Title & Chapter Number: The Hand of the King 36-40/46
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Dalo's Archive
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters not mine. I'm just a guy who loves guys loving guys, filling in some gaps, with all due respect to Tolkien.
Warnings: Slash (duh), Angst. Homosexual relationships and acts. Nothing kinky, but definitely down and dirty at times (we're talkin' NC-17, folks). You gotta problem wit dat? Here's a tip: DON'T READ IT!!!
Betas: Elfscribe (Luv ya!)
Cast: Legolas/Aragorn/Boromir/A surprise
Timeline: January 17-20, 3019 Third Age
Spoilers: None
Summary: While recovering from Moria in Lothlórien, the Fellowship discovers a mysterious phenomenon that could threaten the future of all.
Notes: Dedication: "The Hand of the King" was written as an expression of love for my partner, Jon, who at times is my Legolas, and other times my Aragorn. Gerich veleth nín, Jonathan. Thank you for loving me so completely. "My heart will be yours until the end of time."
Chapter 36
"You want me, I know it," proclaimed Boromir in a hoarse whisper as he moved in to kiss Aragorn.
He had always desired Aragorn, but the hunger to join with him had grown stronger since the ranger had indulged Boromir's grief. In fact, Boromir did not feel quite himself. Perhaps it was the wine.
Aragorn ducked down and slipped out of the Gondorian's grasp. The ranger was on his feet in an instant, but was apparently unable to maintain his balance. Boromir rose and wrapped his arms around his friend from behind.
"Do not worry, Aragorn. I gave you my word that I would tell no one about this night." He kissed the ranger's neck, running his hands down the front of Aragorn's body. Aragorn leaned his head back onto Boromir's shoulder, moaning as he submitted to the Gondorian's capable hands on his crotch.
Boromir turned the man around to face him, then leaned in and kissed Aragorn's lips. Aragorn started to return the kiss, but then abruptly stopped and pushed Boromir away.
"No!" he cried.
"What is it?" asked Boromir. "Why do you stop yourself?"
"I do not want this. Leave me be." Aragorn turned from him and began to move away.
Boromir reached out to stop him, but Aragorn pulled away from his touch. "Please wait," Boromir begged, but the man would not stop walking. Boromir launched himself at the ranger, bringing them both to the ground.
"Why do you turn from me?" Boromir demanded, straddling Théodred's torso and pinning the man's arms above his head. "Was it something I said? Something I did?" Boromir's grief was mounting into rage. "Why did you stop loving me?" he howled into the Rohirrim's face.
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Chapter 37
Legolas heard voices arguing as he climbed westward up the embankment to Aragorn's location. Radagast had ascended twenty paces upstream and had already disappeared into the trees.
"I will be using images and names gathered from the Gondorian's dream," the wizard had said. "Do not ask any questions. Simply follow my lead and wait for my signal." Legolas had no idea what any of that meant, but assumed all would be made clear very soon.
"No!" he heard Aragorn cry. He quickened his pace up the embankment.
"What is it?" he heard Boromir ask. "Why do you stop yourself?"
"I do not want this. Leave me be." Aragorn sounded angry and perhaps a bit frightened. What was Boromir doing? He rebuked himself anew for leaving Aragorn to this danger.
He achieved the top of the embankment to witness Boromir reaching out to stop Aragorn, who pulled away from his touch. "Please wait," Boromir begged, but Aragorn would not stop walking. Boromir launched himself at the ranger, bringing them both to the ground.
"Why do you turn from me?" Boromir demanded, straddling Aragorn's torso and pinning the man's arms above his head. "Was it something I said? Something I did? Why did you stop loving me?" he howled into the ranger's face.
"What are you raving about, Boromir?" asked Aragorn, struggling against the larger man's grasp. Legolas was trembling with rage as he watched the Gondorian release Aragorn's wrists and grab the ranger's collar with both fists, hauling the man's upper body off the ground.
"Why did you not return to Everholt?" implored Boromir, holding Aragorn's face inches from his own.
Legolas was on his feet and running to Aragorn's aid when he spotted Radagast entering the small clearing from the north. Legolas stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of him. The Istar had removed his robes and stood in the night air clothed only in leather leggings. The physique Legolas had felt earlier was revealed to be a stunning example of masculine beauty, the taut muscles rippling under a blanket of blonde body hair that covered the chest and arms. He did not know whose form the wizard had taken, but he was exquisite.
"Boromir, I tell you I do not know what you're talking about," insisted Aragorn, attempting to push the man away. Legolas could not understand why the ranger did not simply strike Boromir. Aragorn was certainly capable of knocking the man unconscious. "It's me. It's Aragorn."
This appeared to have some sort of effect on Boromir. He released Aragorn to drop back to the ground and looked down at the ranger with an expression of horror on his face.
"GONDOR!" Radagast's voice had changed as well as his form and was now deep and resonant, the commanding voice of a young warrior in his prime.
Boromir's head snapped up and over to the transformed wizard. He tilted his head to one side quizzically, then shook his head as if to clear his vision.
"Gondor," said Radagast sadly. "What are you doing?"
Legolas saw Boromir's eyes widen in apparent shock and obvious longing.
"Rohan?" asked the Gondorian in a voice strained with tentative hope. Radagast opened his arms in invitation. Boromir rose to his feet and began to stumble towards the wizard. "Rohan? Is it really you?" he asked incredulously, falling into the Istar's embrace. "I can't believe you're here!"
Radagast motioned behind Boromir's back for Legolas to proceed and the elf ran to Aragorn's side.
Aragorn looked up at him with a dazed expression on his face. "Legolas?" he asked.
"Shh. All is well. Come with me," instructed Legolas, helping the ranger to his feet.
"Where are we going?" asked Aragorn in speech that was somewhat slurred as they moved away from 'Gondor' and 'Rohan.'
"Away from here," answered Legolas. "Now be quiet until we are in flight."
"In flight? What are you talking about, elf? I've missed you, by the way."
"Shh," Legolas hissed.
"Fine. Be mysterious. You just *love* to be mysterious. And you do it so well." Aragorn leaned over and kissed Legolas on the cheek.
"Aragorn, behave. This is important." They had reached the edge of the embankment, and Legolas peered over the edge to find Gwaihir waiting below as Radagast had promised. The eagle looked up, saw Legolas, and extended his wing out against the embankment.
Legolas said, "Jump," and gave Aragorn a shove, launching him over the edge of the embankment. He watched Aragorn land on the eagle's wing and begin to crawl onto the creature's back. He glanced back over his shoulder to see 'Gondor' and 'Rohan' fall to their knees. Legolas felt the pain of a broken heart pouring out in waves from the couple as they held each other in the firelight.
Then he turned and leapt onto the back of the Eagle, landing lightly behind Aragorn, who did not look well. Legolas hoped the flight would not increase the ranger's discomfort, but saw no alternative. He repeated the clicking sound Radagast had taught him, and Gwaihir took flight from the banks of the Anduin, turning westward to their clearing.
During the flight, Legolas wrapped his arms around the waist of his love, who leaned back against him, laying his head on the elf's shoulder. Legolas inhaled deeply, and was rewarded with the not so pleasant aroma of wine and sweat. Another bath was clearly in order. But he reveled in the weight of Aragorn's body as the man reclined into a wine-induced slumber. Legolas drew his arms tighter around the sleeping ranger, treasuring every moment. He knew he would cherish this time together for the remainder of his days. He gazed skyward, the stars blurring through the tears that welled in his eyes.
They arrived at their destination much too quickly. Gwaihir slowed his flight, twisted his wings to stall and then gently landed in the small clearing. He extended his wing downward, assisting Legolas in lowering the sleeping ranger safely to the ground.
Legolas moved to face the magnificent creature, who lowered his head to look the elf in the eyes.
"Mighty Gwaihir, I am forever in your debt, humbled to have been given such a magnificent gift. I thank you." He bowed low to the Eagle. He felt the strong yet gentle touch of the bird's beak on the top of his head, and he looked up into the eyes of the Eagle. The creature touched the tip of his beak to Legolas' breast, then raised his head to give a mighty screech, filling the elf with power and clarity of purpose. Legolas understood that Gwaihir had shared a bit of his soaring spirit with him and was filled with joy and gratitude.
The Eagle gave one more powerful screech, then took to the air and disappeared into the night sky.
Legolas watched him go and then turned his attention to the slumbering ranger on the ground. The man was on his back, one knee up, arms stretched wide, head rolled to one side, auburn tresses tousled in every direction. Legolas knelt down next to the ranger and brushed the hair away from the man's face. He remembered the tickling sensation of Aragorn's beard on his lips and how he had longed to taste that luscious mouth. His heart raced at the thought of satisfying that desire.
He also understood that every new sensation and experience led him one step closer to his ultimate fate, and he became determined to extend their night together as long as he could. Although it merely postponed the inevitable, he was not prepared to say farewell just yet.
He realized that he had not bathed since their last encounter, and though he did not carry the dust of Moria tonight, he felt the need to bathe in preparation for their reunion. He chose to let Aragorn sleep off the wine, leaning down to kiss the man on the forehead. He stroked the soft beard with the back of his fingers and said softly, "I do not know if I have the strength to do this, my love." His eyes began to fill with tears and he forced himself to his feet as he hardened his resolve.
Wiping his eyes as he walked towards the silver pool, he noticed the white bedding that had been spread on the ground under the same mallorn as their first night together. He also noticed several stalks of the plant he had used on Aragorn that night lying next to the bedding. Celeborn and the Galadhrim left nothing to chance. At least as little as possible.
Legolas slowly removed his clothes and waded into the pool to bathe, his heart heavy with sorrow over the task that lay before him at the end of this night. The tears he struggled to keep at bay broke through his restraint and flowed from his eyes, cascading down his cheeks and dropping into the cool crystalline water. He wrapped his arms tightly around his chest in an attempt to suppress his grief, but the sobs rose from within and were released into the night air.
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Chapter 38
Aragorn awoke with a headache. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he surveyed his surroundings. He was astonished to find himself in their clearing. He liked the fact that he thought of this place as 'their' clearing. It was as if this spot had not existed until Legolas created it for him. But how did he get here?
He looked towards the silver pool and was delighted to see Legolas standing waist deep in the water. The elf stood with his back to the ranger, running long delicate fingers through the flaxen hair flowing down the pale, muscled back. When had the elf returned from the north? He vaguely remembered Legolas pushing him over a cliff to land on a feather bed. No, that couldn't be right.
Legolas turned and caught the ranger staring at him. "You're awake!" the elf exclaimed, an enormous grin spreading across his face.
Aragorn responded with an abashed smile and a feeble wave.
"How do you feel?" the elf asked in a louder voice than was necessary.
Aragorn pressed a finger to his lips, silently requesting the elf to lower his voice a bit.
"Oh. I'm sorry." Aragorn doubted that. The elf quieted his voice to a loud whisper. "How do you feel?"
Aragorn held his hand out, palm down, fingers spread, rocking it from side to side.
"I see. Well, can I do anything for you?" asked Legolas, still whispering loudly.
Aragorn crooked his finger, wordlessly summoning the elf to join him.
"Have you lost your voice?" the elf asked as he left the pool and walked towards him, the beautiful hairless body shedding the water with every step. He stopped and stood at Aragorn's feet.
Aragorn sat up and patted the ground next to him and Legolas knelt as directed. Aragorn crooked his finger again, beckoning the elf to come closer. Legolas smiled and leaned forward.
Gently taking Legolas' face into both hands, Aragorn leaned forward and kissed him.
Lightning crackled through the ranger's soul as their mouths met, his lips seeking tenderly at first and then with increasing fire. Legolas started to laugh and broke their kiss, pushing the ranger away with a hand to Aragorn's chest.
"What?!" asked Aragorn, breaking his silence. "Why do you laugh?"
"Your beard. It tickles," replied Legolas, running his tongue over his smiling lips.
"Perhaps it is time to shave."
"No!" cried Legolas, appearing genuinely alarmed. "Don't. I like it."
"Very well. It stays," he proclaimed, pulling Legolas into another kiss.
The elf again pushed him away. "Phew!" he exclaimed, waving his hand in front of his face. "You reek of wine and smoke. Come with me," he instructed, grabbing Aragorn's hand and attempting to pull the ranger to his feet.
Aragorn resisted, trying unsuccessfully to pull the elf back to the ground with him.
"Aragorn, please," Legolas cajoled. "You need to bathe."
Aragorn went limp.
"Very well," Legolas said, releasing the ranger's hand. Aragorn fell back to the ground with a thud. "If you insist on behaving like a child, I shall treat you like one." With startling speed and agility, Legolas scooped up Aragorn's body into his arms and began to carry him to the water.
"Legolas, put me down!" Aragorn struggled against the elf's arms, but they were intractable.
"I gave you the opportunity to do this on your own, but you refused."
"I'm warning you, elf. Put me down!" Aragorn demanded. He was enjoying himself, but this was literally carrying it a bit too far.
"Or you will do what?" Legolas asked with great nonchalance.
"Horrible human things. I mean it, Legolas." Legolas was wading into the pool. "Put me down!"
"As you wish, your majesty." Legolas withdrew his arms and dropped Aragorn into the water.
The shock caused him to gasp, which is not a very healthy thing to do while underwater. He jumped to his feet, breaking the surface and coughing the water from his lungs.
"Maybe next time you'll do as I ask," said Legolas.
With lightening speed that caught the elf off guard, Aragorn pushed Legolas backwards into the water. The ranger shook his head from side to side and then back, tossing his hair out of his face. He took a deep breath and released it.
Suddenly he felt hands around his ankles. He looked down, "Legolas?" The grasping hands on his ankles gave a tug backwards, pulling his feet out from underneath him and plunging him face first into the water.
He broke the surface face up to keep the hair out of his eyes. He remained crouched neck deep in the water, scanning the surface for any sign of the elf.
"Very funny, elf!" he called. "You shall pay for that."
"I certainly hope so." Aragorn spun around to face the bushes overgrowing the edge of the pool, Legolas' apparent hiding place.
"So you really want me to bathe," he asked the bushes.
"Very astute, especially for a human."
"You just like to watch me, don't you?"
"Very true. But more importantly, you smell."
Aragorn chuckled and resigned himself to his task. He fought with the shirt sticking to his skin as he removed the garment over his head. He tossed his boots ashore and then proceeded to remove his trousers, struggling to balance on one foot and then the other as he slipped the leggings over his feet. As he regained his footing, he felt the elf's hands slide around his torso from behind.
"Allow me to assist you," offered Legolas. Aragorn's skin burned under Legolas' fingers, and he leaned back into the elf's arms.
Legolas pushed forward with his knees, buckling Aragorn's legs and lowering them both into a crouch until they were submerged to their necks. He then began to rub his hands over Aragorn's chest and abdomen, washing away the day's sweat. Aragorn moaned in pleasure. He felt his lover's member pressed between them with the same heat as their first night together. He felt his own cock beginning to stir.
"That feels wonderful, Legolas."
"Excellent," replied the elf.
"Incidentally, there's something I've been meaning to ask you," said Aragorn.
"Yes?"
"Why did you leave me alone the other night?"
"You mean after we made love?" asked Legolas.
"Yes," replied Aragorn.
With one arm still around his waist, Legolas pushed forward on Aragorn's shoulders until he complied by leaning forward. Legolas ran his hands over the ranger's back, washing away the dirt and the stress.
"Well, to begin with, you passed out. Cold. And our lovemaking filled me with such energy that I could not remain still. I rejoiced with the dawn and thanked the Valar for bringing you into my life. Why do you ask?" The elf's voice took on an playfully condescending tone, as if he were speaking to a child. "Were you frightened when you woke to find me gone?" he teased.
"Nooo, I wasn't frightened. Just a little . . . disoriented," answered Aragorn.
Aragorn felt the hands as they moved lower, rubbing along his buttocks and against his opening. The ranger's cock rose higher.
"Now stand up," instructed Legolas.
Aragorn stood facing the elf, the tip of his cock breaking the water's surface. Legolas ignored the obvious erection and proceeded to move down, then up, first his right leg, and then his left.
"You didn't remember a thing, did you?" accused Legolas.
"Yes, I did," protested Aragorn.
"Not at first, you didn't."
Aragorn remained silent.
"I could tell by the expression on your face when you entered the pavilion the following morning," Legolas teased. Aragorn could hear the smile in the elf's voice.
"But then I remembered everything," Aragorn reasserted. He reached down and took Legolas' chin in his hand, raising the elf's eyes to meet his own. "And I have been remembering your touch ever since that moment. I can think of nothing else, sweet Legolas."
Legolas, who had momentarily ceased his ministrations, gave him a peculiar smile and then returned to the ranger's bath. When he completed washing Aragorn's legs, the elf finished by running his hands over Aragorn's crotch, still avoiding the erection, but pulling gently on the man's balls, causing the ranger to groan in pleasure.
"There. You are now bathed," announced Legolas, standing and walking out of the pool.
"No, you missed a spot," argued Aragorn.
"No," answered Legolas, turning at the edge of the pool to face him. He folded his arms across his chest while he stared back at Aragorn with that blasted impish grin and an imposing erection. "I don't think so."
"I'm certain you did." Aragorn gestured to his crotch.
"Nooo, I didn't 'miss' a spot. I left that particular area to your capable hands. You *do* know how to proceed in that area, do you not?"
Aragorn smiled. If you only knew, he thought. "I believe I might need some instruction," he answered.
"You knew exactly what to do yesterday evening. Right here in this clearing, I would wager." Legolas wore an enigmatic and confident smirk.
The ranger's mouth dropped open in amazement at the elf's words. "How did you know that?" Aragorn asked. "You were journeying north."
"I have my ways," answered Legolas. "Now you must finish your bath before you touch me again."
Aragorn wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked the length of it several times as he stared at Legolas.
"Aragorn," Legolas asked with an indulgent smile, "are you attempting to seduce me?"
"Is it working?" asked the ranger, only partially in jest.
Legolas rolled his eyes and walked away.
"What?!" Aragorn threw both hands into the air in exasperation. "Where are you going?" His bath complete as far as he was concerned, he left the pool and followed Legolas to the bedding that awaited them under the tree. That was odd. He had not noticed the bedding before. But then again, once he had spotted Legolas, everything else had faded into the background.
Legolas sat on the bed with his back against the tree. "You stay there and drip dry for a few moments," he instructed from his throne.
"That's quite an authoritative stance to take for one so naked," warned Aragorn.
"Do not believe for a moment that my nudity in any way impairs my ability to enforce my royal edicts," countered Legolas.
Now it was Aragorn's turn to roll his eyes. Before he could complete the mocking gesture, however, the infuriating elf deftly swept the ranger's feet from under him, causing him to spin and fall on his back next to the elf with an undignified "Oomph," which, of course, made the elf laugh even harder.
"Please stop doing that," the ranger said.
"Doing what? I have nothing to do with your compromised sense of balance."
"And just how is my balance compromised?"
"You apparently had consumed a fair amount of wine with Boromir when we found you."
The evening with Boromir returned to him in a flash, although parts were a bit hazy. He sat up, remembering Boromir's confessions.
"He knows about us, Legolas."
"It is of little consequence, Aragorn. Do not let it trouble you." Aragorn felt the elf's hand on his shoulder from behind.
"He promised not to tell anyone." Aragorn said.
"Then I doubt he will."
Aragorn recalled Boromir's advances. "He attacked me."
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Chapter 39
"I know," replied Legolas. "I arrived in time to witness the assault." The memory still sent chills up the elf's spine. Thank the gods they had arrived in time.
"It was strange," said Aragorn, turning and stretching out with his head upon the elf's thigh. "Things had been going so well up until that point. Boromir and I had reached a new understanding. He really is a good man, Legolas, contrary to what you may think of him."
Legolas could not believe Aragorn was defending the brute. "A good man would not have attacked you, Aragorn," he countered, laying his arm across the ranger's chest, his fingers playing with the man's chest hair.
"But that's what was so strange. It was as if forces were compelling him to . . . ." the ranger hesitated.
"To what?"
"You won't judge Boromir?" asked the ranger, looking up at Legolas with those soulful slate grey eyes.
"If you do not, then how could I?" asked Legolas.
Aragorn's eyes relaxed and he looked away. "Boromir attempted to kiss me."
Legolas was not terribly shocked at this news. He had suspected as much. Surely this was not what had Aragorn so concerned.
"Twice," added Aragorn.
"And?" prompted Legolas.
"And the second time I started to let him."
"Ah, I see." So Aragorn fears judgment himself, he thought.
Aragorn sat up and turned to face Legolas. "It was only for a moment. It must have been the wine."
"Be at peace, Aragorn," reassured Legolas. "I condemn neither you nor your Gondorian friend. There are forces beyond our ken at work in Lothlórien which give rise to that which would otherwise be unexpressed."
"What forces?"
"It is called 'Communion' and it happens only once every hundred years."
"Did you say 'Communion?'" asked Aragorn.
"Yes. You have heard of it?"
"Arwen mentioned it."
"When did she say this?" asked Legolas.
"In my dream, after you and I . . . ."
"I suppose you could say we 'communed,' don't you think?" mused Legolas.
"Very well, after you and I communed," finished Aragorn.
"The Lady Arwen came to you in a dream?"
"Yes."
"The Lady Galadriel spoke to me in mine," the elf said.
Aragorn's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Why would these ladies take such interest in our dalliance?"
"Apparently that dalliance plays an important role in the future of Middle Earth."
"Now you're just being dramatic."
"No, Aragorn. This is vitally important. Your future reign is at stake."
Aragorn rose to his feet and began to walk away. "First Boromir and now you. Will I never be left alone about my cursed reign?"
"Aragorn, wait."
"No!" The ranger suddenly turned to face him. "Why is everyone so concerned about my future kingship? What would they do, what would *you* do, if I simply left Lothlórien and disappeared into the wilderness?"
"You wouldn't do that, Aragorn."
"Wouldn't I? How can you be so sure, Legolas? How well do you really know me?"
Legolas rose and crossed to the agitated man, saying, "I know you, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir of Elendil. And I know that you would never evade your responsibilities. You are a man of honor, of courage, and of nobility." He now stood face to face with the future king. "I know you. My body knows you. And my heart will forever be yours."
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Chapter 40
Aragorn could not believe his ears. Had Legolas just proclaimed his love for him? He could feel the blood rushing through his veins, fueled by the flames burning in his racing heart. He grabbed Legolas by the shoulders and kissed the elf hard on the mouth. The archer's hands rose to Aragorn's sides and climbed the man's back.
Without breaking the kiss, Aragorn began to walk forward, forcing Legolas backward until the elf was up against the tree.
"Ouch!" said Legolas, breaking the kiss at last. "What are you doing?"
"I heard this was supposed to be fun. Something about barrels and monkeys not being half as much fun as an elf against a tree. Or something like that."
"What fool told you this?"
"My good brothers," Aragorn answered, kissing Legolas on the neck.
"Ah, the twins! I should have known."
"Say what you will about them, they know how to enjoy themselves."
"Well, it's not fun. It's scratching my back."
"I meant fun for me," teased Aragorn. He laughed at the expression of indignant outrage on the elf's face.
Legolas punched him playfully yet firmly in the stomach and pushed him away. Aragorn fell to his knees and doubled over dramatically, choking and laughing at the same time. When he recovered his breath, he looked up to discover he was at eye level with Legolas' crotch.
He had seen naked elves before, but had never taken the time to study the male form. The only organ he had ever examined was his own. He reached up and slid his hand underneath the elf's growing member, cradling it along his fingers and into his palm. Their erections, which had been lost when the conversation had turned to Aragorn's encounter with Boromir, were returning with a vengeance.
Aragorn longed to taste Legolas' cock. He extended his tongue and lifted the elf to his mouth. He gently licked the tip, sending a shiver through the elf's body. He licked again, dragging his tongue along the underside of the head. This brought a moan from the elf, increasing Aragorn's excitement. He opened his mouth and took in the growing member until it reached the back of his throat. He gagged and began to cough, releasing Legolas from his lips.
"Whoa, human," cautioned Legolas. "Don't push yourself. Just take your time. Your tongue feels wonderful."
Aragorn swallowed and took a deep breath. Then he returned to his mission without hesitation, wrapping his tongue and lips around the head of the elf's now fully erect cock.
"Mmm, that's it," encouraged Legolas, leaning back against the tree, apparently now oblivious to the rough bark.
Aragorn attacked the duty of pleasuring Legolas' cock as he would have attacked any other challenge, with determination and zeal. He ran his tongue around the rim of the head, causing Legolas to squirm and twitch, especially when he concentrated on the sensitive underside.
He decided to try a new tactic. He wrapped his lips around the entire head *except* the underside, curving his tongue down and out of contact with the narrow ridge of sensitive skin. He slowly moved the head in and out of his mouth, applying as much pressure as he could with the sides of his tongue and his lips around the head. The elf's squirming increased, along with his moaning.
"Mmmm. Mmmm. Ahhhhhh!!!" Legolas' eyes flew open and his knees buckled as Aragorn suddenly applied his tongue down the neglected underside of the elf's cock.
"Gods!" the elf gasped. "Where did you learn *that*?"
Aragorn removed his mouth to respond. "Do you approve?"
"Oh, most definitely."
"Then I shall continue," he said and proceeded to take the elf's cock into his mouth once more, taking it until it almost touched the back of his throat and then stopped.
"Unh," grunted Legolas.
Aragorn took a deep breath through his nose and then slowly pressed the elf's cock against the back of his throat. Prepared for the intrusion, he found it relatively easy to resist the impulse to gag. Instead, he pushed farther, attempting to swallow as he did so.
"Oh, Aragorn. Oh, oh, that's incredible!"
The ranger slowly backed off the erection until just the head was between his lips. He swirled his tongue around the tip while he took several deep breaths before he lowered himself once again onto the hot steel rod of flesh sliding between his lips and down his throat.
"Oh my gods! Ahhhh! Mmmm." Legolas' moans inspired him to increase his pace, and he began to raise and lower his head onto the elf's crotch. Legolas began to thrust his hips against Aragorn's face, grunting every time his cock was buried into the ranger's throat.
Aragorn had placed his hands on Legolas' thighs while the elf grasped the sides of his head, thrusting into his gullet. He now remained stationary, breathing through his nose between thrusts. Aragorn tasted the salty beginning of the elf's emission, fueling his passion. He reached around and grabbed Legolas' buttocks, pulling the elf into him deeper and quicker. Legolas responded to the encouragement, giving several deep thrusts and finally emptying himself down Aragorn's throat with a mighty shout. The taste of the elf's gift was both salty and a little sweet. Aragorn drank it as if it were an elixir of immortality.
The elf's body was lost in orgasm and Aragorn held him steady as he slowly backed off and finally released Legolas from his lips once more. He leaned forward and kissed the elf's stomach, then began to stand, trailing his tongue up the hairless torso to the collarbone, where he began to kiss his way up the neck.
"You have awakened me, Legolas," he whispered into the elegantly pointed ear, "arousing feelings I've never felt before."
"Are you telling me you have never done that before?" asked Legolas incredulously between gasps.
"I have never even considered it," answered Aragorn, kissing the elf's eyelids. "Although now that I have tried it, I must say that I truly enjoy it."
"Well, you certainly have a natural talent for it."
Aragorn smiled with pride. "I am pleased to have brought you such pleasure," he said.
"So much that I must sit down. My legs are weak."
"Here," said Aragorn, sitting with his back against the tree. He spread his legs, patting the bedding between his thighs. "Sit down."
Legolas followed his instructions, leaning back against the ranger as Aragorn wrapped his arms around the elf's torso, the blonde head resting on the man's chest, nestled underneath a bearded chin. Aragorn savored the warmth of the elf's body, feeling his arms rise and fall as Legolas regained his breath.
The moment was so peaceful that Aragorn felt it could go on forever without him ever tiring of it. He leaned forward and kissed the top of the elf's blond head.
"Aragorn?"
"Yes, Legolas?"
"Should I require you to perform an act that you did not wish to carry out, would you put aside your misgivings and do it anyway?" asked Legolas.
"I'm beginning to think that such an act does not exist," replied Aragorn with a smile.
"I'm serious, Aragorn. Would you do as I ask?"
Aragorn sensed that Legolas considered the answer to his question to be of grave importance. He did not know why the elf would be asking such a question, but he knew that he could refuse his lover nothing.
"Tell me what to do, and I swear on the blade of Andúril, I shall do it," he vowed.
"Do you mean that?" asked Legolas.
"With all my heart, Legolas."
The elf was silent for a moment, and then said quietly, "Thank you, Aragorn."
They relapsed into silence once more. The peace in Aragorn's soul was only surpassed by the love in his heart. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the tree, drinking in the moment.
"So," said Legolas," if you've never done that before, I would wager you have not experienced it yourself either. Am I wrong?"
"No, you are quite correct. I have never been with anyone before you, Legolas."
"Indeed? Someone of your bearing would have ample opportunity, I would think, to find companionship with an attractive woman, or man, before now. But you have never indulged your desires?"
"I suppose the desires have never been strong enough to compel me into another's arms. Since my twentieth year I have been captivated by the Lady Arwen. No other has approached her beauty and grace." He opened his eyes and looked down at Legolas, pulling his arms tighter around the elf. "That is, no other before you."
Aragorn thought he felt a groan rumble in the elf's chest. "Legolas?"
"Yes?" answered the elf, with unusual cheer.
"Is something troubling you?" Aragorn asked.
Legolas rolled over in his arms until he was on all fours, facing Aragorn. "Nothing troubles me tonight."
Aragorn reached up and pulled the elf's face to his, cupping his hand behind the elf's neck and kissing him with an ever-building passion. Legolas responded to the kiss, opening his mouth. Aragorn pounced on the opportunity and darted his tongue between the elf's lips, exploring his lover's mouth and tongue with his own. Their tongues twisted and danced, accompanied by their moans of mutual passion.
Legolas broke the kiss. Again. Aragorn refused to yield this time, however, and pulled the elf to him once more. Legolas returned the kiss indulgently at first, but once more Aragorn felt the elf drawn into the currents of passion flowing between them.
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