One Snowy Night

One Snowy Night...

(NC-17 Rating... No spoilers)


DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters, places, plots, etc., created by the masterful J.R.R. Tolkien in book-land or movie-verse... they're just too wonderful for words. Those that I make up, however, are my own.

A/N: Now, this is my first LOTR Fan Fic, so please go easy on me. I do love feedback and suggestions, so if anyone has anything to say, please feel free to say it, via the board, or by email. Constructive criticism is most welcome...it's how we improve ourselves after all, but flamers, please beware, I can get pretty mean when riled! :)

Summary: A/U Two strangers meet one snowy evening, and are force to seek shelter for the night against the onslaught of a raging blizzard outside. Enjoy!


On one snowy night, it went something like this...

In an effort to stave off the blistering whip of frigid northern winds, my nimble fingers pulled my cloak tighter around my body. From my face, my hood fell slightly backward; my cheeks fair despite the cold, my lips pink from the chill, and my eyes peering through the falling snowflakes. I reached a hand up, shifting the heavy woolen back in place, holding it there.

I looked upward and cursed. Nightfall was now bearing down, and still I had not found shelter for the eve. I shouldn't have started on this journey alone, I knew. They were probably searching for me at that very moment, and for that, I was truly sorry. But I needed a change. I needed my home.

The road ahead of me looked unused, save for a thin path only large enough to accommodate my horse's hooves. Carefully maneuvering him, I meandered into the heavily grown forest line, when suddenly I felt something amiss. Pulling back on the reins to halt my descent, I stilled my breath and dropped my hand back down from my hood, allowing it to once again shift slightly off my head. Honing my keen senses to my surroundings, I slowly glanced around using only my eyes - not daring to move my head for fear of making too much noise.

This was the first time I had ever traveled without an escort, and I was certainly well aware of what sinister creatures lurked deep in the dark woods of Middle Earth. I shuddered, unsure of urging my horse forward, I sat frozen.

'Crack!'

My head snapped to the left, and through the blinding snow and driving winds, I peered into the thick foliage to see what or who hunted me. I could feel its presence near me, but it was well hidden inside the murky darkness. Growing even more anxious, I failed to notice that my hood had completely fallen now, exposing me to the intruder's eyes.

"Who's there?!" I shouted with much more confidence than I felt. "I know you're there! Show your face!" I demanded, my hand reaching to the jeweled hilt of my sword, wrapping tightly around it.

From the woods, slowly and with purpose, a dark figure approached me. It appeared to be a man, tall in stature, with broad shoulders and a powerfully built, lean frame. As he walked into all that remained of the fading daylight, I could see that he was a Dunedain, and that my assessment of him had been correct - an impressively made man indeed. He was dressed in a heavy dark green cloak with tall black leather boots, obviously weathered by use and time.

"Step out here. Your hood... let me see you," I ordered, having yet to see his face. With no utterance of complaint, he did just as I asked him, coming to stand not more than a few feet from my horse, his hands slipping the hood back.

I looked at him for a moment. Studying him. Although he needed a bath, I could see his handsome features quite well. His hair fell to his shoulders in dark, unk wav waves, encasing his strong chiseled cheekbones and cleft chin. A beard and mustache, while offering him protection against the elements, exuded an air of mystery about him. His wind chaffed mouth, full and reddened, though smooth, bore a small scar on his upper lip, seeming to add even character to his rough vagabond appearance.

I could feel his penetrating gaze on me as well. No doubt studying me as I had him. For a moment, I looked away, feeling it too personal to look directly in his eyes, as they were the portals to one's soul. But, for some inexplicable reason, I raised my chin again, feeling drawn, compelled to look, if only briefly. His expression unreadable, yet non-threatening, this I knew somehow. I had only intended to glance, but I became entrenched in the gray depths and could not tear myself away.

We stood for a moment, our eyes locked. Neither he nor I spoke or moved. Around us the storm continued bear down, but we did not notice. There was something familiar about him, though I was sure I had never seen this man before.

Finally, it was he to shatter the silence, looking upward through the treetops above us.

"We need to find shelter," he said, looking back at me, "There is an old abandon barn through that clearing. That is where I was headed," he offered. I nodded mutely.

Turning in the direction from which he came, he whistled. For a moment I felt the beginnings of fear, not knowing who would answer his call. My eyes grew wide, and I prepared to spur my horse into a run as the sound of hoof beats approached. Seeing this, he immediately raised his hands high in the air, explaining, "Tis only my horse, Milady. You have nothing to fear."

I looked over his shoulder, and there I saw a beautiful black steed trotting toward us, stopping to lightly nudge his master. The man wrapped his arm around the animal's neck, patting him affectionately before turning to mount him.

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After getting the horses settled and fed, we climb the old, rickety wooden ladder to the barn's hayloft. Very few words had been spoken, yet I felt strangely comfortable in his presence. Leaning back, I pulled my cloak across my body as if it were a blanket, watching him intently.

Without word, he opened his pack, pulling out various items wrapped in cloth, bound together with ties. He was seemingly unaware of my attention toward him. As he placed one bundle down, I heard it clank. With strong, elegant fingers he pulled its bindings, and folded the cloth back to reveal four large weapons, pushing them to the side as if for easy access. Next, he reached back inside retrieving a pair of apples. He offered me one, which I thanked him for and gratefully took.

Remembering my own satchel, I reached behind me and tugged it open. I had not stashed a great deal of food away before I left so hurriedly, but only a bite or two of these would suffice for quite a long time. I smiled and offered him one. As we ate, we could hear the gentle patters of snowflakes landing on the roof, and the steady hum of wind whistling through the cracks in the old wooden structure. For the first time in a while, I realized how cold it was. He noticed too, pulling his cloak away from his own chilled body, set to spread it over me. I shook my head no, "I'm quite comfortable," I explained. But still, he was insistent, placing the heavy woolen material over me, tucking it around my shoulders.

I lay for a while watching him. He was singing softly. It was a song not generally known by those of his kind. Asking him where he had heard the "Lay of Luthien," he told me that he had learned it when he was but a child, living in the home of his foster father. Intrigued, I asked him to continue; his voice was beautiful - a deep, haunting sound that told of much sadness and despair.

As the night wore on, and the storm raged outside, I could see that he was cold, though I'm sure he would have said otherwise. Instead of asking, I merely held up our cloaks, puddled across my body, and told him to lie down with me. Just as I expected, he immediately dismissed his discomfort, saying that he had weathered much worse with much less. While I did not doubt what he said to be true, that still would not do, so I patted the hay beside me. After a few more exchanges, he finally realized that his arguments were futile when pitted against my determination. Slowly he stretched out, and I reached over and around him, covering his cold body with the cloaks. He smiled, grateful for the warmth, and I met his gesture in kind.

Our bodies settled in and our minds slowed, and before long he drifted off into a peaceful slumber. For a while, I reminisced of my home on a hot, balmy night, seeking out the coolness of my favorite swimming hole, and eventually, I too fell into a light sleep. Unsure of how long we rested, I felt him stir beside me. When I awakened, I lay facing him and he, me. I could feel my body pressed almost intimately against his. My leg thrown over his thigh, and our arms intertwined as close as two lovers.

I raised my head, which had been nestled in the crook of his neck, and our eyes met. Neither he nor I made any attempt to move away from the other, but instead found our selves drawn closer. Without speaking a word, our mouths met in a kiss initially born of tenderness, but that of which soon deepened into a passion filled need. We, by some unexplained reason, had never shared our names or anything more personal then our respective journeys thus far. And yet, here we were engaging in the most intimate of kisses. A kiss, that while not foreign to me, it was not the kind I had shared with the others before him.

To my chagrin, I felt him pull away, and my eyes immediately sprang open. He was looking at me, unsure how far I was willing to allow him to go. His face was so beautiful. I reached up to admire. M. My fingers lightly skimmed his cheek, then his chin, and last, his full lips - still moist from our kisses. He closed his eyes, and seemed to lean into me, muttering something about my likeness to 'Tinuviel', with brows bound with gem-like stars. I smiled as his sweetness, my hand cupping his face, lightly caressing before finally guiding him back to my mouth.

All was quiet, save for our breaths...

Burning was he, wrapped around my body. I shifted myself more underneath him. He took it as my unsaid acquiesce, lying more fully on top of me. His mouth moved from mine, setting a searing trail down my chin to my neck. My fingers dove in his hair, tugging as I angled my head, allowing him to feast from me wholly.

When I could take no more constraints between us, I pulled his tunic from his breeches, searching for his skin, running my hands along the plains of his broad, muscled back and shoulders, molding into him. Ragged pants poured from his mouth as he reached around behind me, unbuttoning my gown enough to pull it from my body.

No longer did we notice the cold, where we lay, or the storm outside. In fact, no comprehensive thought entered my mind as his mouth covered my breast. Hot and wet, he teased my nipple with his tongue, leaving me with short bursts of tickled pleasure emanating from my stomach to between my legs. I gasped and threw my head back, arching myself into him as he held me firmly with his strong, powerful arms.

Tugging still at my clothing, he exposed yet more of my skin, spilling all of his lavish attentions on its heated surface. Stopping at my stomach, he grasped me on both sides, laying open mouthed kisses on my abdomen before slipping the gown down farther - farther until it lay at my feet in a heap. From above me, he looked down, his face dark with arousal and awe. His eyes worshipped me, drinking in every detail, every voluptuous curve. I could even feel the intensity of his stare long after my own orbs slid blissfully closed.

As I lay waiting for him, I shuddered in hard, short breaths, anticipation building to such a fevered pitch, that I was ready to literally jump from my skin. But my waiting continued, and yet nothing happened. I suddenly grew impatient. Opening my eyes once again, he was still looking at me. Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him down on top of me. We did not kiss, but instead I found myself drowning in the depths of his eyes, and relishing the feel of him so close, wanting... needing him to be even closer. It was as if he read my thoughts, lewd though they might have been. He tugged most of his own clothing free from his body, casting it to side, leaving only his breeches and boots.

Suddenly, inspiration came to me in a frenzied flourish. My mouth greedily covered him - all of him, with such wanton abandonment, that both surprised and frightened me. His hard, taut muscles rippled beneath his battle-scarred chest. His large, well defined arms held him above me with no effort. His stomach hard and hilly, a thin line of hair beginning at his navel, disappeared inside his breeches, leaving nothing to the imagination as to what awaited there. My eyes traveled over as much skin as I could. I, though consciously unaware, touched and licked him every inch of the way, my lips lingering over old and not so old wounds.

Pushing me down gently, he moved over my body so agonizingly slow, his mouth burning me alive. As he reached my lower abdomen, I whimpered, raising my head to see - to see what he had planned to do next. From my vantage point, I saw his own arousal straining to free itself from the confines of his clothing, but despite this obvious discomfort to his person, it was me that held him entranced. Grabbing me by the hips, he pulled me downward, sliding between my legs, placing my thighs on his shoulders, and spreading me wide open to him. I gasped... While I had engaged in carnal pleasure before, this was new to me. I froze, unable to move... unable to resist even if I had wanted to.

My head fell back the moment I felt his hot, steamy breath on my inner thigh. Shuddering violently, I could feel his mouth kissing me, working toward my center. Instinctively, I parted even more for him, my hands gripping his strong forearms. When I felt the first touch of his tongue against the hard gem of my hidden passage, I nearly came off the floor, arching my hips into his open mouth. I felt him smile, muttering one word, "Insatiable..." before resuming his ministrations of licking and sucking me reverently. My hands, letting go of his arms, flew to my hair, gripping and tugging before returning down my body to my breasts, pulling and rolling my rock hard nipples between the soft pads of my fingers. Writhing beneath him, rocking my hips from side to side - back and forth, he held me easily but firmly in place, sliding his tongue between the slick folds, probing deep inside me. I felt my body release into his mouth, which he laved greedily before returning to my swollen bud, sucking and teasing as my need so urgently dictated.

An experienced lover he was, bringing me to the brink, almost to the edge of no return. He raised himself up, groaning deeply - gutturally. Concentrating hard, willing my eyes to open, I found him watching me fondle my breasts; his self-restraint I could clearly see waning. I moaned from deep within my throat and at last, his eyes met mine, dark and hungry. Instantly, and thankfully, he read my unspoken pleas, and quickly slipping his boots off, unlacing the binds of his breeches, pushing them down his legs until nothing remained.

A dark flame ignited in my eyes as I was helplessly drawn to what had, up until now, remained hidden from my view. Slender hips, barely caged muscles, and dark curls surrounded a long, pulsating member, lengthy and thick, its purple head straining for release... clear droplets glistening before me. I licked my lips, climbing to my knees to kneel before him. I wasted no time wrapping my hand around its base, pulling its warm, velvety skin slowly towards me. He gasped almost painfully, his head lulling to the side and then forward. His eyes, which had been crushed shut, suddenly opened to look down at me. With our gazes locked, I jutted my tongue out, over one lip and then the other, before leaning forward taking as much of him as I could inside my mouth.

Strong hands tangled themselves in my hair, holding my head as he slowly worked himself in and out, gasping, moaning and grunting. Soon, my mouth met the soft curled padding - his entire length in my hot, sticky mouth, sucking him down my throat as my tongue massaged the sensitive underside and bulbous head. I sensed his release approaching after only a short while, and I quickly pulled away, not wanting to bring him off just yet. Lying back down, I spread my legs, inviting him forward. With no hesitation, he bent once more running his tongue deep inside me before bringing his lips to mine. I had never tasted my own arousal before.

As I lost myself in the feel of his mouth on mine, mixed with all the wondrous tastes and smells of our bodies, I felt him at my entrance, caressing his erection against my womanhood. With one hard push forward, he entered me in a tight, wet squeeze, my insides wrapping and molding to him. "Ooohhh..." he groaned as he slipped inside, my body's resistance fitting to him, milking him with every heavenly inch he bore deeper.

First, we moved slowly, enjoying the feel of each other... him steel and midnight fires, and me, velvet and summer showers. But soon the urgencies of our bodies built, and he began plunging into me with long, forceful thrusts, and the quick, lusty swivel of his pelvis. The harder he plummeted, the louder I cried out my need and approval. Never before had I vocalized as such, but the feelings he was invoking were too grandly erotic. Grabbing my legs, wrapped tightly around his hips, he slung them up roughly over his shoulders, pulling me yet closer, delving deeper and deeper inside me. A whole new bombardment of sensations racked my body as he did this, and my cries turned to gasps... to whimpers... to screams. His actions, fevered and precise, he slammed against me, determined to bring me off, and then himself. His mouth fell against mine, devouring me, his hands roaming my body wildly, kneading my breasts, caressing my neck, teasing the sunken curve of my abdomen, and stroking the swollen, aching nub between my legs.

My release came hard and fast, filling my whole being in convulsions. My eyes rolled back in my head, my breaths expelled from me in panting bursts. I feared I would black out, the feeling so overwhelming... so intense. My body jerked uncontrollably, grabbing him and pulling him farther inside. I held to him tightly, my walls contracting around him, pulsating, until I screamed as if I were dying. His eyes never strayed from my face the whole time as he witnessed my rapture from start to finish, waiting, as if on cue per my actions and facial expressions, spurring him at last to his own blistering completion. Reaching his pinnacle along with me, he continued to drain and draw every drop of pleasure he could extract from my body, until at last spent, I simply fell limp in his arms. His own orgasm honing, he pumped fast and fiercely when finally, with one last hard shudder and beastly growl, he came, his body crashing down on me, his manhood still nestled deep inside me, quivering wildly.

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By the time morning came, we coupled twice more; once in a slower, more tender pace, savoring the closeness, and again just before we parted ways in a much more somber, if not sedate union of bodies and souls.

As he helped me astride my horse, he looked up at me, wanting to say something, but the words obviously eluding him. Finally, it was I who broke the crushing silence, "It saddens me that we will never see one another again." He nodded solemnly, his striking eyes misty in the early morning light. "Where will you go?" I asked, my hand resting on his cheek, caressing him.

"I am needed in Bree, Milady," he replied, his hand resting on mine, yearning to say more, yet suddenly feeling bashful... even after the rich intimacy we had engaged in only a short while before. This time, I waited for him to gather his bearings, sensing his distress. "I... I feel foolish, given last eve and this morning, but..." he hesitated, a grown man blushing, slightly embarrassed, now suddenly looking down like a young boy.

I already knew what he wanted to ask, and so I smiled gently, squeezing his hand, bringing his attention back to me. I said, "I am Arwen Undomiel, Evenstar of my people."

"The fair lady Evenstar?" He said, his handsome face full of wonder and amazement... my name rolling off his tongue so sweetly. "You... an Elven Princess!" he stammered, and I merely nodded, smiling back down at him, puzzled and intrigued by his apparent excitement. "Arwen, where is your home? If I might be so bold." His voice soft and richly masculine, sent chills down my spine, especially when I thought of our lovemaking.

"In Rivendell," I replied, adding, "At the House of Lord Elrond, my father."