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The power of the Ring	By : Satyr Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 57980 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter contributed by : VladimirHarkonnen

The Fellowship's journey was en route to the Misty Mountains, though it was taking days and time to get there. Gandalf had seen the greenish glow in Arwen's eyes in the darkness, the same glow he recognized from Gollum, and he had seen it with Frodo as well. He'd frowned. Clearly Frodo hadn't done so well from the wound from the Morgul blade as he'd thought. He shrugged, however, as the power of the Ring's subtle lies convinced him that Arwen's closeness, itself attributed to the nature of her healing him, had begun to draw them both in similar ways.
Gandalf nodded to Aragorn himself, who took sentry watch. Aragorn knew that Arwen and Frodo were much closer than before, and in truth he was grateful. Arwen could more than manage herself, and they were tied together and absolutely loyal to each other, and it was a great relief to the Fellowship that the men could band together to be more devoted both to fighting and to the pursuit of food and fires at night.
He would have been much less confident had he realized the degree to which the Ring's clouding power had proven able to ensnare all of the Fellowship via a weakness that had never been anticipated, and via a means of corruption the Ring itself had not anticipated. The hours were long ones, and Aragorn remained focused and cautious, his hand on his sword hilt.
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As Aragorn remained focused on protecting the Fellowship, Arwen was meekly lying on a blanket, letting Frodo rail her pussy and pull on her hair as he thrust into her with his mighty dick, her sounds muffled by the sensation of Samwise Gamgee's naturally massive dick in her mouth, the spitroasting keeping her silent, the group sleeping just enough away from the Fellowship that none of the rest had to be exposed to the full presence of the Ring.
The two Hobbits had become used to Arwen's compliance, and Sam for his part dismissed the green glow of Frodo and Arwen as something connected to the Ring, and every time he tried to alert Gandalf to how profoundly wrong this whole situation was, whispers just beneath his range of hearing stilled him, calmed him. There was, after all, nothing at all wrong with the only woman in the Fellowship who accompanied the Hobbits so much offering her their body. A fated relationship with Aragorn wasn't a choice for her, what they had together, however, absolutely damned well was one. Arwen groaned in delight, her ninth orgasm of the night coursing through her body in veins of overwhelming lightning-fire, her eyes rolling in her head, as Frodo's cock flooded her twat and she greedily devoured Sam's cum, licking her lips, and pulling the hobbits under her blanket after making sure they were sufficiently dressed that none would question things, not even bothering to shield her own body.
The next day, as they set out, the Ring-enhanced senses of Frodo detected the first presences of a wave of Wargs that were prowling in the woods. Less than two minutes later, both Legolas and Arwen detected them likewise, and the Fellowship swiftly assumed positions of arming themselves, Legolas nocking his bows and arrows, Aragorn and Boromir drawing their swords, Gimli his axe, and Gandalf his staff.
Even the power of the Ring couldn't obfuscate honed survival instincts in Arwen, who even in the shadows had her gaze go from having that green tinge to being her normal bright blue eyes, ocean-like in their depth. The Wargs bristled and snarled, and their numbers were twenty-seven, three for each of the members of the Fellowship.
The Wargs also knew that even their more experienced foes, like the Sea-King in his tall and stolid form could and did forget how dangerously intelligent Wargs actually were. A race of talking sapient lifeforms they may be but they resembled nothing so much as gargantuan overgrown wolves the size of horses, if far more intelligent and in their own jaundiced view with far more to offer their riders than any horse had to offer. A horse was loyal, a horse was skittish, a horse was a moron among morons. It was this factor more than any other that worked in favor of the Wargs, who organized a plan of attack against foes whose cnduct reflected the bias that because their foes resembled dumb beasts if larger and meaner looking versions of same that they actually *were* dumb beasts, not the kind of beings who would and did organize a flanking attack on a group that was vulnerable to this, due to the Felloship placing their most combat experienced people on the front and the right.
It was not a framework of choice, and it was one that the more experienced members would not have chosen with the Ring clouding their judgment less, yet as Arwen stood with her sword out to shield Frodo, in the shadows cast by the trees her eyes began to have that strange green glow again, something that both goaded the Wargs and permitted them to focus on the two targets.
The one Halfling who clearly had the Ring, the other the Half-Elf whose very spiritual presence was being warped and altered by it and by its proximity. This was reflected in the unquendi kind of aggression in her stance, which had her hips squared and a hunched set of shoulders, her stunning face of marble wrought into a bestial snarl with her lips turned up, her nostrils flared, every bit the bestial image of terrible power.
The ones that lunged at the front and the right were sacrificial wolves, so to speak, and they were dispatched by sword and axe and by Gandalf's power. The ones in the left and the rear, however, heard the power of the Ring in that infrasound hissing. It enabled them to outmaneuver the Fellowship and fall upon Arwen, whose concentration and focus was broken when the Wargs swarmed her, knocking her and her Hobbit charges on their faces, and dragging them off by their teeth.
The Fellowship, facing the twenty-seven and victorious over the ones in their front had the power of the Ring over them snap just as the Wargs dragged Arwen, Frodo, and Sam into the forest next to them. The instananeous effect was something to behold. Merry and Pippin immediately noticed Frodo, Sam, and Arwen were missing, Aragorn and Legolas and Gimli and Boromir wheeled around and fell on the Wargs who'd tried to ambush them expecting them to be caught off guard and reeled with their coats on fire or were hewn down even as they lunged with fangs and claws against steel and mithril.
With the sight of the Ring-Bearer and Arwen and Sam missing, the Fellowship immediately began to move to track them into the forest.....
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Arwen awoke to the feeling of a Warg on top of her, her clothing torn to shreds beneath the waist. The animal was soon thrusting into her with a cock that was the most massive she'd physically taken, and it was the proximity of the Ring and its corrupting warping influences on her anatomy, to be precise, that made it possible for her to physically take the animal without the impact of a Warg cock inside her breaking her, the weight of the animal breaking her bones, or the combined impact on an unwilling party who happened to be Quendi making her fade. Far from fading, Arwen bit her lip in delight and groaned, rutting back against the animal and her green-glowing eyes looked at it with rapt lust.
Her hand closed on the sword, and as the Warg came inside her with a bone-chilling howl and her twat was flooded by a mass of warm sperm, Arwen's sword thrust through its throat, causing the creature to fall over dead, routing the rest of the pack, which fled when its newly hapless bitch in the most literal and primordial sense had turned on it and dealt it a proper Orcish trick.
Arwen stood, groaning as she saw the flood of Warg-semen oozing from between her legs.
"Shit," she cursed, then told Frodo and Sam "Not a word to Aragorn" as she grasped her pack and pulled out of it one of her dwindling supplies of breeches, of which as she counted, she had perhaps ten for the entire journey. Not enough, and she'd have issues from the future. But......
As Aragorn and company found them, Frodo and Sam fell over themselves praising Arwen, whose seductive gaze beguiled both Aragorn and Boromir, and even Gandalf's misgivings were silenced by the effectiveness of her actions. As Arwen cleaned off her sword, the Fellowship would move on. Gollum continued to creep after them in silent effectiveness.
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