The wind ravaged the land and the rain accompanied it. A full moon was set above billowing black clouds that bore the storm upon the city. A fleet of stars gazed upon the shadowed streets, while Arwen lay by my side dreamless.
The pair of us lay in wake, blinking wordlessly at each other in pure adoration. Arwen lay half over me, her head rested on my bare chest and her left hand crossed over me to sweep her slender fingers through my brown hair in a relaxed manner. Letting her graceful fingers comb through my un-kept twines of hair, I rested myself; at the moment, it felt as though nothing could come between us. My love for her was deep, and, no question about it, she felt the same for me.
I was watching her eyes, smiling lightly at the thought of spending the night with her at my side. Her delicate figure was made visible by the contour of the bed sheets, her perfectly unmarked skin tempting me to love her even more, if it was, if only remotely, possible, and bring her closer to me. With every second that we lay there, idle and unmoving in the middle of the night, my lust for her love was growing. It was almost as if we were in a time continuum, the seconds stretched into minutes, the minutes dragged by, but each one I savored, for I had Arwen.
She stopped running her fingers through my hair and moved closer, until she was pressed close to me, her unblinking eyes staying fixed on my own. Arwen reached towards me, until her arm was around my waist, in a loving gesture, one that was returned by me. Gently, I rolled over to face her directly, but, before I even had a chance to speak, I found her hand on my lips, silencing my words. She smiled in a pleased way, as she leaned closer and snagged me in one of her long, passionate kisses. It was absolute heaven. As the kiss ended, I wished it would go on forever, but it was only a feeble wish, one that would be answered time after time that night.
What would Elrond say if he caught us? He had always had a way of knowing where we were in the city, and seemed to find a way to break into one of our intimate moments at just the right time. I was highly surprised that he had not already found us, we had been dodging him all day, finding a quiet meadow to enjoy, and the moment word of his approach reached us, we ran off to find a noisy little brook to sit by. That night, we had walked together down the halls, until we came to my room, where I expected her to depart, but she stayed with me, insiting on staying by my side all night. I had double checked the halls to make sure my adoptive father had not even glimpsed us slipping into my room, and after being sure, I had followed her in. He would probably banish me if he caught us together like this, or worse, punish her for sleeping with a mortal, half-breed. The thought of it made my blood boil…why couldn’t he just be happy for his daughter? Why did he have to make her life miserable just for falling in love with me? It wasn’t her fault, fate was to blame for this unlikely of unions. We had to be careful the next morning, I had to get her up before dawn, and send her back to her room, no matter how much she complained about it.
Arwen smiled again, her eyes blinking slowly in a seductive manner; it drove me crazy for her. When a woman could pull off that innocent, sexy look while looking into my own eyes, it drove me wild, I knew I had to make her mine at that moment. She seemed to read my thoughts, for her other arm, which had been propping her up on her side, moved over to me and swept my cheek carefully. Arwen fell gently back onto the pillow; her black hair spread out in an almost angelic way, as her delicate skin seemed to glow in the moonlight that filtered lazily through the window. It was as if she had fallen from the stars and happened to land next to me.
I put my other arm underneath her neck, as I searched her face for a long moment. Fate had indeed been kind to us, for we had ended up the most passionate of lovers, two that were inseparable, nothing could stand between us, neither Elrond, Sauron, nor my duty as a Ranger could force us apart. As I drifted back to the present, she pressed closer, until our foreheads met, and I wished wistfully for her to kiss me again. She grinned seductively and held me tighter, pressing herself to me as her lips again covered mine. My mind went blissfully blank, but one thought crossed my mind before it was whisked away by Arwen’s love…this was going to be one long and enjoyable night.