Lord Aragorn and Lady Arwen's wedding was so beautiful. It was held outside where the coronation had taken place only the day before and the weather was perfect with a cool breeze blowing in from the west. The sun was just starting to set as Lady Arwen walked gracefully down to where Lord Aragorn stood. Shortly after they were pronounced as man and wife, it was my turn to walk down the crowded aisle of onlookers to my betrothed standing on the steps waiting to receive me as his wife. It all seemed to me like I was in a wonderful dream and I didn't want to wake up, but as Frodo kissed me, I realized that this was real and that I was now Frodo's wife.
After the ceremonies took place, there was another banquet held in the hall as a celebration, mainly for the new King and Queen, but Frodo and I didn't mind. We were happy just being together and sat at our table speaking quietly to one another.
"I would like to move back to the Shire if you don't mind," he whispered.
"Of course I don't mind."
"I would like to spend some time here in Gondor and then again in Rivendell, but eventually, I'd like to go back to my home and share it with you."
"How many children would you like me to bear you?"
He looked somewhat surprised when I asked this, but then laughed and said, "I don't mind. As long as I have a son to call Samwise, I'll be happy."
When the festivities came to an end, Frodo and I made our way outside to gaze at the stars. Just like the night before, a million stars dotted the sky and it was starting to become very cool. I saw Frodo shiver a bit from the chilly night air.
"Shall we go inside?" I asked.
"Yes, it is rather cool. Are you cold?"
"No," I answered. "I am immortal still. I will not be mortal until…"
"Until what my dear?"
"Until we become one."
He blushed and averted his gaze.
"Are you ready then to become a mortal?" he eventually asked.
"To no one but you."
He took my hand and led me into a small bedroom. It was the perfect setting for a romantic scene that was to take place. The sheets were drawn down on the bed and starlight was filtering in from outside. Frodo immediately went over and started a fire in the hearth as I breathed in the scent of wood and fire.
"This is where I was brought when I returned from Mordor."
"It's a beautiful room," I replied as he held me in his arms.
"Yes it is," he exclaimed as I slowly began to unbutton his shirt. As I slid it to the floor, I was aware that there were scars on his shoulder and neck. No doubt the one on his shoulder was from where he was stabbed by the Wraith, but I wondered about the one on his neck.
"What happened to your neck, dear?"
"Oh, that," he answered, rubbing the wound. "I was stung by a spider."
"That had to be an awfully large spider to make that big of a sting in your neck."
"It was, my dear. It was."
His voice seemed to trail off and he stared past me into the distance. I was afraid I was bringing back too many painful memories about his journey and I did not want to do that on this night. We would have other times to discuss this matter, but not tonight. I brought him back to the present with a simple kiss.
If you do not like sex scenes, stop reading here. Nothing more happens in this chapter. Frodo and Berythna make love and that's the end of the chapter. You have been warned!
He then wrapped his arms around me and began unbuttoning my wedding gown. It wasn't a proper wedding gown, but it was a beautiful white dress that I had brought from Rivendell. Once he had finished his task, he let the garment fall to the ground and then gazed at me in my undergarments, which left very little to the imagination.
I took his hand as he led me over to the awaiting bed. With the fire crackling in the fireplace and the starlight peeking through the window, he gently picked me up and laid me carefully down on the bed. He then laid down next to me and gently positioned himself on top of me, kissing me softly and lightly touching me. I felt a feeling course through my body that I had never felt before in my life. It was like an aching sensation in my lower stomach that soon made my whole body tingle with anticipation.
Frodo stopped kissing me, raised himself off of my body and gently removed the last of my clothing. He let out a mixture of a sigh and a moan when he saw me for the first time and then began kissing me wherever his lips happened to land. That tingling sensation soon became a burning sensation and I experienced a severe longing for him. I think he felt the same.
Very soon, he had removed the rest of his clothing and began kissing my lips with such passion, even more than last night. He pressed himself against my body and I at last felt his body's reaction to mine. I opened my legs to him and automatically he entered my body.
"I'll be gentle, I promise," he whispered, breathlessly. "I won't go all the way inside just yet."
He did as he promised and for several seconds, I could feel him hesitating. I wanted so much more than this.
"You may go further if you like," I whispered.
"Are you sure?"
I nodded as he went a little further and a little deeper inside. I gasped as did he and began crying out with immense pleasure.
"Are you ready for me to go all the way in?" he asked. "I don't think I can hold out much longer."
"Yes," I replied. "Please."
He then slid all the way inside of me. We both let out a passionate moan and gazed at each other while we continued to make passionate love to one another. Finally, I felt something stir inside of me, deep down where a woman gains all of her pleasure. I knew something was about to happen and I began to thrust harder as did he. Suddenly, we both could take it no longer.
"Are you ready?" he exclaimed. "I don't want to do this without you."
"Do it, darling. I'm more than ready."
After a few more passionate thrusts, I felt an overwhelming amount of pleasure burst inside of me. Only moments later, I felt him burst inside of me as well. A wet stickiness entered my body and then I knew that my immortality was over. I could actually feel it leaving my body as I lay back on the pillow, my hair a little damp from my excursions, breathing for air.
"Are you all right?" Frodo asked breathlessly as he laid his head on my chest.
"Yes," I replied and stroked his hair. "Are you?"
He replied in the affirmative and then gently climbed off of my body.
"I feel terrible," he whispered. "I didn't take time to explore your body and allow you to do the same with mine. I was too hurried. I apologize."
"Don't," I answered and kissed him. "You gave me so much pleasure tonight. I hope I gave you just as much."
"Believe me love. You did."
There was a slight pause as our breathing became normal again and then he whispered, "Are you mortal?"
I nodded as I wrapped my legs around his own.
"We will have other times to explore one another before we make love," I exclaimed as we held each other. "Perhaps tomorrow night."
He kissed the top of my head and we fell asleep.