Disclaimer: Not mine. I've never claimed it to be mine.
Warning: sex
Aragorn rode at a gallop, racing to get back to Rivendell. Whether he was going at such a fast pace to reach Legolas or Arwen, even he did not know half the time. His mind was in turmoil whenever he thought of either of them, but he knew who his duty lay with, all of the time. And that meant he would be going to Arwen. Very well.
He unsaddled his horse and sorted him out carefully first, grateful that he had ridden home so quickly, before trotting towards Arwen's rooms. Impatience and excitement mingled as he made his way there. Even two days seemed too long to wait between seeing her, it really did. It was as if he was addicted to her, and he could not stop going back for more.
Almost skidding, he made it into the hallway that held her rooms, and entered her lounge, which was unlocked. It was always very quiet in Rivendell in general, but particularly in Arwen's corridor. And yet, strangely, it was not silent today. He had no elvish hearing, but he could hear sounds… Grunts, thumps of a mattress, and a stifled female scream that was far too familiar…
Against his own will, he crept forwards to the door to her bedroom, which had been left open a crack, and one glance was all it took. Arwen, with another man. And she was hardly struggling. And then words that brought Aragorn's world crashing down, words cried out in the throes of passion, gasped; "I love you."
She had said those words to him not even a year ago, and he had been the one to say them first. Not her. Aragorn almost fell to his knees, as the walls of his mind crumbled. A spell, broken. She had never loved him, she had used him, she was as power-hungry as they had said. He had heard the whispers, but he had ignored them. She had lied, and… he had to get out, he had to run, to get away from that… Enchantress.
000
Had he been human, Erestor would have been knocked to his feet by Aragorn as he dashed past. As it was, his elvish abilities and his lover steadied him, and he whipped around in time to see Aragorn disappearing into the snow covered forest.
"Was that Aragorn?" asked Glorfindel, "Almost running you over?"
"I believe it was. He looked…" For a moment he had to struggle for the word, and then it hit him, "Distraught."
Glorfindel hesitated for just a second, and then spun on his heel. "We ought to find Legolas."
"Not ought to," Erestor said, picking up the pace, "Need to."
000
Legolas was sitting quite comfortably reading on his bed when Erestor and Glorfindel burst in, shouting.
"Aragorn…"
"Needs you…"
"Distraught…"
"Who else…?"
"Whoa my friends," Legolas called over them, "Calm down at tell me what is going on."
Frantically, still talking over the top of each other, Erestor and Glorfindel explained what they had seen. They knew that as every second passed, Aragorn would be getting further and further into the woods.
"So you see," Erestor finished, "You have to go and find him."
Legolas picked up the book which had fallen from his hands, and simply said, "No." At Erestor and Glorfindel's outraged exclamations, he sighed and explained, "I have picked up the pieces of that human far too many times. If he wants to involve himself with Arwen there are going to be tears, and I am not going to be the one to pull him out of that, not when he is just going to rush back to her. If he is upset she can sort him out. He is her lover."
Glorfindel gasped, "What are you thinking Legolas? This is Aragorn, your Aragorn."
"No, he is not my Aragorn, he is Arwen's Aragorn. I have given up, I have said that before," Legolas stated, crossing his arms. If they knew how much it hurt him to say no… but it was best. He could not just be led along by a stolen kiss in a hall. "He will go and find his Arwen and all will be better."
Without warning, a punch landed on Legolas' cheek, and when, a hand over the site of pain, Legolas looked up, he saw Glorfindel holding Erestor back, but gazing at him with both shock and awe. "What was that for?" asked Legolas.
"For being a fool," Erestor growled, "It is Aragorn's job to be an idiot, not yours. You are much older and therefore should be much wiser." He exhaled deeply and then added, "Glorfindel, love, I am not going to hurt him again, he just needed to snap out of this idiocy. Let me go."
"No," Glorfindel said, eyeing him warily. "Not until your heart rate has returned to normal. And that is not call for you to hurt me. This is just me trying to protect Legolas."
But Legolas was unfolding himself, and placed his book back on the bed. "You are right."
"See?" Erestor exclaimed to his lover, but then to Legolas he urged, "Go. Fast, run. I do not know how far he will have got."
"I am gone," Legolas ran from the room.
Erestor and Glorfindel stood, rooted in place, until the Advisor sighed, "Glorfindel you can let me go now. I can not help feeling that they may be wanting to use this room, and we really do not want to be in the same place as them if that happens."
000
Legolas raced down hallways, wound through elves, and pounded through the paths of the forest. He did not know which way Aragorn had gone at all, but he found himself being drawn towards a spot. Somehow, he just knew that he would find Aragorn if he kept on running, and then…
There he was, hunched into a ball in the snow. At first Legolas thought he was shivering from cold, but after a second of staring, he realised that the tremors running through the human's body were sobs. His heart ached to wrap his arms around the human, but he did not want to spook him. Instead, he knelt down next to him, and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
At the touch, Aragorn started, but when he saw who it was, tears spilt anew from the molten silver eyes.
"What happened to no tears?" murmured Legolas, and without warning, he found himself with arms full of Aragorn. Rocking the crying human gently, he stroked the soft hair, and waited from him to calm down.
It took only a few moments of him holding the human for the sobs began to slow, and Aragorn choked, "I have been terrible to you. You have done nothing but love me, and I had the nerve to resent you when you said you were giving up, but why should you continue loving when I have been nothing but cruel to you."
"Wait, wait," Legolas said, "Slow down, calm down, and try and breathe in the process." He ran the back of his hand down the human's cheek, wiping away the tears, but Aragorn caught that hand in his.
"Please Legolas, let me say this," Aragorn said desperately. "I need to, and then you can hit me or hate me or ignore me or anything, just let me say it. It is just… I have known for a time already that I do have a love for you. But it was like there was an enchantment on me and whenever I thought of you, I felt guilty and my mind went back to Arwen. But you were right, I did not know her, or her intentions, or if her love was true. She went to no lengths to secure my love for her, as you did, and she barely ever brought it up again, or repeated it. And then, I found her with someone else, and I knew that you were right and I was wrong, but… it hurts, and it is dark in a world without someone to love you, and I know that you have given up on me, but maybe, just maybe, you could find the love again. Because I am dark and I am cold and I need someone to save me from that." He was panting by the time he finished, and Legolas sighed.
"You want me to save you? To hold you and to tell you that everything will be alright when you feel that nothing will ever be alright again? You want me to love you, when at any moment you could fall again and go back to her? Because many have," He drew away, letting go of Aragorn.
"No, I need you to do those things in the full knowledge that I will never go back to Arwen. I swear to you. And if I am even tempted to, I need you to pull me out of it, to save me form her, and to save me from myself," whispered Aragorn, in such a low tone that Legolas had to move forwards to hear his words properly.
Legolas stared into Aragorn's silver eyes for a long moment, and found nothing but honesty and pain in his eyes. Whatever Aragorn said about solutions for the future, he was not over Arwen's betrayal. Legolas still loved him, however much he had tried to convince himself otherwise, and hated the pain he was in because of that… bitch. He would make it better for him.
Gently, he moved forwards, and kissed the human. Aragorn almost began to cry again at the sweetness and tenderness in the kiss. Twisting his hand into the human's hair, Legolas kissed him, again and again, putting everything he felt into them, showing Aragorn how much he cared for him, and how much he loved him.
When he drew away, leaving Aragorn gasping, for more, not just for oxygen, he asked, "What were you thinking when I kissed you?" He wanted to know if Aragorn had been thinking of Arwen whilst he had been kissing him and he would know if he lied.
"I was not thinking of anything, I was… intoxicated. You filled every finch of my mind," Aragorn confessed, almost urgently. "And I want more of that, please. Your kisses are… dazzling." He shivered.
"You are freezing and wet and overly emotional," sighed Legolas, standing up, however secretly pleased he was that he had that effect on Aragorn, knowing that there was no lie. "Come on, mellon nin. We can continue this discussion inside." He stood, and offered a hand.
"Arwen is inside," said Aragorn with a shudder, though he took the elf's hand.
"She is not going to be in my bedroom," Legolas said, rolling his eyes. Normally he would have let go of Aragorn's hand, but not this time. This time he was going to lead the human home.
000
Aragorn watched in confusion as Legolas flitted around the bedroom, sorting out little, pointless bits around the room. He could see him being overtaken by nerves, and called, "Calm down Legolas." The elf turned slowly and Aragorn gazed at him. He cut a solemn figure, pale, with his creamy gold hair, dressed in dark cloth. "You are making me nervous."
With a groan, Legolas dropped down onto the bed next to Aragorn and lay flat on his back. "I am nervous, I do not know what to do, I do not know what you want from me."
Plainly, Aragorn said, "I want you to hold me."
That Legolas could do. He opened his arms, and Aragorn nestled into the hold. Trailing his fingers through Aragorn's hair, Legolas asked, "What do you want me to do now?"
"You twist so that we are more comfortable," Aragorn said, and Legolas obeyed so that they were lying properly, "And you hold me until I fall asleep, and then, when I wake up you tell me that you love me and then you make love to me until I scream you name to the stars."
Legolas could not restrain a snort. "You have not been fantasizing about this at all, have you Aragorn?"
Moving a hand to cover his mouth as he laughed, Aragorn said, "I may have done. Indeed, once when I was inside Arwen in fact."
The humour failed, and Legolas turned cold. "I do not want to think about that. I refuse to have any mentions of that whore whilst in my bed. If you love me, then you can never do that again."
"I am sorry," Aragorn pressed a kiss to Legolas' pale neck. "I did not mean to upset you. I will never mention… that again. I want to forget it all, though I know that I will have to confront it. But I want to move on, to move away, to you. It was an enchantment, nothing more, and I want you. The love you barely stopped showing, the passion I see you putting into so many things, that you could put into a relationship I know, and your beauty and your kindness."
"What happened to not mentioning this?" Legolas grumbled.
"Forgive me, I am sorry," Aragorn sighed, nuzzling into Legolas' side. "Make me forget about everything. You slowed my thinking with your kisses, so eradicate it. Make love to me, please, clear my mind."
There was a long, tense pause, before Legolas said, "No."
Disappointment flooded Aragorn and he stammered, "Why? Why will you not?"
Legolas slipped out from under Aragorn's head, and he moved over to lie on top of Aragorn, gazing down at him whilst leaning on his elbows. "You do not want to make love, you want sex to make you forget. You need to learn about me and discover the reasons of love."
"I have just stated why I love you," exclaimed Aragorn, slightly incredulous. "And I know that it is you and only you who can bring me that. I feel that vividly, everything has become clear to me."
"Are you sure?" Legolas cautiously asked. "I do not want to take advantage of your emotional situation. You may well regret it afterwards."
Stubbornly, Aragorn said, "I will not. In my mind, there is no way to prove our love more than this joining, truly I do not. Can we not just prove this once and for all? Love me, I know already that I love you, and I have no doubt that we would be good together. Our three kisses already indicate this."
Still slightly hesitant, Legolas agreed, "Alright, we will do this, bud do not resent me if this goes wrong."
Aragorn snorted, "I doubt you are that bad at making love."
The tension in the room dissolved, particularly when Aragorn moved a hand down to the elf's crotch, and Legolas met the human's eyes. The familiar flame of love for Aragorn, which he had been keeping down for the past two months, spiked back up. The desire overwhelmed him, and he lowered his lips down onto Aragorn's as he kissed the human until both their sets of lips were numb. Aragorn kept pulling him back for more.
"Are we going to kiss all day or are you going to actually make love to me?" demanded Aragorn, "Not that I mind the kisses."
"You kept bring me back, not the other way around. Now hush," Legolas murmured, but, lips barely moving from Aragorn's as he began to remove Aragorn's tunic, and then his shirt. When his had moved down to the lacings of Aragorn's leggings, Legolas hesitated once more. Moving his lips an inch away, pressing back against the hand that was threaded into his hair, he asked, "Are you sure?"
"How many more times must I say yes?" sighed Aragorn.
"I am glad you said that, because I was not planning on stopping." Grinning, he continued with his work.
Soon both bodies were pressed against each other, stripping naked, and the breaths each drew were starting to become heavy. Legolas only wore his pendant, Aragorn wore nothing. Erections rubbed against each other. Aragorn would frequently arch his hips to increase the delicious friction of the two throbbing members, as Legolas ground down against his. All the while, Legolas was scattering kisses over golden skin.
Until, eventually, Aragorn said, "This is not fair. You are doing all the work, and you ought to be saving your energy for later. Let me bring you pleasure."
Legolas was not going to disagree. He swapped places with Aragorn, lying on his back on the soft furs, and Aragorn set about 'bringing him pleasure'. And by the Valar was he good. Nibbling on his sensitive ears, sucking on his neck, kisses on his chest, licking the way down his stomach… Aragorn coaxed out mewls and moans that even Legolas had never heard himself make.
Ever so slowly, Aragorn drove him insane with his ministrations, and he had not even touched his erection. It seemed to take hours, beautiful, torturous hours, and maybe it did, until Aragorn turned his exquisitely talented mouth to Legolas' elfhood. And when he did, fire struck through Legolas, making him arch upwards with a keening cry.
Aragorn obeyed the incoherent instruction, and continued to explore Legolas' elfhood, finding places that brought ecstasy which no one else had ever found. It was perfection, until Aragorn drew his mouth away. At the loss, Legolas could not restrain a mew of disappointment but then Aragorn growled, "I am ready, and I know you are too. I want you to make love to me."
"You have never been loved by another man, have you love?" Legolas asked, his voice smoky. When Aragorn shook his head, Legolas gently said, "It will hurt, your first time, but I will be gentle. I would never want to hurt you."
All Aragorn said was, "I trust you." He gazed into Legolas' eyes with absolute confidence Legolas would care for him. Legolas would not disappoint him, and wanted Aragorn to be able to see him.
So, pulling a vial of oil from his drawer, he instructed, "Put your legs up here, on my shoulders." He positioned them right, so that Aragorn's entrance was turned up towards him. After a moment's thought, he placed pillows under Aragorn to make him the correct height and more comfortable. Then, he slicked his fingers in oil, and asked, "Are you ready?" Aragorn just nodded, and, as carefully and as slowly as he could, Legolas inserted a finger into Aragorn's tight entrance. A whimper escaped Aragorn's lips at the intrusion, but Legolas was above him, caring, sweet Legolas, and he knew that it was alright. Aragorn had clenched around Legolas' finger, and the elf murmured, "My love, relax. It will hurt more if you are tense."
It took a moment of steady breathing, but then Aragorn relaxed and allowed Legolas to enter a second digit. This time he cried out, and Legolas froze. "We should not do this. You are hurting too much."
"No, no, I just was not expecting it," Aragorn said, "Go on."
Legolas did not listen wholly and, though he kept his fingers inside the human, he bent to kiss him instead. Delicately scissoring his fingers to stretch Aragorn, he continued to kiss him, occasionally eliciting a gasp when he nibbled on Aragorn's lip. After a few minutes, Legolas' erection throbbed, reminding him that Aragorn wanted hi to continue and so, still plastering Aragorn with kisses, he removed his fingers.
Seconds later, Aragorn moaned as something much larger and much harder entered him, and then withdrew, gently entered him slightly further in and pulled back. With each careful entrance, Legolas would groan softly, and Aragorn would try not to express the pain, until, many gentle thrusts later, something Aragorn had never felt before flooded through him. And a moment later, the same sensation. Again and again, Legolas trust against that bundle of nerves which set fire to every other nerve in his body.
The cry that escaped him this time was one of pleasure, not pain, time after time. Pressure and heat and pure sensation built inside him, until Aragorn was weeping brokenly, "I love you, Legolas I love you."
In that moment, Legolas felt anew that he and Aragorn were made for each other. He filled Aragorn so totally, and it was clear that the emotion was mutual. He would never protest against Aragorn's love for him again. From that moment on, in his mind, they were together, a couple, partners, lovers.
He bent down to murmur, "I love you too. You are my only love, forever."
And like that, staring into each other's eyes, Legolas and Aragorn came at the same moment. They rode high, cresting the waves of pleasure together, screaming each other's name, until they floated back to earth. Twining into each other's arms, both safe in the unspoken knowledge that they were beloveds, they fell asleep.
A/N: So there we are. At last you may think.