Part 1

Posted: August 2003
Title: Loved
Author: Jenny
Type: FCS
Characters: Legolas/Aragorn
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own any of the characters except the horses that I made up! :p The rest of them all belong to J.R.R Tolkien otherwise the movies would have been an 18 certificate if they were mine! * grin *
Authors Note: This is for Julia because she got me into writing this in the first place! This is my first Lotr fiction so please give lots of feedback! If you want the second half of the story please mail me! I'll even put down my email again! jenny_crambo@yahoo.co.uk Hope you enjoyed reading it as much I enjoyed writing it! Author URL: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/lotr_fan_fiction_archive/

Summary: Legolas and Aragorn meet before the War of the Ring. Where does their relationship take them? Will it survive through the ultimate test of jealousy and betrayal?

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Aragorn looked at the approaching woodland – Mirkwood. His duty as a Ranger included warning kingdoms of any danger. And growing Orc numbers was definitely a danger. He had seen more Orcs in the past 6 months than in the past year. Something was definitely up.

He approached the woods carefully, and within half a mile he jumped down from his horse Balan. His horse was Sindarin bred and her name meant angelic power. He had formed a close bond with his horse over the years he had been and trained as a Ranger over middle earth. They had learned to respect each other, and in a subconscious way, even communicate. He softly whispered into his horse's ear to be quiet. He wanted to pose as no threat to the elven guards of Mirkwood who hid silently in the trees, however he did not expect not to be stopped. Sure enough, within a few metres of entering trees, a group of elves dropped down and surrounded him with their bows drawn taught.

"What is your business in Mirkwood?" The leader asked with a sneer as looked at Aragorn's shabby clothes.

"I am a ranger of the Dunedian. I have come to warn King Thranduil of the growing threat of Orcs throughout the land." Aragorn stated.

The leader of the elves whispered, Aragorn supposed, to his second in command and suddenly the second elf jumped up into the trees and was off. He looked back at Aragorn. "You will stay here until we receive word that you may enter our home. Our king has many enemies. "Aragorn nodded in understanding and turned his attention to his horse, softly stroking her neck.

"Of what breed is your horse?" One of the elves asked after a few minutes.

"She is of Sindarin kind, but I am not sure of which breed master elf."

"And what would a mere ranger be doing with an elven horse?" The elf questioned.

Aragorn hated the questioning but thought it best not to displease his short-term guards. "I am half elf myself. I was brought up in Lord Elrond of Rivendell's care and taken in as his foster son. This horse was a present to me from him. You may know my elven name Estel."

At the mention of Lord Elrond's name the lead elf's ears piped up. He gave Aragorn a shifty look, not sure whether to believe him or not. He decided to say nothing and to wait for orders instead.

The elf that had questioned Aragorn over his horse seemed at a loss for words. He said a quiet "Oh… er… I see" and suddenly found the leaves and moss on the ground extremely interesting.

About 5 minutes passed and there was a rustle from the trees above and the second in command landed before his leader.

"You may enter our home under our guard for now" the elf said.

Aragorn gave another nod and led his horse behind him still surrounded by a number of elves.

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They had walked far and Aragorn was sure the elves were trying to confuse him of the way into Mirkwood. When they finally reached the gates, the guards sped down to the leader elf and again whispered words to him. He turned to Aragorn and said, "King Thranduil wishes to see you immediately. If you would like to follow my friend here he will take you to him. Your horse will be put in the stables and your belongings will be taken to your chambers. King Thranduil insists you stay a while Estel." He gave a reluctant smile then turned and beckoned the rest of the guards back into the forest with him.

"Thanks!" Aragorn shouted at them with a grin at being accepted quickly by the King although he did not know why, and started to follow the new elf. He led him up a grand staircase through many passages and corridors before stopping in front of a pair of magnificent thickset oak doors. He knocked on the door and upon hearing a small tinkle from what sounded like a bell, opened the door and let Aragorn walk through. Aragorn was amazed by the size and splendour of it. Lush velvet curtains lined the windows, the softest of rugs on the floor, and the splendid wood that made the desks. He peered over to his right and there was King Thranduil looking very stressed over some paperwork.

"Good Afternoon your Highness" Aragorn bowed.

"Ah! Estel!" Thranduil jumped up from his chair.

Aragorn thought he looked quite small for an elf… and rather tubby…Elves always surprised him no matter how much he learned about them.

"Come in dear boy! My my my… you certainly have grown haven't you? I remember when you were so high" he said lowering a hand to his knee. "Thought you were going to be a shrimp! So small you were. Dear dear dear. It doesn't seem all that long ago when Elrond was showing you off to us. He came to visit when you were tiny. Brought you along for some fun. Remember Estel?"

Aragorn was slightly taken aback by this greeting. He had no idea he had met King Thranduil before, even if he was only small at the time. "Er… I'm sorry I don't remember your majesty. It must have been long ago." He said with a smile.

"Don't be ridiculous it could only have been twenty years ago! And stop with formalities there's no need with family friends."

"Thank you sir, and twenty years is quite a while for my life time."

"Well never mind all that Estel, what brings you to Mirkwood? And might I say you do look terrible. You must have a nice hot bath when you are in your chambers."

Aragorn blushed as he realised the state of his clothes. "I… well… I'm a ranger now, for the Dunedian. I have been travelling for many months and I have noticed too well the increasing amount of Orcs roaming the land. I thought it my duty to warn others of this so they can start protecting their borders better."

"Good thinking lad, good thinking." Thranduil seemed a cheery man to Aragorn. Although from seeing his face when he was staring at the papers, he wouldn't like to get on the wrong side of him either. "Well, you shall stay here until you get cleaned up, fed and well rested. I'll get my son to look after you. LEGOLAS" He shouted at a door, which supposedly led to another room or corridor, or at least to someone who would go and fetch Legolas. "He looks about your age I'd say. He's approaching his 2931st birthday soon. He is my youngest son of seven," he said with a pleasant smile.

Aragorn stared. "2931 looks my age?! 7 sons?"

"Oh yes" Thranduil grinned. "Do not be fooled by age young one. And yes, seven! I'm so proud of my dear wife. Sadly she passed on to the Grey Havens although we all knew it was best for her. We miss her terribly."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I don't rememb…" Aragorn's words were cut short by the sound of stomping and then the big oak door being shoved open.

"Father, HOW MANY TIMES have I asked you NOT to call me during my archery practise?!"

Aragorn surmised this was Legolas. His brows seemed almost knitted together in annoyance. He had stunning blue eyes, much brighter than his fathers, and long golden hair that flowed down past his shoulders with two braids at the side of his head and one tying his hair back from his face, down his back. He could be considered a little skinny, but Aragorn could see the tensed muscles beneath the Elf's clothing.

"Do not talk to your Father this way in front of guests my dear boy." He led his arm toward Aragorn.

Aragorn smiled and raised his hand to Legolas. Legolas grimaced at his mucky hand and reluctantly shook it. "I am Aragorn, a ranger of the Dunedain. I am also called Estel." He smiled politely.

"Afternoon." He did not like the look of Aragorn…Estel… whatever his name was. He was filthy! How could he live like that? His clothes were torn and his face was hairy. He didn't know how men could live with hairy faces. They seemed so unkempt. He rubbed the hand that shook Aragorn's dirty one on his tunic. "What did you call me for Father?" He said this rather more calmly.

"I want you to befriend Estel here. He is going to be staying with us for a while until he is rested from his duties."

Legolas's face was a look of pure shock. Be friends with someone who likes to sleep in the dirt? Ergh… "But… Father… my archery practise… and… I have er… things to do…"

"I know fine well you do not. You are embarrassing Estel and yourself little one. Now, take Estel to his chambers. Estel, you will come for dinner with us at seven o' clock tonight. We will have a small feast in your honour" Thranduil beamed. Aragorn didn't know why, but the thought that Thranduil would use anything as an excuse for a feast came to his head. He smiled.

"Why thank you your majesty, it would be an honour!" Aragorn bowed his head then turned and went out of the room and waited for Legolas. He was sure he heard a small whine followed by a do as your told, and then Legolas was rather roughly pushed out the door. He frowned at Aragorn and said rather huffily, "Follow me Estel".

Aragorn smirked behind the Prince who couldn't help but think of the fun he may have in winding up the Prince. "So er…do you do much hunting then?" he asked.

"Yes actually." Aragorn was surprised. "I take my horse out most days for a ride and if there is a party going out I usually take part."

Aragorn was slightly dumbstruck and gave Legolas only a tiny "oh" sound from the back of his throat. He found it hard to hide the look of surprise in his face. "Is there hot water available for a bath? I don't get the chance much while travelling".

Legolas turned to him. "I can see that" he said raising an eyebrow. "Yes there is. We have quite an able plumbing system in Mirkwood, one of the best around. There are soaps and sorts provided for you. And uh… may I suggested a strong perfume?"

The upfront ness of the elf took Aragorn aback. Was he THAT bad? "Er…thank you Legolas… I will ah… remember that…"

Legolas suppressed a giggle. He opened Aragorn's door for him when they arrived. "I will come for you at dusk to take you to dinner." He smiled and left. Aragorn couldn't help but notice his lovely teeth and smile to go with them.

Aragorn wasn't sure what to make of the blond elf. He was certainly different from his father, tall, almost skinny, and beautiful too. Aragorn turned to view his chamber. Wait… had he just thought of Legolas as beautiful?! No he couldn't have done. Legolas was right. He must smell bad, as the fumes must be getting to his head. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind while he concentrated on running a bath.

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As the sun set Legolas left his own chambers towards Aragorn's looking his best. He smirked, as he thought of Aragorn all scruffy next to him. He was wearing a silver tunic with leggings underneath. Sliver suited him; it brought out his bone structure he thought, and his eyes. He was aware of his features. He smiled contentedly at that thought.

He knocked on Aragorn's door and when the man answered Legolas was shocked. "Oh I'm terribly sorry I've gone to the wrong room. I must apologize. It won't happen again." He went to the wrong chambers. How could he have done that? He was sure he had taken Estel here.

"Er… Legolas?" Aragorn called.

Legolas looked back. "Yes sir?"

"Um… it's Aragorn?"

"No Aragorn is… " Legolas looked again closer at the man. "Dear Elbereth it's you Estel!" He couldn't believe it. Estel actually looked rather handsome. He wore a dark blue suit, which brought out the blue grey of his eyes, and his hair was washed and slicked back. The furriness on his face was still there… but not so much this time. It was quite fetching on him Legolas reasoned. He found himself smiling. Why was he smiling? Stop smiling! It's still the same old grubby Estel. But he WAS rather attractive…

"Er Legolas..? Cooee? Anyone home?" Legolas seemed lost in his thoughts. Aragorn waved a hand in front of his face, which seemed to jerk him awake.

"Coming! I mean… er…" Legolas's face flushed. "I mean… follow me Estel".

Aragorn couldn't help but suppress a small laughter. As he followed behind Legolas he looked at what he was wearing. Silver suited him he thought. And so did those leggings. He could just see Legolas's arse through the tight tunic. He felt the urge to pinch it, but resisted the temptation. He enjoyed watching Legolas's bum; he might follow behind more often he thought. Argh! There were those thoughts again! He'd never really thought these things about a male before. But Legolas had a grace about him that he'd never seen on another man before. He could even be described as quite feminine although he was very definitely a male . Even if he was a little bratty…and pretty…and quite arse spankingly gorgeous if truth were told. Aragorn was attracted to Legolas. He couldn't explain it. There seemed to be a friction between them. Not necessarily a bad friction… it felt quite exhilarating to Aragorn, fresh and new.

As they approached the dining room there was a great table in the middle of it full of food and guests around it. Legolas spotted his father at the high table and crossed over to him, Estel following like a puppy sticking a set distance behind his derriere, which puzzled him slightly.

"Legolas! Estel! Glad you made it! I kept two seats for you and your friend Legolas."

"My friend?" he quizzed.

"Estel of course!"

"Oh! Right! Yes… my friend." Legolas looked to him. He felt rather guilty now as Estel's head had dropped and had an I-know-when-I'm-not-welcome look on his face but looked rather sad about it too. "Estel, come and sit down beside me" Legolas tried to say cheerfully. He didn't want to make him upset. He didn't mind him all that much. He wasn't stuck up or anything… just… less groomed than others… "Please? It would make me happy if you chose to sit beside me" he smiled. He hoped that would work.

"If you're sure? I don't want to intrude."

"You would not be intruding Estel. This feast is for you. Even though Daddy uses anything as an excuse for a feast."

"Thank you for making me feel so special" he laughed and sat down beside Legolas.

The two continued talking from then on and from Thranduil's point of view seemed to be getting on like a house on fire. They had talked about their positions in their homes, and how awkward it is sometimes. They moved on to hunting and Aragorn revealed he had been surprised when Legolas told him that he did actually do some hunting. Legolas laughed back and asked him if he didn't why would he bother practising archery? Apart from helping patrol the borders every so often and to keep the rumour of him being one of best archers in Mirkwood if not in Middle Earth. This stunned Aragorn even more. Maybe Legolas wasn't such a ponce after all! They talked the rest of the night enjoying each other's company, and until Thranduil pointed it out to them, they were some of the last few people to leave the great table.

"It is getting late Estel. I have got to let you get some rest. You must be exhausted." Said Legolas.

"I am rather I suppose. Er… Legolas, would you kindly walk back with me to my chambers? I am still not quite sure of the way. There are so many corridors!"

"Of course I would Estel! You do not need to ask!"

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Aragorn felt warm inside. He had gotten closer to Legolas. They had never stopped talking for the whole night except to put food in their mouths and even that hardly stopped them. They stood up and said goodnight to the other people that were left sitting round the table who Aragorn could count on one hand.

Aragorn followed behind Legolas until the elf turned round and asked him why he did so. His face flushed and he quickly made up that he didn't want to look stupid, as he didn't know where he was going.

"Don't be silly Estel you've hardly been here a day. Come beside me."

Aragorn pouted slightly at losing the view of Legolas's bum, but then scolded himself. He could not think like that of Legolas. He had shown him so much kindness tonight it would not be right to think like that of his friend. They reached Aragorn's bedroom and he could not have hated the site of this more as it meant that he would leave the company of Legolas. He had grown attached to the elf rather quickly and though he did not know it, Legolas felt the same.

"Well… er I'll say goodnight then Estel." Legolas mumbled looking at the ground. He did not want him to see the disappointment in his face.

"Yes, um… goodnight then Legolas. Unless…maybe…. you would like a nightcap? I carry a bottle with me on my travels. Helps me fall asleep on the rough ground" he smiled.

"That would be wonderful Estel!" Legolas beamed with a little more enthusiasm than he intended. "I mean, if you don't mind sharing of course…"

"I wouldn't have asked otherwise!" Aragorn laughed and thought he better let Legolas in before they made a fool of themselves. "This stuff is quite strong. Elrond showed me how to make it. He said he used it when the twins Elladan and Elrohir were born. They made quite a racket but he slept all the way through it with this stuff. I'm quite sure he gave some to the twins when they wouldn't stop crying one night. But it gave them hangover the next morning and made them cry even louder than the night before!" Aragorn looked at Legolas and found he was staring at him. He blushed. "I'm sorry I'm rambling" Aragorn blushed even more.

"No you're not! I was enjoying listening to you." Legolas smiled at Aragorn and to his surprise Aragorn was smiling back. Their cheeks both turned a rosy pink and didn't know where to look.

"The drink!" Aragorn said a little louder than he meant. Legolas jumped with fright. "Oh yes… the night cap! Almost forgot! How silly of us" he laughed nervously. He was like a young elfling! How could one man make him so nervous yet comfortable at the same time? As Aragorn poured his drink into a small glass, he looked at his weather-beaten face. He looked slightly older than 22. But his eyes showed his youth. Aragorn handed Legolas his drink and beckoned him to sit down on the bed with him. Legolas took a sip and almost spat it back out before forcing it back down his throat.

"Ack… Estel! What is in this?! It tastes positively vile!"

Aragorn choked on his own drink in seeing Legolas's reaction. He burst out laughing once he had managed to swallow his mouthful. Legolas's face was contorted into disgust at the liquid in his glass. As Aragorn wiped a tear from his eyes he managed to tell Legolas that it is made from several flowers and herbs from Lord Elrond's medicine cupboard. "You'll sleep like a log tonight Legolas".

"I fear I may have to wash my mouth out with soap!" However Legolas could already feel the effect the liquid was having on his eyelids. They were slowly drooping.

Aragorn smiled at Legolas's sleepy face. He looked beautiful. The drink would take a little longer to work its way into Aragorn as he was more used to it opposed to Legolas, however he did not think it would be this quick. Legolas's head was dropping and sure enough, within a minute Legolas had fallen asleep and slumped across the bed. Aragorn wasn't sure what to do with a sleeping elf on his bed. He poked Legolas gently in the back…. Yep. He was out for the count. Aragorn took off Legolas's shoes, and then his silver tunic. The fabric was so soft and smelled wonderfully of the elf. He put the shoes on a chair and folded the tunic over it. He then shifted Legolas's body so that he pulled the covers up and over him so that he was covered up. He had left his leggings on however he had worn nothing underneath the tunic. Aragorn couldn't help but marvel at the toned muscles and silky smooth skin that had been hidden from view. He tucked Legolas in then took a blanket from his pack. He lay on top of the covers but close still to Legolas and pulled the blanket over him and slept.

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Legolas awoke warm, and snuggled up. He was about to drop off to sleep once more when he realised there was another body next to him. It wasn't his bed either! Legolas panicked and sat up which knocked the bulk off the bed and onto the floor. He hadn't been IN the bed then. When Legolas heard the familiar voice groan, he scrambled over to the side of the bed and looked down. Crumpled in a heap was Aragorn looking up at him through squinted eyes.

"Estel! I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you! I just felt the body next to me and I got scared!"

"Don't worry don't worry! It's ok Legolas. And please, just call me Aragorn?" He had to smile at the cheeks before him as they turned a rosy pink. He picked up his blanket and got back on the bed again. He lay facing Legolas and propped himself up on his elbow. His free hand wandered absentmindedly and brushed some golden hair from Legolas's face. He only realised what he had done when he was taking his hand away but Legolas hadn't said a word against it. He looked into Legolas's eyes to find them staring back into his. He moved his hand back to his Legolas's face and stroked his soft cheek. He again didn't stop him but just kept looking into his eyes, his lips curling softly into his smile.

Aragorn struggled to find his voice. When he spoke it was thick, "Legolas, I… I hope you will not think badly of me… but… I would like to kiss you". He looked down to the sheets not wanting to face the rejection of Legolas. But his face was pulled upward gently, and their eyes once more made contact. Legolas was leaning into Aragorn and closing his eyes. He drew a sharp intake of breath as their lips touched. They kissed tenderly, and Legolas's lips parted as Aragorn's tongue touched his. Their kiss grew more passionate as Aragorn moved in closer and Legolas curled his fingers in Aragorn's thick wavy hair. His arm slid round Legolas's back and he shifted his body on top of Legolas until he pulled away. "What's wrong?" Aragorn panted. "Have I done something bad?" Worry filled Aragorn's eyes.

"No… it's just… I, I have never lain with another". Legolas shifted uncomfortably beneath Aragorn. "I am unsure of… what to do". Legolas's eyes were partly fear and desire.

"You have never lain with another?" Aragorn's eyes were wide and his mouth hanging slightly open. Legolas's face went pale as though he was corned by a warg

"No… I... I… well my father was always protective of me and I've never had much chance to talk to people I don't already know and I, well, I never really was interested in anyone that way, usually they just bored me and I can't help it but I just feel that… "

Aragorn kissed Legolas, his mouth muffling the sounds that soon died out as the two tongues danced with each other. Legolas was hungry for this. He thought he had never wanted anything so badly in his life. Well… except maybe an anti-tangle spray for his hair. How he hated knots in his hair. Which currently contained Aragorn's fingers. They were rough and had many calluses. His skin tingled from them. It wasn't a bad thing… quite nice actually… Legolas felt as if his body was on fire. He skin seemed to come alive as Aragorn caressed it slowly; even lovingly dare he say it.

As he kissed Legolas, he moved on top of him, propping himself up on his elbows. One hand went down to Legolas's waist and his fingers were massaging the soft supple skin there. He slowly travelled up the silky torso slowly until his hand came upon Legolas's nipple. He teased it between his forefinger and thumb and a gasp emitted from the elf. Legolas looked in wonder at Aragorn in how good he made him feel. Yet this was only the beginning. The reaction from Legolas provoked Aragorn to tease him further. His lips travelled down to one of the taught nipples and he began to suck on it, causing moans from deep within his throat.

Legolas's hands wandered from Aragorn's shoulders, one to the man's hair and one to his ribs, gripping him. He spread his legs so the man could move more freely, however once he done this, their erections rubbed together in friction and they both gasped. They wanted each other. Not wanted… Needed. Legolas pushed Aragorn up and tore at his clothing, which Aragorn had already started on. When his leggings was untied and pulled down, his manhood stood proud.

Legolas reached out for the throbbing cock. But Aragorn pulled back. "If you start now I fear I wont hold on much longer" he said and moved in to kiss Legolas while his hands drifted down towards Legolas's own leggings. He was a little shy at first, but when Aragorn looked into his eyes, and stroked his cheek, all nervousness drifted away along with his leggings. On his torso were planted small kisses that left a little wet trail down his pale silk skin. Aragorn kissed Legolas's inner thighs, his hands holding onto the elf's hips. His lips were touching everything except the source of his excitement. Legolas couldn't take it anymore.

"ARAGORN!" He almost screamed the ranger's name. His hands were gripping the bed sheets in frustration.

The man smiled and looked up at the elf's panting face, and took him into his mouth. Legolas's desire was so strong he thrust into the man's mouth, desire and need taking over him. Aragorn's hand cupped Legolas's sacs, and his tongue teased the tip of his weeping cock. He slid his mouth down the shaft and up again in time with the elf's thrusts. As he sucked Legolas shuddered as he reached his climax and shouted out his lover's name. He thrust into the man's mouth one last time pushing deeper as his seed spilled out.

Aragorn licked his lips, savouring the taste of the elf, and came back up to the elf and kissed him. Legolas tasted himself slightly on Aragorn's tongue, then realised he had not yet done anything for the man himself and reached down unstopped this time. His hand pumped at the organ, sliding the skin back and forth, his free hand gently squeezing the ranger's balls. His lips teased Aragorn's own, flicking his tongue inside his mouth, then sucking on his tongue and lips. He felt the man arch his back and drive hard into his hand, and felt the warmth of Aragorn's come coat his hand and fingers.

Legolas smiled at Aragorn as he fell into his arms exhausted. He slid off Legolas and inched up the bed, this time letting his arms go round the elf instead. He felt protective of him but he could not explain it. He let his finger place a few strands of loose golden hair behind Legolas's ear and pulled Legolas close into him. He could feel the delicate frame of the elf pressed against him and he fought the hardness that was growing between his legs again.

"Legolas… say, my name for me would you?"

Legolas looked at him quizzically but never the less he spoke his name. "Aragorn…"

"It has never sounded so right until uttered from your lips" Aragorn said as he felt himself drowning in Legolas's deep blue eyes. The elf blushed, and looked down, then slowly raised his head nervously.

"I, well… I have never felt this way about another Aragorn. I don't know how to explain it. I'm sorry it's just I " Aragorn put a finger to the elf's lips that were slightly puffed from being kissed.

"I fear you think too much about these things dear one, you are a breath of fresh air to me. I have never met another like you. You are my diamond in the rough Legolas."

They both smiled and their cheeks flushed. Aragorn ran his hand up Legolas's smooth arm slowly and pulled him even closer. "I do not want to leave your side today". And he never did.

From that moment on, the elf and ranger were inseparable. They held hands when no one was looking, excused themselves early for dinner while sneaking strawberries away under their tunics, went off hunting together but never seemed to bring anything back.

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