Legolas and Aragorn continued walking until they were far from the camp and well out of earshot. Legolas drew Aragorn in for a passionate kiss, flicking his tongue against Aragorn's lips. Aragorn's mouth opened eagerly, welcoming in Legolas' tongue and entwining his around it. They placed their bows and quivers against the ground, and then proceeded to divest each other of their clothing, hands fumbling in their haste. Legolas dipped his head to Aragorn's nipple and nipped it lightly. Aragorn gasped with the pleasure of it. He then trailed his tongue up the outside of Legolas ear, nibbling the sensitive tip. Legolas moaned, his Elven composure deserting him as the waves of sensation washed over him.

Their erections rubbed together as they embraced each other. Legolas slipped his hand down the front of Aragorn's leggings and rubbed his shaft lightly. Aragorn's hips bucked against Legolas' hand. Legolas then moved his hands around to Aragorn's back and stroked his cheeks. Aragorn's eyes widened. He was usually the dominant partner in their lovemaking.

"Legolas, what?" Aragorn questioned, his voice hoarse with excitement.

"I think it's my turn to be on top." Legolas darted his tongue into Aragorn's ear as he removed Aragorn's light leggings and breechcloth. Aragorn was too far gone to question as Legolas gently pushed him to the ground. Legolas slipped his finger into Aragorn's entrance, widening it. Aragorn moaned at the unfamiliar sensation, then gasped as Legolas' questing fingers found his node and caressed it. Then the fingers withdrew and Aragorn cried out in disappointment. Legolas smeared his shaft with the pre-cum as he prepared to enter Aragorn. Gently Legolas penetrated Aragorn and his hands reached around and fondled Aragorn's penis. He began to pump Aragorn in time with his strokes. Aragorn cried out, his hair hanging in sweat soaked tendrils around his face, as he entered the rhythm that Legolas dictated. Together they reached their climaxes, and collapsed on the ground.

Legolas' seed spurted into Aragorn, as Aragorn came over his hands. Legolas gently withdrew himself and rolled off Aragorn onto his back. He stared into the leaf-covered branches above him and felt vaguely unsatisfied. He wished that it had been red hair that had encircled his hands and that he had stared into the face of his lover as he watched her reach eternity. Still, Aragorn was a dear friend and better then jerking off into the forest loam. He raised himself onto his elbow and quirked an eyebrow at the disheveled Man.

"Shall we go hunting now?"

"Dear Eru, don't you ever stop?"

"Sometimes, yes, but we need something to show for our sojourn in the woods. I don't understand you Men. Why is it so bad to wish to share the company of the same sex? The Rohan are much more free about the warrior's need for company. You Gondorians are so up tight it's unbelievable, and you were very tight, hmmm?" Legolas raised an eyebrow and then got up and started to redress himself. Aragorn blushed a ruddy red under his tan.

"And I wouldn't worry about Arwen either. She understands about things like this, and she knows it has no effect on your feelings for her." Legolas continued whimsically, as Aragorn blanched.

"She never said! You bloody Elf! When did you tell her?"

"When we returned to Rivendell that time. She thanked me for looking after you, and teaching you so well." Aragorn raised a clenched fist to Legolas as he stood up. "Have a care my friend. The ways of Elves are not the ways of Men. Now get your clothes on, and let's go hunting. I thought I saw signs of deer over there."

Aragorn dressed and followed Legolas into the woods as the Elf tracked the deer. They stalked the herd and Legolas shot a young doe for dinner.

"Venison and rabbit tonight. We'll just say you shot it, all right? The Men will be glad that you bested me and it doesn't matter to me." Legolas told Aragorn as he dressed the deer. Aragorn frowned.

"This is unlike you Legolas. You are usually so competitive. I remember your competition with Gimli at the battle of Helmsdeep, over who could kill the most Orcs. Ah, I detect the scent of the fair maiden clouding the mind of our sweet Prince." Aragorn grinned roguishly, as Legolas' face went blank. "But seriously, Legolas, as the Prince of the Mirkwood Elfs, you will have to marry a full Elven maiden. Do not toy with Brianna, she is not strong enough for you." As Aragorn continued in a more serious note, concern deepening his voice. "What would your father say, and more to the point, what would he do to me? He'd probably cheer you on if you cover the girl, he being so shameless himself, but it could never be more then a casual relationship." Legolas whirled around, his arms covered in the deer's blood.

"Don't you think I realize that?! My heart aches for her because of what she has endured. I will not willingly add to her pain." Legolas turned back to the deer, his mouth tight. "Let us return to the camp, Aragorn." Legolas hoisted the warm body of the deer onto his shoulders and strode off. Aragorn picked up Legolas' discarded weapons and shirt and followed him.