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- 1-A Morning after a Storm
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DISCLAIMER: I do NOT, under any circumstances, take claim of
any character mentioned in this fictional work that is clearly the property of
J.R.R Tolkien, or that of Peter Jackson�s vision of his work. However, I do
claim the idea of this story, and what happends. Yes, people, I�m THAT good!
(JK)

Synopsis: Aragorn is afraid to come
out of the closet, and knowing that he wants the prince of Mirkwood, he goes
off with Arwen instead. However, this doesn�t stop him from having a love
affair with Legolas in the woods!

A/N: Merry Christmas Lily!

A Morning after a Storm

The breeze
that rustled the soft, opaque curtains hanging about the perimeter of the bed
caressed him with the silence of tender worriment. As if it could hear the
cries from his heart, and the startle of his peaceful slumber that occurred
every night since the day of his coronation. Ever since that day, he couldn�t
sleep a peaceful night without heavy drinking to obliterate all dreams and
emotions from his wandering mind; or perhaps, those nefarious thoughts of
engaging in provocative situations with someone other than, �Arwen?�
As always,
the splendor beside him never awoke to the distress signals of his routine
sleeping disorder, and remained caught within the web of her own subconscious
thoughts. Aragorn smiled, she was always very enjoyable to look at. Her
tendrils of auburn hair lied in waves about the soft pillows, sheets and her
soft, creamy toned body as she slept. While her dramatically long, sensual
lashes kissed rosy cheeks and hooded the brightest of blue eyes. Eyes that
would see right through him if he ever allowed himself to acknowledge the fact
that she was everything he had never wanted.
He smiled
sardonically and softly placed a kiss to her exposed temple before gallingly
rising from her side, feeling so awake that he felt a need to start his day
even if it were still the eve of the early night. However, no one in their
right mind would be awake at this hour, so he would either surrender to his
nightmares or benefit from the independence of solitude. Of course, at this
point, he would gladly choose the latter.

~~~

Goosebumps
rose against his skin; the cleansing chill of the night invading the warmth of
his soft, light robes as he continued out into this shadowed world. Bare feet
touched the soft, mossy covered steps of the always beautiful city of Rivendell
until it had given away to the smooth stones of a nearby river�s shore. The
sound of it, the look of it made Aragorn sigh in melancholy. How beautiful and
peaceful it was, even after so long in running and never changing in any other
direction, in its placement or even in its celestial beauty.
Just
like�him.
He who
probably slept without the haunting dreams of visions for another, who held
lovingly, and intimately the figure in which he adored with no doubt, or
regret. Not so like him, who was standing out alone in the light of only the
moon seeking comfort in the solitude of a chilly night, instead of lying beside
his wife, Arwen, of whom he thought he once loved, but never truly, did.
No, perhaps
he did, but never in the ways in which he wanted to love Legolas. Yes, he found
himself wanting that blonde nymph more with every passing night, when his mind
could be free to roam wondrous places with him, such as that electric, white
heat of that ultimate peak of unbelievable ecstasy. He feared to sleep simply
because the very idea took him over so vividly, the way Legolas�s body heat
felt as if it were going to set him up in flames, the ways in which their
bodies tumbled together, caressed each other with the same sensual idea. It was
all maddening!
�Yes, and
who in their right mind would ever dare to want such a perverse, distraught old
man like you, who thinks of nothing but another MAN when he has a beautiful
wife?! You should be happy that you at least have her, and yet all the more
ashamed because you can�t find yourself to be happy or appreciative of anything
you have until you have what you SELFISHLY desire first!� Aragorn turned away
from his reflection disgusted with his words of confession, feeling more alone
and lost now that he accepted the fact that he wanted the elf. Wanted him in
every way he couldn�t possibly want another.

But, would
he have the courage to confront him with the possibility that Legolas would
never accept him?

�Aragorn�?�
The flustered man turned, and nearly
felt himself release a breathless sigh as he spotted the subject of his current
thoughts just behind him. He sat atop a strong bred steed, as white as his hair
shining ethereally in the moonlight, dressed for what looked like had been a
long journey. His blue eyes were bright and beautifully cerulean, and for a
moment he felt himself staring his answer.
Legolas
felt his friend slightly distraught and dismounted to join him by his side, �My
friend, are you all right?� He touched his thinly clothed arm in concern before
his expression turned incredulous, �What are you doing out here at this hour,
Aragorn, and with hardly any attire to suit the season?�
He came to
at that touch, and undesirably flinched, �Nothing, I was merely strolling�� The
thought of the vivid warmth his nakedness radiated in his dreams crossed his
mind as he felt that wide, smooth palm of Legolas�s hand brush his forearm in a
gesture to follow.
Legolas met
his gaze, �Come inside with me, it�s much too cold and that robe won�t do any
good��
Aragorn smiled
at his friend�s concern, and pulled away from his warm grip. Legolas turned,
and tilted his head as Aragorn waved him off, �Settle yourself in, Legolas, I
am well here�� He threw him a casual smile that beheld certainty, though on the
inside Aragorn pleaded for him to stay.
Legolas
thought a moment before eyeing him curiously, his blue eyes narrowing as if
they were to pierce the truth with the precision of his arrows. Then his gaze
softened, as did his voice, filled with concern, �Aragorn, you worry me now,
and I refuse to leave until you tell me a good reason why you stand alone out
here in this weather with little, or no concern that you may catch your death
in such careless dress.� Stubborn little nymph he was too.
�I�m having
trouble sleeping, and a stroll aids me to fatigue, the robe is just simply a
prop to set the scene, so to speak. It�s quite substantial enough, really,
though your concern is much appreciated however�� Aragorn couldn�t help but
gaze at him, in a way that must have been strange to the other man, but he
couldn�t help it, �Thank you��
Legolas
smiled a bit, feeling his face redden with his friend�s praise and turned away
to fetch a few blankets from his horse before it could be distinguished.
Aragorn watched as he fiddled with the horse�s saddlebags and stared heatedly
at the way the muscles of his strong legs rippled along their admirable length
from behind his tight leggings.
Unknowingly,
however, Legolas had taken notice of this fine gaze from this man and made sure
to add a teasing little sway to his hips when he walked back toward him.
Aragorn
smiled, and spread one of the blankets on the soft ground and then took another
for himself while Legolas kept the third.
Legolas
placed the blanket about his broad shoulders and smiled down at Aragorn�s
sitting form, �Will you grant me the honor of sitting by you to watch you
freeze, before I nonchalantly chant �I told you so�?�
The older
man merely glared, and shook his head, �You know, perhaps I didn�t miss you��
That one made Legolas chuckle, and as he sunk down beside him it only evolved
into the most beautiful baritone laughter Aragorn had ever heard.
�Well your
witty tongue and rough disposition were definitely missed, you know�� The
blonde trailed off and shook his head, �My kind I find
are much too uptight sometimes.�
�Sounds
familiar��
Blue orbs
stared in handsome amazement, �Pardon?�
Aragorn
immediately shook his head, and almost went into cardiac arrest with apology,
�I didn�t mean it like that, Legolas, I was just� Well, what I meant was that��
The Prince
of Mirkwood just about toppled over onto his side with raucous laughter and
just about made Aragorn flustered with excitement.
Legolas clutched his sides and
rolled onto his back, unable to stop even when tears fell from the corners of
his eyes and wetted his long, pale lashes. It was a few good moments before it
died down to chuckles, and small bursts of�giggles, so to speak?
Aragorn sighed, and rose a dark
brow high in question, �Are you�quite finished, sir?� He crossed his hands over
his chest and watched as Legolas sat up, brushing the tears from his cheeks
before wrapping the soft, warm blanket back around himself.
�Please forgive me, but that expression on
your face was utterly�� He softly chuckled again, and placed a hand on
Aragorn�s shoulder before looking at him sheepishly, ��

�Aragorn�?� Legolas searched his
friend�s eyes, and felt slightly awkward beneath the other man�s sudden
intense, studious gaze. He felt the temperature rush through him like a wave of
liquid heat when Aragorn reached up to touched his face with the tips of his
fingers. Slightly chilly they were, but soft and surprisingly gentle they moved
against his face; timidly even.
Aragorn found his voice, and his
lips parted to question, �Legolas?�
The elf�s pale lashes fluttered
over his hooding gaze as the rather large hand cupped his face, ��Yes�?� He
asked dreamily before bringing a delicate, slim hand to blanket his, caress his
hand as it caressed him.
��I��
Legolas opened his eyes, his gaze a
blue inferno as they eyed Aragorn�s still form, and never flinching in the heat
their owner projected even as he approached him on his knees and bent down to
brush his parted lips against his, �Gods want me�� He halted with precaution,
but when Aragorn failed to revoke him, Legolas wasted no more time, and kissed
him fully. Bringing his delicate fingers to sweep frantically through Aragorn�s
mass of wavy russet locks as he wantonly ate at Aragorn�s full, soft lips,
until he was sure they�d bruise beneath his frenzied lust.
Aragorn, however, didn�t seemed to
mind, but in fact made it a point that there was nothing to fear when the need
for words once again approached, and merely fed the fire that was Legolas until
he knew he�d be mercilessly consumed with no hope of survival.
Moments passed, and breaths were
few. Lips were moist and red, and quivering with the heat of forbidden kisses.
�I feel to ask, but your eyes
answer me with hardly an upward glance��
The chill that caressed the skin of
Aragorn�s shoulders left bare by his fallen robe claimed by gravity caused him
to shiver. He paid no mind, however, and touched Legolas who loomed above his
form lying upon the softness of the earth, �Yes, but I can assure you that the
same sentiment twinkles in your eye, Legolas��
Pale lashes fluttered shut over
orbs that threaten to release masculine tears of uncertainty and joy to its
cause, as Legolas�s soft cheek descended and softly rested against Aragorn�s
beating heart. In seconds, Aragorn clutched his fragrant body to him, as it
shook and quaked in silent sobs, before he touched a finger to his chin and
turned his head to face his own. Visible tears streaming down the already
insipid cheeks of his saddened expression, as blue eyes hesitantly rose to meet
his gaze.
Legolas sharply turned his head
away when the other man�s lips reached to touch his own, �Where-�� Perplexed
olive eyes followed as the elf stood immediately to his feet and eyed him fiercely,
though his voice gave him away to regret and remorse from the words that
spilled from his mouth, �We cannot do this, it�s forbidden and against the
course of nature�!� Then, blindly, he added, �I won�t risk your bond with
Arwen!�
�That�s my risk to take, not
yours!� He also stood, and took Legolas almost too roughly by the arms, �I
wouldn�t play such a game if it weren�t for a risk I am WILLING to take. You,
Legolas, you were the risk of my confession. The only thing I could find myself
truly feeling as if I�d never be the same without��
�You cannot mean this!� Legolas
turned away and began to walk back towards his horse, which whinnied in
confusion towards his master�s radiating irritation.
�But I do!�
�You do not, it�s all an illusion!�
He looked to him, persistence glinting his eyes.
�I don�t think so! I�ve gone
through many things, much worse than that familiar journey we took not long ago
to destroy a deadly ring, and through those times I was faced with illusions
and truths. Believe me, I KNOW what an illusion is, and this is no such thing!�
He didn�t wait a moment longer, and whether it was an illusion or an obsession,
he didn�t care. As long as he could taste those lips that he dreamed would
tremble when he kissed them wantonly, and wantonly he did. His hands took hold
of him and pulled him close, snaking and locking around Legolas�s trim hips as
his head tilted and his mouth scooped his lips into a frenzied, lustful kiss.
Enjoying their soft texture for mere moments, before he erotically parted his
lips with his tongue to sweep the hot cavern of his mouth, and woe his tongue
into engaging into a playful duel of lust and desire.
�Uh,� His head fell against his
shoulder and Legolas huffed, intoxicated, dizzy, before he felt his body being
hoisted into his strong hold and carried deeper into the canopy of the woods.
Where they would lay safely from interruptions�
His pale skin, softer than the silk
that dressed him, was a beautiful contrast to his cocoa tan. But like his eyes,
the foreign features brought him an eclectic satisfaction that even Arwen
couldn�t please.
Legolas saw this too�
Blue eyes trailed their focus to
Aragorn�s frame, gazing at him with a newborn child�s curiosity. Slender
fingers touched a rounded shoulder that resembled a strong, beautifully curved
rock covered in a layer of silky skin that twitched sensually at his touch,
brushed the softness of his chest hair before a sigh escaped him. Both hands
touching him before Legolas lifted his head from the ground and kissed the soft
neck looming above him almost desperately, �You�re never to give up��
Limp curls tickled his neck, as
Aragorn shook his head and kissed his shoulder, chills vibrating down his spine
as he felt Legolas reach between them and tug on the velvet strip of cloth that
secured the robe about his waist. Aragorn looked at him, at the gaze that now
stood regal and calm; Passionate. �Then I promise you, no more refusals,� he
kissed his cheek, �No more regrets,� and finally his mouth as confident fingers
wrapped about the sash and pulled it free. Soon shoes, leggings, blouses and
even the delicate ties holding the intricate braids in the elf�s hair were
removed, and both were left bare and vulnerable to the chill of the night.
Well, not for long�

Legolas moaned as Aragorn traced
the pointy shell of his ear with his tongue, his hot breath mingling with the
taunting lingo that he whispered huskily, while his large palm swept over the
plane of his smooth chest, toned belly, and then to barely graze the immense ache between his thighs. He could sense
that touch so close, and the elf�s face seemed to frown as he bit his lip at
the very thought and enthusiasm that it caused him to think that at any moment-
�Sssssssssss!� Like fire, Aragorn�s
lips enflamed him wherever they met his body and even more where the skin stood
tender, untouched or calloused by the rough caress of battle. Such as, the
perfectly oval shaped cavern of his navel, the soft protruding hip bones at his
waist, and perhaps even lower to the skin of his inner thighs and that
surrounded the appreciation that stood erect in all its glory.
�Ooh�Aragorn�� Aragorn saw
Legolas�s lips part in a delicate sigh, and his fingers reach to hold his face
in attempt to press his lips back against his belly. Causing him to smirk as he
rubbed a foot against the back of his leg, in attempt to create friction
against his heated core by mounting Aragorn�s hip.
Aragorn
chuckled and pressed his swerving hips to the ground, �Patience, *A�rwalaer, I
would be glad to��
The elf�s
eyes flew open, and he lifted his head just in time to see Aragorn�s head
between his perspiring thighs, lips brushing and pressing against the moist
skin before they encapsulated his inflamed limb.
�Lord, this
cannot be- Ah, Aragorn!� Knees touched Aragorn�s broad shoulders as they
recoiled from the electricity gathering at his groin; only encouraging him to
bring him more that made him surrender. His tongue swirling around the
sensitive head, before taking his length deep into his mouth, suckling and bringing
it to the peak of its possible ability to withstand his ministrations.
Blue eyes stood wide and round with
disbelief as this unspeakable wave of electrical pure and lustful pleasure
swept over him, causing his body to arch and to cry out unavoidably as it
gathered before in moments escaping him in a rush of precious elf seed. Legolas heard the blood pounding in his ears
as his first orgasm shook his body, along with his heart that hyperventilated
within his chest as long, pretty fingers clenched Aragorn�s wavy hair before
falling limp.
Aragorn licked him clean and
withdrew, the saline yet sweet taste of him lingering on the tip of his tongue
even as he kissed him. Legolas noticed it too, and grew bold with the perverse
delight of his taste lingering in Aragorn�s mouth and playfully ran his tongue
against his own before withdrawing and licking his lips as if taste-testing.
Aragorn eyed him curiously, and
Legolas could only smirk as he flicked a brow, �I don�t believe I�ve consented
to such ungodly desires, for you just to lie against me and ogle, Aragorn��
Seconds after, Legolas rolled them
over with an ease so foreign to the lithe figure. Blonde, crimped threads from
his loosened braids and straight golden hair twinkling in the moonlight falling
over his shoulders as he leant down and kissed his chest, his back arching with
the curvature of a feline as he discovered a dusky nipple which he no sooner
suckled feverishly, clenching and unclenching Aragorn�s strong hips as he grew
almost obsessed with the sounds it elicited from the older man.
Aragorn admitted he liked when
Legolas had his way, however, he wouldn�t allow his submission to fog his
desire to know what it felt to take him, �You�re absolutely correct��
�Oh!� Blonde hair spread about the
soft green earth beneath Legolas as he once against stood with Aragorn�s large,
beautifully shadowed frame poised above him. Confused, however, he touched his
shoulder, and eyed him daringly as he took in the words that spilled from his
smirking lips.
�It is about time I take you to the
point where you cannot walk�� Jade met cobalt in a heated stare, and the elf no
sooner found that the Ranger was not at all bluffing. Aragorn kissed the toned
and pale abdomen of his blonde counterpart, swirling his tongue through the
oval cavern of his navel as his large, calloused hands parted his long, pale
legs. Legolas felt utterly exposed, and a tinge of pink came over his cheeks as
he watched Aragorn guide his legs to wrap loosely around his waist as he
huskily whispered, �Lift your bottom��
Legolas did and watched him swerve his hips in approach before turning
his head and closing his eyes. Aragorn positioned himself and felt Legolas
tighten.
�Relax, *Melamin�� Caressing his
thighs, he smiled as a sigh escaped him and Aragorn brought the head of him to
touch his body.
Legolas�s fingers dug into the
earth, ��Ara��
�Relax��
He couldn�t tell him to hurry, but
his body ached to be released of the tremendous agony to have him rut him like
an orc. He moaned again as he felt his tip graze him intimately and
uncontrollably bucked his hips, �Patience is a teasing virtue Aragorn!� Then he
felt the other man�s grip tighten against his hips and held his breath before
the sudden feeling of being completely filled muddled his senses and only made
him feel even more sexually uncontrolled.
�Legolas!� Aragorn too was taken by
the sensations that surrounded him, and could barely keep himself under control
as he shifted to adjust. The friction was but sweet, and Legolas�s swaying
hips, encouraging groans and lusty whispers, released the hungry lion from the
cage of patience�
Cries and puffs of much needed air
filled the starry, starry night as the Ranger swayed and pounded against the
submissive elf, he too lifting his strong hips to strike against his in that
ancient rhythmic dance of passion.
�Oh-Ara-�� Pale fingers clutched at
the damp hair as Aragorn leant forward to kiss the clenching, working muscles
of Legolas�s belly as his lower half bucked into him with quickening
snaps. His gasping breath showering
wisps of warm air against his skin, soon appearing as steam as the sky above
them grew bright and mighty with its thunderous roar and wash of icy rain.
Nevertheless however, the threatening chill and icy tears of Mother Nature
couldn�t compete with the force of nature that was their love.
Legolas�s skin shone luminous in
the lightening clapped sky as it swayed above Aragorn�s now grounded body,
parted lips filled with the awe and overwhelming emotion catching and dripping
with the water that poured from the sky. Wetting his hair and bathing his body
of all he could too soon find himself regretting the next time he awoke.
�Legolas- I cannot-!�
He heard him through the storm, and
even if he couldn�t he could feel his heat reaching the peak of completion
welding deep within him, and he too cried out as it set him on fire from the
inside out�
He gasped.
�Aragorn��
�Legolas��

�Leg-Ara-Olas-Gorn!�

Thick
strands of wet blonde hair cut through the air as Legolas threw his head back,
Aragorn�s name escaping his lips into the thundering air and joined his own as
he too cried out in that inexplicable, overwhelming peak of orgasmic
equilibrium in the shape of his lovers name one last time.

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The sound of birds, dew, and scent
of a morning after a storm greeted him as he awoke. Brown lashes fluttering
over jade orbs that couldn�t have been any more alive than they were then. He
moved his hand and placed it against his sun bathed brow, finding he could not
move more than a few hairs without disturbing the blue-eyed beauty that still
slept, still, beautiful, and naked atop his breast.
A crooked smile graced the sated
features of Aragorn�s face, and he cocked his head in sweet admiration as his
touch met the smoothness of his upturned cheek. The beauty stirred, and in
moments found him also very much content as wide, blue eyes the color of the
tranquil azure sea, gazed into his own.
�*Amin harmuva onalle e' cormamin...� Legolas closed his eyes as
Aragorn touched him again, and softly placed a kiss to his palm before Aragorn
spoke.
�Yes� But it is you, this gift,
which I will treasure in MY heart��
Legolas felt the beating of
Aragorn�s heart upon that very moment, irregular, underneath his graceful palm
as he touched his chest and craned his head to reach his lips. He met them,
warm and soft, and sweetened with dew, and forever wanting to see them smile,
he said, �*A'maelamin, I couldn�t agree more��

FIN

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*-Melamin~ My Love
*- A�rwalaer~ Lusty One
*- Amin harmuva onalle e' cormamin~ �I shall treasure your
gift in my heart.�
*- A'maelamin~ My Beloved.
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