A/N: I'm sorry, I've just had this thought with me for a while. Forgive me, please, for what I've done.


"That is no mere Ranger!"

~*~ Two Hours Earlier ~*~

His legs were wrapped around the man's waist, naked back pressed into the tree. And the thrusting, pounding, driving. Backs arching, muscles tightening. Gasping for breath and moaning, crying out again and again. Blonde hair against brown tree trunk, tanned skin pressing against pale porcelain. Stubble against smooth skin. Moaning. Lips against a pointed ear.

"Aragorn!"

~*~ Present ~*~

"TRUST me," Legolas whispered to the elf sitting beside him. "That is DEFINATELY no mere Ranger."