Her words rang in my head as I walked through the woods. The Lothlorien elves where singing a lament for Gandalf. It brought tears to my eyes to hear their voices full of sorrow. My heart wept bitterly, cursing the evils of this world for his death. I was so upset that I didn't realize that I had wandered far from where the fellowship was sleeping. I sat down on the cool earth and tied to calm my racing heart and troubled mind.

"Legolas?"

I jumped. How long had I been sitting there? And who.but I didn't need to ask for I knew that it was Aragorn who stood behind me. Slowly I turned to face him. And for the first time since arriving in Rivendell I was conscience of my appearance, I knew that my hair was now matted and a mess. I looked into his stormy blue eyes and tried to read his emotions but I couldn't.

"Legolas, are you okay?" His voice was fill with concern as he sat on the ground next to me.

"I'm upset over Mithrandir," I said slowly. He reached with his weathered to rub my neck. His deliberate touch shocked me. The rough hand had a soft gentle touch, and after a few minutes of silence he draped his strong arm around my shoulders.

"You knew him better than I did. The loss will hurt us greatly. I don't know how to sort my emotions," Aragorn said. I looked deep into his eyes there were tears brimmed high within them. The dark mortal blinked sending a tear cascading down his high cheek. Yet, a long, slender finger caught the tear, I brought my finger to my lips and kissed the tear away.

Aragorn laid back onto the ground and stretched. As he stared up into the darkening sky I could bear it no more. I needed someone to hold I needed something to help me cope with the loss of Mithrandir.

I was cautious as I leaned over his body. I place a hand on each of his shoulders, pushing him deeper into the ground. He was startled, then he smiled. It was good to see him smile like that, holding a certain desire so close beneath the surface. His callused hand slipped to the back of my neck and drew me in close; his weathered lips were a few short inches from mine.

"Let's help each other cope with our sorrows," I whispered softly into his ear. A short nod of the head was all the reply I got, until, his lips met mine. I have never tasted lips so sweet, even to this day. The first kiss was soft and still tentative. I had kept his thoughts for Arwen in the back my mind; I had no intention of tearing them apart.

Our soft kiss broke gently, I looked deep into his eyes. I wanted to be able to know if he wanted what I now desired with a passion. Aragorn's eyes stared back at me with a desire that was even greater than my own. As he pulled me closer to him I could feel his heartbeat pounding against my ribs, our bodies were so close to each other.

As our lips met this time there was less hesitation, and more force. I wanted more, we both needed more, and our hearts were burning with desire. I slowly slipped my tongue into his mouth. As our tongues met the fire was stroked. I pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. I broke away and looked him in the eye, questioning him. A brief nod, accompanied by a twisted smile, I began to disrobe him.

Slowly I unbuttoned his tunic, kissing his chest as I made my way down his abdomen. The callused fingers wrapped themselves into my long, golden hair, encouraging me. My slender fingers reached his leggings. I slowly slid them over his sex, which now stood erect. A low moan escaped his lips; the leggings were cast aside.

My lips softly kissed the tip of his head. Slowly, I licked him from tip to base, admiring his length. Then, without teasing him more I took him into my mouth. Another deep moan echoed from within him. As my tongue ran over and over him I could taste his sweet skin. I sucked on him gently drawing him in deeper, drawing a moan from him each time.

"Legolas," he managed to say. I pulled away and looked up at him, a liquid- like pearl glistened on my lip and I licked it away. Aragorn pulled me up to face him and then began to undress me. His breath was hot against my neck as my tunic was removed.

As my leggings were stripped from my body Aragorn gently pulled me to all fours. Then, he moved behind me, placing his hands on my hips. Slowly he kissed my spine and grabbed my buttocks. I felt a desire, but I also felt fear. Never had I done any of this before. I knew not how to feel or what to do. But, I didn't want to displease Aragorn, I wanted him to have what he wanted.

"Prince of Mirkwood, are you ready?" Aragorn asked playfully, having no clue that this would be a first for me. His finger slipped around my hole. With a deep breath, I managed to whisper yes.

I gasped as your bodies connected, as he thrust himself inside of me. I will admit that it was painful at first. The pumping of his hips was quick and rough, bringing tears to my eyes as my skin was torn. From his moans I knew that he was enjoying himself. Yet, for my first time he was being so rough. Aragorn had never hurt me in my life, never had he even posed the threat to. So, I found it hard to think that what he did now was meant to be painful.

"Aragorn," I managed to speak. "Please, your hurting me." I cared not if I sounded childish for I was in pain. But, as soon as he heard my words he slowed and became gentler with his thrusts.

"I didn't mean to pain you," he said. Then, slowly he wrapped his strong hand around my sex and stroked it in time with his pumping, pulling forth a full erection and deep moans from me. I could tell when he neared climax. His thrust became harder and as he pumped my sex his grip grew firmer. I now enjoyed the feeling of his touch. His breath came in short gasps and then his seed was sown inside me. With a moan he laid back on to the ground and beckoned me to lay with him, I did.

The rough hand slipped over me again. Then, the proud man slid down and kissed my sex. He swirled his tongue around my head and then took me in fully. The sudden wetness and heat of his mouth was entrancing. I had been nearing climax before, now I fought it to make this pleasure last longer. His tongue slipped over me again and again. With my breath coming in short gasps and a deep moan I climax, something impossible to describe.

We lay together for several minutes with our hearts still racing. Both of us had experienced each other and found great pleasure. After several minutes Aragorn gathered our clothes, handing me mine. As we redressed he spoke.

"It is now very late. They will be curious to find where we are." I nodded and stood up. We were now fully clothed but I was a mess, hair disheveled with a twig or two in it. Aragorn looked at me, smiled, and then offered his hand to me. I took it and kissed it lightly.

"I'm going to stay here for a while." He looked puzzled but simply shrugged and walked back towards camp. I sat back down and began to comb my long hair with my fingers. I worked at it for a very long time until every knot and tangle had dissolved. As I did this, my mind was slurred with confusion. I felt like I had torn Aragorn from his lover and that I had shamed myself by being with another man.

As I looked through the trees I realized it was quickly nearing dawn. With a sigh I stood and stretched. Then, a thought came to my mind; Haldir would be able to help me with my confusion. With the cool predawn breeze at my back I set off to find the golden elf.

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A/N: I know that this was a bit bad, but be nice my first real attempt to write true slash. Thank you to all that reviewed! I WILL be writing more. And please review!