Author's Notes: I would have had this chapter out sooner, but I've been in Wales (ahhh... those accents) checking out a university and watching Orlando Bloom on 'So Graham Norton' (it's a British TV Show, before you start to panic) far too many times than is good for me.
This chapter is about as smutty as I get, which you'll soon realise isn't really a lot... Having never been in the position (as it were) of having m/m sex, I'm at an unfortunate disadvantage of not knowing what goes on, and so I have to cut off at the crucial point. Anyway, imagination is a great thing.
Usual plea for reviews still apply. I don't know if I'm not getting so many reviews now because people have stopped reading (if so, what am I doing wrong? Tell me!), or they feel they don't have to review more than once (if so, have a heart. I don't care if you review fifty times. I'll still love you!). Also, I have a site now, which you may or may not be aware of. URL is on my profile page. Check it out. You might like it. Both my stories are there, as well as movie reviews, eye candy, and lots of other nice things.
Disclaimer: *Hits head repeatedly on keyboard* Do. Not. Know.
Chapter 6
//Legolas sighed softly as he closed the door behind him. What a terrible day this had been. The only compensation had been seeing Aragorn again, but even that happy pleasure had been marred by other factors. Guilt weighed heavily in his mind, making him feel quite ill. How he wished that Boromir had not volunteered to join the fellowship. His presence would be a hindrance, Legolas was sure of it. He briefly considered dropping out himself, but he dismissed that thought defiantly. He had nothing to be ashamed of. He had volunteered to help the ring bearer, and that was precisely what he was going to do.
"May I request a word?" Boromir's voice called out from outside the room, accompanied by an impatient knock on the door. Legolas looked round, frowning slightly, and at the same time shocked that Boromir was here. Should he answer, it would only lead to another argument. But Boromir obviously knew he was in here, judging from the tone of his voice. Most likely he had followed him from the council.
"What is it, Boromir?"
"Let me in and I will tell you." Legolas walked over to the door and opened it cautiously. Boromir stood on the other side, his eyes filled with regret. "Forgive me. I have been a fool."
Legolas shook his head, laughing wryly. Boromir frowned. "And what is so funny, may I ask?"
"What do you want? For me to fall into your arms?"
"I only ask for your forgiveness." Boromir's look bore pain, and even a hint of self-loathing. Legolas found it impossible to look upon him and not elicit any emotion. Whether he wanted it or not, his feelings for the human couldn't be denied. As much as he hated him for making him feel like this. "May I come in?"
"As you wish." Legolas opened the door further and walked further into the room. Boromir followed him, closing the door heavily behind him. Outside, the wind caressed the trees, and for a while the soft rustling was all they heard.
"I was unable to sleep last night. I kept imagining your touch, so soft..."
"You wanted me last night?" Legolas asked. He stared resentfully. "But I wanted you yesterday, and last night, and this morning... I want you every second. And not just for your touch... or for your kisses."
"That came out wrong." Boromir ran his hand over his forehead, trying to concentrate. "I too want you for more than your skills as a lover. You bewitch me, my sweet prince. I am drawn to everything about you."
"Than why do you treat me as nothing more than a lover? A lover you don't even respect, at that."
"I..." Boromir shook his head. "You would not understand why."
"Why wouldn't I?" Legolas clasped Boromir's hands in his own. "Let me in, Boromir. Tell me why you continually shun me. I have a right to know."
Boromir paused, his eyes bearing into Legolas'. Legolas could feel him shaking, his whole body trembling with emotion. "Do you know what I see when I look at you... when I look at any elf?" Legolas shook his head no. "I see eternal beauty, that does not fade. I see a life that will never be mine. I see a proud race that will not fall. When I look in your eyes, I see innocence that I have never, and will never possess. It hurts more than I can understand to gaze upon you. My body is growing older by the passing of each day, and one day I will cease to grow older... I will cease to breathe, to be part of this world. I will have to leave behind everything that I hold dear to me... I will have to leave you. But you will exist for all eternity, and I will become nothing more than a memory which you will barely recollect."
"I would never forget you, Boromir. Why do you trouble yourself with such thoughts? Death is not close for you. You have many years to live yet."
"Have I?" Boromir asked. "If I am injured, I bleed and I die. Of course, I cannot expect you to understand that."
"I've seen men fatally injured, Boromir. But I would not see you succumb to the same fate. You are a warrior... a great one at that. You are a match for anyone in battle. I do not believe you will die by someone's sword."
"That reassures me greatly." Boromir attempted a smile.
"And this is what has been troubling you? Why you treat me as you do?"
"I could not help myself. I could see the way I was treating you was wrong, but I am sometimes guided by feelings that not even I can explain." He gazed imploringly into Legolas' eyes. "I know I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, much less expect it..."
"You have it, Boromir." Legolas stopped the man from speaking by pressing his lips hard against the human's. Boromir slid his hands down Legolas' body, pulling him closer until their bodies were touching completely.
"You are too good for me." Boromir pulled away.
"That is for me to decide." Legolas told him. "But I beg of you, do not look to the future. We have each other today, and that is all that matters. I will not tolerate you pushing me away, Boromir."
"I will not, I promise you. But you must promise me something in return."
"Name it."
"Your friend... Aragorn. I do not trust him, even though he is heir to the throne of Gondor. I do not like the way he looks at you. Please, treat him with more vigilance than you may previously have done so."
"Aragorn is a friend, and a dear one at that." Legolas pulled sharply away from Boromir. "Who are you to tell me who I can and cannot trust?" His eyes burned with anger, and Boromir looked at him questioningly.
"Do you love him?"
"I do. As a friend." Legolas exclaimed reproachfully. "And his feelings for me are the same."
"He has blinded you. I thought as much."
"You know nothing about him. He has been a loyal friend for many years now. Do not make me choose between you and him, for the decision will be all too easy."
"I do not want you to choose." Boromir was stung by these harsh words. "All I want is for you to take care around him. You might not see the lust in his eyes, but I do, and I do not want you to be hurt by him." He placed his hand on Legolas' shoulder and squeezed it gently. "Please, let us not fight, sweet prince. I do not want to spend another minute out of your favour."
"Fine." Legolas sighed. "But you are wrong about Aragorn. He would not hurt me."
"As long as you are sure." Boromir's hand travelled up to the elf's hair, and he ran his fingers down it gently. "I do not wish to talk of him any longer. In fact..." He placed a soft kiss on Legolas' lips, "...I do not wish to talk at all."
Legolas responded by clinging onto Boromir and kissing him hungrily. They silently made their way over to the bed, their lips never parting. Finally, Legolas pulled away to slip off Boromir's tunic, and Boromir quickly did the same for his partner. Laying him down on the bed, Boromir climbed on top of the elf and ran his hands down his bare chest, adorning it with soft kisses.
"I want you to..." Legolas gasped raggedly, "...take me. I want to feel you in me. "
"How I've longed to hear those words." Boromir sighed. The rest of their clothing was quickly discarded until they were completely naked, and then they resumed their kissing, pushing up against one another, electricity soaring through them. Their occasional groans would not have been audible to anyone, if it were not for Aragorn, who stood outside the door, his ear pressed up against the door, and his body shaking with repressed fury.//
***
"Legolas..." Aragorn caught the elf's arm as Gimli walked on ahead through the forest, his figure becoming ever smaller as he diminished into the distance. Legolas sighed, shaking the hand off. "...talk to me, please."
"I have nothing to say to you."
"You cannot ignore me. I made a mistake, and for that I will be eternally regretful. But was it really so terrible that I deserve this stony silence from you?"
"I trusted you." Legolas hissed. "I always believed you to be a friend. A good friend. How wrong I was."
"You were not wrong. But I cannot help my feelings for you. I was wrong to kiss you; I know that. But I refuse to keep living a lie. Your relationship with Boromir awakened something within me, and I was consumed with jealousy. I took advantage of his death, and for that I will never forgive myself. Whatever my thoughts on Boromir, I respected him; I even loved him as a brother. But he had you, and for that I hated him. I love you, Legolas. Please do not hold that against me."
"How can I not?" Legolas asked him. "You have lied to me for all these years. I defended you to Boromir; he could see through you. I wish that I can say the same."
"He recognised it in me because he had the same feelings for you. But I never lied to you. I thought it would be easier not to tell you. But when I saw you and Boromir together, I found it nearly impossible to keep my feelings a secret. They had to come out eventually, Legolas. It just never seemed like the right time."
"Nay, it never would be." Legolas retorted. He hurried his pace. "We best keep up with Gimli."
"Please, Legolas." Aragorn begged him. "We must discuss this."
"No, we have another task at hand. Merry and Pippin's lives are more important than your feelings for me."
"You cannot ignore me forever." Aragorn told him firmly. "Sooner or later, we must address the mater."
"Later, then." Legolas told him adamantly. "Much later."
This chapter is about as smutty as I get, which you'll soon realise isn't really a lot... Having never been in the position (as it were) of having m/m sex, I'm at an unfortunate disadvantage of not knowing what goes on, and so I have to cut off at the crucial point. Anyway, imagination is a great thing.
Usual plea for reviews still apply. I don't know if I'm not getting so many reviews now because people have stopped reading (if so, what am I doing wrong? Tell me!), or they feel they don't have to review more than once (if so, have a heart. I don't care if you review fifty times. I'll still love you!). Also, I have a site now, which you may or may not be aware of. URL is on my profile page. Check it out. You might like it. Both my stories are there, as well as movie reviews, eye candy, and lots of other nice things.
Disclaimer: *Hits head repeatedly on keyboard* Do. Not. Know.
Chapter 6
//Legolas sighed softly as he closed the door behind him. What a terrible day this had been. The only compensation had been seeing Aragorn again, but even that happy pleasure had been marred by other factors. Guilt weighed heavily in his mind, making him feel quite ill. How he wished that Boromir had not volunteered to join the fellowship. His presence would be a hindrance, Legolas was sure of it. He briefly considered dropping out himself, but he dismissed that thought defiantly. He had nothing to be ashamed of. He had volunteered to help the ring bearer, and that was precisely what he was going to do.
"May I request a word?" Boromir's voice called out from outside the room, accompanied by an impatient knock on the door. Legolas looked round, frowning slightly, and at the same time shocked that Boromir was here. Should he answer, it would only lead to another argument. But Boromir obviously knew he was in here, judging from the tone of his voice. Most likely he had followed him from the council.
"What is it, Boromir?"
"Let me in and I will tell you." Legolas walked over to the door and opened it cautiously. Boromir stood on the other side, his eyes filled with regret. "Forgive me. I have been a fool."
Legolas shook his head, laughing wryly. Boromir frowned. "And what is so funny, may I ask?"
"What do you want? For me to fall into your arms?"
"I only ask for your forgiveness." Boromir's look bore pain, and even a hint of self-loathing. Legolas found it impossible to look upon him and not elicit any emotion. Whether he wanted it or not, his feelings for the human couldn't be denied. As much as he hated him for making him feel like this. "May I come in?"
"As you wish." Legolas opened the door further and walked further into the room. Boromir followed him, closing the door heavily behind him. Outside, the wind caressed the trees, and for a while the soft rustling was all they heard.
"I was unable to sleep last night. I kept imagining your touch, so soft..."
"You wanted me last night?" Legolas asked. He stared resentfully. "But I wanted you yesterday, and last night, and this morning... I want you every second. And not just for your touch... or for your kisses."
"That came out wrong." Boromir ran his hand over his forehead, trying to concentrate. "I too want you for more than your skills as a lover. You bewitch me, my sweet prince. I am drawn to everything about you."
"Than why do you treat me as nothing more than a lover? A lover you don't even respect, at that."
"I..." Boromir shook his head. "You would not understand why."
"Why wouldn't I?" Legolas clasped Boromir's hands in his own. "Let me in, Boromir. Tell me why you continually shun me. I have a right to know."
Boromir paused, his eyes bearing into Legolas'. Legolas could feel him shaking, his whole body trembling with emotion. "Do you know what I see when I look at you... when I look at any elf?" Legolas shook his head no. "I see eternal beauty, that does not fade. I see a life that will never be mine. I see a proud race that will not fall. When I look in your eyes, I see innocence that I have never, and will never possess. It hurts more than I can understand to gaze upon you. My body is growing older by the passing of each day, and one day I will cease to grow older... I will cease to breathe, to be part of this world. I will have to leave behind everything that I hold dear to me... I will have to leave you. But you will exist for all eternity, and I will become nothing more than a memory which you will barely recollect."
"I would never forget you, Boromir. Why do you trouble yourself with such thoughts? Death is not close for you. You have many years to live yet."
"Have I?" Boromir asked. "If I am injured, I bleed and I die. Of course, I cannot expect you to understand that."
"I've seen men fatally injured, Boromir. But I would not see you succumb to the same fate. You are a warrior... a great one at that. You are a match for anyone in battle. I do not believe you will die by someone's sword."
"That reassures me greatly." Boromir attempted a smile.
"And this is what has been troubling you? Why you treat me as you do?"
"I could not help myself. I could see the way I was treating you was wrong, but I am sometimes guided by feelings that not even I can explain." He gazed imploringly into Legolas' eyes. "I know I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, much less expect it..."
"You have it, Boromir." Legolas stopped the man from speaking by pressing his lips hard against the human's. Boromir slid his hands down Legolas' body, pulling him closer until their bodies were touching completely.
"You are too good for me." Boromir pulled away.
"That is for me to decide." Legolas told him. "But I beg of you, do not look to the future. We have each other today, and that is all that matters. I will not tolerate you pushing me away, Boromir."
"I will not, I promise you. But you must promise me something in return."
"Name it."
"Your friend... Aragorn. I do not trust him, even though he is heir to the throne of Gondor. I do not like the way he looks at you. Please, treat him with more vigilance than you may previously have done so."
"Aragorn is a friend, and a dear one at that." Legolas pulled sharply away from Boromir. "Who are you to tell me who I can and cannot trust?" His eyes burned with anger, and Boromir looked at him questioningly.
"Do you love him?"
"I do. As a friend." Legolas exclaimed reproachfully. "And his feelings for me are the same."
"He has blinded you. I thought as much."
"You know nothing about him. He has been a loyal friend for many years now. Do not make me choose between you and him, for the decision will be all too easy."
"I do not want you to choose." Boromir was stung by these harsh words. "All I want is for you to take care around him. You might not see the lust in his eyes, but I do, and I do not want you to be hurt by him." He placed his hand on Legolas' shoulder and squeezed it gently. "Please, let us not fight, sweet prince. I do not want to spend another minute out of your favour."
"Fine." Legolas sighed. "But you are wrong about Aragorn. He would not hurt me."
"As long as you are sure." Boromir's hand travelled up to the elf's hair, and he ran his fingers down it gently. "I do not wish to talk of him any longer. In fact..." He placed a soft kiss on Legolas' lips, "...I do not wish to talk at all."
Legolas responded by clinging onto Boromir and kissing him hungrily. They silently made their way over to the bed, their lips never parting. Finally, Legolas pulled away to slip off Boromir's tunic, and Boromir quickly did the same for his partner. Laying him down on the bed, Boromir climbed on top of the elf and ran his hands down his bare chest, adorning it with soft kisses.
"I want you to..." Legolas gasped raggedly, "...take me. I want to feel you in me. "
"How I've longed to hear those words." Boromir sighed. The rest of their clothing was quickly discarded until they were completely naked, and then they resumed their kissing, pushing up against one another, electricity soaring through them. Their occasional groans would not have been audible to anyone, if it were not for Aragorn, who stood outside the door, his ear pressed up against the door, and his body shaking with repressed fury.//
***
"Legolas..." Aragorn caught the elf's arm as Gimli walked on ahead through the forest, his figure becoming ever smaller as he diminished into the distance. Legolas sighed, shaking the hand off. "...talk to me, please."
"I have nothing to say to you."
"You cannot ignore me. I made a mistake, and for that I will be eternally regretful. But was it really so terrible that I deserve this stony silence from you?"
"I trusted you." Legolas hissed. "I always believed you to be a friend. A good friend. How wrong I was."
"You were not wrong. But I cannot help my feelings for you. I was wrong to kiss you; I know that. But I refuse to keep living a lie. Your relationship with Boromir awakened something within me, and I was consumed with jealousy. I took advantage of his death, and for that I will never forgive myself. Whatever my thoughts on Boromir, I respected him; I even loved him as a brother. But he had you, and for that I hated him. I love you, Legolas. Please do not hold that against me."
"How can I not?" Legolas asked him. "You have lied to me for all these years. I defended you to Boromir; he could see through you. I wish that I can say the same."
"He recognised it in me because he had the same feelings for you. But I never lied to you. I thought it would be easier not to tell you. But when I saw you and Boromir together, I found it nearly impossible to keep my feelings a secret. They had to come out eventually, Legolas. It just never seemed like the right time."
"Nay, it never would be." Legolas retorted. He hurried his pace. "We best keep up with Gimli."
"Please, Legolas." Aragorn begged him. "We must discuss this."
"No, we have another task at hand. Merry and Pippin's lives are more important than your feelings for me."
"You cannot ignore me forever." Aragorn told him firmly. "Sooner or later, we must address the mater."
"Later, then." Legolas told him adamantly. "Much later."