beautiful," he whispered and he held her face in his hands. She had finally regained her footing and smiled as she pulled slightly away from him.

"Thank you," she whispered as she raised her hands to his tunic and adjusted the fastenings. The sparkle of her ring caught her eye and she shook her head. "The ring is beautiful, it is too much." Boromir leaned in and kissed her nose.

"Nothing will ever be too much for you," he said and Ellethwen blushed and smiled with a shake of her head. There was suddenly a new hand on her shoulder and Ellethwen looked to her right to see Éowyn's smiling face.

"Alright you two, come, we're going to have a small celebration for the two of you," she said happily and Ellethwen looked to Boromir who laughed.

"That is really not necessary," Boromir said and Éowyn shook her head.

"Nonsense, this is one the most important days of Ellethwen's life and we must do it correctly. Come on and eat and then there will be dancing." Boromir sighed as he watched the blonde woman walk away.

"Is she always so . . ." he trailed off and Ellethwen laughed.

"Authoritative?" she offered and Boromir chuckled and nodded. "Well, she is the daughter of kings." Boromir smiled and raised her knuckles to his lips and kissed them gently. She smiled lovingly at him and he kissed her hand again.

"Come on!" Éowyn called and Ellethwen laughed at the same time Theodred and Éomer did and Boromir just sighed before he led Ellethwen over to the table where the others waited.

Soon, Ellethwen and the others were dancing and laughing to the musicians that played quick and happy music. Ellethwen stopped Boromir at the end of the dance her breath coming in quiet gasps. "I haven't danced like that in so long," she said as she put her hand on her chest and Éowyn laughed as she walked over to them.

"Well, before you always said you had nothing to dance about, but today you have a reason," Éowyn said. Ellethwen smiled and looked up at Boromir. He pushed her hair that had fallen free of their bindings from her face. "The afternoon is over, why don't the both of you retire for some rest. You don't have much time to be together." Ellethwen looked away from Boromir and at Éowyn.

"But, I have to-," Éowyn shook her head and stopped Ellethwen's rant.

"No, you have nothing to do. You are excused of your duties for the week." Ellethwen smiled and moved from Boromir's arms and embraced Éowyn.

"Thank you, so much," she whispered and Éowyn returned Ellethwen's embrace.

"You're welcome, now, go with your husband," Éowyn whispered in return before she pushed Ellethwen away. Ellethwen smiled and nodded before she once again found herself in Boromir's arms. He smiled down at her and walked her from the hall and down the corridor towards the guest chamber where he was staying. As they walked, she couldn't help but feel the butterflies return once more. When Boromir opened the door to his – their – chamber, she took a deep breath and let him lead her into the room.

The setting sun shined from the slightly opened windows and Ellethwen looked at Boromir with a nervous smile. He closed the door and smiled down at her. He raised his hand to her face and ran his thumb across her cheek. "There is no cause for you to be nervous, Ellethwen. I would never hurt you," he whispered and she nodded.

"I know," she whispered and looked up at him. "You have never hurt me." Boromir sighed and let go of her face and moved his hands to her hair making quick work of removing the pins from her hair. Ellethwen just watched his face as his eyes were trained on his task. He tossed the removed pins onto the floor behind her and ran his fingers through her hair before he buried them into her dark locks and pulled her lips to his and kissed her sound. Ellethwen sighed against his lips and wrapped her arms around him. When he pulled his lips away from her, he loosened his grip of her hair and ran his fingers through it once more.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to pull your hair free," he whispered huskily and Ellethwen gave him a small smile. "I wish for you to always wear your hair down, it suits you beautifully."

"When I am not doing the wash or riding, I shall wear it down for you." Boromir chuckled and shook his head.

"Good," he whispered before he kissed her again. His hands moved down her back and slid across her lower back to rest on her hips. His thumbs moved in circular motions across her hips and she shivered as she pulled her lips away from his. He looked down at her as she raised slightly trembling hands to his the vest he wore that covered his tunic. She untied the lacings and he lowered his hands from her as she pushed the vest from his form. The vest landed on the floor with a slight rustle and Ellethwen moved her hands from his shoulders to rest over his chest. Her blue-grey eyes met his grey ones and she felt slightly relieved when she saw him smile. She raised her hands to the color and unbuttoned the collar of his tunic and then lowered her hands near his breeches and pulled the tunic free from them.

He watched her intently as her eyes never left his. He could see she was still nervous, but she was being bold in her movements and touches, and he had no desire to stop her. She pushed the tunic up and he raised his arms and helped her rid him of the dark garment. Ellethwen swallowed hard and ran her fingers lightly up his bare stomach and chest. Boromir shivered slightly at her light touch until she wrapped one hand around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers. She kissed him softly and tentatively before she moved her kiss from his lips to down his jaw, neck, and collarbone. Boromir sighed and closed his eyes as her lips danced across his skin. He opened his eyes and took a slow breath. He wanted more of her, and very soon he would have her. He gently pushed her head up and she looked at him with unsure eyes, but he just smiled before he leaned down and kissed her lips.

Ellethwen let a soft moan escape her lips as his kisses moved from her lips to the similar path hers had taken just moments before, only her dress prohibited him from moving to her collarbone. His teeth nipped slightly at her neck and she gasped as he smoothed the slight pain away with a gentle kiss. He pulled his lips away from her and she looked up at him with darkened eyes.

"Come," he whispered as he took her hand and led her to the bed. Ellethwen followed him her heart racing. His body was amazing, but something caught her eye. When he stopped, she looked up at him with a frown. "Ellethwen?" he asked worriedly. She raised her hand to his left side and ran her fingers over a faded scar. He looked down where her hand touched him then he looked back at her face that was now focused on his side.

"This is where you were wounded, when you were almost taken from me," she whispered and he wrapped her hand in his. She looked up at him and he nodded.

"Aye," he whispered in return before he leaned in and kissed her, "but I was not," he finished after he pulled back from her. Ellethwen nodded and let go of his hand. She ran her hands up his chest and lost her fingers in his hair. He kissed her again and she sighed as she pressed her body against him. He could feel her small form trembling against him and he gently ran his hands up her back to the tight lacings of the beautiful she had made for the day she wed him and now she was his and he was hers and no one would stop him from loving her as he had longed to do so many times over the years.

His lips once again moved down her neck as he untied the lacing of her dress. Ellethwen sighed and closed her eyes as she played with his hair and felt her dress loosen around her. Soon, his calloused and well worked hands were pulling the smooth material from her form and he pulled his lips from her neck. Ellethwen opened her eyes and lowered her hands from his hair and shyly helped him remove the dress from her body. When she stepped from the dress, she stood before him in only her white shift and he carefully tossed the dark blue fabric into the chair near the bed. He took her by the waist and pulled her close to him. The heat that emanated from him seeped through her thin shift and she sighed as she looked up at him. She giggled when she met his eyes and Boromir smiled at the sound.

"I suppose before we move to the bed," she said a heat making its way across her cheeks letting her know she was blushing deeply, "that we should take of our shoes." Boromir smiled and ran his fingers down her cheeks and nodded. She managed to take off her slippers without leaving Boromir's arms; however, he had to step away. He sat down on the bed and removed his boots. He tossed them aside and Ellethwen felt the boldness once again return. She walked over to him and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She raised the skirt of her shift slightly and lifted her right knee onto the bed beside him then draped her left leg over him and straddled him while he sat on the bed. His eyebrows raised and he put his hands on her hips while she put her hands on his shoulders.

"I love you," he whispered as he moved his lips to her neck and kissed her softly. Ellethwen sighed and closed her eyes.

"I love you," she said softly as she felt him slowly pull on her shift. Her heart raced and a chill moved up her spine as a slight wind moved across her bare body and he tossed her shift aside. She shivered slightly and Boromir lowered his lips onto her chest. She gasped at the foreign feel and she opened her eyes and looked down at him as he kissed and kneaded her chest. She buried her fingers in his hair and let out a soft moan as she felt strange and knew sensations fill her. "Boromir," she whispered and he lifted his lips from her chest and met her dark eyes. She pulled his head back and kissed his lips firmly. One of his hands moved to her lower back, pressing her lower half close his abdomen while his other moved about her form taking to memory the feel of her soft skin. Ellethwen pulled back from him. "Make love to me," she said softly and Boromir wrapped her in his arms before he shifted and turned causing her to lay on top of the bed with him hovering above her. Boromir looked down at her as she raised her hands to his shoulders. She looked beautiful, with her dark hair spilled out about her head and her blue-grey eyes were filled with love and hooded with a deep desire. His eyes moved down from her face to her soft form. She was perfection laid before him and he smiled as he looked back to her face.

"You are beautiful," he whispered as he kissed her and moved her once more so her back rested against the many pillows of his bed. Ellethwen sighed as he propped her against the pillows and she ran her hands down his form. Her center ached in such a way that it drove her mad, and she wanted to feel all of him. As he kissed her, she moved her hands down his stomach and pulled on the lacings of his breeches. She was having difficulty with them and tugged on the fabric. Boromir gasped slightly and pulled his lips from hers. "Ellethwen," he whispered as he put his hands over hers. "In time," he whispered before he put her hands to her sides. She sighed and made to protest when he smiled and kissed her again.

His hands roamed her and moved from her chest down her stomach. As his fingers brushed her center she gasped and tore her lips away from his and looked up at him with half-closed eyes. He teased her and suckled her chest until she felt as though she was going to die and her breath was labored. Her left hand was buried in his hair while her right clawed at his back as she moaned quietly. Fire filled her and she felt as though the world was spinning and she moaned loudly only to be silenced by a searing kiss from Boromir.

He smiled when he pulled his lips away from her. Her face was flushed just as her neck and chest were. He pushed her hair from her face and she looked up at him with still hooded eyes. Boromir shifted and removed his breeches. He touched her again and she sighed as she reached for him.

"Boromir, please," she whimpered and he positioned himself over her and with one swift movement they were one. Ellethwen gasped and dug her nails into his shoulders. Tears escaped her eyes and Boromir kissed them away as he remained still inside her.

"I am sorry," he said as his lips hovered over hers. She met his eyes and shook her head.

"No, do not be sorry. Do not be sorry for loving me," she said hoarsely and Boromir closed the distance and kissed her. Ellethwen returned his kiss as the moments passed they moved together in a rhythm that she would never forget and a passion that filled all her senses.

Ellethwen slowly opened her eyes and smiled at the sound of Boromir's heartbeat against her ear and his strong arm wrapped securely around her. She was married and loved by the greatest man she ever knew. Her mother would saw she is now officially a woman and a part of her wished her mother would have been there with her during the ceremony, but another part of her had a feeling she was there with her only in a different way. A sudden press of lips to the top of her head brought her from her thoughts and she turned her head and looked at Boromir. He smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Good morning, my love," he said with his voice still laced of sleep. She returned his smile and sighed.

"Good morning," she said softly and once again laid her head on his chest only looking at him.

"It is better than I dreamed."

"What is that?" she asked curiously. He smiled and pushed her hair over her bare shoulder and let his finger dance along her skin.

"Waking up with you in my arms and with you as my wife." Ellethwen smiled and moved up to him. She kissed him softly.

"It is isn't it?" she asked and he laughed with a nod. "Perhaps we should fully wake and join the others. It is probably past breakfast," she said as she began to move away only to wince and stop. Boromir frowned and sat up as he looked at her.

"Are you well?" he asked as he put his hands on her shoulders.

"Fine," she whispered. "Just a little sore." Boromir sighed and kissed her forehead. Ellethwen closed her eyes and moved further into his embrace. "You know, the others can wait." Boromir chuckled and pulled back. He looked down at her and pushed her hair away. "There's always time," she whispered before she kissed him and pushed him down on the bed. "There's always time to spend with them, right now I wish to spend my time with my husband."

"I have no objection," Boromir said with a slight laugh before his lips were covered by hers and the two were lost in their own world for the rest of the morning.