The Mystery of Love
A/N: You all asked for romance, well here it is. This may not be what you expected but oh well.
Chapter Eleven
The Land of the Fae
~~POV-ARWEN EVENSTAR~~
I smiled at Aragorn, "Reyna will be here soon."
Aragorn looked over to me, "Good my love. Though these Fae have been cordial, I wish to see a familiar face." I smiled and kissed his lips tenderly. He rested his hand over my swollen stomach as we sat on a balcony. The snow fell gently around us as curled up under a blanket. The blanket was linen with down feathers in it. I loved this place; it was far more glorious than Reyna said. Everything anyone could ever want was here. Streams alive with the spirit of the Earth, forests thicker than those of Mirkwood, meadows fresher than the first day of spring, and snow softer than the plushest pillow were all found here.
I snuggled softly against Aragorn, "I wonder what she had to do before she followed us."
A horse road up with a woodland elf on its back. I smiled, "Hello Ariane, I did not expect you."
He dismounted and bowed, "I did not expect to be here but Reyna requested that I visit if she did not think she would make her deadline. News from Rivendell said that she and Legolas left yesterday morning. They should arrive around nightfall tomorrow. I am to make you feel more at home, and she said she needed to speak with me."
I smiled, "Well, I must show you all the beautiful things here! Have you ever heard Reyna talk about Glacia?"
Ariane pursed his, "Can't say that I have HÃril Arwen." I stood quickly, grabbed his hand and motioned for Aragorn to accompany me. Ariane almost lost his balanced as I wrenched him towards the vast hallway of the Bastion.
On the ride here we passed three landings, each about the size of Osgiliath, and arrived in front of a massive wooden gate. All around the peak was a wall wooden posts separated the town. A gate, about fifteen feet high, had stood before us. Two young women were at the top. They called us by name, and then three more pushed the massive gate up high enough for us to ride in. I was about to ask why when I saw the wind blowing around their three faces. Fae possessed more power than I had anticipated, far more. Each landing had a theme about it, a branch of Fae power.
The first we had come by, at the base of the mountain was Fire, since it was cooler further up. This landing was built of stone, with a large flame depicted on the arch trellis that was the entrance. The buildings had straw roofs, odd for a place in which fire was so common. They had a massive field of dirt, this was they practiced their magic. An inn, a bakery, a healer, a council hall, a community center, dozens of houses, a town square, several small shops, a mason and the Baroness's dwelling filled this town.
Next was a village with a similar lay out but the drawing of a moon was inscribed above the entrance. This town did not have a bakery or a mason. Instead there was a jeweler and a granary. The jeweler sold the finest ebony jewelry I had every seen.
The next town was similar yet again. It had a massive windmill, and sold turquoise jewels. The people there were very soft spoken, but each of them floated a few centimeters off the ground. As in all the colonies, there was a massive bell in the town square, to alert other towns of attack I assumed. This town has a sunny sky painted above the entryway, the Wind branch.
As we ascended to the top, we came to the Peak. There was no particular element specific to the Peak, every branch of the mother harmonized. They had masons, jewelers, farmers, windmills, water wheels powering the granary, pools, fire pits, shady forests, brightly lit meadows, glorious brooks, and tempestuous breezes that blew through on occasion.
A gust blew my hair wildly behind me as I slipped back into the present. Aragorn was smiling and laughing with Ariane as we walked towards a cool pool of water. I slipped my leather sandals off and waded into the water, pulling my dress up to my knees. Ariane laughed, "Showing a bit too much skin aren't we Arwen?" Merrymaking sparked in his eyes.
I grinned and yanked him in, "A bit damp aren't you Ariane?" Aragorn laughed hard and gave me a hand up. I climbed out and laughed as Ariane dragged his sopping body out of the cool brook. He shook his head several times, water sprayed from his hair splattering Aragorn. He stood and pulled off his tunic.
He glared good-humoredly, "I don't typically remove any such garments in the presents of a lady but you have left me no choice." Aragorn patted his moist back as we walked into Bastion to show Ariane to his room. He thanked us for the refreshing dip and slipped into his room to clean up.
I slid my hand into Aragorn's and walked with him out into the cool evening air. As we sat and talked my ears picked up a sound, a lone horse's hooves. I sat up worriedly, "Aragorn, didn't Ariane say that Legolas was coming with Reyna?"
Aragorn nodded, "Yes, what of it?"
I bit my lip, "Well, I hear only one horse's hooves." He stood and walked towards the gates. He pushed it open and ran down the dirt path. I followed close behind, trying to listen more keenly as we ran. Still no sound another horse. As we glanced down the path from the hillcrest we saw two horses riding hard in our direction. One held a blond haired elf and the other a brown haired fighter. I looked at them again; Reyna and Legolas rode fast in our direction. Still, there was only the sound of one horse's gallop. I began to question my hearing before Aragorn took my hand.
He stared in awe at Reyna's horse, "Look, a Wicca-kin." I scrutinized the horse keenly and noticed its hooves did not touch the ground as it ran. No sound was made because there was no contact with the ground. Aragorn continued to stare in awe as they slowed and stopped. Reyna dismounted quickly and her horse ran into the settlement walls. The gate had been opened since we ran out and we all walked in together in silence.
Reyna was leading Legolas's horse while Legolas carried her saddlebags. Legolas's horse was left to a stable hand and Reyna embraced me tightly. She smiled, "I am glad you had a safe journey."
I nodded, "You are a day early . . .how?"
She grinned harmlessly, "My secret." Legolas muttered something under his breath that caused the two to laugh but I did not quite catch it.
Aragorn gave me a puzzled look as we entered Reyna's home. Legolas's eyes were glued to the land, the architecture but mostly to the Queen. His eyes did not leave Reyna's body for more than a minute at all that I noticed. He wasn't staring at her body in particular, just her presence. When his eyes would inadvertently roam over her bottom he would blush and avert his eyes. I laughed and Aragorn raised his eyebrow curiously. I whispered to him, "Watch Legolas."
After about two minutes Aragorn also laughed. We arrived in front of our chambers and Reyna smiled, "I will meet you for dinner in the dining hall. Afterward, I would like it if I could speak with Arwen alone in my chambers."
I nodded, "I want to hear everything." I gave her a suggestive glance and giggled lightly. She looked up innocently at me and I laughed harder. Aragorn and I walked into our chambers as Legolas and Reyna continued down the hall.
~~~POV CHANGE-LEGOLAS GREENLEAF~~~
As Reyna escorted me down the halls she blushed, "All of the rooms are packed with courtiers, I am afraid the only vacant spot is the Consort's room." A/N: ooooo, what a coincidence!
Colored rushed to my cheeks and I nodded, "That will be fine." I shifted my saddlebag further onto my left shoulder to balance the two bags better.
Reyna turned, "Oh! I am sorry, I will carry mine."
She started to lift her bag off my right shoulder but I shook my head, "I can carry them both." A/N: *mutters under her breath* show off!
A soft, almost inaudible snarl rose from the Lady's mouth as I continued to walk. We rounded a corner and she halted. She smiled, "This is your room. If anything is not to your liking, ask any one of us and we will fix it. The Fae are a kind people but we do not have servants. The rest of the Fae respect you more because you are the Queen's friend and an Elven Prince but you will find no servants. We have cooks who run the kitchen but we pay them more than fair wages. They may be rather cross if regarded as a servant, I warn you."
A silky smooth laughed poured out of my throat, "Thank you for your advice Lady."
She growled, "I am no Lady."
I smiled, "Okay then, Cathelle." {Kitten.} She flushed lightly as I bowed to her and entered my room. I closed the door and listened to her hesitant footsteps, they walked a couple of meters or so and stopped. A door opened and closed, I heard her sigh loudly and flop onto her bed. I turned to look at my room.
It was gorgeous. The bed was ebony wood of the finest grain. The bed was a four-poster bed and it had sheer garnet curtains dangling around it. The bedspread was claret velvet on top, with garnet silk on the underside. The sheets were silken and of similar color. About six pillows covered the bed. Four king sized pillows, the top two with velvet covering and the bottom two with silk. The others were black; a small heart of velvet was red though. The two others were small velvet black pillows. Lastly was a small cylinder like pillow of black satin lay on the bed.
The comforter was down filled and sunk even at my touch. There was a lush circular carpet surrounding the bed area. An ebony nightstand and wardrobe also filled the room. White sheer curtains covered the glass windowpanes and the doors, which had six panes of glass in each of them. White doors opened to a vast stone balcony with marble tiling, like the room. Black marble tile with veins of red floored the room, while white marble with black seams covered the balcony.
An ebony desk sat inside with a small lantern. Outside were three small wooden chairs and a table. The outside furniture was all a polished Blackwood. I spun around a few times; not believing that such beauty was possible. That was when I noticed the roof.
On the roof was a fresco of Mirkwood Forest. The thick golden foliage and a light snow cover. Everything was so beautiful. I lay down serenely, sinking into the bed soundlessly. Within moments I heard that voice. The same voice I had heard back in Rivendell. She was softly humming notes to herself, notes that coincidently fit the song I had heard Reyna sing. Curiosity overpowered my better judgment and I knocked on the door across from my bed.
Reyna opened it slowly, "Yes, does something displease you Prince?"
I shook my head quickly, and paused for a moment to notice the humming stopped. I asked anyway, "You must tell me something. Who is this enchantress who sings so stunningly?"
A bright red colored flowed into her cheeks as she smiled, "That voice was me, Prince Legolas. Thank you for the compliment." Her eyes sparkled with interest, "When else have you heard this voice?"
I thought hard, "Rivendell, on the eve of our departure. Tanya naa ta." {That is it.}
An even richer colored took hold of her entire face, "Thank you Prince, that was most definitely me."
I looked up, "Whom were you singing to, if you do not mind me asking Cathelle?"
Her eyes shined with jesting, "No one Prince. No one in particular, just my other." I nodded, recalling her song. She was referring to her soul mate. Her other half was the recipient of such dazzling melody.
I smiled, "I was just wondering. You have a gorgeous voice, but it sounded different on the ride here."
She nodded, "Your ears are keen. My Fae spirit, the spirit of the Queen, sang that song. Every queen has that voice when she sings that song. It is considered disrespectful for any other voice to even utter those words. Mother wrote the first verse, and every verse since has been her voice speaking through the queens."
I remained silent for some time, processing everything she had said. I placed my hand against my head as sleep began to wear away at my ability to logically piece this all together. I looked into her tempestuous eyes, "So, what you are saying is that your real voice is the one I just heard?" She nodded. I continued, "Then you have a voice more tempting than the Mother's."
Reyna's eyes went wide, "Legolas! The Mother gave me my gift, so that is impossible. At best I sing half as well as she." I cupped her face in my hands and aimed her eyes upward, towards mine.
I stared at her in silence for a moment. "Your voice was the one that had me entranced, your voice is far more delightful. Trust me, as an Elf I have heard many good voices." Small droplets of water swelled in her eyes, brimming around her bottom lashes. She nodded fiercely and I pulled her into a tender embrace.
She pulled away after a moment, the tears gone. She stepped behind her door, "You are a most kind friend my dear Prince." I flushed lightly, bowed to her and smiled.
"Quel du." {Good night.}
"'Ar lle." {And you.} Her voice was wavering and shy. She closed the door and I heard her lean against it afterward. She stood there for many second, let out a loud sigh and walked over to her bed. I heard her slip off her tunic and toss it to the floor. Her leggings followed and then she slipped on another garment. She softly plunged into her bed and sighed once more. Soft words from her filled my sharp ears, "Maybe, just maybe, I am not crazy. Maybe I have found you, and maybe you feel more than I thought."
Color rushed to my cheeks and I walked over to my bed. I slipped off my belt and arm guards slowly. Next, I removed my tunic, pulling it roughly over my head. I then pulled off my boots quietly. Lastly, I stripped off my leggings and fell into the soft bed. I pulled the soft blankets over my body. Many minutes passed as I stared at the fresco. I drifted into dreams of what the future held.
~~~POV-CHANGE-ELESSAR TELCONTAR (ARAGORN)~~~
I stepped back into our room and saw Arwen sitting in a nearby chair. She had one hand over her stomach and another fingering her hair. I pulled her hand from her hair and smiled. I drew her up to the standing position. I kissed her, running my hands down her white nightgown. Meeting her swollen belly I smiled and wrapped her into my arms. I kissed her deeply and lead her over to our bed. I smiled, "You need to rest my love." She nodded and climbed under the covers. I removed my belt, sheath, shirt and other clothing. I pulled a fresh pair of looser pants on as I climbed into bed with her. I put my arm around her and listened to her breathing slow as she fell into sleep. I in turn fell into rest to the sound of her beating heart.
~~~END~~~
Kinda dull, I know. Most of the romance between Arwen and Aragorn than Legolas and Reyna but I did include some mushy stuff. R&R and TY!!!!
A/N: You all asked for romance, well here it is. This may not be what you expected but oh well.
Chapter Eleven
The Land of the Fae
~~POV-ARWEN EVENSTAR~~
I smiled at Aragorn, "Reyna will be here soon."
Aragorn looked over to me, "Good my love. Though these Fae have been cordial, I wish to see a familiar face." I smiled and kissed his lips tenderly. He rested his hand over my swollen stomach as we sat on a balcony. The snow fell gently around us as curled up under a blanket. The blanket was linen with down feathers in it. I loved this place; it was far more glorious than Reyna said. Everything anyone could ever want was here. Streams alive with the spirit of the Earth, forests thicker than those of Mirkwood, meadows fresher than the first day of spring, and snow softer than the plushest pillow were all found here.
I snuggled softly against Aragorn, "I wonder what she had to do before she followed us."
A horse road up with a woodland elf on its back. I smiled, "Hello Ariane, I did not expect you."
He dismounted and bowed, "I did not expect to be here but Reyna requested that I visit if she did not think she would make her deadline. News from Rivendell said that she and Legolas left yesterday morning. They should arrive around nightfall tomorrow. I am to make you feel more at home, and she said she needed to speak with me."
I smiled, "Well, I must show you all the beautiful things here! Have you ever heard Reyna talk about Glacia?"
Ariane pursed his, "Can't say that I have HÃril Arwen." I stood quickly, grabbed his hand and motioned for Aragorn to accompany me. Ariane almost lost his balanced as I wrenched him towards the vast hallway of the Bastion.
On the ride here we passed three landings, each about the size of Osgiliath, and arrived in front of a massive wooden gate. All around the peak was a wall wooden posts separated the town. A gate, about fifteen feet high, had stood before us. Two young women were at the top. They called us by name, and then three more pushed the massive gate up high enough for us to ride in. I was about to ask why when I saw the wind blowing around their three faces. Fae possessed more power than I had anticipated, far more. Each landing had a theme about it, a branch of Fae power.
The first we had come by, at the base of the mountain was Fire, since it was cooler further up. This landing was built of stone, with a large flame depicted on the arch trellis that was the entrance. The buildings had straw roofs, odd for a place in which fire was so common. They had a massive field of dirt, this was they practiced their magic. An inn, a bakery, a healer, a council hall, a community center, dozens of houses, a town square, several small shops, a mason and the Baroness's dwelling filled this town.
Next was a village with a similar lay out but the drawing of a moon was inscribed above the entrance. This town did not have a bakery or a mason. Instead there was a jeweler and a granary. The jeweler sold the finest ebony jewelry I had every seen.
The next town was similar yet again. It had a massive windmill, and sold turquoise jewels. The people there were very soft spoken, but each of them floated a few centimeters off the ground. As in all the colonies, there was a massive bell in the town square, to alert other towns of attack I assumed. This town has a sunny sky painted above the entryway, the Wind branch.
As we ascended to the top, we came to the Peak. There was no particular element specific to the Peak, every branch of the mother harmonized. They had masons, jewelers, farmers, windmills, water wheels powering the granary, pools, fire pits, shady forests, brightly lit meadows, glorious brooks, and tempestuous breezes that blew through on occasion.
A gust blew my hair wildly behind me as I slipped back into the present. Aragorn was smiling and laughing with Ariane as we walked towards a cool pool of water. I slipped my leather sandals off and waded into the water, pulling my dress up to my knees. Ariane laughed, "Showing a bit too much skin aren't we Arwen?" Merrymaking sparked in his eyes.
I grinned and yanked him in, "A bit damp aren't you Ariane?" Aragorn laughed hard and gave me a hand up. I climbed out and laughed as Ariane dragged his sopping body out of the cool brook. He shook his head several times, water sprayed from his hair splattering Aragorn. He stood and pulled off his tunic.
He glared good-humoredly, "I don't typically remove any such garments in the presents of a lady but you have left me no choice." Aragorn patted his moist back as we walked into Bastion to show Ariane to his room. He thanked us for the refreshing dip and slipped into his room to clean up.
I slid my hand into Aragorn's and walked with him out into the cool evening air. As we sat and talked my ears picked up a sound, a lone horse's hooves. I sat up worriedly, "Aragorn, didn't Ariane say that Legolas was coming with Reyna?"
Aragorn nodded, "Yes, what of it?"
I bit my lip, "Well, I hear only one horse's hooves." He stood and walked towards the gates. He pushed it open and ran down the dirt path. I followed close behind, trying to listen more keenly as we ran. Still no sound another horse. As we glanced down the path from the hillcrest we saw two horses riding hard in our direction. One held a blond haired elf and the other a brown haired fighter. I looked at them again; Reyna and Legolas rode fast in our direction. Still, there was only the sound of one horse's gallop. I began to question my hearing before Aragorn took my hand.
He stared in awe at Reyna's horse, "Look, a Wicca-kin." I scrutinized the horse keenly and noticed its hooves did not touch the ground as it ran. No sound was made because there was no contact with the ground. Aragorn continued to stare in awe as they slowed and stopped. Reyna dismounted quickly and her horse ran into the settlement walls. The gate had been opened since we ran out and we all walked in together in silence.
Reyna was leading Legolas's horse while Legolas carried her saddlebags. Legolas's horse was left to a stable hand and Reyna embraced me tightly. She smiled, "I am glad you had a safe journey."
I nodded, "You are a day early . . .how?"
She grinned harmlessly, "My secret." Legolas muttered something under his breath that caused the two to laugh but I did not quite catch it.
Aragorn gave me a puzzled look as we entered Reyna's home. Legolas's eyes were glued to the land, the architecture but mostly to the Queen. His eyes did not leave Reyna's body for more than a minute at all that I noticed. He wasn't staring at her body in particular, just her presence. When his eyes would inadvertently roam over her bottom he would blush and avert his eyes. I laughed and Aragorn raised his eyebrow curiously. I whispered to him, "Watch Legolas."
After about two minutes Aragorn also laughed. We arrived in front of our chambers and Reyna smiled, "I will meet you for dinner in the dining hall. Afterward, I would like it if I could speak with Arwen alone in my chambers."
I nodded, "I want to hear everything." I gave her a suggestive glance and giggled lightly. She looked up innocently at me and I laughed harder. Aragorn and I walked into our chambers as Legolas and Reyna continued down the hall.
~~~POV CHANGE-LEGOLAS GREENLEAF~~~
As Reyna escorted me down the halls she blushed, "All of the rooms are packed with courtiers, I am afraid the only vacant spot is the Consort's room." A/N: ooooo, what a coincidence!
Colored rushed to my cheeks and I nodded, "That will be fine." I shifted my saddlebag further onto my left shoulder to balance the two bags better.
Reyna turned, "Oh! I am sorry, I will carry mine."
She started to lift her bag off my right shoulder but I shook my head, "I can carry them both." A/N: *mutters under her breath* show off!
A soft, almost inaudible snarl rose from the Lady's mouth as I continued to walk. We rounded a corner and she halted. She smiled, "This is your room. If anything is not to your liking, ask any one of us and we will fix it. The Fae are a kind people but we do not have servants. The rest of the Fae respect you more because you are the Queen's friend and an Elven Prince but you will find no servants. We have cooks who run the kitchen but we pay them more than fair wages. They may be rather cross if regarded as a servant, I warn you."
A silky smooth laughed poured out of my throat, "Thank you for your advice Lady."
She growled, "I am no Lady."
I smiled, "Okay then, Cathelle." {Kitten.} She flushed lightly as I bowed to her and entered my room. I closed the door and listened to her hesitant footsteps, they walked a couple of meters or so and stopped. A door opened and closed, I heard her sigh loudly and flop onto her bed. I turned to look at my room.
It was gorgeous. The bed was ebony wood of the finest grain. The bed was a four-poster bed and it had sheer garnet curtains dangling around it. The bedspread was claret velvet on top, with garnet silk on the underside. The sheets were silken and of similar color. About six pillows covered the bed. Four king sized pillows, the top two with velvet covering and the bottom two with silk. The others were black; a small heart of velvet was red though. The two others were small velvet black pillows. Lastly was a small cylinder like pillow of black satin lay on the bed.
The comforter was down filled and sunk even at my touch. There was a lush circular carpet surrounding the bed area. An ebony nightstand and wardrobe also filled the room. White sheer curtains covered the glass windowpanes and the doors, which had six panes of glass in each of them. White doors opened to a vast stone balcony with marble tiling, like the room. Black marble tile with veins of red floored the room, while white marble with black seams covered the balcony.
An ebony desk sat inside with a small lantern. Outside were three small wooden chairs and a table. The outside furniture was all a polished Blackwood. I spun around a few times; not believing that such beauty was possible. That was when I noticed the roof.
On the roof was a fresco of Mirkwood Forest. The thick golden foliage and a light snow cover. Everything was so beautiful. I lay down serenely, sinking into the bed soundlessly. Within moments I heard that voice. The same voice I had heard back in Rivendell. She was softly humming notes to herself, notes that coincidently fit the song I had heard Reyna sing. Curiosity overpowered my better judgment and I knocked on the door across from my bed.
Reyna opened it slowly, "Yes, does something displease you Prince?"
I shook my head quickly, and paused for a moment to notice the humming stopped. I asked anyway, "You must tell me something. Who is this enchantress who sings so stunningly?"
A bright red colored flowed into her cheeks as she smiled, "That voice was me, Prince Legolas. Thank you for the compliment." Her eyes sparkled with interest, "When else have you heard this voice?"
I thought hard, "Rivendell, on the eve of our departure. Tanya naa ta." {That is it.}
An even richer colored took hold of her entire face, "Thank you Prince, that was most definitely me."
I looked up, "Whom were you singing to, if you do not mind me asking Cathelle?"
Her eyes shined with jesting, "No one Prince. No one in particular, just my other." I nodded, recalling her song. She was referring to her soul mate. Her other half was the recipient of such dazzling melody.
I smiled, "I was just wondering. You have a gorgeous voice, but it sounded different on the ride here."
She nodded, "Your ears are keen. My Fae spirit, the spirit of the Queen, sang that song. Every queen has that voice when she sings that song. It is considered disrespectful for any other voice to even utter those words. Mother wrote the first verse, and every verse since has been her voice speaking through the queens."
I remained silent for some time, processing everything she had said. I placed my hand against my head as sleep began to wear away at my ability to logically piece this all together. I looked into her tempestuous eyes, "So, what you are saying is that your real voice is the one I just heard?" She nodded. I continued, "Then you have a voice more tempting than the Mother's."
Reyna's eyes went wide, "Legolas! The Mother gave me my gift, so that is impossible. At best I sing half as well as she." I cupped her face in my hands and aimed her eyes upward, towards mine.
I stared at her in silence for a moment. "Your voice was the one that had me entranced, your voice is far more delightful. Trust me, as an Elf I have heard many good voices." Small droplets of water swelled in her eyes, brimming around her bottom lashes. She nodded fiercely and I pulled her into a tender embrace.
She pulled away after a moment, the tears gone. She stepped behind her door, "You are a most kind friend my dear Prince." I flushed lightly, bowed to her and smiled.
"Quel du." {Good night.}
"'Ar lle." {And you.} Her voice was wavering and shy. She closed the door and I heard her lean against it afterward. She stood there for many second, let out a loud sigh and walked over to her bed. I heard her slip off her tunic and toss it to the floor. Her leggings followed and then she slipped on another garment. She softly plunged into her bed and sighed once more. Soft words from her filled my sharp ears, "Maybe, just maybe, I am not crazy. Maybe I have found you, and maybe you feel more than I thought."
Color rushed to my cheeks and I walked over to my bed. I slipped off my belt and arm guards slowly. Next, I removed my tunic, pulling it roughly over my head. I then pulled off my boots quietly. Lastly, I stripped off my leggings and fell into the soft bed. I pulled the soft blankets over my body. Many minutes passed as I stared at the fresco. I drifted into dreams of what the future held.
~~~POV-CHANGE-ELESSAR TELCONTAR (ARAGORN)~~~
I stepped back into our room and saw Arwen sitting in a nearby chair. She had one hand over her stomach and another fingering her hair. I pulled her hand from her hair and smiled. I drew her up to the standing position. I kissed her, running my hands down her white nightgown. Meeting her swollen belly I smiled and wrapped her into my arms. I kissed her deeply and lead her over to our bed. I smiled, "You need to rest my love." She nodded and climbed under the covers. I removed my belt, sheath, shirt and other clothing. I pulled a fresh pair of looser pants on as I climbed into bed with her. I put my arm around her and listened to her breathing slow as she fell into sleep. I in turn fell into rest to the sound of her beating heart.
~~~END~~~
Kinda dull, I know. Most of the romance between Arwen and Aragorn than Legolas and Reyna but I did include some mushy stuff. R&R and TY!!!!