CHAPTER FIVE - Last day of the Holiday
The sun was jut beginning to set when the walls of Rohan began to become visible over the rolling plain. The lamps where being lit as the seven companions entered the large wooden gates to the horse-lord city. The town was quiet, most of the people had gone inside for the night and wouldn't come out till first light.
Royal guards took their steeds to the royal stables for the night where they would be readied for their long journeys home the very next day. Legolas watched his brilliant white horse being led to the stables in the court yard, and wished he could escape this predicament he had gotten himself and Aragorn in. He watches the muscles in the stallions great thighs, rippling flesh and it reminds him of last night, Aragorn's great muscles, oh the lust he felt.
Gandalf greets them at the dining hall doors and tells them to change their clothes because the King of Rohan has made a feast in their honor, so they should look presentable. They quickly parted ways and followed the Kings servants to their quarters to change clothes.
Aragorn was in his room behind tall dressing panels made out of an almost transparent fabric, his profile is out-lined deliciously when Legolas walks in. "Aragorn?" Legolas has already dressed in his green royal robes, and sees that Aragorn is dressed in nothing. "Yes Legolas? What's the matter?"
"I came to persuade you again my King."
"Ah ha.." Aragorn says with one eyebrow lifted, he shivers slightly at the words "My King", never had those two words haunted and aroused him so much in his life. He felt himself begin to become erect, no matter what he did to hinder it. Looking down at his rather large organ, he wished he didn't feel this way for the elf, but he could not stop the lust that boiled up inside of him. Legolas stepped behind the screen seductively, slowly, his eyes clear and fierce looking at the King. Legolas too felt his lust building ever so slowly, creeping up like a stalking cat. The elf wanted nothing more than to press his naked body against the King, and feel his soft, lustrous skin. "Oh Aragorn.." Legolas whispered as he reached out to the King, the two embrace suddenly, sternly. They clutch at each other and begin to weep silently. Legolas' tears run down his pale face onto Aragorn's naked chest. Aragorn puts his large, rough hands up to Legolas' face, cupping it in his palms. He looks into Legolas' elvin eyes, smiling at their beauty. "Legolas, kiss me." Legolas obeys without a second of delay, their tongues meet and begin the dance of passion inside their mouths. Aragorn begins to take Legolas' shirt. "Wait, no we must not. Everyone will be waiting for us."
"Let them wait." Aragorn pleads, "Look at me.." Legolas looks into Aragorn's eyes and then down at his huge erection. Legolas smiles, and kneels before the King taking his red, swollen member in his perfectly shaped mouth and begins to perform falatio on the ex-ranger. Aragorn moans and throws his head back, "Oh Legolas, oh yes." Their outlines looking simply erotic through the dressing panels.