Fan Fiction ❯ Arwen's spirit ❯ Instigation ( Chapter 1 )

Arwen's spirit

By BJ_Blatzkowitz

Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own LOTR, this is copyrighted by the Trustees of J.R.R.Tolkien. This is also under copyright of New Line Cinema for the movie. The characters are used with uttermost care and with permission. Other characters not in LOTR is under copyright of me, if you want to use it, ask me and mention it on the disclaimer. WARNING: This fanfic contains rape, lust, malice and degradation of some of the characters. You have been warned….

Chapter 1-Instigation

Arwen looked out towards the sunrise at Imladris. It was gentle despite of the ongoing war with Sauron. She turned and looked at Aragorn who was sleeping peacefully on the temporary bed he had made. Silently, she passed over him and pulled up the blanket over his nude form. `He is a Dunedain, the last of Isildur's line' she thought sadly. This only meant one thing: he was mortal. She glanced over her nude form as she continued to look towards the sunrise.

That night, Aragorn stayed up nearly all night to keep her safe, only getting some shuteye at midnight. She approached him and gave him her comfort, her body in order to calm him down. He was remarkable when they did it last night. She closed her eyes to remember the sweat glistening off both their bodies, the soft yet strong thrusts when he was inside of her and of course, the blissful climax at the end with his strong body pressing against her.

Snapping back to the present, she looked at the clear film over her pubic patch and her virgin lips. Felling the warmth of his seed inside her, she gave a little laugh before returning to the present. Looking at his peaceful face, she turned and retrieved her clothes. Her bare footsteps barely making any noise as she found a secluded place to dress. Her white corset wrapped around her like a second skin before she stooped down to get her alabaster sundress. Taking a glancing look back at Aragorn, she slipped into the velvety purple dress she wore for the journey. The rustling of the dress caused Aragorn to stir a little before slumbering again. She left a note on the stone next to the blanket before she slipped on her black travelling boots. Taking a long glance at the man she loved, she slipped quietly out of the forest, meeting her guard before travelling to Lorien.

However, the uruk-hai, camping on the outskirts of the forest, was watching the convoy with interest, in particular the leader looked at the elfish women with them. HE thought of the things he could do with her. Shaking the thoughts away, he led the uruk-hai towards the plains in order to ambush them.

Arwen looked at the forbidding cliff face as they passed through the Misty Mountains. Here she felt the cold mists penetrating not only her clothes but also her spirit. She felt a chill that dampened her life. Clutching to the jewel that hung on her neck, she made a silent prayer to the Valar, for protection in passing this treacherous pass.

High above, Norgrat, the uruk-hai captain, looked as the convoy slowly wind its way throught the pass. `Fools,' he thought, `Any person would know to avoid these passes unless they were in a hurry.' Raising his sword, he communicated with the others to unleash their arrows.

The lead elf stopped before several arrows punctured through his armour. The convoy now erupted with panic as more arrows rained down on them. Arwen quickly took cover and gasped as orcs began pouring into pass. Several elves tried to fight their way out, only to find that the orcs had blocked the exits. Many dying before Arwen taking up a fallen's sword and trying the get out. The last thing she saw was a fist coming towards her face.

TBC

Editor's notes: This ambush is in the situation of "What if…" Since Arwen was travelling to Imladris to Lorien, I thought the possibility of an orc ambush along that route. This fanfic was also inspired by `Body and Spirit' by Enros. So read that for a good idea of this story. Read and review. Any problems, contact me on azrael3@hotmail.com