TITLE: One Last Night
AUTHOR: Xander03
EMAIL: xand03@hotmail.com
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Arwen/Aragorn
DISCLAIMER: Standard JRR Tolkien/New Line Cinema disclaimers apply.
FEEDBACK: To the email address above.
SUMMARY: Aragorn/Arwen action the night before he leaves with the Fellowship. PWP.
NOTES: Nothing against Aragorn/Legolas fans, but there seems to be a disproportional amount of those stories to Aragorn/Arwen, which seems to me the only actual love story included in the movie/books with regard to Aragorn. So I thought I´d even the odds a bit.

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Elrond stood on his balcony, looking down on the fair city of Rivendell. Two months prior, he´d led a council on the fate of the One Ring, and ultimately, of Middle Earth. Tomorrow, the Company of the Ring would set forth from this fair city, and travel south. Elrond sighed. He knew not of what was to come, but it would be dark.

Turning at last from the scene, he started to make his way inside toward the comfort of his bed. But before he left the openness of the outside, his keen eyes spotted someone sneaking about in his city, obviously trying to avoid detection. He gazed over the railing once again at this figure, and smiled when he realized that it was his daughter, Arwen. If one had known Elrond for many ages, one might have been able to detect a hint of sarcasm when he said quietly, “Now, I wonder where she is going.”

Aragorn lay in his bed, unable to sleep. Once again, he glanced at his gear that rested against the wall. It still seemed in order, and it would be difficult for him to forget anything, as he was taking so little. He rolled onto his side and stared out the window at the stars. He knew why sleep eluded him. It was neither the upcoming departure nor the onset of war, but his heart knowing it would be a very long time before he saw his love.

After a few moments of star gazing, he became restless again, and rolled over. Arwen was on the other side of the bed, silently waiting and smiling as she watched her love try to find rest.

“My love,” she said, “why are you still awake?”

Aragorn rose from the bed and held her hands. “I leave tomorrow, and I know I will miss you.” Raising one hand to his lips, he laid a gentle kiss on her fingers.

She raised her hand to his cheek, and caressed the worn skin there. “And I will miss you as well. But tonight, let us not worry about tomorrow.” She pulled away from him and took a few steps back. With grace no human woman could ever reproduce, she swiftly undid the ribbons holding her gown up. Aragorn watched in silence as the fine Elven garment slipped to the floor and pooled around her ankles.

Arwen now stepped forward, and stood close to Aragorn. “As you wish, my lady,” Aragorn said before bringing her even closer in a tender embrace and kiss. The two stood and kissed for several moments, seemingly unaware of the outside world.

Lesser men might have been inclined to take quick advantage of the beautiful body laid bare before them, but Aragorn was a strong, noble man, who only had intentions of giving his love the most pleasurable night possible. He stroked her back while they kissed, always amazed at how silky and soft her skin was. Whenever they met like this, Aragorn constantly cherished the feel of her velvety skin against his own rough and worn hands and body.

Only when Arwen pulled back from the embrace did Aragorn softly guide her to the bed. Arwen lay back, relaxing on the soft blankets. Aragorn slowly and carefully crawled on top of her, never once breaking eye contact. Once positioned over her, resting his weight on his forearms, he returned to the task of kissing her.

After several moments of kissing, Arwen pulled at the ties that held Aragorn´s shirt closed. She took it off slowly, touching every part of his chest, shoulders, and arms as she went. The two were still kissing, but now Aragorn started to place kisses along her jaw line, moving up toward her right ear. He sucked and gently nibbled at the ear lobe, getting his sought reward of a sigh of pleasure from Arwen.

He gradually moved his kisses down the side and nape of her neck, using his unshaven chin to produce more effect. He kissed along her collarbone up to her shoulder, and then back down again. Down her chest he continued, until at last she thought he would find her breasts. However, Aragorn wanted to prolong the evening and tease his lover, so he returned to her lips again. For many minutes, he stayed with her lips, passionately kissing his love.

Finally, he started his path back down her neck again, occasionally nipping at her fine skin, sending her into a more excited state. He crept lower and lower until her right breast was in his mouth. Gently he sucked and nibbled her right breast, as his hand crept up to massage the left one. He ran the stubble on his chin over her nipple, causing her to moan and her back to arch.

He moved his lips to the left breast, and repeated the actions that had worked so well on the right. Arwen continued to moan, and Aragorn could smell her desire. His own body was screaming for release, begging for him to start the actions necessary for him to relieve his desires. But Aragorn pushed his thoughts aside, and focused now instead on Arwen´s exquisite stomach.

Aragorn lapped around her belly button, and moved both of his hands up to caress her breasts, occasionally pinching gently. He moved lower now, down into her silken curls, and past on to her thighs. He licked and nipped at her inner thighs, now having to hold her still with his left arm. His right hand crept down the same path his tongue had taken and stopped between her legs.

“Aragorn…” Arwen was mumbling his name now, broken only by the sporadic word, “Please.”

His fingers ran gently along the sensitive folds between her legs, circling the nub found at the top, and returning again lower. He pressed one finger, and then two inside her, slowly stroking in and out, driving her wild. He lowered his lips now to her folds, and while continuing to stroke with his fingers, he licked all around the tiny nub of nerves.

Her words became more frantic and incoherent now. Aragorn pressed in with his fingers even deeper, and latched on to her with his lips. Again and again he thrust his fingers inside of her, and his tongue was working even faster now. Her breathing became fast and deep, and then with a rush of energy, she climaxed, calling out his name.

Aragorn waited for Arwen´s breathing to return to normal before silently and quickly removing his trousers. He lay back on top of her, stroking her hair gently as he watched her regain her composure. Before she could speak, he kissed her deeply, breaking only to say the words, “I love you.”

He continued to kiss Arwen until she was ready for him to enter her. She spread her legs, inviting his hard member in. Reaching down to steady himself, he slowly pressed inside of her, hearing her gasp with pleasure, and trying to control his own. Once inside, he paused and reminded himself to breathe. After what seemed like an eternity, he allowed his body to do what it had been wanting since the beginning of the night.

The two bodies, glistening with sweat, rose with each thrust. The two lovers continued to kiss, and explore the other´s body with their hands, until Aragorn could not stand it anymore. He quickened his pace and deepened his thrusts. Again she moaned, and called out his name. Her breathing became more rapid until she was exploding again, screaming and moaning and calling his name over and over. Aragorn yelled as he finally achieved release, pumping until no more energy remained.

Aragorn kept control long enough to ensure he didn´t collapse on Arwen, and moved to her side before passing out from exhaustion. The two slept together in peace the one last night they had with each other.

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