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Arwen sat in her room and looked out at the courtyard. Aragorn had finally arrived. She had ridden into Rivendell two days ago with Frodo Baggins. The brave little hobbit had been grievously wounded, and she had known it would take the skills of her father, Elrond, to heal him from a wound by a Wraith. Aragorn and the others of Master Baggins' company had just arrived. Her father had called a council to meet when the young hobbit was well enough to attend. The Dwarves had already come and so had the Elves of Mirkwood, lead by their Prince, Legolas. She had been closed up in her room these last two days and had not met any of them as yet.

"My lady, Master Baggins has awakened and is already up and around. Your father asked me to tell you." Arwen smiled at the messenger and turned back to her window. She had known Aragorn for most of his life, though her father sent her to her relatives to stay most of the time. Elrond, though he loved Aragorn, or Estel, as the Elves called him, did not think his daughter should give her immortality to pledge herself to a mortal man. She loved her father, but she had to follow her heart.

*****

Aragorn was relieved to find out that Arwen and Frodo had made it here to Rivendell and drowned the Riders' horses. He was also exceedingly glad that Gandalf was here. He had the idea that Frodo would never wholly trust him, unless Gandalf approved. He saw that many others were here: dwarves, other elves, men... all come to Elrond's council, all to decide the fate of the Ring, the fate of them all, indeed.

He set out in search of Arwen.

*****

I had come to Rivendell to tell Elrond and the council that we had let everyone down in allowing that horrid creature, Smeagol, to escape. I didn't expect all the things that happened. Soon after our arrival, this glorious creature came flying in on a white horse. She was spectacular! She was Elrond's daughter, Arwen. A more beautiful woman I'd never seen.

I met a group of Halflings. Arwen had brought one of them into Rivendell with her. Elrond healed him. Galdalf the Grey came also. He seemed to be very attached to the Halflings. The most extraordinary Man came in with the Halflings. He was Aragorn, heir to the Throne of Isildur. He was taller even than me, and even under the grime of the road, very handsome. I was little taken aback to realize that I was responding to the sight of him much as I had Lady Arwen.

Elrond set a feast as soon as the injured Halfling recovered. I hoped we would be there long enough for me to get to know Lady Arwen and Aragorn.

*****

Lady Arwen found Aragorn looking at the Sword. He was bathed and dressed in soft velvet. He turned to smile at her. She spoke to him of his guilt, how he was not his forefather. They walked and talked for hours. She turned to him on the footbridge, telling that she loved him more than immortality, pledging herself to him. He held her in his arms and kissed her passionately. She took his hand and lead him to her rooms.

They made love over and over with the hunger of those who have been apart too long. Many hours later, Arwen lay with her head on his shoulder and asked him of the Ring.

"We shall speak of it in council. It is up to us all to decide. But I think we shall have to destroy it. I see no other way for the free peoples of Middle Earth to survive and be free."

Morning came too soon for Arwen. She lay and watched Aragorn sleep. She hoped that he would not go on this quest to destroy the Ring, but she knew he would. She knew his noble nature would let him do no less. She rose from the bed and quietly dressed and left him sleeping.

The Elves from Mirkwood were in the great hall, eating. One of them caught her eye. He was dressed in green and had beautiful blond hair pulled back from his handsome face. He looked up as she entered the room, and his deep blue eyes stopped her dead in her tracks. One of her ladies told her he was the Prince of Mirkwood. She walked over to where he sat.

"Prince, I am Lady Arwen. I welcome you to my father's home. It has been many years since we have had visitors from Mirkwood. I hope you feel welcome here."

Legolas pushed his chair back and got up. He kissed her hand and looked up into her eyes. She felt desire sizzle down her body as his intense gaze. She was sure he felt the same thing.

*****

Arwen was more beautiful in person than she was from afar. I could barely breathe as I stood to kiss her hand. I felt desire stir in my body. I could see desire in her eyes too. I have no idea how we either one ate breakfast. Our eyes never left each other for the whole meal.

When we were finished eating, she came over to me and took my hand. She led me out into the garden. We sat on a stone bench and talked of silly things: butterflies, swimming holes... nothing of any real importance.

Arwen took my hand and looked at me seriously, "I am betrothed, Legolas. My beloved is Aragorn. If this were not true...."

I just sat there. Aragorn-the Mortal? She was betrothed to a mortal? This was shocking to me. I was surprised that Elrond allowed it. But then who could deny this lady anything? I remembered also Aragorn had been raised as a son of Elrond. Perhaps this affected how he felt about it.

Aragorn.... Just thinking his name had almost the same effect that Arwen had on me. I had seldom met mortals, nor had I ever given one much thought. I was surprised at my odd passion for this man, Aragorn.

I smiled at Arwen. "He is indeed a worthy man for you, m'lady."

It seemed an impulsive thing when she leaned over and kissed my lips, a quick touch, and then she pulled back. She looked at me for a second, then she leaned back over and kissed me again, opening her mouth under mine, whimpering when I slid my tongue inside. I knew I should not, but I couldn't seem to help myself. She smelled of flowers and sex. I could smell him on her skin. It aroused me further. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her again and again. She responded to me. I slid her gown down over her shoulders and kissed the white skin I had exposed. Her hands moved over me too, touching my arousal.

Suddenly, she pulled away. "I cannot!"

She pulled her gown up and ran into the house. I sat in the garden for a long time to compose myself before I, too, went back inside. I saw her talking to Aragorn. I turned away, shamefaced.

*****

Aragorn woke to find Arwen gone. She must have gone to eat. He was a bit hungry himself. He got out of bed and went to the great hall. Arwen was sitting with her ladies. She smiled when she saw him. He looked around the room. The elves he had seen yesterday were there. The handsome one kept looking at Arwen with such longing in his face. Aragorn knew he was the Prince of Mirkwood. Not for the first time, he wondered if he was doing the right thing for Arwen by loving her. Another elf could be with her throughout time, not just the few years a human was allotted.

He found himself looking at the elf Prince. He had seldom seen anyone more beautiful, except perhaps Arwen herself. He found himself wondering what it would be like to kiss those lips, then was shocked at his own thought.

His attention was drawn to the noise coming from the stairway. Frodo came down. He was looking a little pale but better. He was smiling and talking to Sam, Merry and Pippin. Gandalf looked fondly at the small hobbit. Each one of the hobbits piled their plates high with the delicious food offered them at Elrond's table. Aragorn smiled to himself as he watched the happy hobbits eat and talk. There was nothing a hobbit was fonder of than food and talk.

His eyes sought the elf, Legolas, again. He found himself rising from his seat and going to the table where the Prince sat with his fellow elves.

"So Prince Legolas, what brings you all the way from Mirkwood?"

"I came to attend the council of Elrond, and I bring him tidings from Mirkwood."

"It seems we have many representatives of the free peoples of Middle Earth."

They chatted awhile about lots of things, neither realizing what the other was thinking. Somehow they came to a decision to go hunting in the forest around Rivendell after breakfast.

The hunting trip proved to be the pivotal point, as they both seemed to know it would be. They didn't travel far, and instead of separating, they stayed together. Legolas was an expert with a bow and arrows, and Aragorn admired him as he shot at the target they had made on a tree. Aragorn wasn't bad, but he couldn't hit with the accuracy and speed of the elf. They had brought food from Rivendell, so all they really came to the forest for was to get away from the noise and bustle created by so many visitors to the home of Elrond. Man and elf kept telling himself that anyway. They built a small fire the first night out and sat by its warmth. Legolas talked of Mirkwood. He missed his home even when he was only away for a few days. He spoke of it with such longing in his voice. Aragorn had never had a home except this one. He envied the elf.

The talk turned to Arwen.

"She is my betrothed, though her father does not approve. She says she will give up her immortality to be mine. I cannot ask it; indeed, have not asked it, but she seems determined to do it anyway." Aragorn looked up at Legolas. He was surprised at the look of pure longing on the elf's face. "Would you give up your immortality for love?"

Legolas looked at him thoughtfully and spoke quietly. "I never have loved at all. I would give up anything for your love, were I Arwen."

Aragorn was sure he had not heard right. His mouth went dry, and his heart pounded. "And since you are just Legolas?"

Legolas said nothing for what seemed like an eternity. He looked out into the forest and then finally back at the tall Ranger. "Then I would love you however you wanted me to."

Aragorn was speechless. He felt so many things. Lust and confusion, hunger and fear, love and shame. He wanted Legolas, so much in fact, that he ached with want. But there was Arwen. He had never betrayed her. Would it be betrayal? He needed to touch Legolas now. Just for tonight. He reached a hand over to the blond elf's face. He put a hand on Legolas' cheek and rubbed his thumb over soft lips. The elf caught Aragorn's hand and kissed his palm, flicking his tongue out to touch it. His eyes never left Aragorn's.

They looked at each for a long moment then at the same time, reached for each other. They met in a passionate embrace with hands exploring and finally mouths touching. Aragorn slid his tongue into the hot recesses of the elf's mouth. Legolas received him hungrily, sucking on the other man's tongue as his hands found their way under Aragorn's tunic. He rubbed a flat hard stomach then moved up to tease Aragorn's nipples until he moaned.

Aragorn slid a hand down to touch the hard bulge in Legolas' leggings. Then he unfastened them and slid a hand inside. Legolas moaned as the warm hand closed over him.

"Should we do this?" Legolas asked breathlessly, as he thrust himself into Aragorn's hand.

"No, but I'm not sure I can stop now," Aragorn answered as he began stripping the elf of the clothes he had already loosened. When Legolas lay naked beside the fire, the Ranger gazed at his beautiful body as he removed his own clothing. Legolas watched him intently. Legolas was perfection, from his long blond hair down to his long legs. His slender body was hard with muscle. Legolas was big, bigger than Aragorn had expected. And rock hard. Aragorn moved down and kissed the velvety head of Legolas' cock. He tasted the salty sweet drops of clear, sticky liquid forming there, and then he looked up at the elf and smiled. Then he slid his mouth down over Legolas.

"Yes, oh, yes. So good." Legolas' whispering in his own language and the sound of the fire crackling were the only sounds in the night. Aragorn cupped and kneaded the elf's testicles as he pleasured him with his tongue and teeth. Legolas writhed and arched up into the sweet torture. Aragorn slid a hand under his lover, touching his tender backside in places no one had ever touched. He penetrated the elf's tender opening with one finger, exploring gently. Legolas moaned and pushed down against the finger, making even more noise as the finger touched his tender gland. Aragorn smiled at his friend's pleasure. When he inserted a second finger, the elf pushed his penis deeper into Aragorn's mouth. Aragorn relaxed his throat and took Legolas' head into it. The tightness at the back of Aragorn's throat was all Legolas could take. His sperm began to fill the Ranger's mouth, hot and tangy tasting. His muscles tightened on Aragorn's fingers, as his throbbing cock emptied itself. The Ranger raised his head and let some of the slick liquid run down around the elf's testicles, down to where his fingers were still buried inside. He spread the wetness with his other hand and moved up on his knees. After he had wet Legolas, Aragorn pulled Legolas up and positioned him on his hands and knees.

Aragorn entered the elf slowly, but his own excitement soon won out over caution, and he plunged in deep. Legolas thrust back against him at the same time. The Ranger had never felt anything so tight and hot as he rammed in again and again, leaning down over the elf to bite his shoulders and back as pleasure rocked him. The only sounds now were the grunts and moans of effort and pleasure and the sound of the fire. The man growled the name of his lover as he filled him with his own come. When he was still again, he leaned down over Legolas' back and as the elf turned his head, they kissed.

They slept naked and cuddled together in the fire's glow.

*****

Arwen stood at the edge of the forest. She listened intently to the sound of the night. With her elf's ears, she could hear for quite a long way. She heard Aragorn and Legolas in the distance, and she followed them. She moved swiftly through the forest. She smelled the fire they had made quite some time before she came to their camp. She heard the muffled sounds of pleasure from them both. She found them asleep, Legolas lying naked on his side and Aragorn lying spoon fashion behind him, with his head against the elf's head and one arm holding Legolas tight.

The elf princess was surprised that she did not feel jealousy. But she looked down at them, one dark, the other light, and realized that neither would have done this lightly. Their feelings must have been deep for them to have made love. She knew her feelings for Aragorn would never change. She was amazed too at how strongly she felt about Legolas after only a few days. Both of them were so beautiful: Aragorn with his quiet strength and Legolas with his sheer intensity. Both looked so peaceful in sleep. She sat by the fire and watched, silent and still.

*****

When I awakened, I wasn't sure where I was for a second, then I felt his arm around me, his naked body pressed against my back. I remembered. His hands and mouth. Gods, I remembered. Had I screamed his name? Was that me? Had I begged? I felt my face flush with both embarrassment and excitement. It was only then that I noticed Arwen. She smiled at me from her place by the fire. She had kept it going while Aragorn and I slept.

"Good morning, Prince Legolas."

*****

Aragorn woke slowly, still holding Legolas against him. He remembered the night. He remembered the things they had done and said, the elf's eagerness and his own hunger. He saw his beautiful Arwen sitting by the fire, smiling at both of them.

"My lady, what brings you to the forest? Is there something wrong in Rivendell?"

"No, my love. I was lonely and decided to join the two of you. It looks as if you both found a way to keep from being lonely." Having said that, she moved over to where they lay and kissed Aragorn quickly on the lips, and then she kissed Legolas.

She rose from the ground, standing at their feet. Smiling, she slid her tunic off her shoulders and let it drop to the ground. She loosened her green leggings and slid them down. Aragorn and Legolas stared with wide eyes at her beauty. Her long black hair hung to her waist and her skin was pale as alabaster. She was slender but her breasts were lovely and full, and her hips curved perfectly. She knelt beside Legolas. He moved so he lay on his back as she stretched herself out in his arms.

Aragorn watched as she kissed Legolas, feeling excited rather than jealous. The blond elf put his arms around her and raised his head to kiss her back, his tongue teasing her lips, then entering when she parted them for him. He was at once bold and shy, as was Arwen. His hands roved over her perfect skin as he cupped her round buttocks and jerked her against his erection.

Aragorn trailed a finger down the perfect curve of her back and smiled as goose bumps rose on her skin. He almost forgot to breathe though, as he watched her arch her body so Legolas could taste her breasts. Legolas closed his mouth on one perfect nipple and sucked gently till she moaned, then he switched to the other one, biting her this time until she whimpered his name. Aragorn move so close to them that his body touched Legolas. He felt a warm hand slide over his stiff cock, but didn't even look down to see whose hand it was. It didn't matter. Aragorn moved so he could kiss Arwen's lips. She returned the kiss passionately as she still moaned and keened from Legolas' suckling at her breasts.

Legolas paused and sat up, moving Arwen to lie on her back in the soft grass. She held her arms out to him. He came to her, lying between her parted thighs and entering her slowly. When he was buried deep in her, she wrapped her long legs around his back. He lay upon her body as the two of them moved, a slow sweet rocking at first. As their excitement grew, Legolas moved harder, thrusting more rapidly and deeper, if that was possible. He never took his eyes from hers. Love words in elvish tumbled out of both of them as pleasure swept them away. Aragorn watched them with wonder, surprised at the intensity of the love he felt for them.

After a few minutes to catch their breath, both Arwen and Legolas turned to Aragorn, wicked smiles on their faces. Legolas moved from atop Arwen and lay down beside the Ranger, reaching over to kiss him. As the male elf kissed his lips, Arwen lay down behind him, pressing herself against him. She nibbled his ears as Legolas moved down to his neck, pausing to kiss Arwen, then returning to his bites and kisses on the sensitive skin above the Ranger's collarbone. The elf-woman kissed her way down his spine, leaving a wet trail with her tongue while her male counterpart found small hard nipples to tease and bite. Aragorn had no idea that he would even survive this onslaught, but he knew of no better way to die than of sheer pleasure at the hands of these two elves. When Legolas finally began moving down Aragorn's belly, Arwen pulled Aragorn over onto his back and met Legoals' kisses with her just below the human's navel. She grinned at the other elf as she stuck her tongue into Aragorn's navel as Legolas followed the trail of dark hair downward. Aragorn almost screamed when the tongues finally met on either side of his painfully hard cock. One mouth closed on him, while the other teased with a hot tongue his tight balls.. The sweet torture didn't last long, for Aragorn didn't last long. He came hard and fast, filling Legolas' mouth and having Arwen lick him clean when he was finished.

*****

The lovers stayed in the forest for several days, hunting and exploring both the forest itself and each other. Though time was different for elves than humans, all three of them hated to see their days together end. Aragorn and Arwen had pledged themselves to each other and now a third joined them. Though not yet pledging his immortality, he knew that life without them would be empty and meaningless anyway.

When they went back, the council was held. A Fellowship was formed to deliver the ring to destruction in Mt. Doom. Both Aragorn and Legolas became part of the group, vowing their lives to protect the small hobbit, Frodo Baggins, for it was his duty to carry the ring. Preparations were made and they day dawned that the Fellowship finally left Rivendell. Arwen was glad that neither of them would be alone when they left the refuge they had found in Rivendell. She prayed to all that was holy that they come back to her one day as she watched them walk out of sight......

*****

THE END

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