Title: The Love of an Elf
Author: Schizoid Sarah
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, Hurt/Comfort
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Summary: Their secret love for each other is not the only connection between Legolas and Aragorn
The night was dark and the air was cool. The water surrounding the land was particularly calm and barely a sound reached the sleeping forest. Occasionally a soft breath of wind would touch the tips of the trees high above, creating a sense of serenity. The clear sky flickered with the stars above.
A lone silhouette could be seen moving amongst the trees. It was of a strong, but very elegant figure. Long, delicate hair danced upon the form whenever the breeze tickled. Poised fingers sat delicately on a bow at his side. A defined arm reached up to pull hair away from his face.
Suddenly he paused, frozen as he listened into the quiet night; he heard things the others could not. His figure relaxed again, and he continued on his prowl. He turned as a second figure approached his own. This second figure was strong as well, and of long hair. His figure, however, was of a shorter and stockier build. The two came close and, for an instant, their eyes met. However, the moment passed and they looked away. They exchanged no words as the first elegant figure walked towards where the second figure had come from and the second form took up the work of the first.
Aragorn, son of Arathorn, stood in the forest, watching Legolas Greenleaf walk away from him, as he so often did. Once Legolas was out of sight, Aragorn sighed and turned to the forest. He crept to a high boulder and climbed atop. Here he could watch the area around the group for predators and enemies. Despite his height advantage over the enemy, he wondered if he would be the one at the disadvantage, seeing as it was cold enough to freeze his soul. He looked about him through the dark trees and across the water. His gaze fell upon the sleeping souls by a fading fire in the distance. His eyes traveled to each sleeping form and finally rested on the elegant form gazing over the quiet group.
Legolas came upon the small, smoldering fire surrounded by seven sleeping forms. He lay down his bow and quiver and glanced at the fire. He lay down on a blanket and covered himself with his cloak. He closed his eyes and listened to the quiet forest and the beings surrounding him. He picked out each of the soft breathing patterns of each of them around him. The fastest breathing was that of the four hobbits, cuddled close near the fire. Next were Gimli, the dwarf, who slept near the edge of the firelight, and Gandalf and Boromir, both of who slept near the hobbits. The eighth he heard was that of Aragorn, son of Arathorn, who stood out at watch in the cold night. He heard Aragorn shiver and his heart ached; he wanted to be out there with him, holding him tight and keeping him warm. Slowly he let his senses dim and he fell asleep.
The morning light shot through the trees and lit up the area surrounding Legolas. Even after a short night of restless sleep, the young Elf looked so perfect. A pang of heartache jolted through Aragorn as he helped prepare the breakfast for the Fellowship. He dared only to watch out of the corner of his eye when the gorgeous Elf walked by him. How could he, a mere human, compare to the Elf maidens of Middle-Earth that must be throwing themselves at Legolas' glorious feet. He watched, intrigued, as a delicate strand of blonde hair dropped from behind Legolas' pointed ear. Legolas reached up and tucked it back into place. Oh, to be a strand of hair, to fall upon that fair skin, Aragorn thought to himself as he ate his breakfast slowly.
After breakfast, the Fellowship set out into the deep forest once again. Legolas kept to the front of the group with the pretense of watching for hidden predators. He watched ahead, but kept his mind and ears to the human only yards behind him. He longed for the shadows of night to come upon them so he could again gaze towards the warm body he longed to hold. Tonight, he decided, he would finally express his yearning for he who had tortured him since he laid eyes upon his magnificence.
Finally dark did cover the land and the Fellowship stopped for the night in a protected area of the forest. They grew closer to the mountains by the day, so there were an increasing number of cliffs and rock walls to set up camp against. It was Aragorn's watch first and he gazed around, as the night grew darker. He longed for the few moments in which he would be allowed to stand and face the object of his desire. Those moments came early this night. Legolas silently approached him and he felt as though he were dreaming. Aragorn looked around and he could see the dim orange glow from the Fellowship's dying fire in the distance.
You're early tonight. Aragorn spoke softly as he stood from his perch. Legolas walked up to him and stood closer than Aragorn had ever dared to envision. "Legolas, I," Aragorn's sentence was interrupted by a delicate kiss on his lips. He pulled away from Legolas; he felt as though something was wrong.
He took a few steps back and looked down from Legolas' gaze. Despite his raging desire for the beautiful creature, he could not bring himself to touch him in such a way; it seemed to be sacrilege of some kind. A warm, gentle hand fell upon his shoulder. He closed his eyes, breathing in the sweet scent radiating from in front of him. He felt the hand gently push him down and he carefully fell to his knees. He opened his eyes and looked up at the voluptuous Elf in front of him. The moon shone behind Legolas, enhancing his divine splendor.
Not a word was spoken; not a word was needed. Legolas reached his hand and ran it through Aragorn's hair. He gently stroked his cheek and his neck. For a moment, Legolas allowed them to look eye to eye. He then motioned for Aragorn to put head down. He did so and held his breath for the next moment to come when he would be allowed to touch that fair skin once again.
Legolas put his hand into Aragorn's hair again. He tugged the soft locks back and kissed Aragorn deeply in the mouth. Legolas reached down and undid Aragorn's shirt. Leisurely he pulled it off his body and let it fall to the ground a few feet away. He broke the kiss and looked at Aragorn. Aragorn gave him a look of approval and Legolas ran his fingers over the muscular physic in front of him.
Aragorn's skin was surprisingly soft, with small beads of sweat appearing whenever he got close to him. His skin was tanned from the sun and had a peculiarly soothing feel. Legolas ran his hands over Aragorn's broad shoulders and upper back and felt his muscles tense. Legolas tilted his head back slightly and gazed up into the dark overcast sky.
A sole drop fell upon his fair Elven skin. He let the drop roll down his cheek. A second fell upon the head in front of him. A soft gasp escaped Legolas as another droplet fell onto his own cheek. Aragorn looked up at him in question and concern. Legolas smiled slyly at him and touched Aragorn's cheek lightly. He leaned down again and kissed Aragorn's tender lips once more.
It began to rain harder as the two forms drew closer together. Aragorn laid his cloak on the ground under a tree. He sat down upon it, and Legolas sat on him. Legolas kissed Aragorn gently on his lips and trailed to his neck and kissed gently.
Raindrops escaped the tree's protective branches and trickled down to them. Soon Legolas' blond hair was matted to his head and his ears stuck out oddly. Legolas' cloak was soaking through to his tunic, but Aragorn continued to cover Legolas' lips and cheeks with small, tantalizing kisses.
As the rain fell harder around them, Legolas heard the Fellowship rousing in the distance. He broke their last kiss and smiled slightly at the vulnerable ranger below him. He stood and helped Aragorn to his feet.
Legolas and Aragorn stood and separated. They walked back to the camp from different directions to avoid arousing any unnecessary suspicion.
"Drat this rain! I cannot believe the trouble of it all!" Gimli complained as they propped up a makeshift tent that the nine of them could reasonably fit under. The four hobbits huddled close under a nearby tree as the taller went to work. As soon as a reasonable facsimile was created, they rushed under, nearly toppling over the stout dwarf. "I say! Mind yourselves now! You're not the only ones who are wet you know!"
Despite the minor conflicts, the dwarf was soon covered and lightly sleeping once again. The four hobbits began to snore and the wizard and Borimir slept cozily next to them. Legolas and Aragorn decided to hold off on their next escapade until drier weather blessed them. Aragorn too, lay and slept with the group, while Legolas reentered the downpour to keep watch.