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Your Rightful Place

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"How may I serve my beauteous Queen this fair eventide?" Her Estel speaks calmly, but there's a hint of mischief in eyes suddenly raised to hers.

Arwen can't help but smile, although she covers it up with sternness immediately. "Take your rightful place, King of Gondor!" she says. "Get on your knees and serve your Queen as you should."

He scrambles to kneel, and she goes breathless at the sight of him, head bowed before her, awaiting commands. "Put that fair tongue to its proper use," she says, and he lifts her skirts obediently, pressing in against her parted thighs.