Far Longer Than Forever by: Artemis Goddess16
A/N: ok this is a departure from my usual genre I guess but, I was urged to write this by my friends and hopefully they will enjoy it. Constructive criticism is welcomed however flames are not appreciated and will most likely result in more stories with the same things you complain about. I hope all of you like this and review well kiss, kiss loves, bye
Ch.1 Scandalous affairs
Legolas heard the clumsy stumbling of feet near his head as Boromir, in what he thought was a quiet manner, departed the camp and slipped into the woods. Mere seconds later he more felt than heard Aragorn's quiet tread over the fallen leaves. As soon as he sensed the men had wandered a safe distance away the elf slit his eyes open and gazed at the stars. By their position he gauged that it was a few hours before dawn. This was of course plenty of time for Aragorn and Boromir to once again commit their scandalous affair in the shelter of Darkness. Legolas had ignored and endured the couple for their many long weeks of travel, but it was really starting to grind his patience thin.
The worst shock had been the first when he had followed them the initial night of the journey by keeping well hidden in shrubs and bushes. Legolas had started to just believe that Aragorn and Boromir where plotting against the fellowship and intending to take the ring to Gondor instead of Mordor. However when he saw the two take hands the elf's suspicion arose.
When he saw Aragorn look into Boromir's eyes, it was not a look of plot and treachery but more a softness and gentle care never before exhibited in the Ranger's eyes. Boromir's eyes too became supple and the two shared what seemed like a very intoxicating kiss.
Looking back on it now he probably should have left then and just stayed away but somehow his feet could not have been persuaded to move. The elf had watched events escalate, the increase of breath, shedding of garments, the sweet words that undoubtedly would never be mentioned in the morning, and then that look. Legolas had witnessed the look on Aragon's face as the man's commanding hips time and time again thrust into Boromir's tender flesh; it had been one of sheer pleasure. Sinfully, in that one moment the elf loathed Boromir with an untold passion, the elf wickedly wished to exchange places with him. Instead of that vile treacherous man to be under Aragorn, he desperately wanted to be the one being driven in to. Then of course all too soon then men reached the apex of all sensuality and it all was over.
Legolas had then swiftly run, almost scampering back to the campsite as the couple redressed and leisurely made their way back to the camp. He hid his pleasure from them by turning on to his side in the bedroll, waiting until they were soundly asleep to revel in a secret fantasy that had never been thought of before and had continuously plagued his mind since.