Few Differences

Few Differences

Posted: August 25, 2006
Title: Few Differences
Author: Maiwen
Type: FCS
Characters: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas…’tis only in my head.
Author's Notes: This is my very first fic and I don’t know if I’m completely satisfied with it so there may be changes in the future, and it could potentially be a part of a series but at this point it stands alone. Also, I haven’t followed the exact timeline of the story; their stay is a lot longer. Basically, I really wanted to get something posted and what better time than the International Day of Slash? Aside from that, I’d like to dedicate this to my sister, Rachel, because even though she knows nothing about LOTR she is still willing to read all this smut (and quite enjoys it) just to make me happy! Thanks, sis! Plus, she could really use a lift right now and she loved how I said “heated member.” There’s plenty more where that came from!

Summary: During the stop near the Dwimorburg, Legolas helps to relieve a bit of Aragorn’s loneliness.

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“As I look upon the world, my faith in the Fellowship dwindles and my hope for lighter days dies along with it. Is that wrong of me?” Legolas turned his Elven eyes to the strong, fearless, demanding ones of Aragorn, who returned the piercing look, but hesitated to reply. “Aragorn, I ask you, is that wrong of me?” Legolas repeated.

“I cannot say, Legolas,” Aragorn answered. “I am a Man, you are Elf kind,

what-”

“What we believe about right and wrong is different, I know,” Legolas cut him off. “I know this as well, Aragorn, beneath the surface, under the skin, lie our hearts; yours beats as mine, mine beats as yours.” Legolas once again held Aragorn’s eyes.

Aragorn paused a moment, looking upon the camps of the armies gathered to march to Minas Tirith. “Then I ask of you, Legolas, what is your heart saying to you?” Aragorn placed his worn hands on Legolas’s shoulders. “What is it saying?”

Legolas looked deep into Aragorn’s eyes. “My heart... is saying that the strength, not of the Elves, not of the Wizards, not of the Men, but of Middle-Earth will overcome this great evil.”

A smile broke upon both their faces and they turned to join their fellow warriors.

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Days passed which felt like endless weeks, each one longer than the last.

Aragorn had been spotted many times pacing inside his tent as well as leaving the camp altogether. He knew someone had been watching, but he couldn’t be sure who it was. All he knew was that they meant no harm. Aragorn had guessed it to be Éowyn, but he knew that she wouldn’t hesitate to make her presence known to him. Who could it be then? He would find out tonight.

As the sky grew darker and more dangerous, the troops awayed to their tents, some to smoke, some to drink, some to think, but none to sleep. Though they grew more and more weary with each passing day, sleep did not come as easily as one might expect.

“Théoden, my lord, you must tell your people they have to sleep,” Aragorn encouraged.

“They cannot sleep,” Théoden began, “when they know that their end is near.”

Aragorn drew in a slow breath but remained silent for a bit. “Their end will only come if they are not ready to fight.”

“Alright, Aragorn, I will tell them,” Théoden spoke, “but I foresee no change occurring.”

Théoden left the tent, realizing that his words would be falling on deaf ears. “My people, gather please. It has been brought further to my attention that no one is taking advantage of this wonderful time of peace that we are experiencing at the moment for a bit of rest and sleep. I encourage you to all to go to your tents and lie down. Do nothing but that, for when the time comes for battle, we must all be ready because there will be no time for it until the end.”

“Thank you, my lord,” Aragorn greeted him as he returned to the tent.

“Aragorn, I trust that you, too, will do the same tonight,” Théoden stated.

Aragorn turned slightly but did not speak. He knew that what Théoden said to the men was meant for him as well, but presently he was determined to find his follower and he must find them tonight, but how?

‘How do I follow the person following me?’ Aragorn thought to himself. ‘Perhaps Éomer could help.’

Aragorn moved from his tent to the one next to it: Éomer’s. Fortunately, Éomer was just as stubborn as he was and had not followed the orders of Théoden, but was wide awake walking about his tent. Aragorn entered without hesitation.

“Éomer,” he began.

“Hello, Aragorn,” Éomer greeted him.

“Éomer, can you help me with something tonight?” Aragorn quickly asked.

“Of course, what is it?”

“Well, for some nights now I’ve been leaving the camp, to relax a bit, and I think that some one has been following me,” Aragorn explained.

“Following you? Who would do that?” Éomer questioned. “And why?”

“I don’t know,” answered Aragorn, “but I don’t think they mean any harm to me.”

“Then why bother to find out who it is, if they’re not going to hurt you or anything?”

“Well, I just would like to know, that’s all.”

“Okay, what do you want me to do?” asked Éomer.

“When I walk past your tent tonight I’ll throw a pebble and when I do I want you to sit up and just watch and see who it is that is following me. Nothing difficult. Can you do it?”

“Yeah, no problem, Aragorn.”

That night, as he passed Éomer’s tent, Aragorn threw a tiny pebble to give the signal, and then continued on his way to the bit of clearing near the water. He loved it here. The moon shone on the water and made it glitter and sparkle; that brought his memories of Arwen to the surface of his thoughts. Here she came to him and he went to her. Always, as he lay on the wetness of the night grass, he dreamed of the times he was with her and the day that she would be back in his arms. The heat of those dreams was enough to make him sweat more than he could ever remember, even when he was with Arwen, and tonight’s dreams were no exception. This time Aragorn could not tolerate the unbearable heat that came to him along side his beautiful Arwen; he had no choice but to take advantage of the cool, clear water that had been lapping at his feet for so long. It was too tempting. Besides, it had been some time since his last bathing.

Aragorn slowly removed first his boots, then his weapons and then the very clothing from his back. He piled it near a rock, just in case he had to retreat there should anyone come unexpectedly. Quietly, Aragorn descended into the water. The coolness of it first gave him a shock, hardening his nipples quite rapidly, but he soon adjusted. The water rushed over his head as he sank down to the bottom and then it dripped down over his body as he stood again. The night air was warm enough to balance the chill of the water. He let himself float on top of the water, let it carry him away from the shore. At this time Aragorn was most happy to be alone. Had anyone been there he would have felt most flustered for his entire body was not covered by the cool, blue water.

As he floated there on the surface, Aragorn was once again transported to another time and place. A time of happiness in Rivendell with his beloved Arwen.

‘Arwen....let us be in this moment more in love than ever before.’

‘Yes, Aragorn, we will forever remember this time because of the enchantment, because of the magic, because of the love we will make on this night.’

In his mind, Aragorn saw the vision of himself rolling over the green grasses with his Arwen. He remembered how sweet the air smelled, how the grass was moist with the night dew, as it was tonight, and how much passion Arwen released in him, how her body shook with it, and how they held each other until the stars came again the next night.

“Oh, Arwen,” Aragorn whispered, “how I wish you were here with me now. Oh, I could show you more love than you’ve ever known. Oh, Arwen.” He came close to the shore now, but remained in the water to give himself coverage, just in case. “Oh, Arwen.” His fingers ran through his hair and then his hands over his face. “Oh, Arwen.” His emotions were too high to resist any longer. The desire was racing through him as was the very blood in his veins. Aragorn couldn’t hold back anymore. He reached into the water and touched himself. The instant his fingertips came in contact with his heated member he couldn’t let go. His body was aching for this and there was nobody around to see, so why shouldn’t he give himself a little pleasure? He stroked his penis with great vigor and diligence. It had received very little attention over the past few weeks, after all, and what a better way to relax and unwind? Oh, it felt so good. Then again, it always does when a long time has passed between orgasms. Luckily, Aragorn was so hot when he started that it didn’t take long for him to reach his climax. Though he felt like screaming out, he held it in the best he could. Although, a few moans and whimpers did manage to escape him as his liquid essence spurted forth into the water. Unfortunately, the moment was not allowed to be fully experienced. A splash in the water nearby told him he was not alone.

Aragorn quickly held a breath and swam under the water to hide behind a rock that was a safe distance from where he just was as well as from where he heard the splash. Peaking around the rock, Aragorn saw a figure swimming in his direction. It seemed to be slender and long. He immediately recognized it as the figure of an Elf, and seeing as how there was only one Elf nearby, he knew that it was Legolas.

“Hmm...guess it was nothing,” Legolas assured himself.

“Guess again,” came a voice from behind him.

Legolas turned to look but there was no one there. “Show yourself!” He shouted as he continued to search the surface of the water with his great Elf-vision. “Show yourself, I said!” He repeated, but still nothing. “Am I hearing things?” Legolas asked aloud.

“I hope not.” There it was again, but it seemed farther away this time.

Legolas swam towards where he heard the voice. “Is anyone th-” Suddenly he was pulled under the water. Something had grabbed his ankles and was pulling him out to the middle of the water. He was fighting and fighting, trying to get away, but it was no use. Whatever had him was not letting go. And then it stopped. Legolas jumped for the surface and gasped hard for breath. Again he looked around for a sign of anything, but none was there.

Aragorn crept from behind his rock to see Legolas in the middle of the water. He swam out to another rock that was closer to Legolas, but not too close.

Legolas was kicking in the water to stay a float. Just as he started to swim to the shore he was taken by the wrists and a hand covered his eyes. He could tell that whoever had him was shorter than he because he was forced to arch his back in order to take the strain from his neck. He couldn’t tell anything else because they were noticeably trying to keep their body from his.

“Who is this?” Legolas shouted. “What do you want from me?”

“Well,” it was a deep, rumbling voice, “you seem like the type that would be good for fighting with me in a battle. What do you say?”

“I say let me see your face,” Legolas struggled.

“That sounds fair,” said the one behind him, “but you must swear that it is only my face you will look at.”

“What do you mean?” asked Legolas.

“You see,” the one behind him released him, “I am in quite the same garments as you, my friend.” It was Aragorn.

“Aragorn,” Legolas breathed, “you frightened me so.”

“Sorry about that, lad,” said Aragorn, “just wanted to have some fun.” Aragorn swam near the water’s edge and Legolas followed.

“It’s alright, really. Kind of glad to know that I could be of help with getting you to relax a little more. I’ve-we’ve been so worried about you as of late,” Legolas said.

“Worried? About me? Why?" Aragorn asked.

“Why? Because you are one of our strongest men,” Legolas replied, “and we need as many as possible if we are to help defend Gondor. We couldn’t survive a loss as great as you, Aragorn.”

“Oh I-I see,” Aragorn spoke quietly.

“Of course,” Legolas lifted Aragorn’s chin, “you do mean a little more than that to some.”

Aragorn gave a slight smile. “Really? To whom do I mean something more than a body able to ride a horse and use a sword? Tell me that, Legolas.”

“You’re only acting foolish, right?” Legolas joked. “Because if you’re serious, we’re in a lot of trouble.”

“I know, Legolas, I know. It’s just that it sometimes seems that I’m putting these people in more danger than necessary, that I’m making them suffer more than they should ever have to. Sometimes I feel that I should just leave now, that I have done all I can and I’m just refusing to let the inevitable happen.”

Legolas turned his eyes to Aragorn. “Leave? You can’t leave. These people have trusted you to lead them to victory. They believe in you more than their very king. For you to leave now would mean death to them. You can’t leave.”

“Legolas, they know that death is coming to them. They seem to believe in me, yes, but that is because they refuse to let down their king. If you, or even Gimli, were in my place they would treat you the very same. I am only an excuse. Nothing more.”

“Nothing more?!” Legolas began to stand but then realized that he was in the water, naked. “You mean more to them than you think. Perhaps you are using them as your excuse. As for Gimli or I being in your place, which you sometimes forget is that of the King of Gondor, yes, they would treat us the very same. You are more than an excuse, Aragorn. You are a reason to believe, to have hope, and I will not hear of any more of this nonsense.”

“Nonsense, eh?”

“Yes, nonsense,” Legolas stated firmly.

“Alright, alright, you won’t hear anymore from me about it,” Aragorn said.

“Good,” said Legolas. “So, what are you really doing out here, besides trying to have a little fun?”

Aragorn was quiet a moment before he spoke. “I-I just came out here to relax a little is all. I love being here,” Aragorn smiled. “You see how the moon is shining on the water, making it sparkle?” Legolas shook his head. “It reminds me of Arwen. Her eyes sparkle something like that. The only difference really between the two is that I don’t know why Arwen’s eyes do that. With the water, I know it’s the moon. I don’t know what it is with her eyes.”

“Aragorn, do you truly not know why her eyes shine the way they do?” Aragorn looked up from his steady gaze on the water. “Arwen’s eyes shine because of you. You have brought her so much happiness and love. Can you truly not see it?”

Aragorn’s silence was filled with confusion. Legolas could not read his emotions and thoughts as an Elf usually could. “Aragorn?”

“I know that she loves me, Legolas,” Aragorn spoke, “but I cannot understand why she would throw away her life to be with me, a mere Mortal.”

“Love is a funny thing, my friend,” Legolas placed his hand on Aragorn’s shoulder. “The heart chooses who we will love, not us. And, if I don’t say so myself, Arwen’s heart has made a wise choice.” Aragorn looked to Legolas in confusion. “You are a great man, Aragorn. Surrounded by beautiful women in Rohan, at Helm’s Deep, and now here, you’ve remained true to Arwen, even when the temptation was right in front of you. I am not afraid to admit that Lady Éowyn is quite lovely. Had she approached me, I daresay that I could not have refused. But you did. You’ve proven you’re worthy of Arwen over and over again, my Lord, that is why her eyes shine as this water does.”

Aragorn put his hand to his chest and then to Legolas’s. “You are a true friend, Legolas. I shall not forget all you have done for me.”

Legolas looked down at Aragorn’s palm on his chest and repeated the action.

“Now,” began Aragorn, “what are you doing out here?”

Looking around for a moment, Legolas answered, “Me? Oh, I just came to swim a bit. That helps me to relax. Not quite as romantic as your actions, but then again, I don’t have a love waiting for me anywhere.”

“Legolas, don’t be ridiculous. There are plenty of Elven ladies that would kill for a chance to be loved by one such as yourself: an Elven prince, future King of Mirkwood, and, just between us, nothing less than a ladies’ man yourself. I mean, you’re tall, courageous, unmatched with a bow, and let us not forget the important things: gorgeous blue eyes and long blond hair. Why, had I been a woman,” Aragorn chuckled, “I’d take you right here, right now.”

The color rose in Legolas’s cheeks. No one had ever said such things to him. “Aragorn,” Legolas giggled, “you had better hope that no one is around, otherwise, there will be talk come morning.”

The two laughed aloud for a moment before a rustling in the trees caused them to silence.

“Did you hear that, Legolas?” Aragorn whispered.

“Yes, I heard it. I think it came from over there,” answered Legolas. “You’ll have to do something, Aragorn, my clothes are on the other side of the water and your’s are just here. I’ll go to get mine, but you’ll be on your own for a minute while I’m gone.”

“Okay, fine. You go on, I’ll be alright,” Aragorn assured him.

Legolas swam off to retrieve his clothing while Aragorn crept behind a rock to get his back on.

“Is someone there?” Aragorn called out. “I’ve heard you. If you mean harm to me, stand before my face. If not, announce your name for me to hear.”

“It is me, Éomer.”

“Éomer? Where are you?” said Aragorn.

“I am here,” Éomer stepped from behind a tree.

“What is it? Has something happened at the camp?” Aragorn pressed. “Tell me, what is it?”

Éomer drew in a long breath before speaking. “I’ve only come to tell you that I know who has been following you. Or at least who has followed you this night.”

“Yes, who is it?” questioned Aragorn.

Éomer’s face was absent of composure when he spoke. “It is,” he began.

“Éomer, who is it?”

“It is...the Elf: Legolas.”

“Legolas?” Aragorn paused. “Are you sure, Éomer?”

Éomer gently shook his head. “Yes, it was him.”

Aragorn turned away. Had everything Legolas told him about being in the water been a lie? Was Legolas truly following him? “I don’t think Legolas was following me. I wa-I was just talking to him. He came out here to swim a little. Perhaps it was a misunderstanding. I’m sure he did come the same way I did, but I hardly think he was following me.”

“He’s the only one I saw, my Lord,” Éomer responded.

“Th-thank you, Éomer. You have done as I asked for tonight,...but could you do the same tomorrow night? Just to be sure,” Aragorn hesitantly spoke.

Éomer simply bowed his head. He knew that Aragorn should be alone at this time. He must rethink tonight’s events and decide for himself the truth.

Aragorn stood by the water, silently. Legolas would never lie to him; they were like brothers. It was a mere misunderstanding. Éomer did see Legolas traveling in the same direction as Aragorn, but Legolas was not following him. Was he?

The morning sun rose high in the sky as the men woke from a well-needed sleep. Legolas, who had risen just before dawn was now hurriedly making his way through the maze of tents to the one in which Aragorn slept.

“Aragorn! Aragorn!” Legolas called out as he neared the tent. “Aragorn! Get up! Quick!”

“Legolas, what is the matter?” asked Aragorn groggily as he rolled off of his cot.

“Follow me, you must see this!” shouted Legolas.

Aragorn quickly put his boots on and grabbed a shirt. He ran fast to catch up to Legolas, who, because he was an Elf, had great speed, and was already far ahead. Aragorn managed to reach Legolas before he turned onto a path that led to the mountain.

“Legolas,” Aragorn panted a bit, “what is going on?”

Legolas put a slender finger to his lips, “Shhhhhh.....” He motioned for Aragorn to follow him.

Aragorn and Legolas crept slowly nearer the mountain that over looked the encampment. What could be here that was so important Legolas couldn’t let Aragorn sleep just a while longer? Legolas stopped just as they came to the opening of the mountain.

“Legolas, what is it?” Aragorn whispered.

“They are waking,” Legolas’s eyes were fixed on the mountain.

“Who are awakening, Legolas?” asked Aragorn.

Legolas pointed to the mouth of the mountain, “The Dead.”

Aragorn’s breath was cut short. “What do you mean?”

“They know that we’re here and they don’t like it.”

Aragorn stood, his dark eyes fixed on the mountain. What would happen if the dead were to attack the encampment? The men would not survive an attack such as that. “Legolas, we must tell Théoden. He must know of this.”

Legolas turned to Aragorn, gave a quick nod and the two ran off to warn King Théoden. They sprinted back to the camp with lightening speed, but as Aragorn passed his tent he was roughly pulled inside.

“Fear not, Aragorn,” said a calm voice, “I mean you no harm.”

“Who is this? What’s going on?” Aragorn frantically questioned.

The person that had pulled Aragorn inside moved in the dark to a small table and lit the candle that sat upon it. His back was turned to Aragorn when he spoke. “I have something for you, Aragorn. It is time that it was returned to you and it is time for you to accept your fate,” he turned slowly, “as King of Gondor.” It was Lord Elrond. “I have seen what is to become of you and your men. You cannot defend Gondor with so few, you must acquire more soldiers.”

“But my Lord,” Aragorn began, “there are no more.”

Lord Elrond turned to Aragorn, “Yes, Aragorn, there are more.” He placed his hands on Aragorn’s shoulders. “You just have to know where to look for them.” Lord Elrond tilted his head slightly to the left.

Aragorn turned his eyes in the same direction. “The mountains?” he asked. “My Lord, you can’t mean....”

“Yes, Aragorn, the Dead,” stated Elrond.

“But they follow no one’s command, and they will never listen to the likes of me,” Aragorn said.

“Aragorn! Why do you constantly deny who you are?” shouted Elrond. “You will be the King of Gondor!” Elrond began to draw a sword from inside his cloak. “You are the one that has the power to wield this very sword, and for that reason they will follow your command.”

It was the sword of Isildur. The blade had been shattered when Isildur was face to face with Sauron, but as Lord Elrond held the sword Aragorn could see no evidence of this.

“How can this be?” Aragorn was stunned. “The blade was broken so many years ago.”

“Well, it is no longer broken, Aragorn,” Elrond said, “and it is ready to be used to end Sauron’s reign of evil.”

Lord Elrond handed the sheathed sword to Aragorn and stepped back a few paces. Aragorn, holding the sword with a light grip, looked deep into Lord Elrond’s eyes. There he found truth and reassurance. It was time. Aragorn, with the greatest of ease, pulled the sword from its leather encasement. The blade was perfect, solid, and it fit perfectly in his hand. Aragorn could hardly believe his eyes; he was holding the sword of Isildur; it was right in front of his face.

Elrond stepped nearer to Aragorn. “With this sword,” he spoke softly, “you will have the power to command all. Nearly all, at least. The Elves are leaving Middle-Earth. We are leaving for the Grey Havens soon.”

Aragorn nearly dropped the sword in his hands. “Leaving Middle-Earth? All of you? Why?”

“The time of the Elves is over, Aragorn,” said Elrond. “We will have no part to play in the future Middle-Earth. There will be nothing here for us.”

“Lord Elrond, there will always be a place for the Elves in Middle-Earth. I assure you.”

“Aragorn, there will always be a place for one Elf in your heart: Arwen. But I warn you, she is fading fast.” Aragorn searched Lord Elrond’s eyes for some meaning. “Her fate is now tied to that of the One ring. If Sauron succeeds in taking over Middle-Earth, she will die.

“Wha-What do you mean?”

“Arwen has chosen a mortal life...to be with you, Aragorn.”

Aragorn was overwhelmed. He knew now that all Legolas had said was true. He also knew that now there was even more on the line than before, not that the fate of Middle-Earth and all of its people wasn’t enough, but now his heart came in to play a larger part.

That night found Aragorn contemplating a new approach to the current situation. He knew that Frodo must get the Ring to Mount Doom; it must be destroyed. But what could he do here?

‘I’ve got to get away from this...just for a little while,’ Aragorn thought.

Aragorn dashed out of his tent and headed straight for the place by the water. He knew that if he could only be there for a few moments alone he could calm himself and formulate a new plan, but as luck would have it Aragorn would not be alone here this night. A figure moved in the darkness as he approached the clearing of the trees. It was Legolas. He stood now, his manner speckled with guilt.

“Legolas,” Aragorn began, “what are you doing here?”

“I-I know I shouldn’t have come,” Legolas stammered. “This is your place; I should have known you would come here. I’ll-I’ll just go.”

“No, no, it’s alright, really. I mean, it’s not as if I’ve claimed this bit of land as mine own. You’re free to come here as you like.” Aragorn placed a tender hand on Legolas’s shoulder.

Had there been sufficient light, the redness that came to Legolas’s skin would have been more evident. He was most thankful there wasn’t more light.

“Thank you, Aragorn,” Legolas said timidly. “It’s just, you were right about this place, it does help to clear my mind and helps me to relax. And, well, after earlier tonight, I needed a little peace.”

“Ah, myself as well, my friend,” Aragorn responded. “Here, come sit.” He patted a spot of ground near the water next to him.

Legolas eased his way over toward Aragorn and slowly sat down. He could feel the soft grass, already cool from the night air, under his clammy hands and the lapping water had started to moisten his boots. The night was cool with a gentle breeze. The stars were out, millions of them, and each one tried their hardest to assist Legolas in maintaining a professional train of thought. But every once in a while...he would drift off.

“And Lord Elrond has told me that Arwen has chosen a mortal life...and for me, no less,” Aragorn was telling of the events that had taken place in his tent. “And all of the Elves are sailing into the West in a few days. Will you go with them, Legolas?”

Snapping back to the present, “Uh, what?”

“Into the West? Will you go with the other Elves into the West?” Aragorn repeated.

“Oh,” Legolas paused, “they are my people. But I’ve swore to protect the Fellowship, until the very end of this ordeal. So, I will stay as long as Frodo fights to destroy the One Ring.”

“That comforts me marvelous much, Legolas,” Aragorn smiled as he put his arm around Legolas’s shoulders. “Oh, how it comforts me, but I am still greatly troubled. I fear nothing can put my mind at ease when I know my sweet Arwen is fading into the shadows. If only to feel her next to me once more, what I wouldn’t give. Ah, but you don’t want to hear me ramble on about my poor saddened heart, do you now?”

“No, no, Aragorn. I am here and you may confide in me what you wish. I shall never turn you away,” Legolas looked into Aragorn’s eyes as he tightly held his hand. “I will never abandon you,” he said softly, placing his light hands on Aragorn’s shoulders.

Aragorn could do nothing but lower his head in a bit of discomfort. Sensing this, Legolas instantly pulled his hands back to the grass. ‘Come on, control yourself a little,’ he thought. But this wasn’t easy.

“So, how do you think Frodo is doing?” Legolas asked.

“Honestly...”Aragorn began, “I don’t know. I mean, I’ve never heard of anyone, let alone a Hobbit doing anything to compare to what Frodo and Sam are doing. Have you?”

“No, not really,” answered Legolas. “Then again, he did have the courage to stand up in front of the entire councel and willingly take on this incredible burden for the sake of us all. That has to mean something.”

“Yes, yes, I suppose it does. And considering everyone there was at least twice his size.”

“Well, nearly everyone. We can’t forget about Gimli,” Legolas joked.

Aragorn joined in with a hearty laugh himself. It seemed as he was laughing, which lasted longer than you might think, he was letting all of his worries and troubles melt away. An enormous smile broke over his face as he calmed to a mere titter.

“Ah...” Aragorn sighed. “Thank you, Legolas. I needed that. Oh, it seemed for an instant that I was back in Rivendell with...” he broke off.

“Aragorn,” Legolas started. “Perhaps you have not noticed,” he paused, “but Lady Arwen and I,” pausing again, “are quite similar.” ‘What have I done?’

Aragorn was suddenly thrown into an utter state of confusion. He looked up at Legolas, brows furled, “What do you mean, Legolas?”

“What I mean is we are quite similar, Lady Arwen and I,” Legolas fidgeted.

“Yes, I heard you say that, but what are you saying?”

“What I’m saying is that perhaps I could help to make you feel like you were in Rivendell a little longer,” Legolas exhaled an eternity's worth of anxiety at that moment as he slowly met Aragorn’s eyes. Finally, it was out.

Still looking at Legolas, Aragorn’s mouth moved to form words, but his voice was caught in his throat. And he wasn’t even sure what those words would be. What could he say? He wasn't even entirely sure he understood Legolas. Naturally, there were a great deal of similarities between the two, both being Elves and all. The slightly tapered ears, the fair, porcelain skin, the long, lean frame, the heightened senses. When he really thought about it, Aragorn saw only a few difference: where Arwen was dark, meaning hair and eyes, Legolas was light; where Arwen featured soft, plump, round breasts, Legolas presented pure, firm, toned muscle; where Arwen bore a secret cave seemingly made to house none but him, Legolas boasted a hard, strong shaft of flesh and nerves. Therein lay the cause of his hesitation and mixed feelings. There was no doubt that he cared for Legolas, deeply even, but Legolas was a male, just as he was. Had his closest friend been a woman, many would believe him in love. But Legolas was not a woman. so wat did this mean? He loved Legolas as a friend, as a person; given the experience, could he love him physically? sexually? This was something that required much thought and consideration but Legolas was waiting for an answer. So he just let out a questioning sigh.

“Legolas, what do I say?”

Putting a finger to Aragorn’s lips, he answered, “You say nothing.”

Slowly, Legolas moved towards Aragorn. Closer and closer he came, his fingers gracing Aragorn’s cheek and cupping his perfect jaw line, until his lips touched Aragorn’s just ever so lightly. Coming out of the kiss he kept his eyes locked with Aragorn’s while his hand moved down to the buttons of Aragorn’s shirt where he slipped each one through its opening, taking his time. Once they had all be undone, Legolas grabbed the hem of the shirt and started to pull it up over Aragorn’s head revealing a most fit torso, chest, and arms. Kissing him once more, Legolas proceeded to gently lay Aragorn back on the grass. At that point he laid the upper part of himself on Aragorn and reinstated the touching of their lips. All while this was happening, Aragorn had begun to touch Legolas. His hands ran up his slim arms, over his shoulders and through his long, radiant hair until they crept up his neck to caress the pointed ears. From there, his touch became more urgent. He was grasping at the tunic that cover Legolas’s body, holding on tightly. Legolas had to pull his hands away to even move. He softly kissed Aragorn’s chest as he made his way down the path of slightly ruff tufts of hair that descended into the tight-fitting clothing that covered his perfectly chiseled lower half. As he was coming closer to the top of Aragorn’s trousers he began to undo all of the fastenings. When the last one was undone he raised his eyes to look at Aragorn’s face. It was calm and it seemed that a bit of a sweat had broken on his brow. Legolas smiled at this and returned to the matter at hand.

He was as nervous and overwhelmed by this as he imagined Aragorn to be. He never imagined this would ever happen and on tope of that, what if the reality couldn’t live up to the fantasy? Would that change his feelings for Aragorn? But here he was, his face no more than three inches from Aragorn’s penis. Should he really be doing this? After all, Aragorn never actually said he was okay with it. Then again, he never said he wasn’t either. Besides, all he was trying to do was help a friend out. That’s all, really.

So he continued. Sitting up, Legolas moved to Aragorn’s feet and removed his boots. Once the boots were gone and the ranger’s feet bare, his fingers danced over the tops from ankle to toe and down the underside. Aragorn exhaled a surprised laugh when nails gently scratched the soles of his feet, and Legolas smiled. He only wished he knew what he had done to deserve such good fortune. Before he got carried away in his excitement, he firmly reminded himself that tonight was for Aragorn and not him. True, he had been looking forward to this moment for an exceptional amount of time, but giving Aragorn pleasure and release would be all he’d need to feel sated.

Sliding his hands up Aragorn’s legs, Legolas lay himself between the man’s knees. He quickly untied the strings at the closure of Aragorn’s trousers but left the cloth in place. Instead he tucked his fingers into the waistband and eased them down; his eyes following the descending garment to take in each bit of flesh as it was revealed.

He saw first dark, glistening curls followed by moist, pink flesh. He paused a moment to take in the sight of Aragorn’s weeping cock, a wanton sigh escaping his lips. Knowing he had to get back to business, Legolas firmly shook himself and watched as the tanned skin of Aragorn’s legs was exposed. He slipped the pants over the man’s feet and dropped them aside. Aragorn now lay in all his glory.

Taking a deep breath, not wanting or even able to wait any longer to touch the inviting body sprawled before him, Legolas introduced the new situation by touching the area around and near Aragorn’s erect member, running his fingers through the bit of hair that covered his chest and torso, rubbing his tight thighs, and tracing the lines formed by his fit muscles. Then it was time. The moment was here and they were both clearly ready.

Legolas, a bit shaky, lifted his hand from Aragorn’s thigh and lightly grazed his penis. At the first touch Aragorn let out a tiny gasp and a small shudder. This only pushed Legolas on. He placed both hands on the stiff muscle and started to tease a bit. He was simply petting it, but the mere touch of his fingertips seemed nearly too much for Aragorn, so Legolas decided to move on. He leaned forward, his hot breath quickening, and ran his warm, wet tongue over the smooth surface. He did this many times before finally taking Aragorn into his watering mouth. His tongue lapped at the head of Aragorn’s penis, while his lips firmly, yet gently, clenched the loose skin on his shaft. His hands, in the meantime, pumped at the very base of the throbbing organ.

It seemed he was doing everything just right. This was evident from the low, soft groans escaping Aragorn’s lips that were barely audible to the ear of a man, but Legolas could hear them. And he liked what he heard. With every heavy breath Aragorn took Legolas was getting harder and harder. He soon began to feel an immense pressure down below, but he was determined to focus on Aragorn’s needs and not his own. He continued his tormenting rhythm until Aragorn was moaning and gasping for breath and his body was jerking uncontrollably.

Legolas was a tease. He quickly darted his tongue in and out of his mouth, licking and moistening Aragorn before taking the whole of him into his mouth. He started out slowly, firmly pressing with his wet lips down the whole length of Aragorn’s shaft and as he was coming back up it sucking fiercely on the head. This made Aragorn tighten all kinds of muscles all over his body, including the one occupying Legolas’s mouth. It was amazing how he could do that. Sometimes, just to have a little fun, Legolas would bite the very tip of Aragorn’s penis just as he was coming off of it. Aragorn liked that, too. Every time this happened a low growl would come from him.

Legolas was determined to give this man the most mind-numbing pleasure he’d ever had. Well, for now anyway. He pulled and sucked and bit like never before. Aragorn’s fists were pounding the ground harder and harder as he got closer and closer and all of that just made Legolas go faster and harder. On the last trip down the shaft Legolas stayed at the base a little longer than he previously had. He seemed to be pulling the hot, sticky juice right out of Aragorn’s body. As his mouth came off of it, a small drop of the liquid trickled on his tongue. The rest followed with his vindictive hand; a few jerks later a river of hot cum was shooting out of Aragorn onto Legolas’s waiting tongue and down his swallowing throat. Once he’d swallowed it all, he leaned down again to lick Aragorn completely clean and to make sure he hadn’t missed any of the precious liquid; he’d never tasted anything so delicious.

As Aragorn settled and his breathing became slightly regular, Legolas let the softening muscle slip from his lips with a wet ‘pop’. He sat back on his heels and waited to hear what Aragorn would say, if he would say anything at all.

“Well, Legolas,” Aragorn began, still laying on the ground, “it seems that our little tryst has proven most successful.” He smiled widely at Legolas. “I am most pleased and relaxed. Thank you.”

“You are welcome, Aragorn,” Legolas replied humbly. “Anytime,” he gave a wink.

Aragorn got to his feet and pulled Legolas up as well. He brought their bodies close, holding the Elf for a moment before kissing him with a passion that was near urgency. He felt the difference in Legolas’s lips from their earlier kiss; his lips seemed fuller and swollen, they reminded Aragorn of Arwen’s lips. The difference was the taste: he’d never tasted himself on anyone’s lips and the experience was so erotic he could feel stirrings low in his body. There was something else there as well, something he knew to be uniquely Legolas Greenleaf and he knew he’d yearn for that taste again. And soon.

“Well, I think I’m going to go wash off in the water and then head back to camp,” he said, forcing himself to break the kiss. “See you there?”

Legolas, reeling from the need of the kiss, nodded, “Sure.”

Aragorn dove into the cool water, sinking and rising a few times before he got back out and dressed. After he was back in his clothes he stood there a moment looking around.

“Thanks again, Legolas,” he said.

Legolas smiled. When he was sure Aragorn was far enough away he jumped up, ran to the edge of the water and jumped in. He excitedly swam around in the water, splashing and kicking like a small child would. He then climbed out of the water, dressed, and with a tremendous smile on his face, headed back to camp.

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THE END

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