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Elf Resort	By : LisaC206 Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3358 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After another delicious meal with the hobbits, Nicky decided to have a nosey around by herself. Pippin and Merry told her they would be delighted to see her at the ‘Green Dragon’ later on. She wandered through the beautiful gardens, wondering if Samwise had done all the work himself, when she heard some deep voices near the pond. There, towering over a cute looking hobbit, were two men. One she could only think of as Aragorn, he was just how she had imagined him, and another with long hair and lots of leather. Smoothing her clothes down and flickering her hair about, she strolled up to them. Nicky was right, it was Frodo. She had seen numerous pictures of him, and well, quite frankly, he looked like a Frodo.

“Afternoon gentlemen…Frodo.” She smiled at them all. Frodo stared in surprise.

“Hi, are you Nicky, the girl Sam met this morning?”

“That’s me alright, I’ve met Pippin and Merry too.”

“Well nice to meet you Nicky, this is Aragorn- Son of Arathorn, and Eomer, Son of Eomund.” They bowed to her, Aragorn taking her hand and kissing it. Damn if he didn’t look just how I’d imagined him to look. Eomer wasn’t half bad either, she had always thought Prince Imrahil would be the one to meet, but she hadn’t counted on the horse-lord looking so hot!

“A pleasure to meet you Nicky. We couldn’t interest you in a ride, could we?”

“Ahh…sure. What sort of ride?” Her mind was in the gutter as usual.

“A fast gallop on horses across the plains.” Spoke Eomer in a gruff voice.

“With the two of you?” They both nodded and looked to each other. Aragorn released her hand, somewhat reluctantly and smiled at Frodo.

“Sounds awesome, where are the horses?”

“You have to come join us at ‘Man Hunting’, that’s where we ride.” Aragorn waited for her reply.

“Uh huh, I was told to come back here for dinner at the ‘Green dragon’ tonight.” She saw Frodo’s face light up.

“Yes, you must join us tonight, we’ll have lots of fine ale and music.” Frodo said.

“Ok, shall we go then Lord… Aragorn.” He gave her a funny look and she smiled to herself. ‘Oh, I’m glad I read those books at least’ She thought to herself, for at least the fifth time that day.

“Come we need to sort out a horse for you.” Eomer offered his arm to her.

“See you later, Frodo.” She waved merrily at him. His huge blue eyes staring after them.

“I will see you tonight, my friend.” Aragorn said, clapping him on the shoulder.

They got to the reception area of ‘Down the Hobbit Hole’ where Nicky had to retrieve her ID to take to ‘Man Hunting.’ As they made their way across the huge hall of Middle Earth Lodge, a group of fan girls were screaming outside the Elf Resort. “LEGOLAS, LEGOLAS, LEGOLAS!…” They shouted. Nicky watched on in fascination.

Aragorn laughed “They won’t get in you know, security is tight at E.R.” He grinned at Eomer.

“Oh poor Legolas!” Said Nicky, suddenly feeling very protective of him, not to mention a wee bit jealous.

“He seems quite unaware of the disturbance he’s caused amongst teenaged girls.”

“And shall we say, the ‘not so teenage girls’” laughed Eomer.

Nicky craned her neck back to see them all pounding on the door to E.R.- security guards flinging them off. Several had turned away, resigning themselves to the fact they wouldn’t be getting in, when they spotted Eomer and Aragorn.

“Ok, let’s move it, here they come.” Aragorn grabbed her hand and they ran to ‘Man Hunting’, threw her ID at reception and dived through the door, just in time. Screaming and pounding on the door followed.

“Whew, is it like this all the time for you guys?”

“Yes, a lot of the time. They get a bit worked up you know.” Nicky had a smug look on her face, happy to think they had ‘asked’ her to join them. Oh yes, this was going to be some holiday. They took her down to the stables and the smell of hay and horses filled her nostrils.

“This is Danny, he will fetch a horse for you.”

“Can you ride Miss?” Danny had a sweet face, with rosy cheeks and scruffy hair.

“Well its been about a year or so, sure…I love horse riding.” Danny disappeared down the end of the stables, bringing a bridle and saddle back with him. He led a beautiful grey mare out and quickly tacked her up.

“Her name is Gleowinee’s she’s old, but she can still run like the wind.”

“Named after one of our people of Rohan.” Eomer looked to her, stroking the mare’s neck.

Danny legged her up and she moved off outside, Eomer and Aragorn rode out soon after. They urged their horses into a gallop and Nicky followed close behind. The wind rushed through her hair and she felt alive and free. Gleowine stumbled a few times but kept pace with the others. When they reached the top of the hill, they rested and looked around at the stunning view.

“Let’s find somewhere to sit and talk.” Said Aragorn. They rode on for a bit until the rolling hills showed pockets of bush and trees. They stopped near a huge stand of Beech trees and tied the horses up. Finding his pack and sitting down, Eomer pulled out a flask with whiskey in it.

“Would you like a drink Miss Nicky?”

“Sure, and call me Nicky, my mum does.” She winked at Eomer as he passed her the flask. It was harsh tasting but the liquid warmth soon spread through her body. She passed it to Aragorn.

“So how do you cope with all those fan girls?” She asked them.

“I mainly hide out here during the day if there’s not much to be done up at the main hall. Do a bit of hunting and fishing…” Aragorn gazed off into the distance, as if he wouldn’t mind doing that right now. The whiskey was working on Nicky; she started chatting about all sorts of things. Eomer and Aragorn listened as she talked on and on.

“…Oh and my best friend Kelly should be here, she loves you guys…and Legolas…he’s her absolute favourite. They’d probably have to lock her out as well…” She talked on about nothing much until Aragorn silenced her with a sudden kiss to her lips. “Why Lord Aragorn, what about Arwen?” He looked to Eomer, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“This is not about Arwen, this is about you Nicky, and what you want…”

‘Oh I want, I want!’ “Really?” She panted out. “Can I have anything?” Aragorn nodded. ‘Oh God, he’s hot, so is Eomer. How do I choose?’ Before she could answer herself, Aragorn pulled her into a passionate kiss. His lips were moving all over hers and his tongue slipped in, exploring her mouth. Nicky wrapped her arms around his neck as she felt herself being lowered to the ground. His right hand trailed up her side, starting at her hips and ending on her breast. Then she felt her boots being pulled from her as Eomer massaged her feet. Aragorn looked at her, his hair tickling her face.

“You’re a beautiful girl Nicky. I’m glad we met you today.” She imagined he said that to everyone that was getting what ‘they wanted’, but she didn’t care.

“Me too Aragorn.” She pulled him back down for some more tongue action, just as she felt Eomer sucking on her toes. ‘Eeow! He’s game’ She thought, but the sensation was incredible. His tongue went in-between each one and she could feel the wetness there. Aragorn was unbuttoning her shirt, slipping his hands under to fondle her nipples.

‘I’m in heaven’ She thought for at least the third time that day. As Aragorn’s lips reached her nipple, she let out a small groan. Eomer was undoing her jeans and sliding them- ever so slowly, down her legs. This was too bloody good! Aragorn was now undoing his leather jerkin and slipping it off. She opened her eyes to see Eomer the horse-lord, already naked and honing a huge erection. She gasped with pleasure as he climbed over her, and Aragorn rolled away. His long golden hair hug down on her breasts, the sensation wonderful. The horse-lord kissed her mouth softly, delicately probing her depths with his tongue. She could taste the whiskey on him & smell the leather clothes he had removed. Her fingers threaded in his hair as he pushed himself inside her. She spied Aragorn hovering behind Eomer, running his hands down the horse-lords back, as Eomer slowly pumped in and out of Nicky. She wanted to see what he was doing there, but Eomer’s body blocked her view.

“Aragorn, what are you doing back there?” Her voice was husky as she craned her neck away from Eomers tongue and lips.

“Having some fun.” He laughed. “You just enjoy the ride Nicky.”

“Yes…my Lord- Oh!…” She gasped as Eomer drove his cock harder into her. His grunts were getting louder. The he groaned and Nicky felt his whole body stiffen and he stopped for an instant. “Noooo…”she cried out, “Don’t stop, fuck me good and proper, horse-lord!” ‘Wow, where did that come from?’

Aragorn was fingering Eomer’s arse and he loved it. Nicky felt Aragorn’s hand touching her as he squeezed Eomer’s golden globes that were banging against her. Eomer slowed up again and Nicky realized she wasn’t the only one getting what she wanted here. Aragorn's hands caressed Eomer’s arse and he groaned in her ear. He started moving in her again, it was incredible how good he felt fulling her completely. Looking up, she could just see Aragorn’s face, his eyes closed as he found his own pleasure back there. She knew Eomer was peaking, his breath was rapid and the sweat was running off his forehead in tiny beads, his thrusting much faster, leaving her behind. Aragorn did something to him, she didn't know what but suddenly Eomer exploded- his seed shooting into her as he thrust one final time. Eomer lay on her trying not to crush the life out of her but he was too heavy so she wriggled out from his weight and she reached for the flask of whiskey. “So, this is you idea of taking a young lady for a ride, huh?” She laughed at Aragorn as the whiskey burned her throat and she passed it to them. Aragorn came to her, kissing her mouth greedily, tasting the whiskey and swirling his tongue around her mouth.

“I'm not finished yet, Nicky.” She glanced down at him and seeing he was hard, she smiled, licking her lips. His mouth moved down to her breasts once again, where he licked, sucked and nibbled her nipples. He turned her over onto her hands and knees, and then he quickly entered her. She squeaked with delight. “Ohhh…yes!” Aragorn reached around between her thighs and massaged her until she thought she would totally ‘lose it’. Nicky’s body was slipping down as he pumped hard into her never letting up on rubbing her. Finally she found her release, waves of contractions making her gasp. She was vaguely aware of his own climax for he was much quieter than Eomer had been and she began to slump to the ground, totally and utterly spent. Aragorn kissed her back, and whispered in her ear, “That’s my idea of a ride, Miss Nicky.” His voice was husky and she smiled, her face flushed.

They rode back in the afternoon sun. Danny took the horses for them and they stumbled up to the main hall, laughing with their arms around each other. They got plenty of funny looks from everyone else, who were busy setting the huge long tables in the hall. A woman with long blonde hair watched Aragorn from across the room. A pained look crossed her fair features.

“What’s up with that woman over there?” Nicky asked. She was never one to be discreet.

“That’s my sister, Eowyn.” Eomer replied. He went over to her, pulling her into a brotherly embrace. Aragorn dropped his arm from her Nicky’s shoulder.

“Ok, she sure looks pissed off with you.”

“I’ll sort it with her, she knows how it is.”

“Hey, I better go back to the Hobbit Hole. I promised Merry and Pippin I’d meet them for dinner and drinks. Thanks for the ride and all.” She pinched his bum and waved to Eomer.’’

“I’ll see you tonight, I also promised Frodo I’d be there later.”

“Cool, enjoy your dinner.” She headed off to reception. Aragorn called out, “Do you want me to walk you back?”

“No, the fan girls, remember?” He chuckled and waved good-bye to her.



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Reception was buzzing, plenty of fan girls still hung around ER trying to get in to no avail. Nicky put her ID in at the Hobbit Hole, when she spotted several dwarves heading for Dwarf Delving. “Wonder what it’s like over there. One day I’ll visit all of them.” She had a longing look at Elf Resort. “Yep, one day”. She went through the main hall and down the corridor until she found an empty room. She had a quick bath, realizing she smelt more horsey than she should, got dressed and then raced along to the Green Dragon- there were sign posts directing her through the gardens- she was thoroughly excited at the prospect of eating again after her busy afternoon.

The warmth of the room engulfed her as soon as she stepped into the Green Dragon. Everybody was eating and drinking. ‘How the hell am I gonna find those two or a spare seat?’

“Miss Nicky! Over here!” She heard Pippin’s voice over the din. She found their table- Merry, Pippin, Frodo and Sam all eating huge amounts of food for their size.

“Wow, you guys sure know how to eat for little fellas.” She squeezed in next to Merry and opposite Pippin.

“So how was your afternoon?” Asked Merry, in between mouthfuls of roast lamb and sweet potatoes.

“And do you know Frodo and Sam?” Pippin interrupted.

“Yes- hi all.” They waved back as theirs mouths were positively overflowing. “I had an awesome ride (if only they knew!)”

“I bet you did- we’ve heard all about Aragorn’s and Eomer’s horse treks, haven’t we lads? The ladies all seem to enjoy them…usually they don’t come back here again.” Pippin’s face crinkled into a smile and he winked cheekily at her.

“Well, I love you hobbits and it’s fun here.” Pippin raised his mug of ale and they all banged them together… “Cheers…”

“Cheers big ears!” laughed Nicky. They all stopped and stared at her. She choked down some ale. “Sorry, it’s just a saying and I love your ears-pointy bits and all.” Little did she realize how much she’d come to love pointy ears. They all laughed again and drank heartily from their mugs. Nicky had never eaten so much delicious food in all her life- and never so much at once.

Firstly the roast pork, roast lamb, potatoes, carrots, beans in butter, cauliflower in creamy cheese sauce and sumptuous peas, were all totally divine and she felt like a stuffed pig. Then they ate every kind of dessert you could think of and Nicky felt very sick indeed. The ale wasn’t helping nor was the headache from the rum, which was just kicking in.

“Pipeweed my dear?” Offered Merry, pretending to have airs and graces he didn’t really possess. “Cures most things you know.”

She thought ‘what the hell, might as well truly punish the body’. Sitting there surrounded by funny folk called hobbits, smoking a pipe and drinking ale, Nicky thought she’d finally found her niche. Then Aragorn, Gimli and Perfection…rather Legolas, walked in. Nicky froze when she saw Legolas. ‘Oh god, not while I’m stuffed full, drinking like this, and smoking.’ But it was too late, there was no where to hide. “Hi boys, join us for a drink.” She offered.

“We were planning on doing just that” Aragorn said as he squeezed in next to her giving her a soft peck on the lips. The hobbits all looked at each other, Pippin grinning & nudging everyone. Frodo expression seemed a little less jovial.

Gimli looked at Legolas. “How about a drinking competition my friend?” Legolas looked at him in wonder.

“Drinking competition? What does that involve, besides the obvious?” Legolas did not trust it to be that straightforward.

“Well…last one standing wins- quite simple really!” Gimli roared with laughter at the look on the elf’s face.

Nicky cringed. She hoped the dwarf wasn’t going to make Legolas look like a fool. To beat him here in front of everyone, would be more than she could bear.

“I’ll catch the loser!” She shouted, suddenly hoping that Legolas would lose or she would get more than she bargained for with Gimli. ‘Why don’t I keep my big mouth shut?’ Legolas looked at Gimli, then Nicky- who had to hide from his penetrating eyes behind her drink.

“I will truly admire you if you win this competition.” Said Aragorn to Legolas.

“You all doubt me!” Legolas stated, somewhat put out by their comments.

“We think you’ll win, don’t we Merry?” Pippin nudged Merry.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Now way would a dwarf beat an elf at anything- well, normally…but Gimli is pretty good at most things…”Gimli’s face turned several shades of red, and no one was sure if the insult or the compliment was the cause.

“But I don’t see the point of it.” Legolas was saying.

“ Tis merely a game to amuse ourselves.” Gimli’s voice boomed and his eyes twinkled. “Last one standing wins…” And he raised his mug of ale in a toast to Legolas. The hobbits, Nicky and Aragorn, waited…their eyes shining in anticipation.

“Last one standing…” Legolas said and they both began to drink.

Frodo lined the next two mugs up for them. Nicky watched as Legolas’ head went back as he drained the mug. His pale, creamy throat exposed to her as he swallowed the ale down. Gimli gulped his down greedily. They both finished, Gimli slightly ahead of him as they grabbed the next. Merry and Pippin lined up two more mugs. Ale dribbled down Gimli’s beard, dripping onto the floor. He was leading, ready to start his third. Legolas drank smoothly, not spilling a drop. Gimli was halfway through the third one as Legolas started his. He stopped to let out a huge burp and carried on. Aragorn chuckled and watched Legolas continuing to drink smoothly as if he had done this many times before. Gimli started his fourth and Frodo lined two more mugs up. Legolas was gaining on him and still had not spilt any. Just then, two hobbits, who had been dancing furiously, came crashing into them, knocking Gimli’s ale flying and throwing him to the ground. Legolas placed his empty mug on the table and looked down at him rolling around on the floor. His hand thrust out, and he offered to pull him up.

“I do believe I’ve won Master Gimli.” He smirked at him.

“You whaaat!!?” Gimli roared, trying to sit up.

“Last one standing, I believe that’s me.” He said smugly. The hobbits all looked at one another, preparing themselves for Gimli’s rage.

Gimli spluttered and growled, “I protest, we need a rematch, I was interfered with.” Nicky giggled loudly and Aragorn smiled.

“I do believe all is fair Gimli, the rules are ‘last one standing wins’ although the conditions of the win are somewhat debatable.” Legolas gave Aragorn a wide-eyed stare.

‘That stare…’ thought Nicky. Gimli harrumphed at Aragorn and slapped Legolas’ outstretched hand away, rolling over and pushing himself up. He stood glaring up at ‘the elf'. “That doesn’t count, and I demand a rematch.”

“To be fair- I think Gimli deserves as much, but not tonight.” concluded Aragorn.

Nicky noted the elf’s fair features drawn into a frown before once again smiling enough to melt her heart. “If the dwarf feels hard done by, I will gladly give him a rematch.” Gimli looked at him, his eyes once again twinkling with mischief. “That’s more like it!” He toasted Legolas with the last mug of ale and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. “Never let it be said ‘a dwarf was beaten at a drinking game by an elf!’… why it’s an outrage.” He grumbled more to himself. Everyone started laughing, Nicky finding the dwarf Gimli an adorable added extra to the rest of the lovelies at the table with her. She was also rather relieved that nobody had noticed that she didn’t catch the ‘loser’.

Looking around the Green Dragon, she realized most of the fans here were of course hobbit fans. She felt privileged to be sitting here with all these gorgeous guys…her- Nicky… the girl with the foul mouth, not to mention the carefree sexual abandon with which she threw herself at guys. So, she had Aragorn and Legolas to ogle at all night, and ogle she did. Legolas decided he needed a seat after that hard work. He and Gimli squeezed in next to Pippin- right across from Nicky. ‘oh shit, I can’t be opposite bloody perfection all night, I’ll not survive this one.’ She needed to get a grip on the situation. “Would you like a dance soon, Nicky?” Merry chatted in her ear.

“I really don’t think I’d have a shit show in hell of dancing right now, Merry.” She patted her full stomach and watched him puff on his pipe. “May I?” She said, her hand reached out to the pipe.

“That’s the way Miss Nicky, cures …”

“ most things…” she finished for him. Sucking deeply on the pipe, her eyes drifted over to Pippin who was laughing and shouting at Frodo. As she relaxed into Aragorn’s side, she noticed Legolas listening to Gimli and Aragorn’s conversations at the same time. His brilliant blue eyes flicking from one to the other, then slipping a glance her way every now and then. It was most unnerving and Nicky closed her eyes and let the sight and sounds of the Green Dragon sink into her fuzzy mind.

“Careful Nicky, the night is only young.” Her eyes opened lazily as she felt Aragorn remove the pipe from her hand. Her cheeks flushed red as she noticed Legolas smiling at her.

“Yes, carry on like that and Strider will be having to carry you to bed, Miss Nicky.” Sam looked at her, his face full of concern.

She giggled and thought how ‘Strider’ wouldn’t mind doing that at all. “Sam, you worry wart, I’m just relaxing.” He looked relieved as he continued his conversation with Frodo and Pippin. She glanced at Aragorn to see his reaction, but he was now enjoying the pipe weed and chuckling over something Gimli was saying. Nicky felt Legolas’ gaze upon her and she squirmed about.

“Do you like to sing Nicky?” The way he said those simple words, were like electricity through her brain.

‘Okay, how do I answer that one? Say yes…and he’ll want me to sing, say no…and he’ll think I’m a pratt.’ “Of course I do.” She held his gaze, her legs trembling under the table all the while. ‘Jeeze, now what have I done?’ Legolas’ mouth seemed to fascinate her. The softly curved lips turned into a half smile, they were silken and beautifully shaped, and she so wanted to make contact with them. His hair hung down his shoulders all smooth and shiny. His silver tunic clung to his chest and she swallowed nervously.

His lips were moving again and she was staring but not hearing them. Again… “Nicky, would you share one of your songs with us?” He was asking her.

‘Oh gawd, answer him you moron.’ Instead she reached for her mug and sipped it slowly. His eyebrows arched as he waited for her to reply.“Umm, well maybe..." She began to sing Auld Lang Syne it was the only folk song she could think of and eventually the hobbits were quiet enough so they could hear her. Aragorn joined in as he had obviously heard it before. Soon they were all singing and rocking from side to side. They clapped and cheered at the end and downed their drinks.

“Okay, now your turn.” Nicky shouted at Legolas. He winced, his elven ears not accustomed to her shrill voice. He smiled at her, stood up- the whole table shut up- and he started to sing in Elvish, his voice clear as a birds. It filled her ears and made her heart lurch. Oh yes, the sound got Nicky good. She watched- her mouth open in awe- his words pouring out and running over her like water rippling over rocks in a stream. Spiraling up and down, it touched her very soul. Surprised, she felt tears on her cheeks as he continued his lament. Soon it was over and Legolas was seated next to Pippin again, aware of the effect it had on her.

“Beautiful as always my friend.” Aragorn’s husky voice broke the silence.

“Thank you.” Legolas smiled warmly at him, but his eyes were on Nicky in an instant.

“That…that was the most gorgeous song I’ve ever heard.” Nicky gushed.

“Thank you, glad to share it with you.” His lovely smile lit his face up once again.

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Nicky fumbled about in the bathroom. Going had relieved some of the pressure on her full stomach, but the butterflies refused to leave. How long could she handle being so close to the elf? Thankfully Aragorn was there, she was very fond of him, and he was less stress for Nicky. She splashed some water on her face, as it looked hot and red. And her hair... ‘Hell! Why didn’t someone tell me it looked like that?’ Wetting it and giving it a quick blast with the hand dryer, she smoothed it down as best she could and straightened her clothes. As she turned to leave, two hobbit fan girls came bursting in the bathroom. Seeing Nicky, they went very quiet and pushed each other over to the sink. Glancing back, Nicky could see them looking at each other in the mirror and whispering about her. Opening the door, nothing had changed, as the tavern seemed to be in full swing. Nicky decided to liven things up a bit.

“Come on boys, time to dance and strut your stuff.” Merry looked keen, but Frodo and Sam shook their heads. Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli watched in amusement as she dragged Merry and Pippin on to the dance floor. The music was going wild and so was Nicky. She twirled around the hobbits and they laughed and danced a jig.

“Come on you two, spin me.” Nicky yelled at them. They spun and twirled until they were so giddy they fell on the floor in a heap. Pippin was laughing so much he was crying. Merry had conveniently landed smack on top of Nicky as she gasped for air. Her head was pounding as she feebly tried to push him off… then everything went black.
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