Arwen Undomiel Telcontar - Queen of Gondor (arwen_undomiel) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-22 18:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | aragorn, arwen |
Who: Arwen, Aragorn.
What: Sponge bath for the king, 'cause lets face it, he smells. >.> And other more serious discussions!
When: Presentish!
Where: Healing Houses.
Arwen: *has a basin of warm, scented water in her hand, a towel slung over her arm, and is pulling curtains up around the area*
ARagorn: *half awake*
Arwen: *sets the basin down on the table beside his bed, and the towel, and also seems to be carrying a clean tunic and pants for him, as well*
Arwen: *gently, and slowly, lifts him up a bit, and stacks pillows behind him so that he's sitting upright*
Aragorn: *wakes a little, and smiles at her**Tries to take her hand**looking a WHOLE lot less pale now, too*
Arwen: *takes his hand, squeezes it* You are looking a bit less like death today, which is a good thing. *smiles at him*
Aragorn: Shh. I am merely..trying to get some vacation time in, before I am to work for the next few decades. *winks*
Arwen: Meleth, I can think of much, much more fun ways to take a vacation. You had me worried sick, and I am not the only one. *shakes her head at him, and kisses his forehead*
Arwen: *then? Takes out a small knife, sits beside him, and starts cutting at bandaging*
Aragorn: *smiles a bit, squeezing her hand, then rests back to let her work*
Aragorn: How is..everything?
Arwen: *finishes cutting at the bandaging and tugs it away* The country has not fallen apart yet, if that is what you are wondering. *chuckles*
Aragorn: *smiles, and nods his head* Good...
Arwen: Feanor was saddened by something, which is what caused the snow, but she is now more or less in check. *tucks the blankets around his waist, picks up the sponge from the water, squeezes it a bit, then starts dabbing him with it*
Aragorn: *nods his head, for once isn't dizzy. Woo!*
Arwen: *bathes him, gently, and with a bit of a smile on her lips* That ranger, Ithiriel was released ... Ada says her fingers may not bend right until she sails.
Arwen: But, it is better than we thought, which was that they were going to come off. At least the very bad one. *adds this, while lifting his arm*
Aragorn: *shifts a bit under her ministration, enjoying them rather more than one ought to!* *nods his head again* That is..fortunate. I had feared for that.
Arwen: *nods her head* Though her hand won't grip a bow ... not for years to come. Not even a dagger, I do not think, not in that hand. *washes down his arm, then kisses his fingers*
Aragorn: *traces her lips with a finger, then trails them down her jaw* That is never..good news. *is also wondering how Boromir and Faramir are handling things...especially Boromir, in an almost fatherly way >.>*
Arwen: *unfortunately has no idea, hasn't left much at all* Faramir was in, briefly, but left before Ada could glare at him. He has not allowed too may visitors, yet. *sets his arm down, gets up, and moves to the other side, carrying the basin with her*
Aragorn: *follows her with his eyes, dropping that arm down, wearily**rather..wanting to get out of here and get back to work now >.>**at least show his face, reassure the people, etc*
Arwen: *washes the other arm, next* Daernaneth is gone. *still going through the news she's picked up*
Aragorn: Where has she gone? *leans into the washing a bit*
Arwen: I do not know. *shakes her head, trying not to look worried* She left quite a few days ago, and has not returned... Daerada left recently, as well.
Aragorn: Now..I am worred. *frowns and tries to sit up straighter*
Arwen: They often go off on journeys. They left for a week that one time. *pushes him gently back a bit, finishes washing his arm*
Aragorn: Your grandmother..has helped heal me..and she was injured already.
Arwen: *chews her lip* Daerada seemed unconcerned... Elladan told me to stop worrying, Ada does not look worried, either.
Arwen: *is worried, is so very worried* *takes a deep breath, lets it out, and smiles, putting on the Queen Face* It will be fine.
Aragorn: Then I shant worry, and neither shall you. *caresses a hand down her arm*
Arwen: Yes... we shall neither of us worry. She is, after all, Galadriel. *nods her head* What could possibly happen to her?
Arwen: *fetches the towel, and starts gently drying him off*
Aragorn: *many things, but shall not name them!**smiles at her* You realize what you are doing is rather improper. But I'm not complaining. *winks*
Arwen: You needed a bath, Meleth. Would you rather that my ada did it? *arches a brow at him* Besides, though there are other parts that need washing, note that I have not gone near them. *winks at him*
Aragorn: >.>
Aragorn: Of course, -that- would be very improper. I should chastise you for even thinking of such things!
Arwen: *primly* I do not think you are in any position to chastise me on what is proper and what is not. *gets up, sets the towel aside, and fetches salve, and bandages*
Aragorn: *was jesting!*
Aragorn: I meant that merely in jest, beloved.
Arwen: Ah. *takes a look at his wound, and smears salve over it*
Aragorn: *winces**thinks she's doing that a bit more roughly then necessary >.>*
Arwen: *wasn't being rough on purpose* *lifts him a bit, so that she can wrap him up in bandaging*
Aragorn: *doesn't have to be on purpose to be rough >.>* Apologies, meleth..
Arwen: *shakes her head* I should have realised, that you were jesting, it is ... nothing. *smiles at him*
Aragorn: *catches her face in his hands* Nay, it is not nothing....
Arwen: *caresses her face against his hands*
Aragorn: I think my actions from before still wound you.
Arwen: It is easier, now, to understand why those actions were necessary. And I would not be at odds with you.
Aragorn: I am thinking..that we need to be wedded, as soon as I am well enough for it >.>
Arwen: *chuckles softly, and smiles a bit wryly* And then you will find another reason to put it off...and another...
Aragorn: *chuckles* Yes, I shall get stabbed monthly, just to put it off!
Arwen: That is not what I mean, and you know it. *taps him on the nose*
Aragorn: *chuckles* Nay, I mean it. I wish to be your husband, as soon as reasonably possible, and not just because I would feel better about the future should anything happen to me.
Arwen: Boromir would run this country quite well, in your stead, I think. Once he became a bit more calm.
Aragorn: *nods his head**not entirely what he meant, but for once doesn't entirely regret what created Boromir in the first place*
Arwen: *ties off the bandage she was working on, and holds up some clothing* I have clean clothing for you, if you think you can get out of bed long enough.
Aragorn: I think I can...*smiles at her, and sits on the edge of the bed, standing slowly*
Arwen: *holds out a hand to keep him steady*
Aragorn: *leans on her, drawing strength so he can stand all the way**isn't particularly perturbed or immodest either*
Arwen: *is the rock for her king!* *kisses him on the cheek, then starts helping him get dressed* *doesn't dress him completely, figures that's.... well, telling him he's helpless*
Aragorn: *mostly needs help getting arm through tunic...**feels good actually being DRESSED again.**hugs onto her after he's got pants and tunic on, and kisses her*
Arwen: *hugs back, gently, though firmly - in case he needs help staying upright like that, and kisses back*
Aragorn: *needs help, admits it >.>*
Arwen: *breaks the kiss off, nuzzles at his neck, and then sighs, softly* Back into bed,with you, and I will bring you some food.
Aragorn: *whispers something in her ear like a naughty king*
Arwen: *eyedarts, gropes him*
Aragorn: *laughjerkgroan**might've returned the gesture. Maybe*
Arwen: *practically picks him up and PUTS him into the bed*
Aragorn: *looks at her a bit hooded*
Arwen: *tucks him in, naughtily* *very naughtily*
Aragorn: *is tucked in naughtily!*