Post by Admin on Jan 6, 2021 18:37:02 GMT
Author: Darkover
Summary: The King and Queen of Gondor enjoy a romantic interlude.
Rating: K
Disclaimer: The characters of “Lord of the Rings” were created by J.R.R. Tolkien, not by me, and I am not pretending otherwise. No infringement of copyright is intended; I write fan fiction for love, not for money. I believe the good Professor would have understood that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and would not wish for anyone to sue me.
Aragorn gazed up at the night sky. Before him was the palace garden. Carrying a picnic basket from the kitchen, Arwen Evenstar joined him, barefoot on the grass. “Dearest, don’t look so concerned,” she told her husband the King. “Even a highborn lady such as I am capable of carrying a basket of food!”
“Fairest one, I know this well,” her devoted husband replied. “Grand lady though you are, you are of the Eldar, and more than capable! Humor me, though, and allow me to carry the basket back!”
Iridescent in the starlight, Arwen laughed. “Journeying back, the basket will be empty! Kind though you are to offer, my love—”
“Lifting the basket will be easier upon our return,” the King replied, a bit abashed. “My love, forgive me for my foolishness.”
“Nothing to forgive,” she replied. “Only a most devoted husband such as yourself would think of his wife first, as you always do. Personally, such kindness always reminds me of why I married you.”
“Queen of Elves and Men,” the King said, kissing her tenderly upon the lips, “you have made my life complete.”
“Right now, I wish only to dine under the stars, as we agreed,” his wife said, laughing. Smiling, her husband joined her. Together they opened the basket. Underneath the cloth were many of their favorite foodstuffs.
“Verily, this is a feast fit for a king,” said Aragorn.
“Why should it not be, when it was for the King of Gondor that I prepared it?” Arwen said teasingly.
“X marks the spot,” her husband answered, gallantly spreading the cloth so that she could sit down.
“Yes, and only you, my beloved husband, would suggest we have a romantic picnic under the stars,” the Queen said, smiling.
“Zealously would I guard your beauty from prying eyes, my love,” he said, with a kiss, and they finished their picnic dancing together by the light of the moon.
Summary: The King and Queen of Gondor enjoy a romantic interlude.
Rating: K
Disclaimer: The characters of “Lord of the Rings” were created by J.R.R. Tolkien, not by me, and I am not pretending otherwise. No infringement of copyright is intended; I write fan fiction for love, not for money. I believe the good Professor would have understood that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and would not wish for anyone to sue me.
Aragorn gazed up at the night sky. Before him was the palace garden. Carrying a picnic basket from the kitchen, Arwen Evenstar joined him, barefoot on the grass. “Dearest, don’t look so concerned,” she told her husband the King. “Even a highborn lady such as I am capable of carrying a basket of food!”
“Fairest one, I know this well,” her devoted husband replied. “Grand lady though you are, you are of the Eldar, and more than capable! Humor me, though, and allow me to carry the basket back!”
Iridescent in the starlight, Arwen laughed. “Journeying back, the basket will be empty! Kind though you are to offer, my love—”
“Lifting the basket will be easier upon our return,” the King replied, a bit abashed. “My love, forgive me for my foolishness.”
“Nothing to forgive,” she replied. “Only a most devoted husband such as yourself would think of his wife first, as you always do. Personally, such kindness always reminds me of why I married you.”
“Queen of Elves and Men,” the King said, kissing her tenderly upon the lips, “you have made my life complete.”
“Right now, I wish only to dine under the stars, as we agreed,” his wife said, laughing. Smiling, her husband joined her. Together they opened the basket. Underneath the cloth were many of their favorite foodstuffs.
“Verily, this is a feast fit for a king,” said Aragorn.
“Why should it not be, when it was for the King of Gondor that I prepared it?” Arwen said teasingly.
“X marks the spot,” her husband answered, gallantly spreading the cloth so that she could sit down.
“Yes, and only you, my beloved husband, would suggest we have a romantic picnic under the stars,” the Queen said, smiling.
“Zealously would I guard your beauty from prying eyes, my love,” he said, with a kiss, and they finished their picnic dancing together by the light of the moon.