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Note: Thank you for the reviews. Still in search of ideas, let's begin. Just a quick word, I'm not sure if they celebrate Beltane but it is a festival that in ancient times took place on the first of May. It celebrates the return of summer (of the sun) and the lengthening of days and it was a festival of fertility and renewal. Fires would be lid all over the country side and people would dance around the fire and later lay down with a partner. Children born from this festival were often considered blessed.

Dedicated completely to myself because I need some happiness even when I feel quite miserable.

Warning: sex in the chapter.

Aragorn bit back a growl, watching another maiden swoon over Legolas. The prince consort was in the middle of the courtyard, dressed in a light robe that loosened in all the right places and tightened in the other ones, giving Aragorn, and the rest of the kingdom that attended the spring festival, a nice view of the beautiful elf's backside.

He drowned his goblet of wine, narrowed eyes scanning the crowds. It seemed that not only the females were swooning over Legolas but most of the male population as well; one was even so far to approach Legolas.

Aragorn curled his fist tightly around the goblet in his hand, not caring if he crushed it. Legolas halted in mid stride and Aragorn could see just how young and how handsome the man was, everything he no longer was.

Oh he was still fit for his age but he was no longer young and while he knew that Legolas would still love him, but at this point, after nearly 15 years of marriage how could his elf still desire him? Aragorn ran a hand through his hair. Each day there were more lines in his face and more grey in his hair, how could his elf possibly still desire him?

But still, it didn't change the fact that Aragorn felt jealous of the young man that had approached his husband; he wanted to be the one to bask in Legolas' attention. To walk to the crowd knowing that he was wanted and desired by many.

He knew his people respected him, even liked him but they didn't adore him as they did with Legolas and the children. He wanted to be young again and to flaunt the power of knowing that you had your whole life ahead of you, still thinking that you could conquer it.

He turned away, the wine turning sour on his tongue. Perhaps he should go inside, he had already blessed the festival and while Aragorn had looked forward to renew his own bond with Legolas he knew that tonight was not the night.

He wandered through the empty hallways, walking into another courtyard where another fire was burning. He felt bitter, especially when he saw two people kissing. He wanted that but Legolas had not looked upon him once tonight.

Aragorn ignored the emotions that were seeping through the bond since they were nearly foreign to him. Desire, arousal and excitement ran over his nerves and body, making it tingle but he ignored it. He growled softly as he closed his eyes. He was not in the mood!

He balled his fist, finally putting the abused goblet down on an empty table and left the courtyard. Could he go back inside already and fake sleep or was it too early for that? He sighed; he could never do as he wanted because he was the king.

He rubbed his temples; he was going to give himself a headache like this. He had not been particularly excited about the festivities but the festival had always held an edge for him and he had often stayed up to watch the fires in the countryside from their balcony, Legolas holding him.

But it seemed that those days were over. When they were younger they may have participated but now it seemed that Legolas longed for other activities then simply holding one another, but why Legolas did not come to him, Aragorn did not know.

He sighed, deeply as he felt Legolas' emotions wash over him. The elf obviously wanted to share his enthusiasm for the younger man and finally Aragorn couldn't take it anymore, he was fed up!

So he turned on his heel, fury in his eyes and he stalked back towards the main courtyard, intend on sorting this out once and for all. He marched down the steps, not caring if the people who had been having conversations were staring at him as he pushed through the crowd of those that danced around the fire.

Legolas was dancing and the younger man was dancing before him, holding Legolas' hands in his own even as the elf pulled away and turned time and time again but the young man was not so easily discouraged. He turned with Legolas, a mere heartbeat behind him. He kept swaying his hips in time with the drums but Aragorn could see how the dark blue eyes of his husband narrowed as they took in the provocative movements the young man made, his intend was clear for a blind man to see.

The rage he felt was fueling him, making him think clearly and Aragorn knew what he had to do, he pushed through the crowd, not caring if he interrupted couples, not even bothering to apologize. He only had eyes for Legolas and the younger man as Legolas turned away again, his lips pressed together in a tight line of disgust.

"Excuse me?" Aragorn growled when the younger man made a move to touch Legolas. He had chosen not to wear his crown tonight, knowing it could be upset and damaged in the dancing or other engagements.

The younger man didn't bother to even turn to him but Aragorn could see how Legolas' back tensed but his elf did not turn to watch Aragorn. "Are you aware that you're touching the consort of Gondor?"

"So, why should I care? I mean…nobody is making an objection that I'm touching him." The younger man turned to wink at Aragorn, probably thinking he was a guard off duty before he reached out with a hand to touch Legolas' lower back.

Aragorn felt his anger explode and he took a step forward, sliding one arm around Legolas' waist as he pulled his elf to his side and Legolas turned in his arms. He slapped the boy's hand away, pushing against him with his other hand as he hooked his leg behind the leg of the younger man, causing him to trip and fall.

Aragorn didn't even grimace as he heard the bone break as the man sought to break his fall with his arm, having only eyes for Legolas as he hissed, pulling the elf towards him by buried a hand in the silky hair. "You should care because he is mine and I do not share!'

He crushed Legolas' mouth beneath his own, not caring as Legolas kissed him back enthusiastically, letting him know his elf liked the possessive display. Finally, when he knew he couldn't stand to be without oxygen any longer did he pull away to rest his forehead against his mate's, eyes meeting.

"Then you should not leave your lover out on a night like this!" Aragorn rolled his eyes as the young boy spoke up. Had he been so stubborn and hotheaded in his youth?

"I'm the king! I trust in my lover to do whatever he wants and to be safe as he dances. He knows who he is married to!" Aragorn growled and Legolas added.

"We share a soul bond, you fool! Find somebody else for to share the night with, I've found who I'm going to have fun with." And Aragorn was pulled into another kiss. The man barely had the time to close his eyes as Legolas' hands came to rest upon his hips and the elf broke the kiss to whisper. "Dance with me!"

Aragorn gaped at Legolas and the elf smiled back at him sweetly and said. "Everybody is dancing here today so should you. Do not feel ashamed, my husband."

Aragorn looked around. There were a fair number of people dancing and none of them had any interest for the other participants except for their partners. Aragorn turned back to Legolas as the elf pressed a kiss to his neck.

Legolas' hands were upon his hips, slowly turning them in slow circles with movements that would not have been out of place when they were making love. Aragorn found his eyes large; he had never known his elf to be such a sexually being. He knew all elves were sensual, it was hard not to know when one grew up with them but Legolas had always been relaxed in his presence and allowed Aragorn often to take the lead, though he did often was the one who came on to Aragorn.

Aragorn took a deep breath and then placed his own hands on Legolas' hips, familiarizing himself with this very handsome part of his husband. They swayed on the spot, hips swaying to the beat of the drums.

Aragorn found that looked into Legolas' eyes was distraction enough, his husband licked his lips, looking at Aragorn as the emotions spilled over from the bond. Desire, arousal, excitement, happiness, they made Aragorn humbled as Legolas kissed him again, teasing him by licking his lips and slowly sliding his tongue in the moment Aragorn opened his lips.

The elf's hand slid over Aragorn's leg, over his hip before grasping his arse and squeezing, causing Aragorn to start and bump into him, grinding their groins together. Aragorn fought the blush that was threatening to break out on his face.

The drums were echoing his heartbeat, making it thump just as quickly as his blood burned through him. He swallowed thickly, claiming Legolas' lips for another kiss.

It suddenly didn't matter to him that he wasn't young anymore because as he looked at Legolas, he knew his elf still desired him and always would. He ran one hand up Legolas' back, slowly scratching with his nails as he whispered.

"Come and let us find a spot of our own to celebrate Beltane." The smile that Legolas gave him made his heart speed up even more and nobody looked at the king and consort disappeared further into the garden.

Xx

The garden was overgrown and lit with torches and candles for this occasion but Aragorn had little eye or attention for them as he focused upon his mate. They had found a grassy area that was deserted and Aragorn positively hungered for his elf.

He wanted to rip the robe from Legolas' body and cover the pale skin with kisses and bites, make the elf scream out his name and love him, claim him and renew the bond between them. The bond was humming between them, the heat of the day lingering in Aragorn's blood, making him sensitive to Legolas' question hands.

Legolas' eyes had darkened with lust and yet in the light of the full moon his elf had never looked more beautiful. His hand cupped Legolas' cheek and he pulled the beautiful being to him, kissing him gently as he nipped playfully at the full lips of the elf.

Legolas broke the kiss to smirk at him and then as his fingers undid the buttons of Aragorn's light tunic did he begin to nibble on the man's throat. Aragorn threw his head back, eyes half lidded as a handsome smile played over his lips.

His hand buried itself in the silky long hair as Legolas pulled the tunic away. The elf made a hum of appreciation in the back of his throat when he saw that Aragorn wore no shirt underneath. His quick fingers played down the man's muscular chest towards the lacings of his trousers.

They kissed again, looking into each other's eyes as they undressed. Aragorn stepped out of his boots, kicking them away, not caring where they landed. They could not be seen from the palace and if somebody decided to walk in on them, well they could claim that like so many others they were celebrating the festival.

He was standing barefooted on the grass, feeling the strands tickle his toes and he inhaled deeply. The soft breeze raised goose bumps on his skin but it made him all the more sensitive to Legolas' gaze.

The elf's pale skin glittered in the moonlight, making it glow a beautiful white color. Aragorn reached out to touch the silky skin and then they were kissing again, Legolas literally pouncing on him.

Aragorn was knocked on his back, Legolas on top of him, licking, sucking and kissing every spot he could reach. The elven hands were everywhere, pulling in the right places, caressing, stroking his skin and Aragorn loved it.

He tried to return the favor but he was too slow and he was utterly at the mercy of Legolas. Legolas was kissing him so heatingly that Aragorn was sure that his skin would combust soon.

He clawed at Legolas' skin, seeking deeper contact with his elf. Their minds combined, each leaving the other not much to imagination but it wasn't long before Aragorn hissed out, raising his hips. "Legolas, undress completely. I want…no...I need to feel you inside of me."

Legolas stared down at him for a long moment before he raised an eyebrow and moved to climb off Aragorn, quickly undoing his own trousers. Aragorn sat up and undid his own leggings, disregarding them in a pile left by the side.

He knew he should probably be more respectful with his clothes but he was sure that even the servants could agree that it was in the heat of the moment when one cared less about their clothes and more about the impeding activities they were to engage in.

The moment they were both undressed Aragorn pulled Legolas down again. He needed to feel his elf against him. How could he have assumed that he could live without this kind of intimacy between them?

His hands wound themselves in the thick blond hair of his beloved as Legolas settled on top of him. The smooth fingertips traced a path of fire down Aragorn's skin and the man bit his lip to keep the moan inside of him. He stared up into the blue eyes as Legolas kissed him gently.

He hissed when he felt one hand press against his entrance, pushing gently as Legolas asked. "Do you want me to be the one to…?"

"I believe I just made that expressively clear." Legolas laughed softly and kissed him gently, sucking his lower lip in between his own as his finger finally slipped inside. Aragorn hissed sharply, they had forgotten the oil but then Legolas suddenly pulled away and mumbled something.

The next moment his elf had crawled of off Aragorn and even before the man could bemoan the loss; Legolas was back, a vial of oil in his hand. "I completely forgot I put this in my pocket."

"You planned this?" Aragorn's eyes were wide but he grinned none the less, his elf was always thoughtful.

Legolas cocked his head to the side and answered. "No, more hoped for it actually. Now, do you want to continue chatting or do different things as well?"

Raising his hips slightly so his hard cock stroked along Legolas' thigh, he made his intent clear. Legolas grinned and kissed him lightly on the nose, causing Aragorn to wrinkle it before his elf coated his fingers liberally in the oil and Aragorn found himself distracted the lips that kissed, suckled and nuzzled him into an incoherent mess.

Legolas added another finger but Aragorn knew he didn't need much encouragement. He pulled Legolas into another kiss and said. "I need to feel your cock inside of me!"

It was strange for Aragorn just how quickly his elf complied with his wishes. He had people who obeyed his every command all day but Legolas was his equal, the only one Aragorn would and could not order around but this time, it was almost as if Legolas had been waiting.

The elf sunk within his body hesitantly at first and Aragorn hissed with the burning pain but he didn't care as he found his world in the blue eyes that stared back at him with all the love and devotion he ever craved.

Legolas' fingers were gentle against his skin when his elf was finally sheathed within his body, Aragorn's legs wrapped around his waist. Their minds locked; giving them the closeness they desired and needed. They were lost in one another, moving in rhythm to a tune older them any of them.

Their lips met even when Aragorn knew that soon he would come. Legolas didn't even need to touch his cock as they nearly devoured one another. The sense of urgency and of need was rising quickly until it exploded in a wave of pleasure that rocked Aragorn's entire world.

His muscles clenched without his consent and Legolas screamed softly before Aragorn pulled him down for another kiss, cutting of the elf's cry. Even when he knew that all over the city, the countryside and possibly the whole world people were doing the same thing, he didn't want to draw further attention to them both.

His fingertips caressed Legolas' cheek as the elf slipped from him, shuffling a little to rest his head in between the junction of neck and shoulder, sighing softly with contentment. Aragorn stretched, he was feeling sated and the urge to fall asleep here was very tempting but he fought against the sleep, knowing that servants always passed here early in the morning.

He nudged Legolas and said. "Shall we retire back to the bedroom?"

Legolas mumbled softly and Aragorn nudged his elf harder, finally getting up. Legolas sat up abruptly, staring at him and Aragorn rolled his eyes before he said, claiming another sweet kiss. "As tempting as it would be to spend a night underneath the stars with you, we've a reputation to consider and I do not wish for the rest of the kingdom to see us tomorrow morning. Now come, it is high time that we retire back to the bedroom. We can lock the door and sleep on the balcony if you want but I do suggest that we drag some blankets with us, I do not think the heat will linger for very long."

Legolas smiled and nodded, extending a hand to help Aragorn up. The man happily accepted and as he pulled Legolas into another kiss, the bond humming happily between them and as they walked to their bedroom. It didn't matter what would happen in the future because tonight would be spend looking at the stars and with each other and that was all that mattered.

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