TITLE: Tonight You Shall Sleep In Peace (NC-17)
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 PWP with a bit of angst.
NOTES: Once again, I feel the need to even the odds with a good old-fashioned heterosexual story. This one has a little more angst in it, but there always seems to be something (or someone) you want but just can´t have. I´m going to guess the whole “Can´t have the woman you love until 1) prove your worth as a man by fighting evils even the Valar can´t destroy for the next sixty or so years; 2) help a hobbit destroy the One Ring, which could destroy all of Middle Earth, and will try to tempt you into using it; 3) become King of Gondor and Arnor; and 4) convince her to give up immortality just for you” qualifies as a big frustration. But that´s just my opinion. Let me know if you agree, and I might just write a story about Aragorn and how he dealt with that.

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“But tonight I shall sleep without fear for the first time since I left Rivendell. And may I sleep deep, and forget for a while my grief! I am weary in both body and heart.”
--Aragorn, The Fellowship of the Ring, Chapter VII, “The Mirror of Galadriel”

So much loss. So little hope. At least they were safe now, in Lórien, under the diligent protection of the elves. It was almost forty years ago when he had spent time with Arwen in this beautiful land. Many men would lose such memories over that amount of time, but Aragorn remembered every detail, everything she said, everything she did, and everything she was. His quest to go to Mordor and destroy the Ring was not only for the sake of Middle Earth, it was for her as well.

He reminded himself of his current status. They were safe here. He was safe here. There was no need for his constant watch and concern for the other members of the party. Turning off the ever-watchful Ranger in him, Aragorn allowed himself to relax and fall into sleep, dreaming of happier times in this beautiful land. Times when he was with Arwen, and he was content.

He awakened slightly in the middle of the night briefly to use his left foot to scratch his right: something was making it itch. Not really conscious, he rubbed it again, only to find an object in his way. He opened his eyes and looked down, adrenaline kicking in, preparing him for a fight.

Instead of some new evil, he saw Arwen, at his feet, slowly stroking his right foot. She was beautiful against the pale light. He started to speak, to ask why she was here and how she was here and what she was doing… but found himself unable to deny her wish as she lifted her finger to her lips to indicate that he be silent.

He started to sit up, but she gently pushed him back down, shaking her head. She was in control tonight. His questions of how would have to wait until later.

Aragorn lay back down, relaxing again as he watched his love undo his trousers and pull them off. She moved back to his foot again. It felt so good, and for a while he forgot what journey had caused it to be so sore to begin with. She moved up his right leg, rubbing and stroking and massaging all the aching parts until they were completely relaxed. He sighed in the silence as she continued her journey upwards, past his knee and onto his thigh.

Now his hormones took control, and he could think of nothing except her apparent target of this whole affair. She spent what felt like an eternity on his thigh, and then to his dismay, started down his other leg. Arwen moved even slower on the left side than she had the right, and by the time she got to his toes, Aragorn was in a relaxed and dreamy state.

Arwen moved on top of Aragorn now, making sure not to touch his aching member as she kneeled and bent forward to kiss him. She kissed all along his jaw bone, and up onto his ear. When his hips involuntarily thrust up to fulfill his desire, she stopped and straightened up. Again, she shook her head. This was going to be an exercise for the Ranger in self-control.

She bent forward again, and continued kissing him all over his face, running her fingers through his hair at the same time. He was caught in that slightly oblivious state somewhere between totally relaxed and totally turned on, and suddenly didn´t care about the Ring, the Balrog, and the mine... It all faded away in the arms of his love.

Still kissing his face and neck, she took of his shirt, and started moving down with her kisses and caresses. She kissed him all over his chest, giving him pleasure; and she kneaded his shoulders, giving him relief. He was beyond any level of comprehension, and he let the lack of reality overwhelm him.

She continued her path down, licking and stroking every part of his chest and stomach with her tongue and her fingers. Every time she reached his belly button, she´d start kissing back up again until she reached his neck. This continued for what seemed like forever, until she finally roamed even farther down, and stopped to look at his now rock hard member.

This slight pause in the pleasure brought him back into reality enough to raise his head to look down, but he was sent back into oblivion again when she took his tip into her mouth and slowly licked off the liquid that had formed there. Her hands traced circles all over his inner thighs and lower stomach, occasionally working in unison with her mouth on the shaft.

She teased his organ with slow strokes and then fast strokes, swirling her tongue as she went. She repeatedly brought him to the brink of release, and then backed off. Soon, unable to control himself, Aragorn started begging, “Please, please.” She started to go faster and he started to beg louder and then…

Aragorn eyes flashed open to find Legolas shaking his shoulder. “Aragorn, are you not well? You must have been having a disturbing dream.”

He nodded his head, indicating he was all right, and silently cursed whatever being had created the ability to dream. Covered with sweat, frustrated more than he had ever been, and extremely lonely, he once again lay down in the safety of Lórien and hoped for dreamless sleep. It would be a long time before Aragorn, son of Arathorn, ever found peace anywhere.

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