Title: Solace
Author: Missy (vacuumducky@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Gandlaf/ Aragorn
Disclaimer: YES! NOW NO ONE CAN SUE ME FOR I HAVE THE ALMIGHTY DISCLAIMER ON
MY STORY!! EVERYTHING IS GOING ACCORDING TO PLAN!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!
Date Posted: December 1st, 2000
Archive: yes please
Warnings: WARM SMILES AHEAD! If you are sickened by such things, or are
underage, please leave. thank you.

Solace

Aragorn cracked open the worn, wooden door, ignoring the squeak. Inside lay
Frodo, deep in Elronds healing sleep, and beside him sat,

"Gandalf." The wizard looked up from the floor for the first time in hours.
It was dark out now.

"Gandalf, please. Go to bed." When the old man didnt move he tried again,
"Frodo will be fine." Still, Gandalf didnt budge. Aragorn sighed.

"Pray, do tell me what troubles you so."
"Aragorn." He started softly, "Ive been thinking."



"you have been my good and true friends for some time now. Almost 15 years
if I remember correctly. In this time I have helped you in many matters.and
you have helped me."

"Yes.."

"Aragorn I--well I--you.."

"Gandalf!" the Ranger exclaimed, taken aback. "I have never seen you stumble
over your words before!"

"Well, If youd let me finish!" the wizard snapped angrily, making the
younger man shrink back.

"Forgive me my friend." Gandalf said more gently this time. "What I meant to
say wasI need your help once more"
Gandalf reached out a hand then, and drew the other man close. And his lips
touched Aragorns, and years of wisdom, learning, travel all shattered with
that one touch of flesh. The world stopped and there was only the two of
them. A quick, curious tongue darted out and licked against Aragorns mouth,
and he moaned as he opened to let it in. As it started exploring his mouth,
he took his time exploring the one before him. The inside of Gandalf
tasted.tasted like summers rain and early morning dew, like the wind that
carries the eagle across the sky, like the last lonely star in the night sky.
Aragorn reveled in it, savored the sensation that he was privileged to
experience here in their little cocoon of darkness and warmth the two of them
had made.
But soon his senses crept back to him, he became embarrassed and unsure and
he pulled away.

Now, there was rarely a time when the Great Gandalf felt any real fear. He
feared when he sat in a fir tree with 12 dwarves and a hobbit, fire beneath
him and nothingness above.
He was scared for Frodo when he first heard of the Black Riders heading for
Hobbition.
He feared for the fate of the world when Frodos resolve almost broke at the
Ford.
But never had so much terror flooded into his soul as when Aragorn pushed
against him and looked away to the floor.
"Surely Im too young." He whispered roughly.

"Age has no matter." Gandalf said, maybe too desperately. He reached out and
grasped the Rangers arms firmly, making sure he didnt move away this time.

"Aragorn, many spend their whole life without the privilege of feeling love.
Of being loved. I thought I would be one of those people untill.. Please,
my friend. Be honest with me."

"You know I could never lie to one like you." Aragorn sighed, "If I tried
youd find me out in a seconds time."

Eternally long minutes passed. Neither spoke, both lost in their own private
thoughts.

"Gandalf"Aragorn said finally, looking up into the wizards eyes. And as
those dark gray orbs stared into his, something broke inside him. "I shall
call myself mad!" He cried and fell into the wizards waiting arms. Warm,
white robes enveloped him, holding him close and giving him a precious
feeling of safety and security. He hadnt felt like this in a long time.

"Love," A smoky voice whispered. Aragorn could swear that there was more
magic in his voice than in all the rings and globes and magic things in
Middle Earth. It always managed to calm him, soothe his fears and doubts,
and this time was no exception.
He sank trustingly further, not caring who peeked in and saw them. For once,
everything was perfect.