Title:  All that you Desire

Author: meoinya

Synopsis:  Arwen tries to get Aragorn to break his vow… …Elladan assists, in a much different way.  Not … really …slash.

Rating: R

Spoilers: No

Pairing: Aragorn / Arwen.

Disclaimer: I'm not Tolkien. I don't own these characters. (darn!) I make no money. Done for fun.

Additional Info: Movie-verse

 

Archive: If you like, just tell me where.

 

 

 

“All that you Desire”

 

 

 

 

Aragorn wrapped her cloak more tightly about her shoulders, shielding her pale body from view. They stood on a terrace overlooking one of the spectacular waterfalls adorning the Imladris valley, simply enjoying one another’s company.

 

Her arms wrapped around him through slits in the fabric not unlike her father's more elegant council robes. She could feel him sigh heavily into her hair, his breath hot in the chilly evening air. When a stray finger brushed against the tip of her ear, she gasped into his neck, the simple touch sending shivers of desire down her spine.

 

"You know what that does to me, melyanna," She whispered, her voice filling with a longing that became harder and harder to contain whenever he was near.

 

"Indeed, that is why I do it."

 

She could feel him grin against her hair before pulling away to lock his eyes with hers. "I made your father a promise that I will not break. Therefore, I must find other ways…" he trailed off but the twinkle in his eyes finished the thought for him.

 

A callused hand traced a gentle path down her jawline, before strong fingers wrapped themselves around the base of her neck.

 

"Some things, however, I have not promised," he whispered before taking her lips in a fiery kiss that left her breathless.  She clung to him as he tugged slowly on her bottom lip, sending a searing heat straight down her spine.

 

She gasped as one hand held the base of her neck and the other slid around to trace the delicate point of her ear.  She murmured heated whispers against his lips, but he continued, slowly caressing the sensitive skin. Her knees buckled and he took a few steps back to sit with her on the elegantly carved elven bench.

 

"Estel, why do you do this to me?" She breathed heavily, her heart threatening to pound through her chest.

 

He pulled away for only a moment, and the love and tenderness mirrored his eyes nearly moved her to tears. His head tilted and his caress ceased as he simply stared at the beauty sitting before him. A small smile crept along his rugged features and he brought her against his chest to continue his caress.

 

When his lips slid along her cheek, to the base of her ear, he grinned against her skin. Then answered her question in a low, heated voice, "Because there are some things for which we do not have to wait."

 

She groaned low as his lips trailed a slow path to the tip of her ear, finally closing around the sensitive flesh. When he began to lightly suck at the delicate tip, her toes curled and her fingers clawed at his chest. Finding nothing sufficient there to grasp, long, slim fingers slid into his hair and tugged at the dark locks.

 

He reached between them and tugged the material of her cloak across her body, purposely covering as much of her creamy skin as he was able. He couldn't fall into the trap her closeness was creating in his mind as she leaned heavily against him. He could not look on her creamy, pale skin, or it would be far more difficult for him to honor his promise to her father.

 

"Estel…"

 

"Shhh," he whispered, as his other hand began to circle slowly around the lobe of her other ear.

 

"Don't do this to….."

 

Her breath caught as he laved the sensitive skin with a practiced tongue, driving the protest from her lips. Whimpers of desire escaped as a long unfulfilled sensation began to build in the pit of her stomach.

 

Her elusive ranger caught her in his arms, pressing her cloak-covered body tightly against his own. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, even from beneath her clothes.

 

"Estel…" She muttered, her voice deepening with each pass of his tongue.

 

She breathed a sigh of relief when his mouth left her ear to slide down her neck, slowly kissing and caressing the sensitive skin along her nape. Much to her surprise, his hands continued to caress her sensitive ears, driving her nearly to the brink.

 

She shifted uncomfortably, warmth spreading through her stomach and causing a red flush of desire to tint her cheeks.

 

As his lips trailed a path back to hers, she could hear him mutter a command, a request. One she had not heard from his lips in a painfully long time, "Come for me, melyanna."

 

"Estel…"

 

He caught her lips with his, effectively silencing her protest.  Well-practiced fingers found each sensitive spot along her tipped ears and her body began to tremble. She whimpered into his lips but he continued his relentless onslaught. As last vestiges of control were stripped away, she contemplated ruing the day he learned about the sensitivity of elven ears. Such knowledge had been both a blessing and a curse, for they could do no more, and she could not give him the same intense pleasure that now shot through her body like a hot poker.

 

 She cried a long, trembling release into his mouth and he silenced it with a deep, lingering kiss; A kiss that nearly sent her into sensory overload.  When she collapsed against his chest, long, strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, enclosing her within the safety and warmth of his embrace.

 

After a few moments of silence, Arwen risked a look into his eyes. The depth of emotion and love, and just a hint of boyish satisfaction, there caused her heart to skip. As if there was any doubt, she knew in her heart that she would fight for this man for the rest of her lifetime and beyond.

 

"You never fail to please, my love," Arwen whispered slowly, one hand sliding down his chest to flatten over his heart, the other sliding across swollen lips.

 

He smiled slightly, and she could see the strain there where a casual onlooker would not. His destiny weighed heavily upon his shoulders. The birthright he had no wish to claim save it was the only they could wed. The strain had aged him, and tonight and even different strain creased his brow.

 

Arwen leaned against his chest and pressed her lips to a whiskered cheek. She contemplated casting aside the promises made to her father, fearful that when her love left the safe haven of Rivendell this last time, she would never see him again. Dreams plagued her sleep, troubled dreams filled with nothing but death and destruction.

 

Silence hung between them as they waited for the other to make the next move. The tenderness in his gaze, as he quietly watched, pierced her heart and she brushed her lips against his, unwilling to push him to break his promise to her father.  "Soon, my king, we will have all that our hearts desire."

 

He smiled slowly, returning the gentle kiss. "Would that were true, my love." He breathed deeply before pulling her against his chest once again. "A long, hard road lies ahead of us and if we fail, Middle-Earth will be plunged into darkness."

 

"You will succeed," Arwen whispered, drawing a slim hand across his whiskered cheek. "Our destinies are intertwined, Aragorn of the Dunedain, you will not falter."

 

She smiled when his eyes fluttered shut and she leaned against his chest to place a gentle kiss across his lips.

 

"Such unfaltering hope, " Aragorn trailed off, desire coloring his whiskered cheeks.

 

She trailed a hand down his cheek to cup his chin. Her eyes were set and un-movable. "Hope was brought to Imladris in the form of a 2 year old boy, now grown into a wonderfully handsome man." Arwen smiled. "Estel of the elves will not fail. Never have you failed in a task given to you."

 

He chuckled then, releasing some of the building tension. "Ah, if only you knew how many times I've faltered."

 

"When it mattered, my Estel, you have never failed." Arwen pressed, hoping to shake this dark mood that had settled over him. "But - let us not spend your last evening in Imladris in such discussion. There are far more exciting tasks laid before us."

 

His eyes narrowed at the implications of her words, but before he could voice a complaint, sweet lips covered his in a gentle kiss, her hands sliding into his hair to pull his mouth to hers. They kissed for a good while, nipping at one another’s lips, nuzzling and stroking sensitive skin. When his breathing quickened, he pulled away and stood quickly, leaving her sitting on the bench. "Soon, indonya." {my heart} He bent and pressed a deep, toe-curling kiss to her lips, before turning on his heal and walking away. "We will have that which our hearts desire."

 

She smiled at his back, content that he would accept his destiny and the coming war would soon be a distant memory.

 

 

 

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Aragorn wandered through the trees, weaving in and out of the large, overhanging branches. He had no purpose, no direction, he simply walked along the familiar paths. Fallen leaves crunched underfoot, drawing the attention of another elf.

 

"You sound like an Orc traipsing through our lands," Elladan appeared from an unknown place.

 

Aragorn turned sharply and grunted a response, a clear indication that he wanted to be left alone.

 

Elladan nodded and followed his foster brother to the base of one of the smaller falls, and watched as the man gingerly sat at the edge of the pool being fed constantly by the falls above.

 

The elf knelt behind his brother and leaned to whisper against the man's neck, "You need release as much, if not moreso, as my sister. You deny yourself far too often."

 

Aragorn started to turn, to deny the words, but was silenced as Elladan gripped his foster-brother's shoulders and pulled him against his chest. "I will do as I always have in this circumstance, brother. Lean against me and find release."

 

"Elladan, I am-"

 

"Yes, yes, far too old to fall pray to such physical desires….No one, my brother, is too old. My sister is a beautiful lady. Your physical reaction to her is not unexpected."

 

Elladan breathed a small chuckle. "I saw some of the exchange brother. Arwen wanted you to break your vow to ada this night."

 

"I know," Aragorn said slowly and relaxed against Elladan's chest. "She is afraid."

 

"I could not." Aragorn gritted. "I made a promise. A promise I will keep until the day she is made my wife."

 

Elladan nodded and squeezed Aragorn's shoulders. "The desire will abate if you let it. Find release, brother, so that your journey on the morrow is filled with less remorse."

 

Aragorn hesitated. He had been raised with the elves, and as such, the sexual acts between two people were not as taboo as in the world of men. Privacy was something the elves required very little of, which left very little to the imagination when they chose to engage in such acts. What Elladan offered had not been necessary in many years and Aragorn felt unusual in accepting the offer of help. In the end, after many moments of silence, Aragorn relented.

 

"Finish this, so that we may all rest easier this night." Elladan prompted and Aragorn closed his eyes and released a deep, steady breath.

 

Elladan dropped his hands to his sides and simply steadied Aragorn's back against his chest. When he leaned forward and breathed into Aragorn's ear, "Feel her breath on your lips. Her touch on your skin," the tremble that raced through Aragorn's frame reverberated in Elladan’s own chest.

 

Aragorn's breath quickened as trembling fingers unfastened very tight breeches.

 

Elladan's breath was hot against Aragorn's neck as he spoke in low, erotic whispers. "See her in your mind. Dark hair cascading down her back, pooling around your head as she leans over to press her lips to yours."

 

Aragorn groaned as a callused hand gently circled engorged flesh, drawing the full length slowly between his fingers.

 

"Hear her whisper into your heart, feel her lips brush across yours in an all familiar dance." Elladan gripped Aragorn's shoulders when the man's breathing quickened. He could feel, but not see, Aragorn's grip tighten and pace quicken. The urgency in his strokes pushed Elladan to speak quickly rather than delay.

 

”Touch her with the tenderness of an experienced lover, drawing countless breathless moans from her lips," Elladan could hear his brother's breathing catch and knew that all Aragorn now saw in his minds eyes, was the woman he loved.

 

"Release your passion into the wind." Elladan whispered, his eyes focusing on the roar of the falls before them. "See Arwen, beckoning to you, pulling you along on a rapturing tide of passion. Release it." Elladan's words changed from gentle to firm and Aragorn's grip mirrored his tone. He could feel Aragorn tense, unwilling to cry out.

 

"Feel her follow you into the overwhelming tide of passion as it explodes through your body." Elladan held his foster brother tight, feeling the end near.

 

Aragorn's grip tightened and trembling fingers stroked quickly. His breathing hitched and the man was now no longer able to keep the breathless moans from escaping his lips.

 

"Hear her cry out as you draw a slow, agonizing release from her body. Feel her tremble as you hold her, pale skin glowing in the aftermath of your love."

 

Aragorn's head lolled onto Elladan's shoulder, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

 

"Feel her whisper into your ear, breath hot, driving you closer and closer to release. When she reaches between you to -"

 

Aragorn cried out then, and Elladan broke off, allowing the man to finish the thought with his own fantasy. After several moments, the harsh, ragged breathing had lessened and Elladan wrapped his arms around his brother's shoulders and held him tight.

 

"Soon, brother, you will have all that you desire."