AN: Another sex scene here, from the 1st # to the 2nd #


Frodo woke to a hand on his shoulder, sitting up. A hand clamped around his mouth.

"Apologies," Faramir whispered. "You need to come with me. I'll be outside."

He released Frodo and left the tent. Frodo lied back down and glared at the canopy above him.

Why can't it wait till morning? He thought before getting up. He kissed Legolas' shoulder and promised to return soon. He dressed and tucked the ring into his tunic and met Faramir at the tent entrance.

"What is it?"

Faramir led him to a water fall. It shone silver and black in the moonlight. In the center was a rock. A figure broke the water surface, gurgling a song and slapping a fish against the rock.

"Any who enter the forbidden pool are put to death at sight."

"Even when they are ignorant?" Frodo asked. "I know that creature. He most likely saw a pool with something to eat from. He would not know it was forbidden. Neither would I have known. Think on that next time. Let me go down to him. He is not to be harmed."

"Very well," Faramir said.

Frodo slipped past him and climbed down. "Gollum," he called. Gollum turned to him. "We have to go."

"Now?" Gollum asked, glaring at him.

"Yes, now. There are Men here waiting to kill you if you don't get out of the water immediately. You can take the fish with us."

Gollum looked around, searching for the Men Frodo mentioned. Frodo guessed he saw one of the Rangers as Gollum shrieked and raced back over to Frodo, diving behind him and clenching the fish in his mouth as they stepped out.

"Let him eat, then bind his hands but he is not to be harmed," Frodo ordered. He looked at Faramir. "If that is all…"

Faramir bowed, extending a hand. "After you, Master Hobbit."

Gollum kept close to Frodo, eyeing the Men warily.

They led Gollum elsewhere after more assurances that he'd not be harmed, despite the glances in most eyes suggesting that killing Gollum would be more merciful than letting him live.

Frodo returned to the tent he and Legolas shared.

"What was that about?" Legolas murmured, pulling Frodo into his arms once Frodo returned to the bed. "Why do you smell like fish?"

"Gollum's back," Frodo said.

"Ugh," Legolas groaned, releasing him and turning his back to Frodo.

"What?"

"Stinks."

Frodo laughed. "Sorry."

"I'm just glad my sense of smell is duller than my hearing and eyesight."

#

Legolas tossed him another bar of soap. Frodo caught it.

"Unless we are almost out of soap, I doubt we need more."

"I don't, but you really reeked when you came back!"

"It wasn't that bad!"

Legolas arched a brow at him.

Frodo groaned. "Fine," he said. "I'll scrub one more time, but after that, I really do need to get my hair in order."

"You don't need that many braids. Nor do you really need to braid your feet. Besides," Legolas swam closer and carded his hands in the hair adorning Frodo's feet. "I like it better without the braids," he whispered, pecking Frodo's lips and moving his fingers from the foot to Frodo's leg.

Frodo blushed as Legolas pulled the leg out from under the water and placed a kiss against his ankle. "You do realize that my feet get dirty rather easily."

"As do Elven feet, when we can spare shoes," Legolas reminded him. "But prefer to have them when traveling over rougher terrain. Our feet are not as travel hardened as a Hobbit's." He placed another kiss against the instep.

Frodo's breath hitched and his cock warmed. "I'm quite sure we don't have that much time," he said.

"We'll make time," Legolas said, moving away from the foot.

He pushed Frodo's legs apart and lifted him out of the water, settling between them. He placed another kiss against Frodo's lips before moving down to his throat, licking drops of water from his flesh.

Frodo bit his lip to keep from moaning, digging his hands into the earth beneath him. Legolas sucked on one of Frodo's nipples and rubbed circles with his thumbs into the soft flesh of Frodo's thighs.

He moved lower, lapping at the water trailing down Frodo's skin. Frodo gasped when Legolas curled his fingers around the base of Frodo's cock and pressed the tip of his tongue to the slit.

Legolas glanced up, eyes shining with mirth and wrapped his lips around the head. Frodo hissed and clawed the earth as Legolas sucked.

Legolas moved his hand to Frodo's sack and gently squeezed them. Frodo breathed through his nose, chest heaving with each breath, afraid that a telling moan would escape him and bring unwanted viewers to them.

Legolas swallowed more of him down, pressing his nose against the nest of hair surrounding Frodo's cock. He hummed and Frodo thrust into Legolas' mouth, gasping.

Legolas' muffled moan sent shivers down his spine. Frodo closed his eyes and lied on his back, toes dragged his teeth gently up Frodo's cock and suckled the head again. Frodo shuddered as cool air caressed his heated cock.

Frodo groaned, feeling his climax build like a coiled spring. Legolas squeezed his sack again and gently rubbed the skin behind it. Frodo gasped and spilled into Legolas' mouth.

Legolas stroked Frodo's perineum with the pad of his middle finger until he was spent.

"You did that on purpose," Frodo accused halfheartedly as Legolas backed away from him, smirking.

"You liked it, though," Legolas said, pulling Frodo back into the water and onto his lap.

Frodo kissed him. "Perhaps," he said. He wrapped his hand around Legolas' cock. "You're turn, ghivashel." He gripped the back of Legolas' neck, licking the seam of his mouth, and dragged his hand from base to head.

#

"What took you so long?" Boromir asked when they finally arrived to breakfast.

Gollum was chewing on a chick carcass, a rope around his neck and tied to a peg. A guard stood close to him, eyes closed and face pale.

"Well?" Boromir asked.

Legolas averted his eyes and Frodo blushed.

Boromir pinched the bridge of his nose. "Really? Wouldn't that be a little risky?"

"It was Legolas' fault," Frodo said, "And we were careful."

Legolas slapped the back of his head.

Frodo grinned at him and massaged the back of his head. "I love you." Legolas sighed and sat down. Frodo sighed. "It was worth a shot."

Boromir sighed, hiding his face in his hands. "You'll at least be more careful in Mordor, will you?"

"Of course," Legolas said, tearing a bread roll. "Shouldn't be hard to avoid."

Frodo sat beside him and kissed his cheek.

"Keep trying," Legolas muttered. "You might succeed or dig you grave a little deeper."

"What did I do?"

"I think you shouldn't have said it was your husband's fault you were late," Boromir said.

Frodo nodded. "Probably not," he agreed, grabbing a couple bacon strips.

"My brother will lead you over the river. From there, you're on your own again, but I've written you a letter of introduction to our forces in Ithilien if you cross their paths. But once you're out of Gondor's borders, there is very little we can do to help."

"Perhaps you could watch my horse?" Legolas asked. "I don't think that Mordor will suit him."

"You wish to continue on foot?" Frodo asked.

"It would be for the best," Legolas said with sigh. "Arod would stick out." Frodo nodded and kissed his hand. Legolas was rather fond of that horse.

"We'll take care of him for you."

They thanked him and headed to gather their things. They met with Faramir by the river. They were handed new supplies and an extra waterskines were given to them. The rope around Gollum's neck was retied around his hands. Boromir embraced them.

"I wish you all the luck in the world," he said. "You both better survive or I'll never forgive you."

"No promises," Frodo said, "But we'll try. They entered the boat with a small group of rangers, Faramir included, and sailed across. Once on the other side, Faramir handed them an envelope.

"My brother asked me to give this to you," he said, handing it to Frodo, "May the gods be with you both." Legolas bowed his head and they left. Once on the shore and the Rangers left, Gollum blew a raspberry at them.

"Not very nice."

"They fed you, didn't they?" Legolas snapped. "They were nicer than we thought they'd thought."

"Yeah…I told them to be," Frodo admitted.

"Really?"

"For now, we kind of need him."

"I still don't trust him."

"You don't have to, âzyung," Frodo said. He scanned the terrain and shuddered. "How much further are we to Mordor?"

"About a day or two at most," Legolas said. "And then another three or four before we reach the foot of the mountain." Frodo swallowed. A flash of fire blinded him and he gasped. The chain cut into his neck. It stung and weighed him down.

It knows, Frodo thought. It knows we're close.

"Frodo?"

He looked at Legolas. "It's heavier," he admitted. "It's always getting heavier." Legolas took his hand and gave it a firm squeeze.

"Lean on me if you have to," he said, kissing Frodo's hand. That is what I'm here for." Frodo smiled.

Gollum stuck his tongue out at them. "So slow," he growled. "Always so slow."Legolas pushed him forward and Gondor gradually faded behind them.


AN: I was not intending to throw in another sex scene so soon…not sure if I should be sorry or not but I decided to go with it anyway.