Other: *snaps fingers and makes self appear next to Meron and Mercuria* Hey, leave off chasing the reviewers, Meron! You're supposed to after Legolas, not Mercuria. Hey, Mercuria, you ok? *grins* Now for the long awaited slash scene!!
Disclaimers: See the Author's Notes! Lemon warning!!! This is an AU fic! The majority rules has voted: Legolas is an 'innocent'. Not my song; I just thought it fit. Lyrics in ~~.
Reasons To Fight, Reasons To Wed
Part 10. Bond
Aragorn and Legolas looked at each other silently for a few moments.
'You look wonderful,' Aragorn told the blond Elf.
Legolas smiled, as he gazed at Aragorn. 'So do you, though I would have preferred leggings over a robe,' he murmured.
Aragorn took the first move towards Legolas, cupping the Elf's face in his hands. He sensed slight nervousness from his…husband, as his hands trailed up and undid the braids in the golden hair. 'Relax, for I will never hurt you or leave you. Trust me, Legolas.'
~~When the visions around you
Bring tears to your eyes
And all that surrounds you
Are secrets and lies
I'll be your strength
I'll give you hope
Keeping your faith when it's gone
The one you should call
When standing here all alone~~
Aragorn's arms reached out and wrapped around Legolas' slender waist, drawing him closer, as the half Elf tilted his face down and gently kissed the sweet lips of the one he was now married to.
~~ And I will take you in my arms
And hold you right where you belong
Until the day my life is through
This I promise you
This I promise you~~
Legolas made a small cry of pleasure, before he returned the kiss firmly. He was not very skilled in the pleasures of the flesh, but he learned very quickly. His mouth covered Aragorn's, pushing his tongue into the warm mouth of the one he loved, chasing his husband's tongue.
Legolas had missed Aragorn's touch for so long… longer than he could remember, longer than he'd known... His hands eagerly slid under the tunic and shirt, flying over the tiny buttons nimbly. He had loved Aragorn forever, it seemed, and all that mattered was right now. Though the half Elf did not remember, it was as though he had never changed at all. At least they were together this time…
~~ I've loved you forever
In lifetimes before
And I promise you never
Will you hurt anymore
I give you my word
I give you my heart
This is a battle we've won
And with this vow
Forever has now begun~~
Legolas continued his skillful kisses, which caused a low growl to come from Aragorn. The Elf gasped when he felt hands on his neck, fumbling with the necklace that he had been given from Mithrandir. The necklace dropped to the ground, swiftly followed by Aragorn's tunic and shirt.
The Elven Prince was nervous, though he tried not to show it. Aragorn again told him to relax slightly, as he trailed kisses up the smooth, pale skin of Legolas' neck. A low moan met his ears, as Legolas arched towards him, teasing the flat surface of his firm chest.
A kiss that had started off gently turned harder, deepening in passion and fire when Legolas once again took control. He used his tongue to keep Aragorn from crying out, as he did things that just came naturally to him. His palms trailed down his husband's back, feeling the firmness there, before they slid to the front, skimming each muscle teasingly.
~~ Just close your eyes each loving day
And know this feeling won't go away
Till the day my life is through
This I promise you
This I promise you~~
Aragorn rammed his tongue into Legolas' mouth, unable to stand the aching need he felt, as he firmly began fumbling with the golden chain around the slender waist with his hands. He had never tasted anything so sweet in his life as he feasted on the sensual mouth of the moaning Elf, who taunted him so with his tongue.
He did not understand his good fortune, as he continued struggling with the chain, trying to remove it. What had he done to deserve someone like Legolas in his life and bed? The Elf deserved much better, but belonged to him alone. Aragorn was going to do everything he could to keep Legolas, for he never wanted to lose him.
~~Over and over I thought
When I hear you call
Without you in my life baby
I just wouldn't be living at all
And I will take you in my arms
And hold you right where you belong
Until the day my life is through
This I promise you
This I promise you~~
The kisses grew urgent, as the golden chain finally sank to the ground, clinking gently.
Aragorn then began trying to remove the robe, looking for the buttons at first.
Legolas whispered, 'There are no buttons,' as Aragorn ran his hands over his chest, feeling it through the soft, silky material. He was surprised when the half Elf maneuvered him to the ground, lowering himself over him.
~~ Just close your eyes each loving day
And know this feeling won't go away
Till the day my life is through~~
Aragorn removed the robe as quickly as he could, and could only gaze in awe at the beauty before him for a few moments, until he felt hands messing with his own leggings, tugging them down.
As soon as Aragorn's leggings were off, Legolas pulled the half Elf onto him hungrily, caught in the wake of his own desire as he gave him another staggering kiss. He was trying to please Aragorn, but was getting more nervous, as a hand trailed down his waist.
Aragorn had been caught in his own desire as well but he paused when he saw the panting, flushed Elf beneath him. A frown crossed his face. 'Legolas, have you ever been with anyone?' he questioned, as he saw the slight fear that the Elf was trying desperately to hide.
Legolas felt slightly ashamed, but slowly shook his head. 'I waited for you, though it was very hard, but I love you so…' he murmured quietly.
'Why didn't you tell me?' Aragorn whispered, as he gently began tenderly touching Legolas, slowing down his usual pace to accommodate the inexperienced Elf's. Softer kisses were bestowed along the beautiful body, trailing up to his neck. Part of him was stunned for two reasons: one, that Legolas had saved himself for him, and two, that he hadn't realized that he was untouched. 'And where did you learn to kiss like that?'
Legolas frowned back and muttered, 'Because I know you are not… And because of what you are now doing; treating me like spun glass. I am not so frail, Aragorn. As for kissing… that is one area that all Elves are good at.'
Aragorn's hands drifted to Legolas' thighs, causing a soft gasp, which was silenced with a firm mouth, as the half Elf gently began teasing him, showing him just how much pleasure could come from this.
They made love very slowly, with Aragorn doing his best not to hurt Legolas, as their bodies joined together. The small cries of pain soon turned to pleasure and soon after, they lay together on the ground.
Legolas turned towards Aragorn, with his blond hair sticking to his face. A look of regret was on Aragorn's face, for he had not meant to hurt the Elven Prince.
Legolas thought the look was because he had not pleased Aragorn, so he pressed his lips to his husband's, for he truly did learn fast. A hand slid down between the half Elf's thighs, as Legolas bestowed upon Aragorn the rush of emotions and exquisite sensations that he had been given.
Aragorn was taken by surprise at how easily Legolas brought him to fulfillment. Afterwards, he took Legolas in his arms, concern in his brown eyes. 'Are you all right? I did not mean to hurt you, Legolas.' Bedding his husband had been a thrilling experience, which had pleased Aragorn. Though he had expected no less, considering how close their earlier encounters had been. Waiting had been torturous, but it had also been worth it.
Legolas said, 'I am an Elf, Aragorn. The pain is already subsiding, and you were very considerate.'
They shared a few more kisses, and Legolas rested his head against Aragorn's bare chest, as he was pulled against the half Elf.
'I promised I would not hurt you, but I did,' Aragorn murmured, fretting over the few bruises that Legolas had. He reproached himself silently for not taking more care.
'The marks will fade, with my Elven healing ability.' Legolas poked Aragorn slightly. 'I will not break, Aragorn. You need not worry.'
Aragorn pressed a kiss to Legolas' forehead, as he kept the Elven Prince against him. 'I promise that I will be more careful next time.'
~~This I promise you
This I promise you
Every word I say is true
This I promise you
Ooh I promise you~~
Legolas smirked, 'What if I don't let you?' He yawned slightly, before continuing. 'Elves are fast learners.'
'So I noticed,' Aragorn teased. He, too, yawned, feeling weary. Legolas cuddled next to him, and the half Elf carefully looked around, looking for something to cover them with. He finally spotted a dark blanket lying on the ground, just within arm's reach. Aragorn carefully drew it over, though it was hard, and draped it across both of them.
Aragorn and Legolas fell asleep, with Aragorn's face pressed into the golden locks. The Elf rested within his husband's arms, resting against him.
At this moment in time, it seemed like nothing could separate them…
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Gondor
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Boromir, Steward of Gondor, was unusually quiet, as he listened to the story that this outside stranger told him, of an Elven Prince being kidnapped to be forced into marriage to the long-lost son of Arathorn, who had vanished over a millennia ago. The heir to Gondor supposedly cared nothing about the Elf and only wanted him for his own pleasure, stealing him away from his family and Kin.
Boromir knew that he was handsome and was arrogant for it. However, he had always had an appreciation for Elves and their beauty, as well as songs. In fact, a few Elves had even saved the Steward's life once.
So this story was angering him, as the stranger finished recounting the tale.
"I know that you are fond of Elves," Meron said, the lies easily slipping past his tongue. "Will you please consider helping me to recover my betrothed? He is pure and untouched, though I fear that if he is not rescued before he is forced into marriage that he will not remain so. Legolas is very beautiful to behold, and Aragorn will no doubt use him for his own desires, uncaring of his inexperience.'
Boromir frowned even more at those words. One of the fair ones being used in such a way? The Steward of Gondor felt that those were fighting words. "I will help you," he said, anger in his voice. "You said earlier that you had a plan. Tell me."
To be continued