Bright Like a Star

Sorry this chapter took so long to get released. My b-day was last weekend (yes, I am a valentines baby), and I spent the entire weekend partying with friends, so no writing got done. anyway:

Warnings: This chapter IS rated NC-17...as in, Aragorn and Legolas get it on. If this bothers you, don't read it (I will mark the section), it is only really necessary to know that they do, in fact make love.
I would also like to remind everyone that this is not bataed, so do be nice. If you do feel the need to flame me, go right ahead...you will just be ignored. Contstructive criticism, on the other hand, is always welcome and appreciated.

Finally, I would like to thank everyone who has read my story with especial thanks to: louise_oblique, Nariel_Skye, Sian, Jadey, harui, Nurfaniel and Emme. Thanks for your reviews!!!

~Stargazer

Part 2: Passions


The next few days passed in a blur of motion that was almost dizzying to Legolas. The elves were a long lived race, and as such, he was not used to the frenzy of people stumbling to and fro in a desperate attempt to make last minute arrangements for coming coronation. Legolas, for his part, sat calmly in front of the small mirror in his room. It was not vanity that caused him to stare at himself in such a manor, simply curiosity. He wanted desperately to see what it was that Aragorn saw in him, he wanted to see what it was in himself that drew the man to him, but mostly, he wanted to see the part of himself that compelled him to say ‘yes’ to the man’s marriage proposal. He was uncommon for his kind in that he had never taken a mate, and he had thought that he never would, but now…now he was to be wed, and to a man! A smile graced his fair features then, his father had been angry and confused with him when he had told of his engagement, but when Thranduil was certain that this was truly what Legolas wished, and when he was satisfied that Aragorn’s intentions were true and his love was strong, he had hesitantly agreed to the marriage.

Legolas looked up from the mirror when he heard the door open. Aragorn came striding into the room, looking every bit the ruler that he was. There was a smile on Aragorn’s features, and upon a closer look, Legolas could see the part of the man that was a ranger, the part of the man that not even the finery of royal garb could conceal.

“You are beautiful,” Aragorn whispered as he came closer, “why do you doubt it?” Legolas just stared at him, not wanting to answer, not wanting his intended to see how his words hit a chord deep inside of him. “Legolas…?”

“I am sorry, my love,” he replied softly, “I have always been a warrior, I don’t know these feelings that continue to bombard my senses when in your presence, and although I knew love for you for a very long time…this, ‘tis different.”

“A warrior you shall always be Legolas, you will never lose that, but do not doubt also, that you are truly beautiful in every way that matters.” He smiled at the man’s answer, before allowing himself to be pulled into a gentle, sweet kiss. “I am afraid that I must leave you now,” Aragorn said softly against soft lips, “I came only to bid you good night. Tomorrow shall be a long day, and I think that both of us should be very well rested. Legolas sighed softly before nodding.

“Sleep well my love.”

“Do not fear fair one, as long as you are in my dreams, I shall sleep long and deep.” With those words said, Aragorn swept from the room in much the same manner he had entered in, leaving behind a large empty room, and a single, blushing elf.


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The next morning, Legolas was awoken by his father, who had a large smile upon his face.
“You must get up Legolas, we have much preparation to do before the ceremonies this eve.” The younger elf nodded as his sat up, his long blond hair falling about his shoulders. When he was fully out of bed, his father followed him into the bathing area, and they began the long process of preparations that were necessary for the wedding to take place. The process itself was long and meticulous, but the results were worth it Legolas decided as he stared at his reflecthon several hours later. He was wearing a silver tunic embroidered with silk thread, and matching pants. His hair had been tied back in intricate braids, binding a mithril circlet atop his head.

“You are truly a sight to be beheld,” Thranduil said, pride echoing strongly in his voice, “And though I must admit that I am saddened to lose you, I have no doubts that Aragorn will keep you from too much mischief.”

“You won’t lose me Ada, I can not stay long away from Mirkwood. I do not know how men can stand to live confined within the walls of this place, ‘tis stifling.

“I know, I know, but you must forgive an old elf for being concerned.”

“You are far from old Ada, but I forgive you.”

“Good. Now, I believe, it is time to go. I would be cruel of us to leave your intended waiting.” Legolas just smirked.

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Legolas was talking with an old friend of his, when he felt strong arms wrap firmly about his waist.

“I think we have lingered here long enough, my….wife.” Legolas turned in his husband’s arms, a sweet smile playing over his face,

“If you wish to have me, my love, it would behoove you to choose your words more carefully,” Legolas whispered, the sweet smile never leaving his face. Aragorn could not help but laugh at his husband’s antics, and to show his appreciation, he leant his head down and captured soft lips with his own.

“What say you to leaving this party for somewhere more….private?” Aragorn asked breathlessly when they finally pulled apart. For a moment, a look of fear passed across cerulean eyes, before Legolas nodded his acquiescence.

Somehow, they managed to make it to their room without loosing contact with each other, and as soon as the door closed behind them, Legolas found himself pressed against the wall, Aragorn kissing him fiercely.

“I would have you this night if you would let me,” The man whispered against onnelynely tipped elven ear. Legolas pulled back and stared for a long moment at the man pressed fully against him, looking for something that even he didn’t know. Finally, however, he nodded,

“Go slow,” he whispered, “I have never done this before.” A small nod from Aragorn was all he got before he was backed towards the large bed in the center of the room.


(The sex scene starts here. Don't read if it bothers you.)


“I would see you,” The man said, as he began to work at the fastenings and lacings that held Legolas’ clothes in place. When Legolas stood completely revealed to him, Aragorn could do nothing but stare at the pale beauty of his new husband and lover.

“It seems that you are far to overdressed, my love,” The elf whispered, his cheeks painted a pretty pink from Aragorn’s scrutiny.

“We can’t have that, now can we?” The man replied, moving with nimble fingers to remove the offending clothing. Soon they both stood there naked, their eyes hungrily drinking in the site of the other. Where Legolas was smooth, hairless and pale, Aragorn was hard and dark with a light dusting of hair coving his body.

The moment was broken when Legolas m for forward and pressed a passionate kiss to the man’s lips.

“Make love to me,” he whispered, falling to his back and pulling the man atop him.

“Yes,” was the answering reply. Again they kissed, and although the kiss was passionate, it lacked the franticness of their earlier kisses. This kiss was gentle and loving, touching deep in their soul and leaving them breathless with love.

Their hands slowly moved over the other’s body, mapping out the places that made each other moan or arch in pleasure, learning each other in a way more intimate than anything they had ever known before. Soft moans escaped their lips as hands and mouths explored the most private parts of their bodies, leaving each other weak with desire.

At the moment, Aragorn was slowly kissing down Legolas’ stomach, pleased at each place that made his lover shiver in delight. Finally, he came to the elf’s straining sex, and he stopped to regard it carefully. Like the elf himself, it was slender and pale, and the beads of liquid that were pooling at the tip gave it a kind of luminescence.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, before he took the organ entirely into his mouth. Legolas arched his back like a feline, and a low purring escaped his lips.

“Aragorn…” he gasped as his fists clutched at the sheets of the bed. “Aragorn….hmm…stop. I don’t want to come like this.” Aragorn pulled away and looked long and hard at the elf.

“What do you want then, fair one?”

“I…” a crimson blush colored Legolas’ cheeks, “I want you inside of me.” The man nodded and pulled away for a moment, only to return with a small phial of oil.

“You must relax for me Legolas, for I won’t lie to you, this will be painful at first. You must relax so that I can prepare you properly.” The elf nodded, and at the man’s instruction, bent his knees and spread his legs wide, giving the man access to the most intimate place of his body. Aragorn could not help taking a moment to study his beautiful lover, taking in his pale body that seemed to glow with an inner radiance, the long blond hair that was spread about his head like a silver halo, and finally, the erotic position of his body.

Despite the breathtaking scene before him, Aragorn’s desire was soon too much for him. Carefully, Aragorn reached for the oil and spilled some of it into his hands. Once he was sure his fingers were sufficiently oiled, he brought his hand to the opening to the elf’s body.

“This will feel strange,” he warned, “but you must relax.” At Legolas’ nod, he slid a single finger inside, drawing a quiet gasp from his lover. “Shh, all is well,” he soothed, as he worked his finger in and out of the impossibly tight passage. When he was sure that his lover was stretched as much as could be accomplished with a single finger, he slid a second one inside of the tight body. Again, when Aragorn was sure that Legolas was ready, he slid a third finger inside his lover’s body, eliciting a low cry of pain.

“It hurts,” Legolas gasped, his fingers clutching the sheets so tightly that his knuckles were white.

“I know, but soon you shall feel nothing but pleasure,” Aragorn said, his voice calm and sure as he carefully pulled his fingers free and positioned his straining sex at his lover entrance. “Now, you must relax Legolas,” he said as he coaxed his lover’s legs around his waist to lock at the ankles. When he was sure the elf was ready, Aragorn slowly pushed inside, drawing a strangled cry of pain, and a tear from his husband. When he was buried to the hilt, Aragorn stopped, giving the pained elf beneath him time to get used to the feeling of being stretched in such a way. When Legolas finally seemed to relax, the king pulled out, only to thrust back in, this time at an angle. He was rewarded when the elf beneath him arched up, a gasp of pleasure whispering through the room.

They moved like this for a long time, coming together in a slow and steady rhythm that left them breathless with passion. Music seemed to flit about the room like whispers on the wind, setting a tempo for an ageless dance. Finally, with a low gasp, both lovers came, spilling their seed in a wave of pleasure. As they lay there afterward, not a sound was spoken to break the most intimate and tender of moments. Neither said ‘I love you,’ or ‘you were wonderful,’ it was not needed, the simple touches and caresses; the soft touch of lips to skin, marking, claiming, conquering…that was enough. They were bound always and forever.