Title & Chapter Number: Moonlight On The Trees
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Lord Of The Rings Movieverse
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Aragorn, Legolas, or any other recognizable characters. The story is mine and may not be used without my permission.
Warnings: Graphic Slash Sex
Betas: Nope
Cast: Legolas Greenleaf/Aragorn
Timeline: The Fellowship meets in Rivendell.
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Legolas and Aragorn desire each other.
Notes: They're so damn pretty together, how can you resist?
Aragorn stood on his balcony, raptly watching the moonlight shape patterns on the leaves of the lush trees. The forest of Rivendell, once alive in the ivory rays, lay dark. Evil had fallen over the beauty of the world, and would remain if Aragorn and his company could not do something about it.
Something bright shone on the forest floor, and Aragorn's keen eyes picked out the form of Legolas, the beautiful elven archer from Mirkwood. Though evil had fallen over the land, none of it had touched this being. He glowed with the very rays of the sun, his embroidered tunic and velvet leggings reflecting the starlight. Aragorn even imagined the elf's eyes casting a blue sheen over the trees as he moved among them.
The elf picked his way lightly through the dense foliage, finally stopping and looking directly at Aragorn on the balcony. The man froze in surprise as Legolas beckoned to him. A smile played across his sensuous promising lips, and he whispered, the sound carried to Aragorn's ears on the wind.
"Come, Ranger. I wish to show you something." Aragorn could hardly refuse the invitation as the lovely sprite flitted away into the woods, urging the heir of Gondor to follow. Aragorn leapt down from the balcony, his feet making hardly any noise as they hit the soft ground, and he ran to catch up with the warrior, curiosity leading him not only to wonder where he was going, but what he would be doing when he got there.
Aragorn rounded a corner, realizing he had lost sight of Legolas. He stood for a moment, looking for signs of the elf, but he could find none. A frustrated sigh broke from his lips at the same time that a hand extended from the trees to help him up. "In the leaves, Aragorn. Come into the leaves." Aragorn grasped the smooth palm in his rough one, marveling at the softness of the elf's skin. Gods, he was as beautiful as his betrothed, if not more. Pity the fate that had made Legolas a male and forbidden to Aragorn's touch.
"Not forbidden tonight, Aragorn." The elf's smooth voice flowed over him like silk, and soft lips met the Ranger's as a tongue tangled with his. Aragorn's breath caught in his throat before he tilted his head and leaned into Legolas' kiss, his hands fumbling for something to hang onto. Legolas grabbed his hands in his own and placed them on his thighs. Aragorn could feel the hard muscles under the velvet, and he wondered what else was hard under those leggings as he inched his hands upwards. Legolas laughed and caught the Ranger's eager fingers, murmuring against his lips as he pulled away. "One moment. Look around you."
Aragorn tore his eyes from the vision in front of him, seeing how the trees made a canopy one could walk on. It was like sitting in the clouds. Legolas led him further in until they were sitting in a spot of moonbeam, pushing the man down and laying on top of him. "The moonlight takes the forbidden away," he whispered. "In the moonlight, anything is possible." His mouth claimed Aragorn's again, sealing their desire as Aragorn let his hips buck up against the elf's erection. Legolas didn't stop him this time, grinding his arousal into the Ranger with equal zest. His hands pulled at the velvet of the man's tunic, his mouth dragging over the stubbled chin and down into the hollow of a succulent throat before meeting taut nipples. A moan escaped Aragorn's lips before he could stop himself, and Legolas smiled as he sucked, his fingers undoing Aragorn's trousers and drawing the man's stiff length out into the night air. Aragorn practically yelped as his fingers tangled in long blond hair.
"Legolas, you will undo me right now if you don't stop this assault," he gasped, even as Legolas carefully tugged his hair free of Aragorn's grip and moved down to flick his tongue against the head of the burgeoning erection. He pulled the rest of Aragorn's clothes off and pushed the man's thighs apart, licking his balls before lowering his head until his mouth was level with Aragorn's puckered entrance.
"Perhaps I wish to undo you before I truly have you, Ranger," he moaned huskily, plunging his tongue deeply into Aragorn. The Ranger's body reared up at the invasion, and he bit his lip to swallow his cries. Legolas' tongue withdrew for a quick breath, and he slid a hand up to pump Aragorn's erection in his palm. "Don't hold back, Aragorn. Cry out as your body wants you to." When he reinserted his tongue, Aragorn obeyed, crying out Legolas' name to the air. It wasn't long before the man was thrashing in the elf's grasp, silvery come covering Legolas' hand as he pulled away and sat up on his knees, blue eyes dark and wanting. Aragorn, still lost in lust, tore at Legolas' tunic until his chest was bare in front of him, resplendent in the night. He tugged the leggings down the elf's thighs, exposing a beautiful cock as well. Legolas reached down and spread Aragorn's come on his erection, laying down on his back and motioning the man to him.
Aragorn knew what Legolas intended, and he slowly straddled the elf, feeling the light brush of a cock against his buttocks. He closed his eyes and braced himself, sliding down on Legolas quickly, sheathing the elf deep. Gods, but that felt good. "Oh, Legolas," he ground out, "I want to ride you until you scream." Legolas seemed more than happy to oblige, tilting his hips up to find Aragorn's sweet spot. The low rumble in Aragorn's chest told the elf he had found what he wanted, and he began to move in time with the man, swollen cock brushing Aragorn's prostate with every thrust. Aragorn leaned down, changing the angle abruptly, latching onto the hollow of Legolas' throat as the elf grabbed his hips, moving him faster and harder. Legolas' cries echoed throughout the trees as Aragorn's hands found his hair again, and the friction made Aragorn rock-hard once more. He knew he was going to explode, and when Legolas wrapped a hand around his weeping cock, he did explode. He let go of the elf's throat and gasped for air against his chest, feeling warmth fill him as Legolas let himself go.
Once he regained his ability to speak, Aragorn lifted his head. Legolas' eyes were closed, his hair mussed and spread against the bower like a fine golden net. He was breathing softly, and Aragorn lifted himself up and off the elf, feeling a bit empty afterwards. He curled up against Legolas' side and rested his lips against a creamy shoulder. "How did you know, Legolas?" he asked quietly.
Legolas sighed and drew Aragorn closer to him. "Because of the moonlight on the trees."
~End~
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