Part 22

Posted: October 2003
Author: Inwe Saralonde

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‘I've been working all day long
And I'm ready to come on home to you
All the other guys roll their eyes
And don't realise it's what I wanna do,
it's what I wanna do
They say I'm wrapped around your finger
But they don't understand
That what we've got is more
Than just a diamond on your hand
Baby it's a long thing – whoa
Oh baby it's a long thing – yeah'

‘It's a Love Thing' – Keith Urban
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Still in Mirkwood, a week later…

Aragorn's POV

I lay on the bank, content to let the sun dry me after my swim. Legolas was still in the water, and I watched through half-closed lids as little droplets of water on his back shimmered in the sun. He sensed my eyes were upon him, for he turned towards me, a smile on his lips.

Making his way out of the water, I marvelled once again at his perfection. He lay down next to me, propping his head with his left hand.

"What are you thinking of, Aragorn?" he asked softly.

"Thinking how beautiful you are, melethron-nîn." A faint blush covered Legolas' face, something I found endearing.

"As you are beautiful to me, Aragorn," he whispered, as he lowered his head to favour me with a kiss.

"I could never compare to you," I said once his lips left mine. I put my hand behind his head, intending to bring it down for another kiss, but he stopped me.

"Ah, no comparisons, remember? You will always be beautiful to me, even when you are old and grey." The fingers on his right hand began to trace a pattern on my chest, gently ghosting over a nipple, before slowly travelling down to my stomach. I could feel myself hardening.

"Close your eyes, meleth-nîn," said Legolas. I looked at him. "Why?" I asked.

"Because I asked you to," he replied. I saw a mischievous smile, and wondered what Legolas had in mind.

"Very well," I sighed. I closed my eyes, and waited.

"Just relax, and feel, Aragorn," I heard him whisper. I could feel something skimming over my stomach – it wasn't his fingers, it was something different, something soft. Whatever it was, it was not unpleasant – it even tickled a little.

"No peeking!" Legolas chastised me as I tried to open one eye a little to see whatever it was he was using.

It gently began to trace a path up my chest, and skimmed alongside my neck. I gave a snort, trying to stifle the laughter.

"Aragorn?" I heard Legolas ask.

"It tickles!" I retorted.

"I don't care whether or not it tickles, Aragorn. I told you to just relax and feel. Try and contain your laughter!" The words seemed stern, but I could hear the amusement in Legolas' voice.

"It seems I do not have much choice," I grumbled.

"No, you don't. Now be quiet."

He resumed his ‘torture'; it now travelled up to my face, going along the stubble, making its way to my left ear. Recognition dawned – Legolas was using a feather. The feather was being stroked across my forehead, down my nose, across my right cheek, before travelling down my neck again.

Legolas continued his ministrations – across a nipple, down to my stomach again, before gently tracing a path from the base of my now hardened cock to its tip.

"You are obviously enjoying this, Aragorn."

"Oh, yes," I breathed, my senses heightened by what Legolas was doing to me. Suddenly, the feather was gone. For a moment, there was nothing. I knew Legolas was still there; I could feel his breath on my cheek.

"Legolas," I whispered hoarsely, "why did you stop?"

"Maybe I have something else in mind," was the husky reply.

The ‘something else' was his hand encircling my arousal, a thumb circling the tip, smearing the pre-come that was there.

"Legolas…"

"Shh, Aragorn…"

Oh so slowly, Legolas began to stroke my arousal, and my hips began to buck involuntarily.

"Keep still, Aragorn."

"*That* is very easy for you to say, Elf – do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" I growled.

"Hmm, a fairly good one, I would think."

The strokes increased, and I could feel myself hurtling towards completion. When it came, it left me shuddering and gasping for breath. I opened my eyes to the sight of Legolas licking the come from his fingers. The sight was enough to make me start hardening again.

"So sweet, Aragorn," he said, leaning in to kiss me, and I could taste myself on his lips. Looking down, I could see his arousal, begging for release.

"Let me return the favour," I said, my hand making its way down.

"No," said Legolas, grasping my wrist. I looked at him, and I could see in his eyes what he wanted.

"It's my turn, is it not?" I asked, my cock twitching in anticipation.

"No, it isn't Aragorn," he stated emphatically. I smiled.

Reaching over to his tunic lying nearby, I watched as he removed a small vial of oil.

Turning back to me, he asked: "Can I presume that your smile means that I can have my wicked way with you?"

My smile broadened. "Oh yes, it certainly does, meleth-nîn, it certainly does…"

Which Legolas proceeded to do, to great satisfaction for both of us...

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Legolas' POV

I lay in Aragorn's arms, sated and content after our love-making. Aragorn had fallen asleep – I could feel how his chest rose and fell in gentle rhythm.

Gently disentangling myself, I looked down on him. I reflected on the long and sometimes tortuous path that finally led us to here, and smiled. Brushing away an errant lock of hair away from his face, I whispered:

"Forever, Aragorn, forever…"

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Translations:

Melethron-nîn – My lover (male)
Meleth-nîn – My love

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