Light of Lorien
Authors: Smut Faeries (MijaFaery, Viv, Royal Elf, and Queenie)
Rating: R (detailed heterosexual scene)
Summary: Before the war began in earnest, Aragorn returned careworn from his wars and quests, and he was granted shelter in Lorien. There he met again Arwen, the Evenstar. They spent a season in Lorien, at the end of which the Lady of Rivendell bound herself to a mortal man and set in motion events that would end the age and change the very world. So… what *did* happen beneath the golden trees of Lorien?
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Arwen stared at her fingers, long and elegant, laying in endless stitches.
So passed the long seasons, one falling into the next, each one a nuance less glorious than the last. Like birds before snow, her people were fleeing this Middle-earth, all with excited whispers of the west, of a light that never dimmed and a glory softer and more enfolding than feather down.
None of which interested Arwen in the least.
She sighed, feeling the weight of inevitability settle over her, borne on the elven music of Lorien.
Only one moment in her entire life had been something other than boring. And she had been instructed in no uncertain terms to disregard that moment. To forget the boy who had sung to her of Luthien and made her feel, for the first time in her long years, a twinge of … desire? Need for something other than mere beauty?
She thought of his grey eyes, undimmed by lack of hope, and her pulse skittered.
"What ails you, child?" her grandmother asked, and Arwen looked up, dropping a stitch. She flushed.
"Nothing," she replied evasively.
Galadriel smiled, her bright eyes slipping to the uneven stitches in Arwen's silks.
"Nothing?" Galadriel repeated. There was laughter behind her voice, and Arwen shifted uncomfortably. The great canopy of Caras Galadhon sheltered her from the heat of late Echuir, but she felt awfully warm.
Galadriel rose from her bower, pushing back a curtain of woven white flowers and looking south. Her face grew pensive.
"Undomiel, have I never told you how your parents met? You father, then a captain of Gil-Galad, was a warrior, stern and concerned only with stronghold defenses and infantry formations. He came to my home in Lindon, to advise us to flee in the face of Sauron's wrath. He hadn't thought to linger there; the armies of the dark lord moved fast against us. But he spied there in Lindon Celebrían, your mother, and all his thought of haste ceased. In his mind, he spent a season there in the foothills with his love, taking her finally to the refuge of Imladris. In truth, that season lasted a day in the time of Arda; the power of Nenya kept time still and led Elrond and Celebrian to the love you saw as a child. You see, Arwen, Elrond was ever blind to the necessity for love, and he sees time as one long onslaught, to be alternately resisted and hoarded. In both respects he is wrong. There is ever time for love. And ever a need to know it."
Galadriel's rich voice wound through the boughs of Lorien, drifting down upon that land like a shroud of magic. Slowly she turned to Arwen, an enigmatic smile on her ageless face. Reaching into her bag of silks, Galadriel drew forth a box with a lid of rubbed teak and edges of adamant. It was divided in half and a narrow column connected the two edges. The bottom half was filled with glittering sand. Arwen frowned at it, watching the late-afternoon light fracture in the translucent adamant.
"The sand is from the Calacirya, washed up from the beaches of Aman." She turned the sandbox in her hands, and Arwen watched the grains slither through the narrow column, slowly, almost as if they passed one at a time.
"Arwen, from this minuial to the next, you shall see a full season. Make it count."
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Aragorn turned around again, still wary of the sensations that hit him every time he set foot in the Golden Forest of Lothlorien.
It was the feeling of entering a living creature, every tree, leaf, pebble and grasshalm radiating life. He also felt as if he was being watched, and though he was used to recognize the Fair Folk when they hid in the trees, after living for so long among them in Imladris, he could not see any sentinels around him.
He took a deep breath and enjoyed the feeling of sheer magic permeating his senses. He was not an elf, but he respected and loved the Children of the Valar beyond measure, in their gentleness and infinite wisdom. Their beauty was not meaningful, even if it was an external mirror of their old souls. Since Aragorn had left Rivendell to join the rangers, his soul was split between the peace and joy of living among the elves and the necessity of finding his own heritage in the human world.
Still, he hadn't found the answers to the questions in his mind and the knowledge of the dark shadow that lay on him as the last of Isildur's descendants.
He was the heir of the one who had betrayed the free folks of Middle Earth and allowed that evil remained alive. Isildur's weakness was a curse, thousands of years after the Last Alliance. He shoved the dark thoughts away and walked towards a stream he heard not far away.
Aragorn was thirsty, for water and also for peace of mind.
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Galadriel saw Arwen wander away into the forest and smiled. The time was right.
Few moments later Haldir, captain of the guard of Lorien approached the Throne Room followed by a dark-dressed, dusty human male. She recognized him at once.
Strider, was the name he gave to most, but he was Elessar, the king with no kingdom, Aragorn, son of Arathorn.
"Welcome in the Golden Woods, Aragorn. We are pleased to see you," the Lady of the Wood greeted him.
Aragorn bowed deep before Galadriel and touched his heart and his head in salute to her."I am fortunate to have entered your realm, Lady Galadriel."
"We know you have roamed over all lands of Middle Earth for long, Aragorn. Are you not weary of the long journey?"
"Yes milady. But my soul and heart are restless and I do not belong anywhere. So I will continue, until this body doesn't carry them anymore."
Galadriel smiled. "Maybe the Valar gives you the grace to find a refuge for your heart. Until then, you are welcome to rest as long as you desire in Caras Galadhon. You are our guest."
Aragorn bowed again, before retiring. "I will forever be grateful for your hospitality and friendship, Lady Galadriel."
The wise Lady of the Wood saw now that the pieces were set, just like the mirror had shown her. The Valar and two hearts destined for each other would do the rest.
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Aragorn woke to a restlessness in his soul, bidding him to take a walk through the woods.
He was most at home amongst the trees, making him wonder that Elven blood did not course through his veins. As he walked, the things that occurred around him did not go unnoticed. His senses were as sharp as any elf's and his eyes saw things that wished to remain unseen: a fawn hiding in the bushes, a bird sitting high in the branches of a tree, a hare crouched beneath a fallen tree.
As well as the being that followed him.
He did not turn, not wanting to alarm his attacker, instead listening with a trained ear. As the distance between them began to close, he suddenly turned, not prepared for the sight that stood before him.
Her hair was still the color of a raven's feather, long and flowing like a glorious waterfall. Her skin as flawless and delicate as he remembered in his mind.
Aragorn felt as if he had lost his heart all over again to this beautiful creature.
"Arwen," he whispered. "Manke lle tuula?" (Where did you come from?)
She smiled, taking that one step closer to him, reaching up to stroke his aged face.
"Aragorn, amaaelamin. I have waited for you, just as I promised." (my beloved)
Emotion overwhelmed him, his eyes flooding with tears, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch her.
"This has to be a dream," he whispered, even as he felt her skin beneath his fingers.
"No, melamin, not a dream. This is real." ( my love)
He drew her closer, needing to feel her lips pressed against his own, to know deep in his heart and soul that Arwen, his love, was there before him.
Her lips were soft against his, her caresses gentle, but nothing compared to the warmth that spread over him that could only come from her. His arms tightened around her, as if he were afraid she would vanish in thin air, his kiss deepening.
The wetness that fell onto his hands, where he cupped her face, caused him to pull back. He saw tears flowing freely from Arwen's eyes, alarming him.
"Why do you cry, Arwen?"
"For you have come home. To me. I have dreamed of this moment many times, but I feared it would never come true. I had started to lose hope."
"And yet, you still waited," he whispered in amazement.
"Yes."
"Amin mela lle, Arwen. Fulfill our promise to one another. Be my tari." (queen)
Arwen felt a surge of joy flood her heart, as she laughed through her tears.
"Yes!"
He laughed with her, twirling around in a circle with her in his arms, their joy evident for any who wished to see.
"Fulfill a wish now, Aragorn."
"What is it, melamin?"
"Let us join bodies as we have already joined hearts and souls."
His answer was a kiss. A kiss so pure in love that there would be no mistaken it. Arwen stepped away from him, her hand enclosing upon his own as she started to lead him down a path through the woods.
"Where are we going?" he asked, following her.
"To a place where we shall not be disturbed."
Aragorn let her take him to a clearing in the woods that he never knew existed. There was no sun shining down upon them, yet light shone all about them. The air even seemed to still, no sound made aside from the ones they made.
Aragorn looked to Arwen, wanting to question her about the place where the stood, but the words drifted from his mind when he saw her shining face. Arwen reached for the ties at her shoulders, pulling them apart as the silver gown slid from her body. She stood before Aragorn, bathed only in the light that seemed to be shining from within her caused by her love for him.
"Lle naa vanima," he whispered, stepping closer to her, taking her in his arms. (You are beautiful)
"Mela amin." (Love me)
Aragorn felt her nimble hands strip away his garments, falling upon her own to create a pallet. He laid her gently upon it, his eyes touching her where his hands were not. She trembled like a leaf in the wind, her heart racing like a thousand horses across a field.
Aragorn lay beside her, his bare skin brushing against hers. He let his fingers glide across her breasts. Arwen arched toward his touch like a flower to the sun, seeking more from him. She saw the Evenstar then, nestled there at the hollow of his throat. Arwen raised her hand to it, gasping when she felt the surge of power she gained from it. Aragorn must have felt it too for her grasped her hand around the necklace, his eyes wide with emotion.
"You felt it," she murmured, her body still humming.
"Yes! What is it, Arwen?" She smiled, remembering what her grandmother had told her not so long ago.
"Love, Aragorn. It is love."
Unable to hold back from her any more, Aragorn covered Arwen's body with his own, her arms opening to welcome him there. As his mouth swept a kiss over her lips, his body also joined with hers.
Arwen cried out, her hands digging in deep. Aragorn bathed her face in soft caresses, whispered words of love in her ear, as he moved them both toward that ultimate pinnacle where only their world existed.
"Aragorn," Arwen whimpered, her eyes full of confusion as she felt strange things happening within her. Aragorn knew she did not understand, for elves were not like humans. They mated for life, not for a simple pleasure. Arwen would not understand these things.
"I am here, melamin. I have you." Arwen's body arched beneath his suddenly, her voice singing out as she flew over the horizon of pleasure.
Aragorn watched his beloved soar, his own body following. The ecstasy on his face was an amazement to Arwen, understanding what Galadriel had meant when she said that Aragorn's love would be unwavering.
He was her life now.
A new life possibly growing inside her now…a proof of their love.
Aragorn held her in his arms, his kisses tender, words no longer needed. For now, they had forever, but soon it would end.
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As they lay in the clearing surrounded by trees, Aragorn fell into a light slumber.
Arwen snuggled against her beloved and sighed. She felt a tremendous surge of love for him, more then she had ever experienced. She knew that it would not last forever and the knowledge brought her sadness.
Arwen closed her eyes and felt tears slip out from under her lids. No, she would not let this moment be marred by sadness. She reached up and wiped the tears away, then smiled softly. She would love him for the rest of their lives, for as long as they were on this world.
They stayed there in the clearing until the sun began to creep up from it's own slumber and the moon slowly went to rest for the day.
"Amaaelamin, you must awaken." Arwen spoke softly in Aragorn's ear.
" I do not ever want to leave this place." He murmured pulling her into his arms.
She sighed, " I wish we could stay in this place forever, but I think we would eventually be found" Arwen said with a smile.
" You are right, as always."
He laughed as he sat up. Arwen smiled and started to pull her clothes on, they were wrinkled and stained but she didn't care. After she finished, she watched as Aragorn pulled his own clothes, covering his nude body.
His lean muscles flexed as he pulled his pants over his slim hips, the muscles in his back moved gracefully under taught skin. His body was poetry in motion. She would never tire of watching him. After he finished dressing, he held out his hand for Arwen, pulling her close. She was so very beautiful, exceedingly beautiful. She took his breath away.
He reached up and touched her face gently, running his callused fingers over her soft skin. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes relished the feelings radiating from him. He smiled softly and then kissed her lightly upon her soft pink lips.
"We should go melamin." Arwen said
"Yes, I wouldn't want Haldir to find us" Aragorn chuckled
Arwen laughed happily then took his hand leading him back towards the path.
They walked quietly, not really feeling the need to speak. They walked past Galadriel's mirror and walked up the steps towards the pavilion that Aragorn was housed in.
"Amaaelamin, I wish that I could remain with you, but I must leave. Soon we will be together and I will never leave you again." Aragorn said, taking Arwen's face in his large hands.
"That day will not come soon enough." She said sadly.
Her eyes filled with crystalline tears, they fell down her cheeks and dampened his fingers. Aragorn pulled Arwen into a tight embrace.
He didn't want her to see the sadness in his eyes; it would be torture to be without her. He loved her more then his own life, but he knew that he was needed elsewhere. His trip would be long, but his friend had been adamant. He could not linger.
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Galadriel watched the couple below her, her heart breaking with the knowledge that her granddaughter was sad.
She knew however that it was meant to be that way for now. They would be together again.
The threat would be coming soon. She had seen it in her mirror this past night.
She knew that Aragorn was a major part of the solution and if he did not leave as soon as possible all would be lost.
Galadriel watched as Arwen pulled away from him and started back up the steps. She waited for her granddaughter to pass her then stepped out.
" My dear child, how I wish I could prevent you from feeling this pain." Galadriel said softly, tears glistening in her eyes.
"Grandmother, he is leaving this morn." Arwen said mournfully.
Galadriel nodded, " Yes, I know. I saw it in the mirror. There is darkness growing and the world is in peril, but that is all that I can see at this time. You must be strong for him, my dear. His love for you will help sustain him through his ordeals."
Arwen straightened, " Yes, I will be strong. He will come back to me."
She then nodded to her grandmother and continued up the stairs to find solitude.
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Aragorn had just finished packing his few belongings when Galadriel came into view.
" My Lady," he greeted " What can I do for you this morning?"
She smiled sadly, " It isn't a question of what you can do for me, but what I can do for you."
His eyebrows drew together in question, " please explain?"
" You are about to embark on a journey that could save the world. I can tell that you will have to be strong and vigilant. I can tell you no more, for the mirror was vague and cloudy."
" Yes, My Lady I will do the best I can." He said with his head bowed in reverence.
" Yes, you will. I am sure. Remember that you hold my granddaughter's heart in your hands, please do come back to her." Galadriel said gravely.
She then turned and left as silently as she came. Aragorn shouldered his pack after strapping on his sword. He then left the pavilion and started down the trail. He had already crossed the clearing and was about to enter the forest again, then felt the need to turn and look behind him. He looked across the clearing and saw Arwen.
She raised her hand and waved in silent good-bye. Aragorn touched his forehead and lowered his hand to his chest. He turned away first, because he knew that if he didn't he would run back across the clearing and sweep her into his arms.
Arwen watched until his figure became completely blocked by the thick trees.
Her love would come back, she knew this, but the wait would be torture.
The End
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