Aragorn and Legolas: Three shot.

Chapter 3: the make-up



It was only a few hours later when Aragorn awoke again, opening his eyes slowly he noticed that Legolas was still in his embrace. He smiled tenderly at the form in front of him and kissed his lover gently on the forehead. Now that he had the time, Aragorn allowed himself to mourn the loss of the child that he never knew existed. Lone tear treacle out of the corner of his eye before he had the time to stop it. It was then that he vowed never to let his lover part from him again; never would he face this pain again, not if he had anything to do with it.



Bending his head slightly he placed a gentle but loving kiss on the inviting lips of his lover. The kiss was meant to be brief, but when he went to pull back Legolas began to respond and pushed his head forward to prolong the joining of their lips. When they finally parted Aragorn noticed that Legolas was looking at him with a look of bliss on his face. Legolas raised a hand and began running his fingers though his hair. “I have long dreamed of this moment.” He whispered. “I have longed to have you in my arms again, yet felt unworthy to have such a blessing.” He muttered while tracing Aragorn’s lips with his fingertips.



In one quick movement Aragorn took the adventurous finger into his mouth and suckled gently, he then released the finger and kissed its tip. Looking into his lovers eyes, Aragorn found himself close to tears at the depth of love that was reflected in the deep blue pools. “Valar, I love you Legolas!”He exclaimed and then decided to prove it through a long lingering kiss.



In no time at all Aragorn rolled them over so that Legolas was flat on his back and Aragorn was perched above him. Legolas reciprocated by raising his arms and wrapping them around the man’s neck, preventing an unlikely escape attempt.



Aragorn, being the impulsive human that he is, used one of his hands to begin unfastening Legolas’s tunic. Once half of the ties were loosened, Aragorn felt Legolas’s hands ding the same. In no time at all they were both lying naked ontop of the bed, kissing as though they thought that it would be their last. Aragorn looked into Legolas’s eyes and was shocked when he saw unshed tears. Jumping up off the elf he began to panic. “Oh Valar, I have not hurt you have I beloved. I am sorry....” He was cut off by a finger to his lips.



“You have not hurt me Aragorn, you never could.” Aragorn relaxed slightly but still looked to his elf in concern. “Then what ails you my beloved.”



“I am finally back where I belong, in your arms.” Were the only words that Legolas was able to say before the tears leaked from his eyes?



Aragorn smiled down to the form below him, a contented smile. He gently raised his hand and used his thumb to mop away the tears. “I promise you beloved, I will never let us be parted again. You will stay forever in my arms.” He whispered and was rewarded with a tear-filled laugh off the elf he loved.



“I will hold you to that my love. Now, make me forget that we were ever apart, join us together so that we forget where one starts and the other begins.” At once Aragorn’s manhood, sprang back to life.



“Always.” He muttered to the elf before he leant down and plundered the mouth again. Slipping in the tongue he massaged his lover’s mouth until he was moaning and writhing underneath him. Pulling away for air he met with a very rumpled looking expectant Prince of Mirkwood.



“Reclaim me my king.” Was muttered as slender elf hand traced the muscular chest of the man that claimed his heart.



The words and the touches had the desired effect as Aragorn’s patience flew out the window. He shifted his position slightly so that he could reach his disguarded leggings on the floor. That task complete he rifled in them for a moment until he found what he looked for. He held the item up towards Legolas victoriously. Legolas smiled at him for there in his hand was some lube to help make his enjoyment override the pain that is to be expected. Valar I love this man. He thought.



So lost was he in his musings that he didn’t notice Aragorn spreading his legs wider to give himself more room. He did notice when Aragorn began to place sweet chaste kisses on his thighs. The elf sighed in contentment, and then nodded to the man giving him permission to continue.



Wasting no more time Aragorn slicked up his fingers and probed at the area he desperately wished to fill. Sliding one finger in he both felt and saw his lover wince in discomfort, it was to be expected it had been many months since their last coupling and even then that was their first.



“Shhh my love, the pain will soon pass.” He said and continued to kiss at the smooth flesh offered to him. Only once he was sure that his lover was ready did he begin to add another digit, then another.



Only once he believed his lover was ready did he remove his fingers, despite the groan of protest emitted from the elf. He thoroughly coated his now painful erection and then lifted his lovers calf’s to rest on his shoulders. In agonizingly slow movements (for both concerned) Aragorn buried himself to the hilt. Once there Legolas removed his legs from his shoulders to wrap them around his waist. By now both man and elf were glistened with sweat.



Looking deeply into each other’s eyes they both confessed their love to each other again. Once the words were spoken Aragorn leaned forward, placed a hand on either side of his lovers head and allowed his feelings to be transferred through a soul searing kiss. Legolas reached blindly for the man’s hands and entwined their fingers.



Aragorn began to pull out and then thrust back in slowly, all the time maintaining the kiss despite the loud moans that erupted from his lover mouth when his sweet spot was stroked again and again.



Before long their lovemaking came to an end. With simultaneous climax’s the pair erupted, Legolas onto his and Aragorn’s chest, and Aragorn deep into his lover. Once they came down from their highs Aragorn looked down to see a sleepy sated smile on his lovers face as he looked up to him. Aragorn smiled back to him and then began to pull out. He was shocked when Legolas wrapped his legs tighter around him and grabbed a hold of his forearms.



“No. Don’t.” He muttered to the man. “I like the feel of you inside me. Can we stay like this a while?” was asked of him shyly. Aragorn just smiled down at him.



“Of course beloved. But...” Aragorn began before quickly rolling onto his back bringing his lover to lay ontop of him. Legolas looked at his shocked. “...I am heavier than you and it would not do for me to hurt my beloved Prince.” He said with a smile.



Legolas smiled down at the man below him and then let his head fall to rest upon the man chest; he placed it over the man’s heart and smiled at the reassuring feel of the steady heartbeat. He smiled at his lover and then yawned, startling himself and causing Aragorn to chuckle at him. “Rest my love. It has been a long journey for us, and there is longer yet to go.”



With that Aragorn placed a sweet kiss on the elf’s forehead and then watched as his lover fell into a reverie. Wrapping his arms tight around his lover and raising the blankets to cover them both the man soon let himself fall into pleasant dreams filled with blonde hair and blue eyes.



Neither aware of the being taking a firm hold on life in the safety of it’s Ada’s body.







Legolas awoke an hour later to the feel of the man stirring. Looking down to the man beneath him he was confused to see him still asleep. It was then that he realised that it was not the man that was stirring it was his manhood. The feel of the man filling and growing while still inside of him made moan in appreciation. Looking down into the man’s face he smiled down at him and whispered “good dreams my beloved.” He then decided that a bit of teasing was in order.



Slowly he began to rock his hips, working the man’s aching flesh well, while also causing friction on Legolas’s own point of need. He didn’t notice that the man had awoken until he felt the arms around him relax and shift so that hands were placed on his hips, aiding his movements. The movements became fast and hard until both man and elf also came hard. Chest heaving Legolas collapsed back onto his lover and fought to regain his breath. Aragorn recovered first and wound his arms around his lover’s body and held it close. “I quite enjoy this wakeup, my prince.” He muttered before placing kisses ontop of the shaking forms head.



“Glad you enjoyed it beloved.” Legolas muttered as he lifted his head to place a kiss upon the man’s waiting lips.



They lay tangled in this way for many hours, each staring in awe at the one that held their hearts. It was Legolas that first suggested moving. “Mellamin, I know that Gimli had his reasons for placing us both in the same room, but I doubt he will appreciate it if we leave the room smelling of our activities.”



Aragorn laughed, but he realised that Legolas was right they both smelt of sex, and Gimli already had a big enough idea of what was going on in this room. Carefully he ran his hands down his loves back until he reached his rounded globes. Gently grabbing the flesh there he used it to pull his lovers body up so that they could separate. Legolas moaned at the loss of contact, and Aragorn barely had enough self restraint to do the same.



“Then I suggest my love that we take a bath.” With that he lifted Legolas so that he was sitting across his lap and then manoeuvred himself so that he was at the edge of the bed. Once there he hefted Legolas into a bridal carry causing the elf to giggle in delight.



Needless to say they did not emerge from the adjacent bathing chambers for a few solid hours.



A/N so what do you think.

Next chapter...protective aragorn and morning sickness.