The soft glow of moonlight bathed the gardens below in silver, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of the surrounding trees and flowers. Kitra stood gracefully in the softly lit room, adorned in a gown that seemed to float around her. The dress, a pale lavender hue, draped elegantly over her form. Its deep V-neckline plunged daringly, accentuating her figure while maintaining an air of regal sophistication.
The gown's bodice hugged her torso, gathered artfully at the waist with a delicate twist of fabric. From there, the skirt flowed to the floor in gentle folds, creating an ethereal silhouette. What truly set the dress apart were its gossamer-like sleeves - or rather, cape-like extensions that flowed from her shoulders, cascading down her arms and nearly touching the ground. These diaphanous panels added a dreamlike quality to her ensemble, as if she might take flight at any moment.
Kitra's hair was styled in an intricate updo, with a few soft tendrils framing her face. The simplicity of her jewelry - a bracelet on one wrist - allowed the dress to be the focal point. As she stood there, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, Kitra embodied an otherworldly elegance, like a vision from a forgotten age of romance and magic.
She stood there, watching the stars glimmer above, feeling a sense of peace that seemed distant from the world of war and danger they now faced. She turned to find Aragorn lying on the bed nearby, his eyes closed, his face relaxed in a way she hadn't seen in months. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she walked over to him, her heart swelling with the love she held for him.
"My love does not wax and wane," Kitra said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "It is mine to give to whom I will. Like my heart." She leaned down, brushing a tender kiss against his lips. "Go to sleep."
Aragorn, his eyes still closed, smiled slightly. "I am asleep," he murmured, then opened his eyes to find her standing over him, her features bathed in moonlight. A look of realization crossed his face. "This is a dream."
Kitra smiled down at him. "Then it is a good dream," she whispered. She leaned down once more, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that lingered, filled with the unspoken love they shared. As she pulled back, her hand lingered on his cheek, but concern flickered in her eyes as she gazed at him, sensing the weight he carried even in this dream.
Aragorn's hand came up to stroke her face gently, his touch familiar and grounding. His expression softened as he looked at her, but Kitra's concern remained. She kissed him again, her way of offering him comfort, and whispered against his lips, "Sleep."
He closed his eyes, surrendering to the peace of the dream. Kitra stood slowly, moving away to the edge of the balcony. She gazed out at the gardens, her heart heavy with the knowledge of the path that lay ahead for them both.
Behind her, Aragorn's voice broke the stillness. "Minlû pendich nin i aur hen telitha." His voice was soft, his Elvish words flowing gently in the night air. "You told me once that this day would come."
Kitra's heart tightened at the memory, and she turned her head slightly to look at him over her shoulder. "You, like all your ancestors before you, will lead the people around you to victory," she said, her voice steady but filled with affection. "But unlike them, you are stronger than they were. This has always been your path, Aragorn. Only now is the fog lifting for you to see it clearly."
Aragorn sighed and stood from the bed, walking over to join her at the balcony's edge. He slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her close as he looked out at the night sky with her. "Dolen i vâd o nin," he said quietly. "My path is hidden from me."
Kitra leaned into him, her gaze still fixed on the gardens below. "Si peliannen i vâd na dail lîn," she replied, her words both reassuring and firm. "It is already laid before your feet. You cannot falter now."
Aragorn turned toward her, the weight of their shared burden pressing on him. "Kitra…"
Before he could say more, she gently placed her fingers over his lips, silencing him with a soft but commanding gesture. Her hand moved down from his lips to rest over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath her palm.
"Ae ú-esteliach nad... estelio han. Estelio ammen." Her voice was a soft plea, her eyes locking with his. "If you trust nothing else… trust this. Trust us."
In that moment, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them standing together beneath the stars. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, filled with the promise of the future they both hoped for but couldn't yet see. Time seemed to stop, the weight of their love binding them together as they held on to the strength they found in each other.
As their lips parted, Kitra rested her forehead against Aragorn's, her eyes closed as she savored the intimacy of the moment. His arms tightened around her, as if he could shield her from all the darkness that threatened to engulf their world.
"I do trust us," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. "It is the only certainty I have in these uncertain times."
Kitra opened her eyes, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. "Then let that be your guiding light, my love. When the path seems darkest, remember this moment, remember us. Let our love be the beacon that leads you home."
Aragorn gazed at her, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion that words could not express. He pulled her closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the comforting scent that was uniquely hers. For a moment, he allowed himself to be simply a man in love, the weight of his destiny temporarily lifted.
Kitra held Aragorn close, her fingers gently stroking his hair as they stood entwined on the balcony. She wished they could stay like this forever, suspended in this perfect moment where nothing existed but their love for each other. But deep in her heart, she knew their paths would soon diverge, each called to fulfill a greater purpose in the fight against the growing darkness.
After a long while, Aragorn lifted his head from her shoulder to gaze into her eyes. The intensity of his stare took her breath away. "Kitra, there are no words to express what you mean to me," he said, his voice low and fervent. "You are my strength, my solace, my very heart. No matter what lies ahead, know that my love for you is eternal and unwavering."
Tears pricked at the corners of Kitra's eyes as she cupped his face in her hands. "As is mine for you, Aragorn. Come what may, we will face it together, even if miles lie between us. Our souls are forever entwined."
He captured her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all of his love, longing and devotion into the passionate embrace. Kitra melted against him, savoring the feel of his strong arms around her, the warmth of his body pressed to hers.
As their kiss deepened, Aragorn's hands began to roam over Kitra's body, caressing her curves through the delicate fabric of her gown. She shivered at his touch, desire pooling low in her belly. His lips trailed from her mouth down the column of her throat, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Kitra's fingers tangled in Aragorn's hair as she arched into him, a soft moan escaping her. "Aragorn," she breathed, his name a plea and a prayer on her lips.
He lifted his head to meet her gaze, his eyes dark with desire. Without a word, he scooped her up into his arms, carrying her back into the candlelit room. Kitra clung to him, her heart racing with anticipation as he laid her gently on the bed.
Aragorn hovered over her, his eyes roaming hungrily over her form. "You are so beautiful," he murmured, his hand skimming along her side, tracing the curves of her body through the thin fabric.
Kitra reached up, her fingers deftly undoing the laces of Aragorn's tunic. She pushed the fabric aside, her hands gliding over the hard planes of his chest, reveling in the feel of his warm skin beneath her palms. Aragorn shuddered at her touch, his eyes falling closed as he savored the sensation.
With deliberate slowness, he began to unlace the bodice of her gown, his fingers brushing teasingly against her skin with each loosened tie. Kitra's breath hitched as the cool air met her heated flesh, her body trembling with desire as Aragorn slowly undressed her. He took his time, savoring each inch of skin he revealed, worshipping her with gentle caresses and reverent kisses.
Once her gown was fully unlaced, Aragorn slid the silken fabric down her arms, letting it pool around her waist. His gaze raked over her exposed breasts, drinking in the sight of her alabaster skin glowing in the candlelight. "Perfection," he whispered, before dipping his head to capture her lips once more.
Kitra helped Aragorn shrug off his tunic completely, her hands roaming eagerly over his bare skin as his mouth captured hers in a heated kiss. His weight settled over her as they sank back onto the bed, their bodies molding together as their passion ignited.
Aragorn's hands and lips explored every inch of Kitra's exposed flesh, teasing and caressing until she was writhing beneath him, desperate for more. "Please, Aragorn," she breathed, arching up to press her body more firmly against his.
He smiled against her skin before trailing kisses down her throat, between the valley of her breasts, his lips leaving a scorching path as he moved lower. Kitra gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he took his time lavishing attention on her sensitive skin. His hands skimmed down her sides, pushing the gown further down her hips until she was bared completely to his heated gaze.
Aragorn sat back on his heels, his eyes dark with desire as he drank in the sight of her naked body bathed in the flickering candlelight. "You take my breath my breath away. Now let me take yours."
He lowered his head, capturing one rosy nipple between his lips. Kitra gasped, arching into his touch as he lavished her breast with his tongue and teeth, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
"Aragorn," she moaned, writhing beneath him as his mouth switched to her other breast, giving it the same devoted attention. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close.
His hand drifted lower, skimming over her flat stomach and through the curls at the apex of her thighs. Kitra's breath hitched as his fingers found her most sensitive spot, caressing her with a sure touch that had her hips lifting off the bed.
"You're so wet for me already," Aragorn murmured against her breast, his fingers gliding easily through her slick folds. He circled her clit with a teasing touch, making her gasp and tremble.
"Only for you, my love,"Kitra's eyes fluttered closed as Aragorn's fingers continued their sensual exploration, teasing and stroking her most sensitive flesh until she was panting with need. "Please," she begged, her hips undulating against his hand, seeking more.
Aragorn smiled against her breast before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her body. He paused to dip his tongue into her navel, making her gasp, before moving lower still. Settling between her thighs, he gazed up at her with eyes dark with desire. "Let me taste you."
Kitra could only nod, words failing her as anticipation coiled tightly in her belly. Aragorn lowered his head, placing a soft kiss to her inner thigh before running his tongue along her slick folds. Kitra cried out, her head falling back against the pillows as pleasure shot through her like lightning.
Aragorn groaned at her taste, savoring her essence on his tongue. He licked and sucked at her sensitive flesh, spurred on by her breathy moans and the way her fingers tightened in his hair. He focused his attention on her clit, laving the sensitive nub with his tongue as he slid two fingers deep inside her tight heat. Kitra cried out, her back arching off the bed as intense pleasure coursed through her veins. Aragorn set a steady rhythm, his fingers thrusting and curling within her as his mouth worked her clit, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
Kitra panted, her hips rocking against his face as the coil of pleasure wound tighter and tighter in her core. He redoubled his efforts, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to push her over the precipice.
With a keening cry, Kitra shattered, her inner walls clenching around Aragorn's fingers as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. He continued his ministrations, guiding her through her climax until she lay spent and trembling beneath him.
Aragorn placed a final, gentle kiss to her sensitive flesh before crawling back up her body, his lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Kitra could taste herself on his tongue, and it only served to reignite the embers of her desire.
She reached between them, her hand sliding beneath the waistband of his trousers to wrap around his hard length. Aragorn groaned into her mouth, his hips jerking forward into her touch. Kitra stroked him firmly, reveling in the velvety feel of him in her hand.
"I need you inside me," she whispered against his lips, her voice hoarse with want.
Aragorn wasted no time in divesting himself of his remaining clothing, his eyes never leaving hers as he bared himself to her hungry gaze. Kitra drank in the sight of him, all hard planes and corded muscle, his arousal standing proud and thick between his thighs.
He settled himself between her legs, the blunt head of his cock nudging at her entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust of his hips, he sheathed himself inside her, both of them moaning at the exquisite sensation of being joined so intimately.
Aragorn set a languid pace, his thrusts deep and measured as he savored the feel of her tight heat surrounding him. Kitra wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his backside as she urged him deeper, harder.
Their bodies moved together in perfect synchronicity, the ancient rhythm of love and passion guiding their every touch, every kiss, every thrust. Aragorn angled his hips, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her with each drive of his cock, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her veins.
Kitra clung to him, her nails raking down his back as she lost herself in the sensation of him moving inside her, filling her so completely. Their breaths mingled, their hearts raced in unison, their very souls seemed to entwine as their passion reached a fevered pitch. Aragorn's thrusts grew more urgent, more demanding, as he chased their mutual release. Kitra met him thrust for thrust, her inner walls fluttering around his hard length as she climbed higher and higher towards ecstasy.
"Aragorn," she gasped, her voice breathy and desperate.
He captured her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her moans of pleasure. "Let go, love," he murmured against her mouth.
His words were her undoing. With a sharp cry, Kitra tumbled over the edge, her body shuddering as intense waves of bliss crashed over her. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around Aragorn's cock, pulling him deeper.
With a low groan, Aragorn followed her into oblivion, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself deep inside her welcoming heat. They clung to each other as the aftershocks of their shared climax rolled through them, their hearts pounding in unison.
Long moments passed as they drifted down from the heights of passion, their bodies still intimately joined. Aragorn pressed soft, reverent kisses to Kitra's face - her eyelids, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, before finally capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss that conveyed all the love and devotion he held for her.
As their lips parted, Aragorn gazed down at Kitra, his eyes soft and filled with rolled to his side, gathering her close in his arms. Kitra nestled into his embrace, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. In this perfect moment, the outside world and all its troubles seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them cocooned in their love.
They lay entwined, their bodies cooling in the aftermath of their lovemaking, simply savoring the peace and comfort of being in each other's arms. No words were needed - the gentle caress of Aragorn's fingers through Kitra's hair, the soft press of her lips against his chest, spoke volumes.
As the candles burned low and the night deepened around them, Kitra and Aragorn drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. Their love was a beacon in the darkness, a promise of hope and a future worth fighting for.
In the stillness of the night, two hearts beat as one, two souls forever bound by a love that would endure through all the ages of the world.