Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| And Thought How Blessed He Was |
Aragorn has finally obtained his heart's desire. MEFAwards 2007: 1st Place – Genre: Romance: Drabble |
| It had been so long a wait. Aragorn, finally feeling the reality of her smooth skin under his fingers, her lips melting under his own, hearing her breathing quicken and deepen, could not prevent the single tear from falling. It was too much, too overwhelming all of a sudden. Arwen smiled up at him, loving, flushed and bright-eyed. She reached out, following the shiny track with a finger. She caressed his eyes, his lips, the tip of his tongue: tingling, tantalising, arousing... Trailed her fingers lower down his body... And whispered, “Let go. Let go now, Aragorn. You are home.” |
A/N: - The title and Arwen’s words are (adapted) quotes from “Caprice and Rondo”, by Dorothy Dunnett. 09.07.06 B-drabble for Vilwarin, who wished for something, especially something intimate, with Aragorn. |