DISCLAIMER: We all know these characters aren't mine. They belong to the Tolkien Estate, not me. Except Valrodiel, who is an original character. Cerilion and Tatharan are original characters.
RATING: NC-17
NOTES: Aragorn's POV
A Secret Revealed - Chapter 9
Legolas dragged me far into the woods, to a little spinney where we could be alone. We fell into a fury of passionate kissing as soon as we reached there, and I felt him push me back against a tree as he pulled at my clothing, stripping me down to little more than what I was born with, running his warm, smooth hands over my skin, stroking it with his delicately long fingers. Reaching out, I helped him shed his own clothes, and he trailed kisses down my neck, stopping to suckle on a nipple, running his tongue around it and causing shivers to course through my body.
He ran his hands all over me; caressing every inch of skin he could lay his hands on. I became hard very soon under his touch, and he ran a finger down my length causing me to inhale slightly at the elf's light touch. Then he began to run his hand up and down my length, gathering speed. I could feel the friction build, but no, I didn't want it this way this time. I wanted *him.*
"Legolas, wait," I breathed, "I want you...I want you to claim me as your own."
He kissed me hard, trailing his hands from my organ, and resting them on my hips, pulling me close to him, against him. Our erections rubbed together as he ground against me, both of us whimpering in pleasure. Then he kissed me again, pulling me further away from the tree he had made me lean against. Trailing kisses from my lips, along my jaw and down my neck, he moved behind me, pushing me to bend over a little.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked
"Yes, I am sure," I breathed, desperate to feel him inside me.
"Have you done this before?" Legolas asked.
"No...not this way...but I shall be fine," I replied, closing my eyes and waiting for that sensation I had longed to feel.
"It may hurt, at first," Legolas warned and I nodded wishing he would do what I wanted him to without so many questions, yet it warmed my heart that he was concerned about me.
I could sense him moving closer, positioning himself at my opening. And then with a slight sharp - but not lasting - pain thrust into me, and I began my descent into the throes of pure pleasure. With each thrust the feeling was more and more intense, the sensations coursing through my body, I felt myself nearing some sort of climax, like I never had done before. My manhood was throbbing between my legs, and I took it in my hand, rubbing as Legolas thrust, coming closer and closer to the peak of our passion. I moaned at the feeling of him inside of me, it felt so amazing, so right; I never wanted this to end but I knew it would do, as soon as we reached our climaxes.
I came closer and closer to an orgasm, my body shivering and my breathing laboured, emitting small whimpers and moans. I had never imagined this could feel so good.
As I came I cried out Legolas's name as my seed spilled onto my hands, the sensations I felt so beautiful I wondered that I hadn't died. Legolas came inside me with a moan, then withdrew his elfhood, regaining his regular breathing faster that I could. Then he took me into his arms and I lay my head upon his shoulder. We embraced for what seemed like an age, but even that would not have been long enough for me to spend time with the fair prince.
"I love you, Estel," he whispered.
"I love you too," I whispered back, nuzzling against his neck.
We kissed again, slowly and lovingly, my hands tangled in his soft hair and his wrapped around my waist. I breathed in his scent, like the fresh smell of the earth after the rain, losing myself into his presence only for a moment before we were interrupted by a cough.
"Would you two care to dress before I look again?" I did not recognise the voice, but by Legolas's sudden panic-stricken expression, he did.
"Cerilion?" he called out, as we hastily pulled on our clothes.
"Yes, it is I," replied the voice.
"All right, we are clothed now," Legolas said, no trace of fear in his voice, but it all showed within his eyes.
Another elf stepped into the glade, also blond by with a much more angular face than Legolas had; he was slightly taller too, and his eyes a stormy grey. I quickly stared at the ground after taking in his appearance, feeling embarrassed about the way he had found Legolas and I.
"Greetings, my friend," the elf smiled at Legolas, who didn't meet eye contact but merely replied in a similar way.
"Well, this is...interesting," said Cerilion, casting a glance at me. "How long has this been going on, Legolas?"
"Quite a while now," Legolas answered quietly, sounding as if he were awaiting execution.
"Your father will not approve; I am sure of it."
"My father wishes me to be wed to a woman for whom I feel nothing," Legolas answered.
"But you feel for this...man?" the elf asked. Legolas did not reply.
"Well?" Cerilion pressed.
"Yes," Legolas replied, his voice suddenly strong and certain. "And I intend to allow nothing and no one to come between us. I would fight the Dark Lord himself if only to be with this man, who is known as Aragorn, or Strider the ranger."
"Your words are noble and fierce my friend," replied Cerilion. "I do not find fault in where you find your love, yet I fear that your father may."
"He will never find out; I do not intend to tell him. And I hope you do not either."
"Nay, I shan't tell, it is for the king to find out for himself, and if he does may it work out well for you."
"You understand?" Legolas sounded surprised.
Cerilion heaved a sigh. "Legolas, too many people I know have lived their lives unhappily because they had to hide the true feelings, I do not wish this to become of any of my friends. However, I do suggest you find places more private in which to embrace; the forest is not as private as it used to be," he warned.
The atmosphere in the little copse still felt awkward, despite Cerilion's admission that he did not find our love a problem.
"It is difficult for us to find place in which to meet," explained Legolas, "for our rooms are too close to the rest of the palace; I thought this place would be secluded enough, yet it seems it is not so."
"I am certain that you will find somewhere," Cerilion replied, "I cannot offer you a place to go myself, but Tatharan may; that is if you choose to tell him."
"Tatharan may not agree with this kind of love," Legolas said. "He always seemed content with the elf maidens he met with."
"It is but a disguise," the taller elf commented. "For though it is women he is seen with, his desire is much different...but would be frowned upon," he sighed.
"As would *our* love," Legolas stood closer to me. "We are lucky that those who know are accepting of it, but they are few in number. I would dearly like to be rid of this façade Aragorn and I have been keeping up, so that we might live more freely, but it does not seem to be something that could happen."
"Tatharan will understand your position, Legolas. He will sympathise. You know well that his residence is far from anyone else. I suggest you go and talk to him; I shall accompany you if you wish, for I must speak with him myself."
Legolas sighed, "We can but try."
With that, we began to make our way back out of the forest, Cerilion making cheery conversation with both of us. He and Legolas had been friends for hundreds of years, I found out; and Cerilion now dwelt in the southern part of Mirkwood, and was a guardsman in the Kings army. He also fought with a bow and did not use daggers like Legolas did but instead had a longsword. He spoke in a friendly way to me, and I soon felt as if I had known him for years; and was glad that someone like this could understand things from the perspective of Legolas and myself.
Eventually we reached the place where Tatharan lived.
"Legolas, maybe you should knock, he would be pleased to see you," Cerilion smiled, and stepped back from the door to allow Legolas to rap on the wood.
He knocked sharply, and after a few moments there was a sound behind the door, and it opened to reveal an elf that looked slightly older that Legolas or Cerilion, his hair dark blond and unbraided, his eyes sleepy.
"Legolas!" he exclaimed when he saw the elf prince, "It has been so long since I saw you! How are you?"
"I am well, thank you Tatharan," Legolas replied. "Cerilion is with me, as is Strider, a ranger I met in Rivendell long ago."
Tatharan stepped back from the door to allow us to go in, welcoming us as we went inside.
"What brings you here?" inquired Tatharan. Legolas looked to me, and to Cerilion, who nodded in encouragement, and began to explain.
RATING: NC-17
NOTES: Aragorn's POV
A Secret Revealed - Chapter 9
Legolas dragged me far into the woods, to a little spinney where we could be alone. We fell into a fury of passionate kissing as soon as we reached there, and I felt him push me back against a tree as he pulled at my clothing, stripping me down to little more than what I was born with, running his warm, smooth hands over my skin, stroking it with his delicately long fingers. Reaching out, I helped him shed his own clothes, and he trailed kisses down my neck, stopping to suckle on a nipple, running his tongue around it and causing shivers to course through my body.
He ran his hands all over me; caressing every inch of skin he could lay his hands on. I became hard very soon under his touch, and he ran a finger down my length causing me to inhale slightly at the elf's light touch. Then he began to run his hand up and down my length, gathering speed. I could feel the friction build, but no, I didn't want it this way this time. I wanted *him.*
"Legolas, wait," I breathed, "I want you...I want you to claim me as your own."
He kissed me hard, trailing his hands from my organ, and resting them on my hips, pulling me close to him, against him. Our erections rubbed together as he ground against me, both of us whimpering in pleasure. Then he kissed me again, pulling me further away from the tree he had made me lean against. Trailing kisses from my lips, along my jaw and down my neck, he moved behind me, pushing me to bend over a little.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked
"Yes, I am sure," I breathed, desperate to feel him inside me.
"Have you done this before?" Legolas asked.
"No...not this way...but I shall be fine," I replied, closing my eyes and waiting for that sensation I had longed to feel.
"It may hurt, at first," Legolas warned and I nodded wishing he would do what I wanted him to without so many questions, yet it warmed my heart that he was concerned about me.
I could sense him moving closer, positioning himself at my opening. And then with a slight sharp - but not lasting - pain thrust into me, and I began my descent into the throes of pure pleasure. With each thrust the feeling was more and more intense, the sensations coursing through my body, I felt myself nearing some sort of climax, like I never had done before. My manhood was throbbing between my legs, and I took it in my hand, rubbing as Legolas thrust, coming closer and closer to the peak of our passion. I moaned at the feeling of him inside of me, it felt so amazing, so right; I never wanted this to end but I knew it would do, as soon as we reached our climaxes.
I came closer and closer to an orgasm, my body shivering and my breathing laboured, emitting small whimpers and moans. I had never imagined this could feel so good.
As I came I cried out Legolas's name as my seed spilled onto my hands, the sensations I felt so beautiful I wondered that I hadn't died. Legolas came inside me with a moan, then withdrew his elfhood, regaining his regular breathing faster that I could. Then he took me into his arms and I lay my head upon his shoulder. We embraced for what seemed like an age, but even that would not have been long enough for me to spend time with the fair prince.
"I love you, Estel," he whispered.
"I love you too," I whispered back, nuzzling against his neck.
We kissed again, slowly and lovingly, my hands tangled in his soft hair and his wrapped around my waist. I breathed in his scent, like the fresh smell of the earth after the rain, losing myself into his presence only for a moment before we were interrupted by a cough.
"Would you two care to dress before I look again?" I did not recognise the voice, but by Legolas's sudden panic-stricken expression, he did.
"Cerilion?" he called out, as we hastily pulled on our clothes.
"Yes, it is I," replied the voice.
"All right, we are clothed now," Legolas said, no trace of fear in his voice, but it all showed within his eyes.
Another elf stepped into the glade, also blond by with a much more angular face than Legolas had; he was slightly taller too, and his eyes a stormy grey. I quickly stared at the ground after taking in his appearance, feeling embarrassed about the way he had found Legolas and I.
"Greetings, my friend," the elf smiled at Legolas, who didn't meet eye contact but merely replied in a similar way.
"Well, this is...interesting," said Cerilion, casting a glance at me. "How long has this been going on, Legolas?"
"Quite a while now," Legolas answered quietly, sounding as if he were awaiting execution.
"Your father will not approve; I am sure of it."
"My father wishes me to be wed to a woman for whom I feel nothing," Legolas answered.
"But you feel for this...man?" the elf asked. Legolas did not reply.
"Well?" Cerilion pressed.
"Yes," Legolas replied, his voice suddenly strong and certain. "And I intend to allow nothing and no one to come between us. I would fight the Dark Lord himself if only to be with this man, who is known as Aragorn, or Strider the ranger."
"Your words are noble and fierce my friend," replied Cerilion. "I do not find fault in where you find your love, yet I fear that your father may."
"He will never find out; I do not intend to tell him. And I hope you do not either."
"Nay, I shan't tell, it is for the king to find out for himself, and if he does may it work out well for you."
"You understand?" Legolas sounded surprised.
Cerilion heaved a sigh. "Legolas, too many people I know have lived their lives unhappily because they had to hide the true feelings, I do not wish this to become of any of my friends. However, I do suggest you find places more private in which to embrace; the forest is not as private as it used to be," he warned.
The atmosphere in the little copse still felt awkward, despite Cerilion's admission that he did not find our love a problem.
"It is difficult for us to find place in which to meet," explained Legolas, "for our rooms are too close to the rest of the palace; I thought this place would be secluded enough, yet it seems it is not so."
"I am certain that you will find somewhere," Cerilion replied, "I cannot offer you a place to go myself, but Tatharan may; that is if you choose to tell him."
"Tatharan may not agree with this kind of love," Legolas said. "He always seemed content with the elf maidens he met with."
"It is but a disguise," the taller elf commented. "For though it is women he is seen with, his desire is much different...but would be frowned upon," he sighed.
"As would *our* love," Legolas stood closer to me. "We are lucky that those who know are accepting of it, but they are few in number. I would dearly like to be rid of this façade Aragorn and I have been keeping up, so that we might live more freely, but it does not seem to be something that could happen."
"Tatharan will understand your position, Legolas. He will sympathise. You know well that his residence is far from anyone else. I suggest you go and talk to him; I shall accompany you if you wish, for I must speak with him myself."
Legolas sighed, "We can but try."
With that, we began to make our way back out of the forest, Cerilion making cheery conversation with both of us. He and Legolas had been friends for hundreds of years, I found out; and Cerilion now dwelt in the southern part of Mirkwood, and was a guardsman in the Kings army. He also fought with a bow and did not use daggers like Legolas did but instead had a longsword. He spoke in a friendly way to me, and I soon felt as if I had known him for years; and was glad that someone like this could understand things from the perspective of Legolas and myself.
Eventually we reached the place where Tatharan lived.
"Legolas, maybe you should knock, he would be pleased to see you," Cerilion smiled, and stepped back from the door to allow Legolas to rap on the wood.
He knocked sharply, and after a few moments there was a sound behind the door, and it opened to reveal an elf that looked slightly older that Legolas or Cerilion, his hair dark blond and unbraided, his eyes sleepy.
"Legolas!" he exclaimed when he saw the elf prince, "It has been so long since I saw you! How are you?"
"I am well, thank you Tatharan," Legolas replied. "Cerilion is with me, as is Strider, a ranger I met in Rivendell long ago."
Tatharan stepped back from the door to allow us to go in, welcoming us as we went inside.
"What brings you here?" inquired Tatharan. Legolas looked to me, and to Cerilion, who nodded in encouragement, and began to explain.