(tilde) filling in the corners of "Aragorn and Arwen"

Scene -- Cerin Amroth

Arwen: They should call you Heujulus instead, my liege.
Aragorn: I'm not comfortable with you calling me your liege lord.
Arwen: And why not? Your cock is big enough to be anybody's liege
lord.
Aragorn: Oh really? It's not our dimorphism is it?
Arwen: For a fifteen stone weight man, my seven stone weight would
suffer crushing in our love for each other in any case.
Aragorn: Let's use the holbytla scale. Oh momma!
Arwen: You like how I twist under you? How shall we plight our
troth?
Aragorn: By the issuance of life to life's end, like our pre-nup
vows.
Arwen: I much rather prefer to have your two hundred something pound
liege lord weight on my breasts and heart and cunny cunny.
Aragorn: Oh momma.
Arwen: My legs are lithe, are they not? I'm tight as the new grown
sapling roots and trunk are, am I not?
Aragorn: Your feet, bare even against this morning's dew are white
beyond belief! They are whiter than the symbelmine that groweth on
this sward.
Arwen: It is your sword that I'm concerned about, Dunadan.
Aragorn: Hahahahahahhhh! The swords of the Dunedain are famous
through out. Do you mean mine weenis, lady?
Arwen: I dunno, Heujulus my lord Aragorn. They say the Dunedain
carry big sausages, and it stands to reason being the lord of the
Dunedain you meet every specification!
Aragorn: Let us then continue in our mission, I'm confident enough!
[Arwen reaches one white hand underneath the thigh near her womanhood
to grasp and grab the shaft and testicles of her lord Lord Aragorn
Elessar.]
Arwen: Come baby! Come as soon as you can!
Aragorn: Ugggghhhhhrrrr.

[let's leave them to their privacy upon the grasses among the mallorn]


hth

Mark Tiangco `/~'