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NOTES: Legolas's POV
A/N: Raising the rating for this one...
A Secret Shared - Chapter 10
Tonight is the night. Tonight, my greatest dreams come true. Tonight, Aragorn will come to me, and we shall at last be as one. I cannot describe how joyful this makes me feel, nor can I explain the extent of the love I hold for the man; he means the world to me. And finally, we can show each other how strongly we feel. My body has ached for such a thing for a while; it has sometimes been difficult to hide. I can barely wait to hear the special knock on the door, to hold him in my arms in such a way I have never been able to before.
After speaking with Aragorn in an empty part of the gardens, I made my way quickly back to the house. Once there, I went to bathe a while before later, allowing the warm water to run over me, wishing Aragorn was there to share such a moment. I wanted to sit him in front of me, and wash him inch by inch with a washcloth, then kiss each inch as it was cleaned. Then I would take his hand and lead him to the bed. These thoughts were mere wishes. One day, I hoped, we could do that.
When I finished bathing, I dressed, re-braided my hair, and sat by the window, watching the moon as it rose bit by bit into the night sky, wishing it would move faster, so the time would come when Aragorn would knock on my door, and we would make love.
Thinking back to our earlier meeting, Aragorn seemed surprised that I knew what he was trying to say. I wanted to hear him say it, but he seemed to have trouble with saying such a thing - I think he was a little embarrassed, and I could tell he hadn't suggested such a thing to anyone before. He seemed a little shocked that I could say it so easily, but this is why: it was something I had been trying to stop myself from asking for a while; I was worried I would turn him away if I asked for such a thing. Then I realised it was what he wanted too, and I no longer needed to hold back.
A knock at the door interrupted my reverie. I listened. Three knocks. Pause. Two knocks. Hurriedly I put out the candles, allowing only the soft light of the moon - now risen high into the midnight sky - to bathe the room with her pale glow. It provided just enough light to see a silhouette of everything. I felt a little self conscious as I arranged myself - in what I hoped was an alluring way - on the bed.
"Come in," I called out. Through the gloom, I could see the door open, and he walked in, a mere shadow in the half darkness, and closed the door behind him again. I watched as he came towards me, slowly and silently.
Then I felt his lips crash down upon mine, in a kiss of fiery passion and desire, tongue ravishing my mouth sending shivers down my spine, I closed my eyes, and felt one of his hands tangled in my hair at the back of my head, the other pushing me down to lay back on the bed. As we continued kissing, I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the softness of his clothing beneath my fingers and his hair falling upon my face, smelling of the earth. I felt his hands travelling downwards to the place in between my legs, stroking, caressing, until my organ was hardened and pushing hard against the material of my clothes. Then I felt him pull at them, and withdrawing my arms from around him, helped him cast my clothes to the floor, my elfhood finally exposed to the air. He took it in his hands, running his thumb over the tip and causing the pleasure to rise within my body. Then he pulled away from kissing me, and as I was about to reach out and pull him back, I felt him take my organ into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it, licking and sucking as my arousal grew and my breathing laboured. Then he took it as far into his mouth as possible, I could feel the end of my elfhood brush the back of his throat, as he sucked more, running his tongue over parts of it. I could feel myself climaxing, as my breather grew heavier still; as I hit my climax, I could not help but call out Aragorn's name as I came in his mouth, shocks of pleasure running though my body.
All hope that no one had heard were dashed when I heard an angry voice say, "What in Middle Earth is going on here?"
I groaned inwardly. Aragorn and I had been caught. We would be cast of Rivendell, banished, I would be sent from my family in Mirkwood a disgrace, and we'd be forced to live as outcasts. All because we were not careful enough.
Opening my eyes, I saw that the room was filled with candlelight. I looked to the door, expecting to see Lord Elrond, or one of his sons. A sick feeling entered my stomach as I saw what I least expected. A saddened but angry face, eyes glistening with tears looked back at me.
Eyes widening, I could feel my mouth open in shock. I did not dare to look at the man crouching between my legs as I spoke the name of the man at the door, my voice high with anguish.
"Aragorn?!"
NOTES: Legolas's POV
A/N: Raising the rating for this one...
A Secret Shared - Chapter 10
Tonight is the night. Tonight, my greatest dreams come true. Tonight, Aragorn will come to me, and we shall at last be as one. I cannot describe how joyful this makes me feel, nor can I explain the extent of the love I hold for the man; he means the world to me. And finally, we can show each other how strongly we feel. My body has ached for such a thing for a while; it has sometimes been difficult to hide. I can barely wait to hear the special knock on the door, to hold him in my arms in such a way I have never been able to before.
After speaking with Aragorn in an empty part of the gardens, I made my way quickly back to the house. Once there, I went to bathe a while before later, allowing the warm water to run over me, wishing Aragorn was there to share such a moment. I wanted to sit him in front of me, and wash him inch by inch with a washcloth, then kiss each inch as it was cleaned. Then I would take his hand and lead him to the bed. These thoughts were mere wishes. One day, I hoped, we could do that.
When I finished bathing, I dressed, re-braided my hair, and sat by the window, watching the moon as it rose bit by bit into the night sky, wishing it would move faster, so the time would come when Aragorn would knock on my door, and we would make love.
Thinking back to our earlier meeting, Aragorn seemed surprised that I knew what he was trying to say. I wanted to hear him say it, but he seemed to have trouble with saying such a thing - I think he was a little embarrassed, and I could tell he hadn't suggested such a thing to anyone before. He seemed a little shocked that I could say it so easily, but this is why: it was something I had been trying to stop myself from asking for a while; I was worried I would turn him away if I asked for such a thing. Then I realised it was what he wanted too, and I no longer needed to hold back.
A knock at the door interrupted my reverie. I listened. Three knocks. Pause. Two knocks. Hurriedly I put out the candles, allowing only the soft light of the moon - now risen high into the midnight sky - to bathe the room with her pale glow. It provided just enough light to see a silhouette of everything. I felt a little self conscious as I arranged myself - in what I hoped was an alluring way - on the bed.
"Come in," I called out. Through the gloom, I could see the door open, and he walked in, a mere shadow in the half darkness, and closed the door behind him again. I watched as he came towards me, slowly and silently.
Then I felt his lips crash down upon mine, in a kiss of fiery passion and desire, tongue ravishing my mouth sending shivers down my spine, I closed my eyes, and felt one of his hands tangled in my hair at the back of my head, the other pushing me down to lay back on the bed. As we continued kissing, I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the softness of his clothing beneath my fingers and his hair falling upon my face, smelling of the earth. I felt his hands travelling downwards to the place in between my legs, stroking, caressing, until my organ was hardened and pushing hard against the material of my clothes. Then I felt him pull at them, and withdrawing my arms from around him, helped him cast my clothes to the floor, my elfhood finally exposed to the air. He took it in his hands, running his thumb over the tip and causing the pleasure to rise within my body. Then he pulled away from kissing me, and as I was about to reach out and pull him back, I felt him take my organ into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it, licking and sucking as my arousal grew and my breathing laboured. Then he took it as far into his mouth as possible, I could feel the end of my elfhood brush the back of his throat, as he sucked more, running his tongue over parts of it. I could feel myself climaxing, as my breather grew heavier still; as I hit my climax, I could not help but call out Aragorn's name as I came in his mouth, shocks of pleasure running though my body.
All hope that no one had heard were dashed when I heard an angry voice say, "What in Middle Earth is going on here?"
I groaned inwardly. Aragorn and I had been caught. We would be cast of Rivendell, banished, I would be sent from my family in Mirkwood a disgrace, and we'd be forced to live as outcasts. All because we were not careful enough.
Opening my eyes, I saw that the room was filled with candlelight. I looked to the door, expecting to see Lord Elrond, or one of his sons. A sick feeling entered my stomach as I saw what I least expected. A saddened but angry face, eyes glistening with tears looked back at me.
Eyes widening, I could feel my mouth open in shock. I did not dare to look at the man crouching between my legs as I spoke the name of the man at the door, my voice high with anguish.
"Aragorn?!"