Posted: June 2004
Title: Last Gift
Author: HK
Type: FCHet
Characters: Arwen/Elrond
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All characters are property of JRR Tolkien. I make no claim on them.
Warnings: Incest
Summary: Arwen has made her choice and Elrond despairs of it. But wise is the Undómiel and she gives him the strength to continue on.

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She entered his darkened room, lit only by the dim firelight. She could see him lying on his bed, his eyes glazed as he rested himself for the journey that would begin the following day.

Arwen winced. She knew he despaired of her choice to remain behind with Estel. He feared to lose all his children, as Elladan and Elrohir had yet to make their choice. She herself prayed they would choose the life of the Eldar, if only to spare their parents the agony of losing all three of their offspring.

But she herself was resolved to her course. And he knew it. But still he despaired, despite his attempts to disguise it.

So, she knew what she must do. He must have the strength to endure the ages to come, until they would meet again after Arda was unmade. She would give him that strength.

She stepped closer to his bed and carefully sat down next to him, careful not to alert him of her presence just yet. This would take careful management of her magic. Silently, she began to weave her spell, knowing if she did not, she would never finish it before he awoke.

Leaning, down she kissed his parted lips as he breathed. It was barely more than a butterfly's touch, light and unassuming. Running her hands over his bare chest, she deepened their lips' contact. Faintly she felt him stir.

When she pulled away, he looked up at her sleepily, not yet fully aware of what was going on.

"Arwen-" he started. Quickly, she placed a single finger on his lips, silencing him.

" Shh," she said soothingly, weaving the last parts of her spell, "'Tis only a dream, Adar. Relax and accept this. Tomorrow, remember only the gaining of strength to endure. Remember only my great love for you. It shall never die."

He nodded, accepting her words and the magic that had already taken hold of his mind. When she leaned down to kiss him again, he responded to her, his tongue lightly caressing her lips.

She smiled inwardly with relief. It had worked.

Arwen pulled away from him before he could wrap his arms around her. He was nude beneath the light blanket, she knew, as his clothes had been neatly piled on a nearby chair. She nodded, taking note of it. It would make things rather easier for her, not having to worry about undressing him.

She stood up from the bed, letting her eyes drift over his form. His eyes were still glazed slightly, but she could see him staring at her. Slowly, she untied her robe-the only clothing that covered her body-and let it pool at her feet, leaving her completely naked before his gaze.

Arwen moved back to the bed, slowly peeling the blanket back from his covered form, taking time to kiss every inch of revealed flesh. When he now lay completely revealed, she noted his heavy breathing and his shaft that was steadily rising up with desire. She shivered slightly, feeling a warmth spreading through her body.

She climbed onto the bed completely, allowing him to pull her close. His lips covered hers roughly, but she welcomed it. This was so different than what she had experienced before. She could recall her lovers from the past, Haldir, Lindir, even the one night she'd had with Thranduil, all of them had treated her with supreme tenderness. But this was different. And she reveled in it.

He pulled her up towards the head of the bed, tugging at her to straddle his head. Immediately seeing what he wished, Arwen complied, slowly lowering herself towards his eager mouth and tongue as she steadied herself by holding onto the headboard above her.

When his tongue did meet her slick folds, Arwen did not bother to restrain a moan of pleasure. He brushed along the hidden nub lightly, teasing her, then moved down her cleft, pausing at her entrance. She was wet enough that his entrance to there would not be hindered in the slightest. But he chose not to, instead returning along the same path he had come and concentrated on the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

The waves of pleasure that shot through her body, making her legs tremble. She would not be able to hold her current position, especially when his tongue sent her higher and higher with every stroke. Just when she felt her muscles beginning to clench, she pulled away from him. This would be finished properly, she had managed to recall.

Sliding back down his body, she saw the pearly-white substance appearing at the tip of his straining shaft. Smiling at his obvious desire, Arwen allowed herself the indulgence of licking it briefly and smiling when he moaned and bucked his hips, seeking for her mouth. The taste, combined with the knowledge that it was this very substance that had helped to give her life, nearly made her slip over the edge of the precipice. But she held back and hurriedly straddled him. As she struggled to position herself, his hands appeared on her hips, stroking her with his thumbs.

She lowered herself down upon his shaft, taking him inside her ever so slowly. She moaned at the erotic sensations flooding her body. Once she was completely filled, she took his hands from her hips and brought them up to cup her heaving breasts. He tweaked her hardened nipples, and then pushed himself up to take one into his mouth. Arwen nearly screamed as he slid even deeper within her.

She knew she would not last long. Franticly searching for release, she began to grind herself against him, and then pulled back until he was barely inside her, only to slam back down again. Over and over as they both grew closer to the peak. Her muscles were beginning to contract around his throbbing desire.

When his fingers slipped down to the junction of her legs to stroke her swollen nub, she could take no more. "Ai Ada!" She cried out in rapture, collapsing into his embrace, unable to support herself any longer. Her body shuddered and only faintly did she take note that his hips were still bucking and thrashing.

He rocked and twisted until he was now on top and she lay pliant and willing beneath him. He thrust wildly only a few times until he finally surrendered, his seed pouring into her womb. He then slumped down against her, barely supporting his own weight on his arms.

Arwen stroked his back and hair soothingly as the tremors of release wracked his body. He was still inside of her, his member twitching but softening, but she did not move to push him away. She would remember these moments for the rest of her life, giving her strength to live the rest of her days without his constant presence in her life.

After a time, she knew he had fallen into an exhausted slumber. Slipping out from beneath him, she carefully pulled the blanket up to cover his sweaty form. Leaning down, she kissed him gently on the cheek.

"Remember," she whispered ever so softly into his ear, "My love for you will never die. We will meet again one day, Adar. May this night give you the strength to endure until that day comes."

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One year later
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Arwen stared down at the infant in her arms. He was so tiny; she marveled silently, her eyes wide in awe. He was so beautiful, her precious son and firstborn.

Aragorn, sitting next to her on the bed, smiled down at them proudly. "He resembles your father," he commented, running a gentle hand over the soft hair on the newborn's head.

Her eyes widened in surprise, then nodded. "Yes... yes, he does," she answered, not removing her eyes from the child.

Could it be, she thought wildly. Could it be in that one night, a child had been conceived? One last child of the Elves to be born in Middle-earth? One last true Peredhel? One last son of Elrond?

"Eldarion," she whispered. "Truly, you are the son of the Elves, my darling little one. My father would be proud of you." Reverently, she kissed his forehead.

Aragorn need not know. He loved the boy already. And it did not matter. The child's blood was royal and would ensure that the royal line would be strong and not wither as it had done in the past. And, if he chose to be named amongst the Elves, he could one day leave Gondor to his heirs and sail beyond the Sea and join his people in the Undying Lands. He could know the one that had truly sired him and know that he was a child of hope and strength.

And one day, they would all be together again.

Arwen closed her eyes, silently thanking the Valar. She had sought to give one last gift to her father, but in truth, they had exchanged them instead. 'I love you Ada,' she called out silently. 'Thank you for the treasure that now lies in my arms.'

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THE END

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