Before Aragorn had a chance to even get up, he found himself
overpowered by Legolas, together with a rope and a knife.
'You – what on earth do you think you are doing?' Aragorn panicked and began writhing against the rope which held his hands together and his legs together. Legolas only smirked lightly, which made Aragorn shiver in fear. He might be taller but in terms of age, he certainly was very junior compared to the elf.
'On the bed now,' Legolas said, leading Aragorn to the bed. Aragorn indignantly resisted and was forced to surrender when the knife blade was pressed dangerously against his jugular vein, drawing little droplets of blood.
'I surrender,' resentfully, the king of Gondor muttered as he felt a delighted smirk come from the elf. Then, to his greatest alarm, a blindfold was pressed neatly over his eyes, sinking his world into pure darkness. Aragorn spluttered in his indignant and started thinking dramatically.
'Oh Valar, he is going to murder me. To assassinate me! My kingly life shall end in minutes!' As he puzzled over why his elf friend would want to murder him, Aragorn felt himself being pushed forcefully onto to bed. He heard light chuckling as his knees were being kicked lightly at until he was kneeling on the bed, completely unaware of what Legolas intended to do.
In fact, it was probably better that he did not know for Legolas had something very nastily pleasuring in mind.
The seconds ticked by as Aragorn kneeled humbly on the bed, his hair hanging limply as he bowed his head in surrender, he would never win the elf in this.
Then, the sinking of one end of the bed told him that Legolas was getting onto the bed. Indeed, less than a second later, he felt a silky soft voice blowing air into his ear, his neck, making him squirm.
'Ah, not so gung-ho now, are we, little mortal?'
'What do you want, elf?'
'Why – I thought it was obvious,'
'Stop your elven tricks,'
'Oh, here comes the king of Gondor, a little baby elf in reality, speaking to a full-grown elf who is 2000 plus years older than him,'
'Stop it,'
'I shan't,'
There was silence.
'I shall only leave when I get what I want, only I'm afraid you'll never want me to leave,'
You are cocky, Legolas, Aragorn thought.
'Fine – then get over with it,'
For one whole minute, Legolas made no movement and Aragorn remained kneeling. Then, Legolas whispered, 'I want to play a version of Gandalf says, but it is not an instruction of Gandalf but me,'
'Can I say no?' Aragorn sighed audibly.
'No, you can't,'
'Fine,'
Legolas leaned dangerously close until his lips were directly over Aragorn's and then whispered, 'It must be horrible, to be kept in darkness, isn't it, Aragorn?'
A helpless nod, then light flooded into the vision of the king.
'Now, tell me, do you still desire Arwen?'
'Damn you,'
'No swearing,' Legolas harshly slapped Aragorn – oh, so he's playing it rough now, Aragorn sighed mentally. How many bruises would he have acquired when this was over?
'No,'
'Very good,' the words were whispered with a seductive lilt. Legolas stared straight into the mortal's eyes, making Aragorn squirm as Legolas seemed to see through him. What did he see?
Legolas now leaned close, so that his warm breath touched Aragorn's lips.
'What are you doing?' Aragorn felt uncomfortable at such close contact and he tried to back away, only to fall clumsily on his back – even worse, at Legolas' mercy as he writhed under the ropes and tried to get off the bed, understanding now how it played a part in this whole scheme and dreading it.
Thin lips pressed hard against his as Legolas straddled him easily, both hands cupping Aragorn's face while insistently stroking the side of his face soothingly. Aragorn was utterly alarmed at first – how was it that Legolas could tell what he wanted? It was scary – utterly bewildering.
'Part your lips for me, Aragorn, Now,' the harsh instructions coupled with a slap across his face made Aragorn obey, feeling utterly humiliated to be found so vulnerable. Aragorn parted his lips, feeling the elf's tongue slip into his mouth and seeking his tongue.
With a slight gasp, Aragorn's tongue slithered more boldly over the elf's and their tongues danced, attracted to each other like moths to flames.
'Don't. Stop,' Aragorn gave a whinny noise as he helplessly watched Legolas pull back, a mischievously evil smile playing on the elven lips as the elf crouched next to him, absently playing with his hair, driving him mad.
Then, something wet and incredibly teasing started moving down his neck, stopping at his jugular vein area and then Aragorn winced in alarm and fright as he realised that his once-best friend was licking at his neck. *licking*. He could have passed out in alarm. He held himself painfully still, aware that Legolas was deriving entertainment from feeling him tense to the actions.
'Greenleaf, I didn't know you fancied blood,' Aragorn spat in his fright.
'Oh – we're on surnames-terms now, aren't we? I don't fancy all men's blood, just yours, my dear Aragorn, just those of my desire,' the last word was stressed upon as Legolas smirked and let his fingers dance upon the king's neck.
This game of seduction was turning out to be exhilarating and promising.
'Back to the game, Aragorn. I will now untie you – but on a kingly honor, you must promise to obey my every single command, do you get it?' Legolas was satisfied, he was in command and nothing Aragorn could do could change this fact. Now he watched as his young friend nodded humbly.
'You do remind me of Boromir,' Legolas muttered as he undid the knots. Aragorn gulped inwardly, not wanting to know what it was about him that made Legolas remember Legolas and also under *what* kind of circumstances had Legolas seen Boromir like this.
'On your knees now, Aragorn,' Legolas enjoyed watching Aragorn clench his fists in an effort not to explode in humiliation and excitement.
'Very good – now, off with those damned royal clothing – slowly,' the last command was sharp and stern, matched well with a slap at Aragorn's nether regions, or shall we put it more bluntly, his ass. As Aragorn twitched at the pain, he was forced to undo the buttons of his velvet shirt.
Five seconds later, his fingers had only just finished undoing the first button and he heard a sigh of great exasperation from the elf before he saw a blade being whipped out and his shirt sliced neatly into halves.
'I. Can't. Stand. Your. Slowness,' Legolas gritted his teeth and snarled as he ripped the shirt off Aragorn.
There was a pause as Legolas studied the torso in front of him. As he appreciatively looked at the tan body he had long wanted to claim, he commanded Aragorn sternly, 'Take off my shirt,'
As he felt the mortal's fingers skim lightly over the perfect porcelain skin exposed after the unbuttoning of the first button, Legolas harshly pulled Aragorn up for a kiss. But it was not exactly pleasuring a kiss can be, but rather, possessive.
'Do you have any idea how long I waited for the chance to claim you as mine? Not any other elves' – or Arwen's or Haldir's, for the matter,' Aragorn was released and he felt extremely dizzy as he gripped Legolas' shoulders for support. The kiss was extremely fierce.
'Now, off with your pants,' Legolas was breathing very fast now and his eyes burned with a harsh desire and passion.
[Note: Author decided not to continue with the more sinfully interesting details, I trust your imagination to be vivid enough to know what could possibly happen]
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MEANWHILE
'Mister Frodo, I thought you were very clever to teach them the game,' Frodo was stunned to look up and see Sam, his *extremely* faithful bodyguard (who would go the *extra mile* to see that he was *comfortable and warm*) standing by the door.
'Ah yes,' Frodo managed to say without spluttering when he saw what Sam was wearing. A tuxedo or to be more precise, something that seemed to resemble a tuxedo poorly. Pieces of clothes in black and white ripped in a trying-to-be artistic manner.
'I was wondering if your hand is warm,' Sam tried to offer innocently as he tried to take Frodo's hand in his.
'Saruman save us all!' was all Frodo managed to squeak before his screams were muffled by ... ... ... ... ... ... you-know-what.
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Yay, I finally updated. I decided to poke fun at the Sam/Frodo horribly gay relationship. Ha ha ha. But I'll still continue to put darling Aragorn and nasty Legolas together as the main pairing, ok? Just be a nice girl/boy/woman/man, and review, ok?
Love,
Ice And Fire Vanessa
8th March 2004
'You – what on earth do you think you are doing?' Aragorn panicked and began writhing against the rope which held his hands together and his legs together. Legolas only smirked lightly, which made Aragorn shiver in fear. He might be taller but in terms of age, he certainly was very junior compared to the elf.
'On the bed now,' Legolas said, leading Aragorn to the bed. Aragorn indignantly resisted and was forced to surrender when the knife blade was pressed dangerously against his jugular vein, drawing little droplets of blood.
'I surrender,' resentfully, the king of Gondor muttered as he felt a delighted smirk come from the elf. Then, to his greatest alarm, a blindfold was pressed neatly over his eyes, sinking his world into pure darkness. Aragorn spluttered in his indignant and started thinking dramatically.
'Oh Valar, he is going to murder me. To assassinate me! My kingly life shall end in minutes!' As he puzzled over why his elf friend would want to murder him, Aragorn felt himself being pushed forcefully onto to bed. He heard light chuckling as his knees were being kicked lightly at until he was kneeling on the bed, completely unaware of what Legolas intended to do.
In fact, it was probably better that he did not know for Legolas had something very nastily pleasuring in mind.
The seconds ticked by as Aragorn kneeled humbly on the bed, his hair hanging limply as he bowed his head in surrender, he would never win the elf in this.
Then, the sinking of one end of the bed told him that Legolas was getting onto the bed. Indeed, less than a second later, he felt a silky soft voice blowing air into his ear, his neck, making him squirm.
'Ah, not so gung-ho now, are we, little mortal?'
'What do you want, elf?'
'Why – I thought it was obvious,'
'Stop your elven tricks,'
'Oh, here comes the king of Gondor, a little baby elf in reality, speaking to a full-grown elf who is 2000 plus years older than him,'
'Stop it,'
'I shan't,'
There was silence.
'I shall only leave when I get what I want, only I'm afraid you'll never want me to leave,'
You are cocky, Legolas, Aragorn thought.
'Fine – then get over with it,'
For one whole minute, Legolas made no movement and Aragorn remained kneeling. Then, Legolas whispered, 'I want to play a version of Gandalf says, but it is not an instruction of Gandalf but me,'
'Can I say no?' Aragorn sighed audibly.
'No, you can't,'
'Fine,'
Legolas leaned dangerously close until his lips were directly over Aragorn's and then whispered, 'It must be horrible, to be kept in darkness, isn't it, Aragorn?'
A helpless nod, then light flooded into the vision of the king.
'Now, tell me, do you still desire Arwen?'
'Damn you,'
'No swearing,' Legolas harshly slapped Aragorn – oh, so he's playing it rough now, Aragorn sighed mentally. How many bruises would he have acquired when this was over?
'No,'
'Very good,' the words were whispered with a seductive lilt. Legolas stared straight into the mortal's eyes, making Aragorn squirm as Legolas seemed to see through him. What did he see?
Legolas now leaned close, so that his warm breath touched Aragorn's lips.
'What are you doing?' Aragorn felt uncomfortable at such close contact and he tried to back away, only to fall clumsily on his back – even worse, at Legolas' mercy as he writhed under the ropes and tried to get off the bed, understanding now how it played a part in this whole scheme and dreading it.
Thin lips pressed hard against his as Legolas straddled him easily, both hands cupping Aragorn's face while insistently stroking the side of his face soothingly. Aragorn was utterly alarmed at first – how was it that Legolas could tell what he wanted? It was scary – utterly bewildering.
'Part your lips for me, Aragorn, Now,' the harsh instructions coupled with a slap across his face made Aragorn obey, feeling utterly humiliated to be found so vulnerable. Aragorn parted his lips, feeling the elf's tongue slip into his mouth and seeking his tongue.
With a slight gasp, Aragorn's tongue slithered more boldly over the elf's and their tongues danced, attracted to each other like moths to flames.
'Don't. Stop,' Aragorn gave a whinny noise as he helplessly watched Legolas pull back, a mischievously evil smile playing on the elven lips as the elf crouched next to him, absently playing with his hair, driving him mad.
Then, something wet and incredibly teasing started moving down his neck, stopping at his jugular vein area and then Aragorn winced in alarm and fright as he realised that his once-best friend was licking at his neck. *licking*. He could have passed out in alarm. He held himself painfully still, aware that Legolas was deriving entertainment from feeling him tense to the actions.
'Greenleaf, I didn't know you fancied blood,' Aragorn spat in his fright.
'Oh – we're on surnames-terms now, aren't we? I don't fancy all men's blood, just yours, my dear Aragorn, just those of my desire,' the last word was stressed upon as Legolas smirked and let his fingers dance upon the king's neck.
This game of seduction was turning out to be exhilarating and promising.
'Back to the game, Aragorn. I will now untie you – but on a kingly honor, you must promise to obey my every single command, do you get it?' Legolas was satisfied, he was in command and nothing Aragorn could do could change this fact. Now he watched as his young friend nodded humbly.
'You do remind me of Boromir,' Legolas muttered as he undid the knots. Aragorn gulped inwardly, not wanting to know what it was about him that made Legolas remember Legolas and also under *what* kind of circumstances had Legolas seen Boromir like this.
'On your knees now, Aragorn,' Legolas enjoyed watching Aragorn clench his fists in an effort not to explode in humiliation and excitement.
'Very good – now, off with those damned royal clothing – slowly,' the last command was sharp and stern, matched well with a slap at Aragorn's nether regions, or shall we put it more bluntly, his ass. As Aragorn twitched at the pain, he was forced to undo the buttons of his velvet shirt.
Five seconds later, his fingers had only just finished undoing the first button and he heard a sigh of great exasperation from the elf before he saw a blade being whipped out and his shirt sliced neatly into halves.
'I. Can't. Stand. Your. Slowness,' Legolas gritted his teeth and snarled as he ripped the shirt off Aragorn.
There was a pause as Legolas studied the torso in front of him. As he appreciatively looked at the tan body he had long wanted to claim, he commanded Aragorn sternly, 'Take off my shirt,'
As he felt the mortal's fingers skim lightly over the perfect porcelain skin exposed after the unbuttoning of the first button, Legolas harshly pulled Aragorn up for a kiss. But it was not exactly pleasuring a kiss can be, but rather, possessive.
'Do you have any idea how long I waited for the chance to claim you as mine? Not any other elves' – or Arwen's or Haldir's, for the matter,' Aragorn was released and he felt extremely dizzy as he gripped Legolas' shoulders for support. The kiss was extremely fierce.
'Now, off with your pants,' Legolas was breathing very fast now and his eyes burned with a harsh desire and passion.
[Note: Author decided not to continue with the more sinfully interesting details, I trust your imagination to be vivid enough to know what could possibly happen]
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MEANWHILE
'Mister Frodo, I thought you were very clever to teach them the game,' Frodo was stunned to look up and see Sam, his *extremely* faithful bodyguard (who would go the *extra mile* to see that he was *comfortable and warm*) standing by the door.
'Ah yes,' Frodo managed to say without spluttering when he saw what Sam was wearing. A tuxedo or to be more precise, something that seemed to resemble a tuxedo poorly. Pieces of clothes in black and white ripped in a trying-to-be artistic manner.
'I was wondering if your hand is warm,' Sam tried to offer innocently as he tried to take Frodo's hand in his.
'Saruman save us all!' was all Frodo managed to squeak before his screams were muffled by ... ... ... ... ... ... you-know-what.
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Yay, I finally updated. I decided to poke fun at the Sam/Frodo horribly gay relationship. Ha ha ha. But I'll still continue to put darling Aragorn and nasty Legolas together as the main pairing, ok? Just be a nice girl/boy/woman/man, and review, ok?
Love,
Ice And Fire Vanessa
8th March 2004