Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Bittersweet - Aragorn and Arwen |
| He’d been dreaming – a warm pleasant dream of a more carefree time. A sweet dream of younger days, filled with simpler things, all under the gentle canopies that sheltered his home. Imladris. She’d been there, stoking the fires of those dreams. Easing away his cares with her touch, the tender caresses filled with centuries of experience. To her years, he was just a boy and yet all man when wrapped in her slender arms. Arwen. Awakening, he faced the cold light of a dawn without comfort, breathing away the ache of his heart with the smoke from his pipe. Aragorn. |