Evenstar

(a drabble)

Arwen approached Aragorn, resting on a bed of down, with Elven innocence and allure. Her dark, mysterious locks hung extended past her shoulders as she lay upon him, his body melting into her own. All the memories of before remained in her mind as if a dream swept into the motion of the current, her blood personified by the life giving waters of Rivendell. In that moment, when Aragorn lightly caressed her cheek with the tips of his fingers, all was well and right in Middle-earth. It was true, she was beautiful; her aura a radiant expression of the Evenstar.