DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Don't sue, I'm broke.
NOTES: Aragorn's POV.
A/N: Not very angsty at the moment...but things always happen when you least expect it.
A Secret Revealed - Chapter 3
It was many weeks, months possibly, since Legolas's recovery. He had word from Mirkwood; he was to return.
He told me, "I have to leave Rivendell...and you."
My heart lurched for a moment, to even think of being without Legolas was more than I could bear.
"Wait, Legolas, could I not come with you?" I enquired.
And so it was to be. Legolas would leave Rivendell for Mirkwood, and I was to ride alongside him; for the journey was perilous for a lone traveller, even one as skilled in combat as Legolas. I shuddered, remembering the last group of Orcs I had seen on the road towards Mirkwood. They journey would take several days, that I knew. Days. Alone, with Legolas. I grinned inwardly, for although he seemed unhappy to return to his home, we would finally be completely alone together.
Within a day we were on our way, our horses laden with packs and equipment. Legolas had his daggers, bow and quiver slung over his back, and I had a sword at my side. We rode speedily out of sight of Rivendell, for it is a place of such beauty it is hard to leave without looking back, but once we were far away, we slowed to a gentle trot, riding side by side, talking.
"What is it that makes you so unhappy to return home?" I asked Legolas.
"It is because of things I left behind," he replied without looking at me. "Things that I would rather stayed behind, which I would rather forget." He stopped suddenly, and we rode in silence.
"It is Valrodiel," he admitted suddenly, speaking the name of the elf-maiden he once courted. "I never really found the right words to tell her I had found another." He looked ashamed.
"What did you say to Arwen?"
"She already knew, I think," I replied, smiling as I thought of how selfless she was that night when the truth came out to her.
"Oh."
And we continued in silence. Eventually the sky began to grow dark, the sun disappearing behind the mountaintops in the distance. We had reached the Misty Mountains quite soon, and though we could both journey a lot longer, our horses needed rest, and we needed some form of nourishment.
"We should stop soon, find shelter," I said "Can you see anywhere, Legolas?" I asked, knowing to take advantage of his enhanced eyesight. He looked all about, eyes scanning the rocks.
"A cave," he said, pointing into the distance. "Possibly a mile, two miles from here at the most."
I looked in the direction he was pointing, but could not see much other than more rocks. But I trusted the elf's eyes, knowing he could see everything a lot more sharply than humans ever could, and see further. We were not let down. As we neared the spot, we found a small cave, just large enough to accommodate our horses and ourselves. We both leapt down as we got to the cave mouth, inspecting every inch of the cave to ensure its safety. Content with our search, we led the horses in and ate some of the food we had brought with us for the journey. It was four more days at least, to reach Mirkwood, so we rationed what we had carefully, saving most for the days to come.
Then as the night drew on, Legolas insisted I slept; telling me that he would keep watch, as he did not need to rest. I tried to argue, but he gave me a pleading expression that I could not resist, and found myself lying down, wrapped in my cloak and blanket, secretly glad to get a little sleep.
I awoke the next morning to find him watching me, a half-smile playing across his lips.
"Good morning my love," he said as I sat up, leaning in to kiss me. Putting a hand at the back of his neck, I pulled him in closer, deepening the kiss. I felt his tongue flicker out and lick my lips before plunging into my mouth, roaming, exploring every inch, I moaned in pleasure at the feeling his tongue made inside my mouth, and tried to keep my thoughts away from the idea of his lips and his tongue being elsewhere on my body, not wanting any undesired 'side-effects' of my thoughts. As I had found out in the past weeks, Legolas was far from being inexperienced. His kisses alone told me that, and I almost could not wait to see how experienced he was in other ways.
That particular thought really did have impact on certain parts of my body, and I felt a sudden hardening of my groin. Great, I thought, hoping that Legolas would not notice, and that my erection would either go away or that I could soon escape from his company for a few minutes to go behind a rock and relieve myself of the tension.
"Do you wish assistance with that?" Legolas asked, pulling away a little. His eyes sparkled with lust as without waiting for my reply he slipped a hand under the waistband of my breeches, fingering the organ that lay between my legs with such a soft touch it was difficult to comprehend whether his hand was there, or if I was just imagining it. Gently he pushed me back onto the blanket, carefully pulling down my breeches. Lying beside me, he captured my lips in another kiss, whilst reaching down and placing his hand around my swollen member. He rubbed at it, and I felt a shiver of pleasure run through my body. I whimpered into our kiss as his gentle rubbing became harder, faster, his thumb occasionally flicking over the end of my organ causing me to moan and shiver at the immense feeling of ecstasy he was causing.
"Legolas," I breathed, as the waves of pleasure coursed through my body.
"Do you not like this?" he asked, his hand slowing.
"No don't stop," I panted, feeling the climax of my pleasure approaching. "Faster, please." I begged.
He obliged, and I found myself coming closer and closer to the pure bliss of an orgasm. I breathed heavily, my vision blurring as the pleasurable feelings grew stronger, greater, and Legolas's skilful hands worked faster, harder, and faster still, and I felt I would burst if I did not reach orgasm soon. And then I came, releasing my cum into his hand, moaning his name.
He smiled at me, his eyes aglow with delight. Then he kissed me, gently and briefly, on the lips, and helped me to pull on my breeches again - a well-placed hand here and there almost causing me to become hard again. I noticed he had not asked for pleasure in return, but he was readily packing our things.
"We should get going," he announced "The horses are rested, and we are refreshed. If we keep going we should reach cover of trees by nightfall."
And so we continued on our journey, passing through the misty mountains, travelling along the road leading towards Mirkwood Forest. Legolas's eyes lit up as the first of the trees appeared far in the distance; although he was worried about returning home, I could see that in his heart he had missed the place, and would be glad to see his home again. I could not wait for the time when we rested again, and hope that it would be somewhere as sheltered and secluded as the cave we had slept in last night, for I had yet to return Legolas's favour of this morning.
TBC...
NOTES: Aragorn's POV.
A/N: Not very angsty at the moment...but things always happen when you least expect it.
A Secret Revealed - Chapter 3
It was many weeks, months possibly, since Legolas's recovery. He had word from Mirkwood; he was to return.
He told me, "I have to leave Rivendell...and you."
My heart lurched for a moment, to even think of being without Legolas was more than I could bear.
"Wait, Legolas, could I not come with you?" I enquired.
And so it was to be. Legolas would leave Rivendell for Mirkwood, and I was to ride alongside him; for the journey was perilous for a lone traveller, even one as skilled in combat as Legolas. I shuddered, remembering the last group of Orcs I had seen on the road towards Mirkwood. They journey would take several days, that I knew. Days. Alone, with Legolas. I grinned inwardly, for although he seemed unhappy to return to his home, we would finally be completely alone together.
Within a day we were on our way, our horses laden with packs and equipment. Legolas had his daggers, bow and quiver slung over his back, and I had a sword at my side. We rode speedily out of sight of Rivendell, for it is a place of such beauty it is hard to leave without looking back, but once we were far away, we slowed to a gentle trot, riding side by side, talking.
"What is it that makes you so unhappy to return home?" I asked Legolas.
"It is because of things I left behind," he replied without looking at me. "Things that I would rather stayed behind, which I would rather forget." He stopped suddenly, and we rode in silence.
"It is Valrodiel," he admitted suddenly, speaking the name of the elf-maiden he once courted. "I never really found the right words to tell her I had found another." He looked ashamed.
"What did you say to Arwen?"
"She already knew, I think," I replied, smiling as I thought of how selfless she was that night when the truth came out to her.
"Oh."
And we continued in silence. Eventually the sky began to grow dark, the sun disappearing behind the mountaintops in the distance. We had reached the Misty Mountains quite soon, and though we could both journey a lot longer, our horses needed rest, and we needed some form of nourishment.
"We should stop soon, find shelter," I said "Can you see anywhere, Legolas?" I asked, knowing to take advantage of his enhanced eyesight. He looked all about, eyes scanning the rocks.
"A cave," he said, pointing into the distance. "Possibly a mile, two miles from here at the most."
I looked in the direction he was pointing, but could not see much other than more rocks. But I trusted the elf's eyes, knowing he could see everything a lot more sharply than humans ever could, and see further. We were not let down. As we neared the spot, we found a small cave, just large enough to accommodate our horses and ourselves. We both leapt down as we got to the cave mouth, inspecting every inch of the cave to ensure its safety. Content with our search, we led the horses in and ate some of the food we had brought with us for the journey. It was four more days at least, to reach Mirkwood, so we rationed what we had carefully, saving most for the days to come.
Then as the night drew on, Legolas insisted I slept; telling me that he would keep watch, as he did not need to rest. I tried to argue, but he gave me a pleading expression that I could not resist, and found myself lying down, wrapped in my cloak and blanket, secretly glad to get a little sleep.
I awoke the next morning to find him watching me, a half-smile playing across his lips.
"Good morning my love," he said as I sat up, leaning in to kiss me. Putting a hand at the back of his neck, I pulled him in closer, deepening the kiss. I felt his tongue flicker out and lick my lips before plunging into my mouth, roaming, exploring every inch, I moaned in pleasure at the feeling his tongue made inside my mouth, and tried to keep my thoughts away from the idea of his lips and his tongue being elsewhere on my body, not wanting any undesired 'side-effects' of my thoughts. As I had found out in the past weeks, Legolas was far from being inexperienced. His kisses alone told me that, and I almost could not wait to see how experienced he was in other ways.
That particular thought really did have impact on certain parts of my body, and I felt a sudden hardening of my groin. Great, I thought, hoping that Legolas would not notice, and that my erection would either go away or that I could soon escape from his company for a few minutes to go behind a rock and relieve myself of the tension.
"Do you wish assistance with that?" Legolas asked, pulling away a little. His eyes sparkled with lust as without waiting for my reply he slipped a hand under the waistband of my breeches, fingering the organ that lay between my legs with such a soft touch it was difficult to comprehend whether his hand was there, or if I was just imagining it. Gently he pushed me back onto the blanket, carefully pulling down my breeches. Lying beside me, he captured my lips in another kiss, whilst reaching down and placing his hand around my swollen member. He rubbed at it, and I felt a shiver of pleasure run through my body. I whimpered into our kiss as his gentle rubbing became harder, faster, his thumb occasionally flicking over the end of my organ causing me to moan and shiver at the immense feeling of ecstasy he was causing.
"Legolas," I breathed, as the waves of pleasure coursed through my body.
"Do you not like this?" he asked, his hand slowing.
"No don't stop," I panted, feeling the climax of my pleasure approaching. "Faster, please." I begged.
He obliged, and I found myself coming closer and closer to the pure bliss of an orgasm. I breathed heavily, my vision blurring as the pleasurable feelings grew stronger, greater, and Legolas's skilful hands worked faster, harder, and faster still, and I felt I would burst if I did not reach orgasm soon. And then I came, releasing my cum into his hand, moaning his name.
He smiled at me, his eyes aglow with delight. Then he kissed me, gently and briefly, on the lips, and helped me to pull on my breeches again - a well-placed hand here and there almost causing me to become hard again. I noticed he had not asked for pleasure in return, but he was readily packing our things.
"We should get going," he announced "The horses are rested, and we are refreshed. If we keep going we should reach cover of trees by nightfall."
And so we continued on our journey, passing through the misty mountains, travelling along the road leading towards Mirkwood Forest. Legolas's eyes lit up as the first of the trees appeared far in the distance; although he was worried about returning home, I could see that in his heart he had missed the place, and would be glad to see his home again. I could not wait for the time when we rested again, and hope that it would be somewhere as sheltered and secluded as the cave we had slept in last night, for I had yet to return Legolas's favour of this morning.
TBC...