Who: Arwen and Aragorn What: Aragorn dodged his duties and goes to see Arwen instead When: Game-time Where: Citadel Rating/Status: PG/Part One of Two
Aragorn had been busy rebuilding a city so to speak, but the good news was that it was almost done and he'd be getting some rest very soon. Most of his nights were sleepless these days and his days filled with problem solving and politics. Not to say that it was all bad, no, quite the opposite... he loved being King, but there was still something missing. Arwen, his future bride was not yet Queen. It was as though his other half was missing from the equation, but it was no fair to the city and it's people to celebrate in marriage before the city itself was rebuilt. The day was fast approaching however, and Aragorn found a new bounce in his step.
Unable to stop himself Aragorn dodged his guards on his was to his chambers and ran as quickly as he could to the guest houses. Perhaps it was not normal behavior for a King of Gondor, but at this point Aragorn didn't care. He wanted to see his one true love. With a small mischievious smile appearing on his lips Aragorn raised his hand and knocked on Arwen's door.
Arwen sat in her sitting room, ivory brush drawing through her long, dark hair. Dusk was turning into twilight and she was humming a soft song to herself as she allowed her mind to wander. Her work with the orphanage was fulfilling, though Arwen was hardly distracted from the fact that she had yet to spend any true time with her love. Yes, they had dined with all the other important figures who resided within the reconstructed walls of the city and seen to matters that required both of their presences, but that hardly counted as time spent with one another. She wanted to relish in his victory, savor the sweetness that was their future together, no matter how short or long it might be.
The knock at the door startled her, which was uncommon, but she did not let it bother her. She settled the brush onto the small table near her chaise and made her way gracefully across the room. "Ya naa tanya? Who is that?" She was not about to open the door for a stranger, after all. Despite being in a city that adored her betrothed, she was no fool and ignorant of danger.
"Lîn meleth. It is your love," Aragorn responded softly, glad to hear her voice. It was good that she was being catious. Though it was true that most loved and adored Aragorn as their King there were still those who refused to believe that he was the rightful heir.
"Will you open the door for a weary soul?" he asked, a small but playful smile opening across his lips.
Arwen almost threw the door open, but instead smiled and laid her hand against the door. He had come to see her. Her heart fluttered in anticipation of his touch, but she maintained her composure. "My love? Certainly you cannot be, for Elendil would not be able to escape his retinue to visit the guest houses. Perhaps you are an admirer only?" She smirked behind the door and then stepped back, opening it slowly.
"I believe I have the time to entertain a weary soul, if but for just a moment," she bowed her head and lowered herself into a reverent curtsey, "My Lord."
Aragorn raised his eyebrows at Arwen's response. He chuckled silently to himself. Arwen knew him much better than that. Escaping his retinue was pancakes to the things he had done in his life, but he sort of loved it when she teased him. If it were anyone else, he might not be so light hearted about it... though Aragorn was a fairly pleasant person to be around these days.
He watched as his future bride opened the door and held her composure at the sight of him, showing her respect. Aragorn returned the favor and bowed his head towards her though that mischievious smile did not leave his face as he did so. He moved past Arwen into the room and took her by the arm so that he could pull her into a kiss as he closed the door behind them. Quite forward, yes, but at this point he didn't care.
Arwen made a small noise of surprise, not expecting such impropriety - but then again, when had Aragorn ever fit the mold of those before him. She returned his kiss, her arms wrapping delicately around his neck. Joy made her heart flutter and she could not believe he was here and this was not a dream. How often had she dreamt nearly this same scenario, only to wake and find herself alone in Imladris?
But this time, this time she knew it was not a dream.
She broke the kiss and touched his face lightly, "That was not the action of a weary soul." She broke into a grin and kissed him again softly before she giggled, finally letting her joy come forth.
Aragorn kissed Arwen with the same passion a man who came home to his wife after a long war did. He did not want the kiss to break, but he allowed it and smiled as he pushed back her dark hair and stared into her beautiful eyes. "I find that it is only your presence that I need to replenish me," he said softly.
"And your presence to replenish me," she said just as softly, her fingers running through his hair. "Though I suppose the presence of the King of Gondor and Arnor would replenish anyone."
She gazed into his eyes for a long time, her own brimming with tears. Of joy or of relief, she wasn't even sure. She had seen him, had touched him, long before this moment... but in this moment he suddenly felt real. They felt real. "I have missed you, my love. More than I could ever express to you fully."
"And I have missed you," Aragorn responded, letting his hands glide down her body until they clutched her hands in his own and squeezed them reassuringly. "Soon we will no longer be forced to be apart, and our lives together can start." He found that he was not at all nervous about the wedding, but instead giddy with excitment, or at least as giddy as Aragorn could get about something. "Come, sit and talk with me for awhile?" he asked.