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The night before had she waited, for him to come so they could finally be alone. Silver gaze attentive, awaiting patiently for Aragorn to come back; their room lit under nothing but the moonligh, and a soft warm breeze coming through the window. Arwen's face couldn't hide this gleeful smile when her lover stepped in,  when she'd approach more quickly than other days, making sure to hold both of his hands between hers. ' I am most happy to see you again... right now. Melamin.... Happy Birthday... May this new year bring you joy... Gi melin. ' - 2/2 (i'm sadfosadf sorry for being random and rusty but I HAD TO, came here for this asdfiosaf thanks! ♡)  

              He had been busy on these recent days — there had been many long travels and many long days spent away from this place of rest. But O! Did he ever look towards what he called HOME for every step he took!

sex & romance meme - accepting

        It would be quiet, secluded, and with only them. He would get two easy-going horses, and take them out to a place where nature stretched endlessly and peacefully. Perhaps go out on a lake in a boat, watch the sunset. He’s so much a romantic and just wants to get away from the rush and stresses of immediate life and enjoy the day with just them. 

                    THE STARS HIDE behind a veil this night,  and the light is grey.  Woodland’s son searches still for the soothing swathe of pinpointed light.  Imladris resides within a more open air,  here there is not the entangled verdant blanket high above,  nor the knurled limbs to  OBSTRUCT  one’s view;  here Legolas has no need to search for the far-flung sky.

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" Muinthel. It is good to see you. Have you been well? "

Elladan gave Arwen a smile, gently pressing his lips to her forehead in greeting. It had been many months since he had last seen his sister. He and Elrohir had been hunting Orc. Slaughtering the monstrosities that dared show their face to the twins.

Elladan and Elrohir had reason to despise the creatures more than most. It seemed only right to hunt the foul beasts after what they did to their Naneth.

        WAR had the ability to turn even the most optimistic man’s heart weary; seasons of it, more so. He had left Eriador young and bold, sun and hope and light; years of STRIFE had laid a blanket of shadow over his weary bones. He tired of battle; he only wanted PEACE, and it seemed yet so far away ( for had Gondor not asked him to stay? Had the King of the Mark not gazed at him with tired disappointment when he let his decision to leave the field be known? )

         But his duty was, for now, done there. 

         His worn and frayed cloak hung from his shoulders, stirring the grasses of the paths of Lothlórien with every step of his muddied boots. The leather pack that hung from his shoulder was threadbare in places, too-light for his travels and patched with rough stitch. His rest rested upon the worn pommel of his sword, and he dipped his chin in greeting to those he passed. 

         He knew not quite WHAT he sought in this place, but Lothlórien was a place where weary hearts could heal. 

          It wasn’t until someone in the gardens stirred his eye that way; a slow smile crept, one-sided, upon his features, scruff on his jaw and a stirring of relief deep within his heart that he had near forgotten how to feel.