Thanks for all the reviews. ^.~ I'm not sure why but I'm supposed to turn off anonymous postings, so if I A. Figure out why and B. how to do that I suppose I will. Maybe not though. C'est une mystere!
Ano… I'm babbling.
Anyway, to clarify: Aragorn has been told he is a man, but treats himself as an elf anyway, and still calls elves his kin. He doesn't, however, really know how their bodies react with desire for battle or food, etc, not being an elf.
Seems a little obvious, but I wanted to make sure.
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That
morning, Aragorn awoke and found the elf covered in a cold sweat. He checked
his wounds, but found no traces of poison. Legolas winded at his brief touch,
and moaned.
"Aragorn! Go!" The elf swallowed and backed away, before closing his
eyes in a wave of nausea.
"You are hurt still, let me help!"
"I am not hurt, Aragorn." He got to his feet weakly.
"Really."
"We to move on; orcs may come."
"Orcs will not come, we are close enough to Rivendell." Legolas just shifted
his eyes and sank to the ground into a defensive position.
"Three days
away is not close enough.
"There are rangers about. My own brothers should not be far.
"Please, just, let us just continue. He replaced his blankets into his
pack.
"Fine." Aragorn huffed and grabbed his pack. Legolas just shook his
head and followed his quick footsteps.
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The sun set, yet Estel showed no hint of stopping. The elf was growing weak, but
the man showed no signs of observation, nor did he hear the rustling noise a
few paces ahead. Legolas swiftly grabbed Aragorn and stopped him in his tracks.
Shushing him, Legolas crept slowly ahead, beckoning with his hand. They came to
a clearing. Through the dull light, he could make out the shapes of Elladan and
Elrohir.
Unable to turn away, he watched guiltily. He almost groaned too loudly as he saw Elrohir caressing his twin's hardened nipple, while Elladan crushed his lips into his brother's. Legolas could see Elrohir's rigid length, and Elladan lightly stroking it, as Elrohir moaned and thrust his hips into Elladan's hand, but did not yet get his release.
Elladan slowly
took his wrists and pinned them above his brother's head, and suckled his neck.
But when Elrohir groaned again, lust overcame him. He quickly trailed his mouth
down and took in his brother's length, releasing the tension in one swirling motion.
Legolas felt himself weaken, even in the bare moonlight he could make out so
much passion. He heard Aragorn tap him to ask what was going on, and a cold sweat
broke out upon his face. Knowing he could not resist much longer after seeing
the twins, he took Aragorn's arm and led him away, an idea already formed about
what would happen in the clearing. Shivering with cold and desire, he weakly
fell to the ground.
"Legolas?"
"Good night, Estel." He heard the man sigh and turn his back.
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