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A/N: A very short ficlet about the night before Aragon's wedding to Arwen. Not exactly staying in tune with the book and or movie but I just felt like writing it. Very mild slash, but please do read.
Under Pressure By Me.
Aragorn shivered slightly as Legolas' arms slide around him. His nose was inches from his own and he could feel the solid touch of his torso against him.
"Ok, you alright"? Asked Legolas, his voice was calm and serene in the soft nighttime air.
"Ye-eah" stammered Aragorn, truth was he'd never done this before, his heart was in his stomach, joined by the butterflies and the endearing stammer to his voice was not a show.
"Ok, remember though, you asked for it, now, move with me"
Aragorn unconsciously held onto Legolas' hand more tightly.
"Relax, its a lot easier if you relax" sniggered the amused elf.
Aragorn managed a shuddery sigh of consent.
"Now relax, look up at me, eyes always on me, smile and move, sway your hips" came the calm but commanding voice of Legolas.
Aragorn who for all his height still had to raise his eyes to meet the blonde beauties gaze nodded dumbly and looked up grimly.
"Stop stop! You're looking at me like its torture! This is meant to be bliss its like floating in heaven, now look at me with love in your eyes" ordered Legolas.
Aragorn exhaled heavily and broke away from the loose but firm embrace of Legolas.
"Its alit harder for me then it is for you!" he moaned throughing up his hands in despair.
Legolas stood regarding him cynically "May I remind you that you are the one who asked me to assist you. . .in this" he said a perfect eyebrow raised amused at the once rangers desperate look.
"And no one appreciates it more then me! I just. . . its hard for me, it's the first time, I want it to be perfect" Aragorn sighed "Ok, lets try again.
Legolas threw his eyes to the skies and smiled amiably "Ok, arm around my waist". Aragorn slide his arm around the slender body uncertainly and let his hand be clasped by a strange hand and be brought into position.
"Remember, look at me"
Aragorn nodded again dumble, the bolt of electricity that had shot up his hand before now made his body tremble.
Legolas paused for a second "Aragorn. . .it will give a bad impression if you begin to tremble before you even begin".
Aragorn winced and flushed "Yeah, I know, uh. . .lets keep going"
"Look in my eyes"
Aragorn looked up and was met by unblinking blue eyes. His breath caught in his throat.
"Good"
"What now?"
"Pull me closer"
Aragorn hesitated only a second before gently and unsteadily pulling the blonde figure in front of him closer to his body.
"That's it, keep looking at me, good, now move your hips, sway"
Aragorn swallowed and gently began to sway his hips his arm around the elves back leading him gently holding him close.
A smile broke out on Legolas' face "that's it! Good!"
Aragorn let out a horse laugh as he continues the soft movement holding Legolas strong body to him all the time.
Grinning Legolas pulled away "Ok, you've got the basics, now we'll do more movement it's more intimate you think you're ready?"
Aragorn looked at him "I'll have to be".
"Good, now come on take me in your arms"
Aragorn had to hide a smile at the request but reached out and drew the sublime figure of Legolas to him, his hand slide around his back still unsteady, still uncertain but content to be there. His hand slipped into Legolas' and intertwined the fingers.
A small shuddering sigh escaped Legolas' lips as he was guided over to Aragorn.
Aragorn flustered looked away.
"Now move"
Slowly his arms around the blonde elf, whose arms in turn were placed gently around his back and shoulders, Aragorn began to move, holding Legolas tight he looked into his eyes and moved his hips in the rhythm he had been taught.
"That's good, keep going now take me around, keep looking at me"
Aragorn fixed his gaze on those blue eyes like crystals and felt the pounding in his heart once again.
Slowly, his hand burning where it touched Legolas' body, his head swirling he guided Legolas in a small circle not an inch between them.
Every so often unsure of himself he looked down or around to assure himself and on looking back up was meet with the fixed blue gaze of the Elvin prince, the gaze that penetrated him, unwavering in its stare.
"You're staring"
Legolas blinked and smiled " Am sorry. . . I got lost in your-careful you nearly went wrong there"
Aragorn felt that pounding again in his heart, in his chest, his hand that was clasped in Legolas' burned and sent jolts into his body.
"Let it go freely, like that good, hold me tighter, you love me remember, lead me"
Aragorn breath was now coming in short quite gasps as he moved freely as instructed. Looking at Legolas he noticed the slight crease in his brow the small tremble in his lower lip.
"Now who's trembling"?
Legolas laughed but averted his gaze.
"Step step step, hold me tighter, look at me, step step step, turn, move your hips"
Aragorn followed the instructions but found himself thinking of the smooth strong masculine body that now was in his arms. He felt the heat on the back of his neck and at the tip of his fingertips.
"Your doing brilliantly" Smiled Legolas, his voice was tinged with something though, something Aragorn couldn't place.
"Am terrified"
"You have no reason to be, you'll be ready before the night is done and Arwen shall have her King in shinning armour to woo and dance with her"
Aragorn felt himself freeze inwardly; it came down on his like rocks he heard the strain in Legolas' voice.
"Legolas. . . that's not the reason am terrified"
Silence, only the steady movement of their bodies moving together in the dance that Aragorn would have to dance with Arwen tomorrow morning at their wedding.
"You don't know why your terrified King of Gondor" was the terse reply.
"I do" insisted Aragorn firmly, his eyes closed, he couldn't bring himself to look at the elf in front of him, who's eyes had touched him so much.
"Push down on me"
Aragorn near the point of grabbing Legolas and shaking him followed the order and guided Legolas slowly in the dance of love. The dance Arwen had so ardently desired for he wedding day.
"Remember you're in charge, you're leading, look at me Aragorn"
Aragorn tightened his grip on the strong arms around him and looked up into his eyes.
"What can I do Legolas? What can I do but look at you?"
Legolas' eyes shimmered, his lips were pursed together tightly as if he was afraid of what he might say, "You don't know what you're saying Aragorn" he breathed finally.
"How do you know?"
Legolas licked his lips furiously, his eyes looking more and more agitated.
"Aragorn please, stop. . . I can't. . ."
"Can't what Legolas?"
"Aragorn. . . "
"Legolas"
"Your wedding is tomorrow, you can't do this to Arwen, to me or to yourself"
Aragorn drew in a shuddering breath and looked away desperately, it was too late now, no turning back.
"Aragorn. . . " "What"
"Look at me"
Aragorn turned and looked at him for the millionth time, but he never was sorry for it. The crystal eyes, the fair angelic face only looked back at him with love, and maybe a bit of pity.
And suddenly before he could even comprehend it those soft pink lips touched his, just brushed his, a butterfly kiss and then it was gone.
Aragorn stood still, his mouth slightly parted his eyes half closed.
"Do you know why you're terrified King of Gondor?" asked the blonde vision in front of him.
"Perhaps" whispered Aragorn, slowly raising his hand to gently touch the spot where Legolas had so softly kissed him.
Smiling Legolas turned and walked away silently leaving the lone ranger, soon to be king in his wake.
"Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps".
That's is all! Thank you for your time and reviews!
A/N: A very short ficlet about the night before Aragon's wedding to Arwen. Not exactly staying in tune with the book and or movie but I just felt like writing it. Very mild slash, but please do read.
Under Pressure By Me.
Aragorn shivered slightly as Legolas' arms slide around him. His nose was inches from his own and he could feel the solid touch of his torso against him.
"Ok, you alright"? Asked Legolas, his voice was calm and serene in the soft nighttime air.
"Ye-eah" stammered Aragorn, truth was he'd never done this before, his heart was in his stomach, joined by the butterflies and the endearing stammer to his voice was not a show.
"Ok, remember though, you asked for it, now, move with me"
Aragorn unconsciously held onto Legolas' hand more tightly.
"Relax, its a lot easier if you relax" sniggered the amused elf.
Aragorn managed a shuddery sigh of consent.
"Now relax, look up at me, eyes always on me, smile and move, sway your hips" came the calm but commanding voice of Legolas.
Aragorn who for all his height still had to raise his eyes to meet the blonde beauties gaze nodded dumbly and looked up grimly.
"Stop stop! You're looking at me like its torture! This is meant to be bliss its like floating in heaven, now look at me with love in your eyes" ordered Legolas.
Aragorn exhaled heavily and broke away from the loose but firm embrace of Legolas.
"Its alit harder for me then it is for you!" he moaned throughing up his hands in despair.
Legolas stood regarding him cynically "May I remind you that you are the one who asked me to assist you. . .in this" he said a perfect eyebrow raised amused at the once rangers desperate look.
"And no one appreciates it more then me! I just. . . its hard for me, it's the first time, I want it to be perfect" Aragorn sighed "Ok, lets try again.
Legolas threw his eyes to the skies and smiled amiably "Ok, arm around my waist". Aragorn slide his arm around the slender body uncertainly and let his hand be clasped by a strange hand and be brought into position.
"Remember, look at me"
Aragorn nodded again dumble, the bolt of electricity that had shot up his hand before now made his body tremble.
Legolas paused for a second "Aragorn. . .it will give a bad impression if you begin to tremble before you even begin".
Aragorn winced and flushed "Yeah, I know, uh. . .lets keep going"
"Look in my eyes"
Aragorn looked up and was met by unblinking blue eyes. His breath caught in his throat.
"Good"
"What now?"
"Pull me closer"
Aragorn hesitated only a second before gently and unsteadily pulling the blonde figure in front of him closer to his body.
"That's it, keep looking at me, good, now move your hips, sway"
Aragorn swallowed and gently began to sway his hips his arm around the elves back leading him gently holding him close.
A smile broke out on Legolas' face "that's it! Good!"
Aragorn let out a horse laugh as he continues the soft movement holding Legolas strong body to him all the time.
Grinning Legolas pulled away "Ok, you've got the basics, now we'll do more movement it's more intimate you think you're ready?"
Aragorn looked at him "I'll have to be".
"Good, now come on take me in your arms"
Aragorn had to hide a smile at the request but reached out and drew the sublime figure of Legolas to him, his hand slide around his back still unsteady, still uncertain but content to be there. His hand slipped into Legolas' and intertwined the fingers.
A small shuddering sigh escaped Legolas' lips as he was guided over to Aragorn.
Aragorn flustered looked away.
"Now move"
Slowly his arms around the blonde elf, whose arms in turn were placed gently around his back and shoulders, Aragorn began to move, holding Legolas tight he looked into his eyes and moved his hips in the rhythm he had been taught.
"That's good, keep going now take me around, keep looking at me"
Aragorn fixed his gaze on those blue eyes like crystals and felt the pounding in his heart once again.
Slowly, his hand burning where it touched Legolas' body, his head swirling he guided Legolas in a small circle not an inch between them.
Every so often unsure of himself he looked down or around to assure himself and on looking back up was meet with the fixed blue gaze of the Elvin prince, the gaze that penetrated him, unwavering in its stare.
"You're staring"
Legolas blinked and smiled " Am sorry. . . I got lost in your-careful you nearly went wrong there"
Aragorn felt that pounding again in his heart, in his chest, his hand that was clasped in Legolas' burned and sent jolts into his body.
"Let it go freely, like that good, hold me tighter, you love me remember, lead me"
Aragorn breath was now coming in short quite gasps as he moved freely as instructed. Looking at Legolas he noticed the slight crease in his brow the small tremble in his lower lip.
"Now who's trembling"?
Legolas laughed but averted his gaze.
"Step step step, hold me tighter, look at me, step step step, turn, move your hips"
Aragorn followed the instructions but found himself thinking of the smooth strong masculine body that now was in his arms. He felt the heat on the back of his neck and at the tip of his fingertips.
"Your doing brilliantly" Smiled Legolas, his voice was tinged with something though, something Aragorn couldn't place.
"Am terrified"
"You have no reason to be, you'll be ready before the night is done and Arwen shall have her King in shinning armour to woo and dance with her"
Aragorn felt himself freeze inwardly; it came down on his like rocks he heard the strain in Legolas' voice.
"Legolas. . . that's not the reason am terrified"
Silence, only the steady movement of their bodies moving together in the dance that Aragorn would have to dance with Arwen tomorrow morning at their wedding.
"You don't know why your terrified King of Gondor" was the terse reply.
"I do" insisted Aragorn firmly, his eyes closed, he couldn't bring himself to look at the elf in front of him, who's eyes had touched him so much.
"Push down on me"
Aragorn near the point of grabbing Legolas and shaking him followed the order and guided Legolas slowly in the dance of love. The dance Arwen had so ardently desired for he wedding day.
"Remember you're in charge, you're leading, look at me Aragorn"
Aragorn tightened his grip on the strong arms around him and looked up into his eyes.
"What can I do Legolas? What can I do but look at you?"
Legolas' eyes shimmered, his lips were pursed together tightly as if he was afraid of what he might say, "You don't know what you're saying Aragorn" he breathed finally.
"How do you know?"
Legolas licked his lips furiously, his eyes looking more and more agitated.
"Aragorn please, stop. . . I can't. . ."
"Can't what Legolas?"
"Aragorn. . . "
"Legolas"
"Your wedding is tomorrow, you can't do this to Arwen, to me or to yourself"
Aragorn drew in a shuddering breath and looked away desperately, it was too late now, no turning back.
"Aragorn. . . " "What"
"Look at me"
Aragorn turned and looked at him for the millionth time, but he never was sorry for it. The crystal eyes, the fair angelic face only looked back at him with love, and maybe a bit of pity.
And suddenly before he could even comprehend it those soft pink lips touched his, just brushed his, a butterfly kiss and then it was gone.
Aragorn stood still, his mouth slightly parted his eyes half closed.
"Do you know why you're terrified King of Gondor?" asked the blonde vision in front of him.
"Perhaps" whispered Aragorn, slowly raising his hand to gently touch the spot where Legolas had so softly kissed him.
Smiling Legolas turned and walked away silently leaving the lone ranger, soon to be king in his wake.
"Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps".
That's is all! Thank you for your time and reviews!