Arwen Undomiel Telcontar - Queen of Gondor (arwen_undomiel) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-03 01:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | aragorn, arwen |
Your eye is going to be horribly bruised by tomorrow.
Who: Aragorn and Arwen
What: Queenly advice, nose mendage, and further reconcilation. Also. Decision!
Where: Aragorn's Office
When: After the Brothers/Aragorn/Beru log, and before that report was sent to Boromir
Aragorn: *beginning to wonder if the expense of a wedding is even worth the cost in money and (now) confidence, for the morale boost**would be content to just wed her and be done with it. If she still wants to wed him, as that wasn't particulary clear, even after the previous night**currently has an ice pack on his nose while writing out some missives and various orders to be sent around, along with a request for Boromir to a) grab Faramir (ala the walking talking lie detector man) and the two of them to personally choose a dozen guards to be stationed through out the city to keep an eye out for unusual behaviour among other guards and b) See him post haste*
Aragorn: *has decided he hates paper work with a passion and it is the absolute worst part of being a ruler*
Arwen: *was on her way to see him, actually, but saw Boromir and Faramir storming their way up and decided now might be a bad time*
Aragorn: *sharply calls for a page, and hands off the missives**stews*
Page: *runs out slightly terrified*
Arwen: *was keenly watching for Boromir and Faramir to leave, and isn't sure she likes the charged atmosphere at present* *especially doesn't like the look on the pages face as she passes him* *frowns, and wonders what in Eru's name is going on in this city* *knocks on Aragorn's door*
Aragorn: *tersely* Enter.
Arwen: *does so, takes a look at him, frowns* ..... meleth.. what in Eru's name has happened to your face? *shuts the door behind her and immediately rushes over to him*
Aragorn: Boromir. =| *still mildly paranoid in regards to her >.>* And this isn't even in regards to the thing he really deserves to hit me over *sighs**explains what happened, and why security went through the roof, while she mother hens his nose.*
Arwen: *takes the ice off his nose and has a good look at it, then frowns* Your eye is going to be horribly bruised by tomorrow. *makes a note of everything he's telling her, and her frown deepens* I suppose that explains why the seamstress never came for my dress fitting this morning... but you must be horribly worried, for your errand rider especially.
Aragorn: For all of them. *scowls* I put the guard on Tindomiel myself, at Karigan's request *neglected to add to Boromir that Karigan had pretty much requested a guard as he wanted Boromir to blame him and not the errand rider* And it is likely the guard was a spy or worse. Eru only knows how many others there are like him.
Arwen: *nods her head, listening attentively* You of course worry for them all, and so does Boromir. He simply has a different way of showing it... perhaps he worries for one or the other of the missing far more greatly than he is letting on. But I would not be so quick to blame the guard. Is the guard missing to? In that case, it is more likely the guard was .... taken out of the picture.
Aragorn: Possibly, but there was no sign of a struggle. *Frowns*
Arwen: You cannot know the hearts and minds of all of your guards. It is a large city, meleth. *leans down and kisses his forehead* *heads out of the room and comes back a few moments later with a basin, and a soft cloth, and some herbs* *sits on his desk and starts washing the bloody nose, gently*
Aragorn: *gives her a grateful look**whispers* I hardly deserve you.
Arwen: *keeps washing, with nice, pain-relieving, swelling-relieving herbs* *smiles at him* In the future, I am bound to give you as many headaches as you have given me, as new to mortality and this realm as I am.
Aragorn: *laughs* Perhaps I ought to buy you lots of warm clothing, until you get used to cold weather*
Aragorn: and Mittens. *grows more serious* I think I shall assign some rangers to important people. Such as yourself, the Stewards, and your family.
Arwen: Warm clothing, cloaks, and mittens. I shall remember. But I highly doubt we all need guards. Most of us can take care of ourselves, I should think. *winks at him, and finishes washing, then puts the ice pack back on his nose*
Aragorn: Karigan thought she could take care of herself**caresses her hand*
Arwen: Karigan is not a well trained ranger, with over two thousand years of experience avoiding trouble.
Arwen: Post a guard if you wish, but I can see potential problems with this. Especially if you increase security now where there was less security before, and only on the ones YOU find important. *caresses his hand*
Aragorn: *takes her hand and kisses it* You've a point. Then, the rangers will remain hidden and watchful. I will ask Faramir to station those if his who he trusts, through-out the rest of the city, doing much the same, for the rest of the people. And I will have Boromir post his most trusted guards as he sees fit to watch for any suspicious behaviour in other guards.
Arwen: *nods her head, gets up off the desk and sits on his lap*
Aragorn: *looks taken aback**cups a hand on her cheek, and gazes into her eyes, as if sharing his soul with her* Never will I take you for granted.
Arwen: *meets his eyes, sharing a look with him that is ten times warmer than her looks have been, of late* I believe you.
Aragorn: *breathes warmly on her lips, and her jaw, and whispers in her ear* You are as enrapturing, as ever.
Arwen: *runs a hand over the cheek that's on the other side of the bleeding part of his nose, carefully, gently, and then kisses it lightly* And you are as handsome as any elven lord, just as you were that day in Lorien... even scruffy and more Ranger than King, still.
Aragorn: There are parts of me that miss being Strider, I think. *whispered*
Arwen: Ada's will or no, I would have married you, even had you stayed Strider, and wandered all the North by your side. *whispers this as well, and kisses his cheek*
Aragorn: *caresses her face**bleeding has stopped at least, and nose is red and he clearly had to set it back into place XD*
Arwen: *kisses him, very very gently*
Aragorn: *breathes through his nose, painfully, as he returns the kiss, the very air itself seeming to be charged** one hand rests on her leg*
Arwen: *breaks the kiss, nuzzles up into his neck* The wedding will be postponed indefinitely in this state *whispers this softly, against his ear*
Aragorn: *chuckles**raspily* Aye, I know. I wish such things were not..necessary.
Arwen: What if I told you that I ... do not really care if they are? *nibbles at his neck, a bit*
Aragorn: *tilts his head back and closes his eyes**his entire body just..relaxes, as though he is..greatly relieved at something. PErhaps that she forgave him. For some reason*
Arwen: *switches to sindarin* When your nose is better... perhaps we should just do this. I can wear one of my nicer dresses.... *nibbles again*
Aragorn: *frankly, would rather not wait, but figures it's best until things settle down again, anyway. and still wants to tell Boromir first >.>**lets out a breezy sigh**hand on her leg is getting rubby, and so is hand on her cheek**replies in Sindarin* It might be worth it, to see the look on your father's face.
Arwen: *is getting a bit rubby in return* I have decided I wish to be your wife.... and I have decided I do not wish to wait..... *says this in breathy Sindarin* ...any longer than is necessary. *and by necessary, probably means taking care of boromir stuff*
Aragorn: *Gazes into her eyes, then steals a gentle, promising kiss*
Arwen: *gentle, promising, soul-burning kiss*
Aragorn: *deepens it, and intensifies it, one hand caressing in circles around her back, as though sharing all the restrained passion that seems to be charged throughout his body, on a day to day basis*
Arwen: *has her own restrained passion, that only seemsto have kindled brighter through this spat with him, and shares that with him through the kiss* *wraps an arm around his neck and curls her fingers up into his hair*
Aragorn: *pulls her closer to him, threading and combing one hand through her hair, the other madly assaulting her back*
Room: *practically crackles*
Arwen: *massages her hand at his back, practically umbues him with her soul and melts the furniture, that's how hot she's kissing him right now*
Aragorn: *hair on back of his neck standing on end from the charge around them, all but devours her lips with his, fingers digging into her back and shoulders*
Arwen: *is feeling particularly naughty and starts working her hands into his tunic*
Aragorn: *lets out a shivering gasp, and it takes all of his considerable will power to not lay open her dress*
Arwen: *pulls his shirt up a bit and breaks the kiss to start kissing at this bare chest*
Aragorn: *forget how to breath, completely* *strokes a hand through her hair, and he gently caressed the other across her chest*
Arwen: *arches a bit, against his hand, kisses her way up his chest and back to his neck, really, really starting to get lost in the feeling of all this*
Air: *seems to crackle more intensely*
page; *knocks on the door*
Arwen: *pauses, and tries to catch her breath*
Aragorn: *soft groan, tries to regain his senses**somehow hand has found itself down Arwen's Bosom! Hand, how dare you do such a thing!**he pulls it out, then worked on making her look presentable
Arwen: *pulls his shirt down, smooths the folds, smooths her hair, and scurries quickly for a chair on the other side of his desk*
ARagorn: *choked* En..*clears throat, clearly* enter!
Page: *enters**blinks..looks between them, eyedarts* I've delivered the message to the Steward. It was difficult, as he was not allowing entry to anyone.
Aragorn: *exhales* Then once he reads it, he will almost certainly come here and bellow. *gives Arwen an apologetic look* We may have to continue our discussion, later, meleth.
Arwen: *nods her head* I will await you in my rooms. *picks herself up regally and brushes past the page, like nothing suspicious happened here, at all >.> *
Page: *got eyeful of half-elf cleavage at least*
PAge: *skedaddles*
Aragorn: *sits back in his chair with a rough groan, and works on composing himself further*