Love conquers Everything

The company had finally halted after an entire days ride. They set up a camp on a great field and everyone was busy putting up there tents and making supper. Eowyn had spent most of her time making some stew. She was cooking for the first time and she hoped to be able to give some to Aragorn to show him that she would make a good wife. When she thought it was finished, she lifted the stew pan off the fire and went to look for Aragorn. She found him sitting on a rock, cleaning his sword.

“I’ve made some stew. It’s not much, but it is hot,” she told him and served him some up.

“Thank you,” Aragorn said and took the plate and spoon from her.

He tasted it slightly. It tasted awful! He almost choked, but tried to keep his smile. But it proved to be very difficult since he also had to contain himself from spitting the stew out.

“It’s good,” he lied.

“Really,” Eowyn exclaimed? Then she smile and thought inwards,I bet that Arwen can’t cook.“Please eat!” she said happily and stood there to see him take another bite.

Arwen was searching for Aragorn. She had spent most of the day walking with Legolas, but now she missed the company of her love. She saw him sitting on a rock eating. She halted when she saw Eowyn standing next to him with a wide smile on her thin lips. Curiously and a little suspicious she walked up to them.

Aragorn looked up when he heard soft footsteps approach. He looked up and managed to give Arwen a little smile and focus at the same time on the burning feeling in his throat. He moved a little, giving Arwen enough space to sit next to him.

Eowyn stared at Arwen and raised an eyebrow. Arwen gave her a little nod, but she simply turned and walked away without any acknowledge of her. Eowyn was angry. Couldn’t Arwen survive one day with out running after Aragorn? How was she supposed to make him interested of her if Arwen kept ruining everything?

“What are you eating?” Arwen asked curiously and looked down on his plate. “You look terrible.”

“What ever you do, don’t eat Eowyn’s cookery. Your father would never forgive me if you got food poisoned,” was all he said.

“Is it that bad?” she chuckled. She took the spoon from Aragorn and tasted the stew. “She really can’t cook, can she?” she said with a smirk.

“Well, if I’m not mistaken didn’t you make me some Lembas in Lorien once?”

“Yes I do. So?”

“Well, do you remember how that went?”

“Well yes, you ate it all up,” she stared at him confused. And then it hit her. “You mean that it didn’t taste good? But you ate every bite!” She looked at him in shock.

“Well, that’s because it was the first time you cooked and you did it for me. I couldn’t throw away something you had done with your bare hands,” he said and lifted one of her hands and brushed his lips over it.

Arwen blushed and looked him deeply in the eyes. “But next time tell me if it doesn’t taste any good. I will not get any better if I keep making the same mistakes,” she told him.

“Am I suppose to take it like there is going to be a next time?”

“If you behave,” was all she said and moved closer.

When night fell Aragorn was sitting on his sleeping-berth and smoking his pipe. Suddenly, two hands came to cover his eyes. A soft voice whispered in his ear, “

Guess who?”

“Hmmm. Can it be Luthien?” He said smiling and covering the hands with his own.

“No,” the voice said and giggled a little before continuing. “Guess again.”

“Well, could it be Tinúviel?” He whispered.

“Right guess.”

He took away the hands and turned around to look into Arwen’s deep blue eyes. She smiled and stroked his hair. Aragorn returned her smiled and pulled her down into his lap. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“What are you doing up so late?” he asked her.

“I was waiting until everyone fell asleep so that I could sneak away and meet my charming prince,” she whispered in his ear with a little smile.

“Oh really? And who is this man that makes you sneaking around in the middle of the night?”

“A handsome Ranger from the North”

“I don’t believe I have met him. Perhaps you should introduce us,” he murmured and played with the locks of her hair.

She giggled and trailed a finger down his cheek, “maybe.”

Before she knew it he brushed his lips over hers, and she let out a little whimper. When he pulled away he chuckled at the dreamy look on her face. He placed a hand on her hips and another behind her head and pulled her down for another one. They sat like that for several moments letting there lips dance over each other before Aragorn dipped his head to one side and deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her longing mouth. Arwen growled and tugged his hair.

From a distance a dark silhouette was watching them with angry and jealous eyes. Eowyn turned her back to the couple and tried to sleep but the image of Aragorn with that elf kissing was printed in her mind. She couldn’t take it! She needed to be with him. She had to come up with a plan to separate them!