Underneath It All

Title: Underneath It All
Author: laeglass
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas, Boromir/OMC (this chapter, nothing explicit)
Summary: The wedding reception and the wedding night.
Feedback: Is welcome and appreciated. laeglass_freak@hotmail.com
Archive: Aniron slash, Mirrormere, Adultfanfiction.net
Betaed by kittkatth. Thank you sweetheart! :)

Disclaimer: Everyone and everything you recognize belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. I am not him.

A/N: I’m sorry for the long wait; I hope that this extra-long chapter makes up for it. :) I would love it if you told me what you think.

flashback


The Dining Hall was filled with people, both Humans and Elves, and the sound of their chattering was loud in the constricted space. Wine flowed freely as the King’s subjects and the Mirkwood guests celebrated the union between King Elessar and Prince Legolas, the new Prince Consort of Gondor. The cooks of the castle had prepared several delicious dishes for the guests to consume, and servants constantly walked among the gathered crowd, ready and eager to fill their goblets as soon as they were emptied.

Aragorn was standing in the middle of the room with his new husband, his arm protectively wrapped around Legolas’ middle. Everyone seemed to want to congratulate them in person, say a few words or exchange pleasantries. The Elf wasn’t used to the company of so many Men and found himself grow increasingly fidgety as the evening wore on.

“This is indeed a very fine day for Gondor and her people”, one of Aragorn’s advisors just told the newlywed pair, his voice slightly slurred in his drunken state. “Such a marriage as yours will surely bring many children for the throne”, he added, eyeing Legolas’ slim form speculatively, his gaze coming to a halt at the Prince’s waist line. “He looks healthy and young, if a bit too slender at the hips; but surely we can expect a son in a year’s time?”

To the man’s defence it must be said that he had consumed the offered wine more than he perhaps should have, and that he would never have said anything like that had he been sober. Knowing this, the King merely frowned slightly in disapproval, instead of chastising the man for his foolish and inappropriate words. Legolas, however, blushed crimson and avoided his husband’s eyes. Was he to be talked to in this way the whole evening? The Elf could hardly believe the rudeness of this man, in his father’s kingdom one earned flogging for such crude words.

“I am sure we will”, King Elessar said reservedly and gave a polite if a bit cold nod to the advisor. “If you will excuse us for a moment.”

The Man quickly steered his husband away from the crude advisor before he could utter any more nonsense. Aragorn had felt Legolas stiffen in his arms and rightly guessed what it meant; Legolas was mortified at how bold the man had been. Aragorn thought it best to speak with Legolas in private for a moment without interruptions and check if he was all right. Luckily there was one place where they wouldn’t be overheard; a small alcove that was placed in the right side of the Hall.

“I am sorry you had to hear that”, he said as soon as they were inside and turned to face his mate. “Some men tend to get loose tongues as soon as they drink wine, and say things they do not truly mean.”

Legolas shook his head. “I did not take offence,” he lied. “After all, what he said was true, wasn’t it? And I am certain that he is not the only one thinking about heirs this evening; we did wed because you need children, after all, and your people are eager to get a boy-child as soon as possible. I cannot blame them for that. True, he could have said it with more eloquence than he did, or even left it unsaid, but my feelings are not hurt. He did compliment me, did you notice? ‘He looks healthy and young’”, the Elf mimicked and Aragorn was relieved to notice an amused glint in his blue eyes.

“I am glad to hear that you are not upset, even when you have a just reason to be”, he said and squeezed Legolas’ hand gently. “However, we should probably get back and mingle with the guests; we are to listen to my subjects’ congratulations a few more hours. ‘Tis boring but obligatory, I am afraid”, Aragorn said apologetically. “After that we can wish them farewell and retire to our own chambers for the night.”

Legolas’ heart dropped to his stomach at the King’s last words. *Retire to our own chambers for the night*. He knew what it meant; they would go to bed together, and Aragorn would claim him, and there would be pain and mess and Valar knew what else. Panic gripped him and his frantic mind tried to find a way to escape the unwanted situation. He grabbed Aragorn’s hand and spoke quickly.

“I am very tired already, Aragorn. The day has been taxing and I am already in need of rest. Would it be all right if I slept in my own bedchamber this night, alone?”

The King frowned; what was wrong with Legolas? The young Elf sounded terrified. Aragorn replayed his earlier words in his mind, trying to understand what had upset Legolas so. “Are you unwell? Perhaps we should take you to a Healer so that he could have a look at you?”

“No, no, I am fine, just tired is all”, Legolas hastily answered. He couldn’t meet Aragorn’s eyes; if he did, the Man would see that he was making excuses in hopes of avoiding their marital bed. He could feel the King’s eyes examine him and it made him squirm uncomfortably.

“Legolas, what is wrong?” Aragorn asked gently. “Do I scare you in some way?”

The Elf swallowed with some difficulty. Could he tell the truth? Finally, he breathed shakily and nodded his head a bit. “Yes, in a way. And yet, you do not. I cannot explain it, Aragorn”, he added and risked a glance upwards. He was met with an understanding gaze that soothed his anxious mind somewhat. Aragorn didn’t look angry or irritated; rather, he looked concerned.

“Is it the thought of our wedding night that makes you anxious?” The Man asked kindly, and Legolas sensed no reproach in his tone.

“Aye”, the Prince whispered and averted his eyes again. He was surprised when he felt strong, yet gentle fingers on his cheek, sliding downward beneath his chin, and tilting his head upwards to meet the kind grey eyes.

“There is naught to fear, Legolas, I promise you”, Aragorn vowed solemnly. He was touched by the vulnerability the Elf showed him and he promised himself to be kind and gentle with Legolas; the Prince was a virgin, after all, and it was to be his first experience. Aragorn was determined to make it good for him. “I will take care of you and see that no harm comes to you; that I promised to you in my wedding vow. Do you trust me? Will you trust me with your well-being and your body?”

“I trust you”, Legolas answered the first question without hesitation. “And… I believe I will learn to trust you in… other matters, as well, given time”, he added shyly after a brief moment.

Aragorn couldn’t quell the impulse to embrace his newly wedded Consort. Legolas seemed so young, so innocent and inexperienced that it awakened in him a fierce need to protect his mate. Again he felt the Prince stiffen at the first touch but then he relaxed in the hold of the strong arms and laid his head on a broad shoulder. After a moment’s hesitation the Elf wrapped his arms around Aragorn’s torso, pressing closer to his warm body. Aragorn smiled as he heard a soft sigh coming from the Elf’s mouth. “You are safe with me”, he said quietly, running his hands up and down Legolas’ slender back soothingly. “I will always protect you.”

Legolas closed his eyes and tried to calm down; his raging heart that fluttered in his chest felt like a bird wishing to escape its cage. What was this madness that made him feel both secure and anxious in the Man’s presence? “I know”, he murmured and almost shyly rubbed his cheek against the King’s garment. “I do not believe my father would have allowed me to marry you if he did not think you a good man, Aragorn. I have learned to trust my sire’s judgement, as well as my own. All my instincts tell me to trust you and believe you when you promise to care for me.”

Unbeknownst to the married pair their tender encounter did not go unnoticed. Several guests saw them cuddling in the alcove and smiled to each other knowingly; it was obvious that the King and the Prince were eager to be alone and – perhaps – get into the business of giving Gondor the much needed heir. One onlooker wasn’t as pleased as the others; Boromir watched the scene with gloomy eyes, squeezing the goblet in his hand so hard his knuckles turned white.

To Mordor with that waif-like Elf! Boromir had seen Aragorn giving tender glances to the Elf all evening, not to mention the fact that he hadn’t left his side all night, keeping him close at all times; to him it was obvious that his lover of ten years was besotted with that Elf Prince. Boromir wasn’t sure whether to aim his anger at Aragorn for his seeming unfaithfulness or at Legolas for coming to Minas Tirith in the first place and stealing the King’s affections. He settled for staring at the pair with unfriendly eyes and didn’t even notice his brother coming to stand next to him. It was only when Faramir squeezed his shoulder that he realised he had company.

“Good evening, brother”, Faramir greeted cheerfully and embraced his sibling shortly; it was not their way to act affectionate in public. “I am sorry I have not been able to speak with you earlier; the council members were all too eager to hear about how things are in Ithilien. How fare you?”

Boromir grunted something unintelligible as an answer; his eyes never leaving the Royal couple that finally exited the alcove and joined the crowd. Faramir’s eyes followed his elder brother’s gaze and he nodded knowingly as he understood the reason for Boromir’s glum mood. “The Prince is beautiful”, he remarked, not to spite Boromir, but to make an honest observation. This was the first time he had seen the Prince and he was very much taken with Legolas’ looks, as well as his obvious charm. “I do not think he is aware of the effect he has on people, including our dear King. What do you think of him?”

Boromir shrugged in what he hoped was an indifferent manner, but couldn’t quell the words that burst forth from his lips and belied his true feelings. “I have no opinion of him, having spoken to Prince Legolas but a few times, but he seems likeable enough. He is young, inexperienced and impressionable; he probably does not have an original thought in his pretty head. Therefore he is the perfect spouse for a King; meek and submissive and probably as fertile as our best breeding mares.”

Faramir wasn’t taken aback at this rather venomous assessment, knowing Boromir as well as he did. “Why do you not tell me what you really think”, he said dryly and grinned as Boromir aimed an icy glare at him. “That look is totally wasted on me, Boromir; you should know that by now. I am not threatened by you.”

Boromir’s green eyes softened a bit and he shared a brief grin with his brother. “You always were resilient to my glares, that is true. So you wish to know my opinion of this matter? I will give it to you, then. I think it is good for Gondor and will benefit her greatly. Prince Legolas will probably give Aragorn a boy-child next year and perhaps another child the following year. That is what Aragorn wants, and therefore I am happy for him. I may not totally approve of the Prince’s personality, but I am glad about the marriage. Truly.”

The Steward couldn’t tell his brother how he really felt about Aragorn marrying another; it seemed to him that only wronged maidens complained about their beloveds’ behaviour, and it did not befit a man like him to join the choir. Boromir wasn’t sure if his brother believed him though; Faramir knew him so well and could more often than not tell when he was speaking a lie or a half-truth.

Faramir looked at his older brother with a thoughtful expression. “I must confess that I am surprised at how well you seem to be taking this, apart from your obvious disliking of Prince Legolas, of course. I expected you to be furious about Elessar’s marriage. Care to explain, brother?”

Boromir nodded, his gaze still fastened on the Royal couple who was now receiving congratulations from the nobles of Gondor. “’Twas my idea, Faramir. I told Aragorn that he must find a spouse who can give him heirs, and now Aragorn has found one. I have naught to complain at; he still loves me, that has not changed. The only reason for the Prince to be here is the need for children.”

“Are you saying that you are not affected by this at all?” Faramir asked incredulously at Boromir’s rather mild tone. “Does it not bother you that tonight Elessar will bed that young beauty, and you will spend your night alone in your cold, empty bed? I cannot believe you, brother.”
The Steward turned to face his younger brother, frowning deeply. “Must you twist a knife in my wound? Of course I am not pleased to know that my lover will bed another, but ‘tis the only way for Aragorn to have a son. I can not change that and therefore I must accept it.”

“Still, this is not like you”, Faramir insisted. “The Boromir I know would never tolerate unfaithfulness from his lover. What has Aragorn said to make you agree to this plan of his?”

“For the last time; this was my idea! I suggested this to Aragorn; and if I suffer it is my own fault, no-one else’s!” Boromir said in exasperation, throwing his hands in the air. “Faramir, please, you are only making this harder for me to bear. Can we speak of something else for a change? How was Ithilien?”

Faramir held his hand up in a placating manner. “Peace, brother; I was merely concerned about you, but I will leave this topic if it is your wish. And to answer your question; Ithilien was, as it always is this time of the year, very fair. We hunted a lot of game but no more than was planned beforehand; it was not our intention to upset the balance of the nature, but rather to ensure that the population will not grow too big. One of Aragorn’s councillors showed some concern over our intentions”, he explained dryly. “Sometimes I believe that the palace-dwellers find us soldiers coarse and of limited brain capacity.”

Boromir laughed and patted his younger brother’s back. “Poor Faramir; how it must irk you to be thought of as unscholarly! You were always more interested in books than I was; actually I believe you would make a better Steward than myself, whereas I would be much happier roaming the wilds and living with the soldiers.”

Faramir laughed, as well, relieved that Boromir’s mood seemed to lift. It was then that one of the younger soldiers approached them, wishing to exchange a few words with his Captain before favouring a warm and comfortable bed over the festivities. Faramir spoke with him a moment in hushed tones; he was very pleased with how well this particular youth had performed in their latest assignment. The lad blushed at the praise; it meant a lot to him to be spoken thusly by their Captain who usually was sparse with compliments.

The comely young man caught Boromir’s eye; he was tall and slender, yet nicely built, and he was quite fair of face. The young soldier blushed anew as he realised that the Steward was eyeing him, but he met the older man’s eyes boldly despite his flushed state.

Faramir’s eyebrow rose as he realised what was going on between the other two males, and gave his blessing in his own way. “I will go now and greet King Elessar and Prince Legolas”, he said loudly and clapped his brother on his shoulder. “Boromir, we will speak more tomorrow. Have a pleasant evening”, he called over his shoulder and grinned as he saw that Boromir’s eyes never left the young soldier named Caruaidd.

Boromir remembered Aragorn’s words about him not minding if the Steward took another to his bed that eve, and so he quelled the sense of guilt that came with desiring another. It was time for the newlyweds to retire soon and Boromir was pleased that he had found someone to show to Aragorn should his lover seek him before departing to his chambers with the Elf.

“Are you ready to retire?” Aragorn asked in a quiet voice, speaking directly into Legolas’ leaf-shaped ear so that others wouldn’t hear his question. “The formalities for tonight are now over and we can take our leave.”

Legolas shivered as the Man’s warm breath caressed his ear; the feeling was very sensual and raised goose bumps all over his body. Exhaling slowly he nodded his affirmative to the King’s question. Legolas was still anxious about what was going to happen once they were alone in their bedchamber, but he had decided to believe Aragorn’s promise to not to harm him. His eyes sought Tiríon in the crowd and then turned to his husband. “Aye, in a moment. I would wish to speak with my father’s advisor ere leaving, if that is fine with you?”

Aragorn nodded and released Legolas from his arms a bit reluctantly. “Of course. Take your time; I will speak with Captain Faramir while you are conversing with Tiríon; I am curious to know about his and his soldiers’ journey to Ithilien. Let me know when you are ready to leave.”

Legolas gave a chaste kiss on Aragorn’s cheek and nodded courteously at the red-haired man who appeared before them. He then left the two men alone and went to search for Tiríon. There was something familiar about the Captain’s appearance, he thought, but dismissed the idea and turned his attention to finding his father’s advisor. Legolas wished to speak with Tiríon, for he still had a few questions that he needed to ask before leaving to the privacy of their chambers with Aragorn.

Tiríon excused himself from the discussion he was participating in as he saw the young Prince approach. “Congratulations, Legolas”, he said warmly, and bowed slightly. “You have been very brave today; your father would be very proud of you”, he then added in more hushed tones.

Legolas smiled slightly. “Thank you, Tiríon. The day has been taxing, but everyone has been nice to me,” his smile faltered a bit as he remembered Aragorn’s advisor’s crude words to him, “and all in all everything has gone quite well. Can I speak with you in private before Aragorn and I retire? I would like to ask you a few questions.”

“Of course”, Tiríon immediately said and linked his arm with the Prince’s. “Let us walk a bit, lest anyone overhears us. Now, what is in your mind, Prince?”

The couple walked around the Hall, discussing in hushed tones, before Tiríon noticed Aragorn watching them. He smiled a reassuring smile to the monarch and turned back to Legolas. “Now, I think ‘tis better for you to return to your husband’s side; he is looking at us from across the room.”

“Will you be busy tomorrow morn?” Legolas asked a bit anxiously. “If not, I would love it if you could visit me in my chambers after breakfast. I can ask Aragorn to give us some privacy.”

“Of course, if that is what you wish. Now, go to King Elessar and spend a lovely evening”, the advisor said and squeezed his shoulder briefly. “We will speak more come morning.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Legolas removed the circlet from his brow and carefully unbraided his hair, running his fingers through the locks to ensure that there were no tangles and then smoothed his hair to fall on his back. He undressed slowly, folding his tunic and breeches on the chair that was placed next to the wash-basin and wrapped a silken dressing robe around his slender body. He then proceeded to wash his face in the warm water, dabbing his skin dry with a lush towel that hung nearby. Having done all this he failed to thing of anything else that would justify his lingering so he gathered his courage and exited the bathroom to the candle-lit bedroom.

“I thought you had decided to take a bath”, Aragorn commented lightly as he finally saw the Prince emerge. His tone belied his excitement as seeing Legolas like this; undressed, his hair down. The sight was even more provoking than he had thought possible and he felt his manhood stir against his thigh. Aragorn cleared his throat and raised a goblet that was filled with red wine. “Would you like some? I know you are not in a habit of drinking spirits but this is a special occasion, is it not? Also, it could help you relax a bit.”

Legolas accepted the goblet thankfully; it was true that he was nervous. If there was anything he could do to lessen his anxiety he was willing to do it. “Thank you. And no, I took a bath this morning. I merely wanted to make myself more comfortable”, he murmured into the glass.

“You look lovely”, Aragorn said honestly. He saw Legolas blush at the compliment and take a large swig of the red liquid. The unused-to-alcohol Elf coughed as the wine burned its way down his throat. “Oh, I should probably have warned you of this wine, ‘tis of dwarven make and very potent. I rarely indulge in it myself but since this indeed is a special occasion…” He let his voice trail off.

Legolas nodded. “Aye, you do not, after all, get married every day.” He winced mentally as soon as the words left his mouth, what a stupid thing to say! Nervously he consumed another mouthful and managed to swallow it without any fuss. “I mean, uh, this is a very significant day for me as well… This morning I was still Legolas, the Prince of Mirkwood, and yet this night finds me Legolas, the Prince Consort of Gondor”, he explained. “True, I will always remain my father’s son and a Prince of his realm, but I feel that something essential about me has changed.”

Aragorn nodded kindly at the rambling Elf and gestured at the large bed, hoping that it didn’t appear lewd to Legolas. “Would you sit down, please?”

“Do you wish to speak with me?” Legolas asked reservedly. He did, however, do as Aragorn bid him and sat on the very edge of the bed, looking at his husband with wary eyes. He didn’t fail to notice how enormous the bed was and this reminded him of what was to take place here. Aragorn could have cursed aloud as he saw how Legolas’ body stiffened. He had already started to believe that the Prince’s apprehension regarding this night had started to fade, but it seemed that all it took was a look on their marital bed and they were back to where they started.

“Nay… I wish for you to be calm, and relaxed. I have told you that I will not harm you; and to that I hold. You have nothing to fear from me, Legolas.” The Man’s voice was honest and Legolas wanted to trust him. He relaxed with an effort and smiled a shaky smile.

“I am sorry; it seems that I am very anxious still”, he apologised. “Perhaps, if you… removed some of your clothing as well I would not feel so… exposed”, he suggested and surprised even himself by saying such a bold thing. “Not that I would presume to tell you what to do, of course”, he hastily added and almost dropped his goblet in his embarrassment. What’s wrong with me? He thought and dropped his gaze to the floor. He fully expected Aragorn to take offence at his words; he would have been appalled had the Man insinuated that he should undress for him, and expected Aragorn to feel the same way.

“Do not apologise, please, Legolas”, the King said as he saw the Elf’s embarrassment. “You have every right to ask me to undress; you are my husband, are you not?” He asked, trying to lighten the atmosphere. At the Prince’s nod he stood up from the chair and placed his goblet on the table. “I will be back soon.”

Legolas watched the Man walk away and breathed deep as the door behind him closed. It was odd, being with Aragorn like this. Sure, they had spent evenings together before, but it had been innocent and they had always slept in their own chambers. But now they were a married couple and Aragorn would expect to get intimate with him as soon as he returned from the bathroom. Legolas sipped at the dwarven wine nervously, thinking about the discussion he had had with Tiríon before they left the feast.

Legolas inhaled deeply, not sure how to broach this subject. “I, uh, well. I know you explained to me earlier what will happen this night and I think I understand it all. I was just wondering when I will know for sure whether I have conceived or not?”

“You will know it quite soon after the mating, probably in a few hours, or so I have been told”, his father’s advisor answered. “The baby will communicate with you throughout the pregnancy, and the bonding will start immediately. You will get to know one another quite well during the year he spends in your womb.”

“So I will know right away if it is a boy”, Legolas mused and blushed as Tiríon raised an eyebrow at him. “I was merely thinking… Everyone wishes the child to be male, of course. I wish it also, for if it is a girl I will have to get pregnant again in the hopes of the new baby being male and a suitable heir. And then I would have two small children to look after, and frankly I am not ready to care for one child, let alone two. Also, it would take the weight off Aragorn’s shoulders, and I do not wish to see him troubled”, Legolas admitted and then smiled a bit embarrassed. “Forgive me, I was rambling. I think what I wanted to know if there is a way to ensure that the baby is a boy. I mean a certain mating position or something like that.”

Tiríon nearly burst out laughing at his question; not because it was funny, but because it was so like Legolas to ask such a thing. He always wanted to be prepared for everything and make things go smooth for everyone else; now he wanted to make sure that Aragorn’s firstborn was male.

“Dear Legolas”, he said fondly, “if there was such a way I am certain I would have heard of it, but alas, ‘tis not so. However, I have heard some talk about a certain position that can make the conception happen quicker, and some claim that this really has an effect on the gender of the child. I am not convinced that this is the case, but surely it cannot hurt to try it out.”

“Can you tell me what the position is?” Legolas whispered, leaning closer to his old friend.

“If you lie on your back, and lift your legs on his shoulders, he will gain deeper penetration and release his seed deep inside you, which, according to some, will result in the child being male”, Tiríon answered and smiled again as he saw Legolas blush at his words. “Or alternatively you can wrap your legs around his waist and pull him deeper.”

“Sweet Valar”, Legolas said. “I will never be able to look at him in the eyes again after this night! But surely I cannot suggest those positions to him; what would he think of me? That would seem so odd; I am but a silly inexperienced virgin and he is the one with all the experience.”

“Then, by all means, you should trust his experience and give yourself to his care”, the advisor suggested and was pleased when Legolas nodded. “Heed my words, young Prince; everything will be fine, and in a year you will have a baby to love and look after. Things will be much easier for you then, I promise.”

His musings were interrupted as the bathroom door opened and Aragorn walked in. Legolas swallowed at the sight; the King had also rid himself of him clothes and was now dressed in a robe made of black silk. The cloth did nothing to cover the broadness of his shoulders, or the slimness of his hips, or the muscular width of his chest. The Prince found that he couldn’t take his eyes off of the Man and blushed. He couldn’t deny that Aragorn looked magnificent, and he was at loss with his own reaction. Legolas felt a warm, slow tingle in the base his spine and in his stomach; it was excitement, surely, but there was a more primal feel to it as well. Had the Elf been more experienced he would have recognized the feeling right away, the beginning of arousal.

“Can I join you in bed?” Aragorn asked. He had seen the Elf’s eyes widen as he stepped inside the room, and he couldn’t help the warm glow that spread through his body; Legolas seemed to find him attractive after all. Aragorn simply hoped that it wasn’t just the wine that made him react thusly; he didn’t want Legolas to get drunk but only to relax a little. He always seemed a bit tense and nervous, and Aragorn wanted to make this night a good and memorable one for Legolas.

The Elf nodded, his teeth catching on his lower lip. The Man approached the bed slowly, seemingly not wanting to scare Legolas or crowd him. He came to sit down next to him after taking the wine glass for him and putting it on a nearby table, aware of the big blue eyes that studied his face very carefully. Aragorn smiled at him and raised his hand to rest on the Elf’s cheek. Gently he swept the high cheekbone with his fingers, admiring the finely boned features of his mate. Legolas met his intense gaze despite the odd feeling in his stomach. Why had he never noticed before just how beautiful Aragorn’s eyes were? They were kind, yet intense, and now there was something in them that Legolas couldn’t quite decipher. Legolas felt again the strange fluttering in his heart as he looked at Aragorn, but before he could dwell any more on his thoughts the Man leaned forward and gently claimed his lips.

The Elf almost bolted off of the bed as Aragorn’s lips pressed against his. There was nothing urgent about it; it was slow and sensuous, and gradually Legolas responded to the kiss. Aragorn made a pleased noise in his throat as he felt the Elf’s lips move against his own, and he made a conscious effort not to unleash his passion but to proceed with caution; after all, this was Legolas’ first real kiss. The Prince let out a small whimper as the Man pulled back; he didn’t want the kiss end so soon.

“You are so very fair”, Aragorn whispered with reverence, taking in the swollen lips and the flushed cheeks. “By the Valar you are beautiful, Legolas; more so than anything my eyes have ever beheld.”

Legolas blushed at the praise, not being used to such compliments. His father had always told him that what a person does is more important than what a person looks like, and never said anything about his son’s appearance, as fair as it was. And since Legolas led quite a solitary life, spending his time in the forest alone, he rarely had any contact with people apart from his brothers and father and had thusly missed the admiring glances that were thrown his way regularly by other Elves.

“Thank you”, the Elf said shyly. “I am nothing special, though. At home no one looks at me twice, or thinks anything about my appearance. There are many who are fairer than I.”

“I find that very hard to believe”, the King said huskily and leaned forward a little. “May I kiss you again?”

“Please”, Legolas whispered, leaning toward his mate as well. He closed his eyes as Aragorn’s mouth covered his own and the Man wrapped his arms around his slender husband.

This kiss was more heated than the previous one, their mouths sliding against one another. Legolas felt himself react to it in a most improper manner imaginable; he felt his member starting to fill with blood. Startled, he placed his hand on Aragorn’s thigh, wanting to escape the embrace that made him embarrass himself in such fashion. He was surprised when Aragorn pulled him more tightly against himself, and even more so when he felt his hand slide off of Aragorn’s thigh to his lap and come in contact with his erect cock. Legolas broke the kiss with a startled yelp and met Aragorn’s worried eyes.

“What is wrong?” the Man questioned, panting lightly. Kissing Legolas like that had been heavenly, and he felt arousal gripping his body; his manhood ached to be buried deep inside Legolas.

“I… This is going a bit fast”, Legolas confessed, wrapping his robe more tightly around himself and pulling back from Aragorn. “Could I… perhaps have more wine?”

The Man swallowed his frustration and rose to pour more wine for Legolas. He did nothing to cover his erection, though, and it tented the front of his robe very blatantly. Legolas eyed it discreetly, a bit dismayed at the size of the Man’s organ; it had felt big to his hand, and it looked enormous under the silken cloth. He lifted his gaze from Aragorn’s groin as he came to stand in front of him. “There you go”, Aragorn said kindly, smiling a bit at having caught him staring.

Legolas consumed the second glass of wine very quickly; so quickly in fact that Aragorn became worried. “Legolas, if you still have doubts about being intimate with me, I would rather you speak to me about it than drink yourself to a stupor”, he said and took the goblet from the Elf. “I am sorry if I was too enthusiastic and scared you, but I thought that you found pleasure in it, too. Forgive me if I trespassed.”

“You did not”, Legolas whispered. The wine warmed his belly and his insides, but it was not the sole reason to the fluttering feeling in the pit of his stomach. The truth was that Legolas felt a bit intimidated, but not by Aragorn, he was scared of his own reaction to their kiss. It was the first time in his life that he remembered getting aroused like this; the few times he had taken himself to hand had been brief and done merely to relieve some tension in his body. Afterwards he had always felt dirty and ashamed of his actions, and felt the need to cleanse himself very thoroughly in the palace baths.

Aragorn hummed a bit, trying to think of what to do next. It was clear that Legolas was not relaxed, and any pressure on his part would only make things worse. “Why do we not lie down”, he suggested. “You can tell me about Mirkwood and your family, and perhaps about your childhood also, if you will. I would like to hear more of your life in your father’s house.”

Legolas visibly relaxed at the suggestion. He had expected Aragorn to say something very different; perhaps something about his duties to him as his mate or about his drinking. “I would love to”, he said and watched as his husband lay down on the bed before joining him. Carefully he settled next to the Man, and after a brief hesitation he laid his head on his chest. He could tell that Aragorn was pleased by the way he caressed his hair and bestowed a small kiss on his forehead.

Legolas told him of his father, how he ruled his kingdom and how well-loved he was by his subjects; of his brothers, one of whom was with a new baby and of his own regret that he wouldn’t be there to welcome the little one to the family; his little nephew Orthelian, who loved to play with him and always insisted on coming along when he left the palace to have a walk in the forest.

He then told Aragorn of a rather amusing incident that involved his nephew, himself, blueberry juice and his hair. The King laughed as the Elf admitted that it had taken him four weeks to wash it all out, and he had even considered cutting his hair short at some point. Then he sighed. “I just wish that I could see them all soon again. Tavor will have his hands full with the new child and surely would have use for a babysitter for Orthelian. His husband is one of my father’s advisors, and cannot be spared to help with the children due to his duties in the court.”

“I think that soon you will be with child, also, and need all your strength to look properly after yourself and our little one”, Aragorn reminded his mate. “Who knows, perhaps you can visit your family next year with our baby. I might even join you; it would be nice to get acquainted with your kin.”

Legolas then told him of what was it like in Mirkwood where both light and dark existed, how it felt to wander under the canopies after it had been raining, and how content he had been with his life. “I am not saying that I am unhappy now”, Legolas said, “but then I did not know of anything else, and I believed that my life, as it was then, was perfect for me. Mirkwood was my home and an endless source of adventures for me. I did not long for anything else. Even though I think that I would have yearned to see more of Arda had I stayed longer in my father’s house.”

“I am glad that I got to know you”, Aragorn said honestly. “I must be honest with you and say that selfish as it may be, I am happy that you are here, with me.”

This simple statement warmed Legolas’ heart unexpectedly much and he raised his head to meet Aragorn’s eyes. “I am, too”, he said and encouraged by the gentle smile that adorned the Man’s lips he initiated a kiss. Aragorn was so surprised that he didn’t do anything at first. After finally realising that he had a warm and willing Elf in his arms and said Elf’s lips were pressed against his own, he responded and became an active participant. Legolas let out an involuntary moan as Aragorn’s tongue demanded entrance and then slipped between his lips.

The sound went straight to Aragorn’s loins. With a soft growl he rolled over to lie atop his mate, careful not to crush him under his weight. Legolas wrapped his slender arms around the Man’s solid torso, wanting more of that enticing tongue that mapped his mouth with confident thrusts. Slowly and deliberately Aragorn rolled his hips against Legolas’, and it was a pleasant surprise for him to find a matching hardness beneath the Elf’s silken robe. Legolas shivered as he felt the proof of the Man’s passion for him against his thigh, and this only managed to fuel his own desire for Aragorn. He didn’t know when or how it had happened, but he couldn’t deny the attraction that was between them; despite his initial reluctance to be intimate with the Man he now willingly submitted, trusting his body to Aragorn’s capable hands.

Aragorn gently pushed his robe open with his hands and kissed a trail from his mouth to his chin and downward. Legolas gasped in surprise as he felt the moist lips on his neck, suckling lightly on the sensitive skin. He arched off the bed and moaned again as his hard member came in contact with Aragorn’s, even if they were separated by two layers of clothing.

“Sweet Valar”, the Elf exclaimed as he felt tension starting to coil in the pit of his stomach and started to rub his aching manhood more insistently against the Man’s body. “Aragorn, oh gods… I think I am going to… Oh!”

The King had found Legolas’ weak spot, the tips of his ears. He had always found Elven ears fascinating; the elegant curve of the ear and the delicate tips that just begged to be nibbled on were far too enticing for him to resist. He stroked them lightly with his fingertips, rubbing them between his fingers and revelling in the sounds this elicited from the normally composed Elf. He was very surprised however, when he felt Legolas buck under him, his body going rigid and then heard a shuddering moan that marked the Elf’s climax.

Carefully he eased off of Legolas, kissing the tip of his nose gently and smiling at the flushed and embarrassed Elf. Legolas felt his cheeks burn hotly with humiliation; how immature was that, to spill your seed after having your ears stimulated a little? He smiled shyly up at Aragorn and murmured something unintelligible.

“Pardon?” the Man said, brushing some sweaty tendrils of the Elf’s hair off of his damp forehead. Odd, he had always thought that Elves didn’t sweat, but then again, such presumption was quite ridiculous.

“Oh, nothing”, Legolas said, clearer this time. He grimaced a little as the wet silk of his robe clung to his groin, his seed cooling down rapidly on his overheated skin. He glanced at his mate shyly as he rid himself of the robe. “’Twas a bit uncomfortable”, he explained when Aragorn arched a surprised eyebrow.

The Man nodded in understanding and slowly undressed himself, tossing his own robe aside. Legolas swallowed as he saw him in his naked glory for the first time; his muscles were well defined under the bronzed skin, speaking of hours spent sword-fighting and training. Aragorn noticed the expression on Legolas’ face; apprehension mixed with want. His eyes were kind when he spoke to the Elf. “You can watch your fill, I do not mind. I know this all is new to you and perhaps a bit frightening as well, but I promise not to do anything you are not ready for.” He then lay down next to the Elf. “You can touch me, if you wish. I am flesh and blood just like anyone else; there is naught to fear.”

Legolas bit his lip as he watched the Man. Aragorn was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, but he couldn’t help feeling a bit apprehensive about the King’s member. It was long and thick, definitely bigger than his, and it only seemed to be semi-erect at the time. Legolas didn’t even want to think about how large it would be when fully roused. He shifted his gaze from his mate’s groin upward to his upper body, noticing that there was hair on the Man’s chest. Curiously he reached out with his hand and ran his fingers through the hair; it tickled a bit, but was softer than it looked.

Aragorn couldn’t suppress a shiver as he felt Legolas’ hand on his body; it was light and inexperienced, but arousing nonetheless. The Elf’s wandering fingers squeezed his pectoral muscles and pinched his nipples briefly. Aragorn let out a startled gasp at the little sting and met Legolas’ mischievous eyes. He laughed in amazement at his mate’s newly found boldness. “That felt nice, Legolas, very nice”, he admitted as the Elf’s eyebrows rose in amusement. “As you can probably see”, he then added, referring to his stiffening cock that had got a few ideas from the Elf’s touches. Legolas glanced downward and was met with the sight of a fully roused King. He found that he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. It jutted proudly from a nest of dark curls, thick and long and straight as an arrow.

“Sweet Eru”, Legolas whispered and licked his lips nervously. Was that thing supposed to fit inside of him? He thought of his small opening and then considered the width of Aragorn’s manhood and winced. The head of the cock alone was the size of a plum, and the base was even wider. “I… do not know what to do with it”, he admitted softly, his eyes never leaving the swollen cock. “’Tis very big.”

Aragorn felt ridiculously flattered by the soft admission. He knew he was above average when it came to the size of his manhood, and it had always been a source of pride for him. Now, however, he wished it was smaller; he knew that it was going to hurt the Elf when he first took him, and he wished to spare Legolas the pain. “You do not have to fear it, Legolas; it may be big, but it can give great pleasure as well. As for what you can do with it; it certainly likes to be touched, in any manner. Again, you do not have to do anything, but perhaps it can dissuade your apprehension a bit if you try and get familiar with it.”

Legolas nodded uncertainly before slowly bringing his hand to Aragorn’s groin and taking the manhood into his palm. He wrapped his slim fingers around the shaft and inhaled quickly as he realised that his fingers barely met. He heard Aragorn sigh with pleasure at the initial touch, and this encouraged him to slide his palm downward. This action was met with another pleased sound and Legolas smiled a bit.

He looked down at his hand that was holding the cock, wondering how he should proceed when something came to his mind. He remembered once overhearing a conversation between two young Elves back in Mirkwood; they hadn’t known that he was resting on a branch up in a tree as they had sat under the same tree and started discussing intimate matters.

”I told him that we cannot do that ere we are wed, so he asked me to take him into my mouth”, the younger of the duo said. “It certainly was not as unpleasing as it may sound, and he seemed to enjoy it very much, although it did not do very much for me. He was very pleased that I did it, and he now asks me to do it every time we meet. He said that I should not tell my parents about it, for ‘tis an intimate act and probably should not be done ere our wedding, but since it cannot get me pregnant and it does not compromise my virginity in any way, there is no harm in engaging in it every now and then.”

“I have never done that”, the other one confessed. “My intended once said he would like me to do it for him, but I declined since I do not know how to do it properly. I would like to learn, though, for he was very disappointed when I told him no.”

“Just mind your teeth; he will not appreciate being bitten”, the first one said. “Use a lot of tongue, and lips, and lick at it whenever possible; it will drive him mad with want. Oh, and keep your mouth wet at all times, and tight around him, and he will certainly spill soon. I believe he will like it even better if you swallow everything that he has to give; my fiancée definitely loves it when I do that.”

Legolas remembered that their conversation hadn’t made much sense to him then (he had in fact giggled at the thought of taking someone into your mouth; how on Arda were they supposed to fit in?) but he now understood what they had been talking about and blushed madly; he would never have thought that you could suck on a cock, but it seemed that it was common enough a practise and he, naïve as he was, had a lot to learn. He glanced quickly up at Aragorn and saw that the Man had closed his eyes, enjoying the steady grip his hand had on his cock. Legolas made up his mind then; if male Elves enjoyed the act, surely Men did too. He wanted to show Aragorn that he wasn’t totally incompetent in bedroom; so far he had acted exactly like the virgin Princeling that he was, and it suddenly annoyed him that Aragorn had to guide him through everything.

Determinedly he bent his head and after wetting his lips wrapped them around the taut head of the cock, his tongue coming forward and making a few teasing licks on the sensitive knob. The taste was quite bitter and salty, but the Elf found it surprisingly pleasing; in fact it aroused in him a need to have more of it. Carefully, minding his teeth, he slid his mouth downward on the thick cock, his tongue mapping the large vein on the underside of the shaft.

Aragorn’s eyes flew open at the first touch of Legolas’ lips. He looked quickly downward and had to suppress a gasp at the sight; the Elf’s beautifully carved lips were wrapped around him, sliding wetly up and down on his excited manhood. Aragorn couldn’t help moaning as the pink tongue came out from between the perfect lips and licked lovingly at the swollen head of his cock. Legolas’ eyes darted up to meet his and Aragorn could have sworn that the Elf blushed. He stopped what he was doing and started to get up, when Aragorn gently brought his hand to stroke his hair lightly.

“What you just did felt wonderful, Legolas; I enjoyed it very much. Thank you”, he said sincerely and was rewarded with a slight smile from the Prince. He couldn’t help wondering, though, where exactly he had learned such tricks; according to the Elf, he was completely inexperienced and yet the skillful handling of his manhood told him otherwise. Aragorn banished such thoughts with determination and encouraged Legolas to come up to lie beside him. Gently he tipped the Elf’s head so that their lips met again. The taste of his own pre-come on Legolas’ lips was almost his undoing, but he managed to control himself with effort.

“Is this fine?” He asked, laying a hand on Legolas’ stomach. “Are we going too fast?”

The Prince’s heart hammered in his chest but he managed to shake his head. Aragorn sat up on the bed and ran his hands down the Prince’s torso, his fingertips sliding smoothly on the soft skin. Legolas gasped as he felt his manhood twitch a bit against his thigh; surely he wouldn’t get excited again, this soon? It seemed that the King knew where to touch him to bring out a response. Slowly he stroked Legolas’ body, bringing his hands closer and closer to his crotch. Legolas expected him to head straight to his opening, but the Man’s hands remained where they were, drawing soothing circles on the glowing skin. Slowly he started to relax and closed his eyes.

The touches were not threatening in the least; in fact, they made him feel safe, wanted… loved. “Aníron…” the Elf breathed as he felt the strong fingers brush his reawakened cock. The teasing brush was soon repeated and then replaced by Aragorn’s lips. Legolas let out a pleased keen as his throbbing member was consumed to the root, trying to push it in deeper and get more of that wicked tongue that did things around the swollen head. He parted his legs to give more room to Aragorn, not wanting him to ever stop what he was doing. So this is how it felt to be in the receiving end, he now realised and understood how much Aragorn had enjoyed his earlier ministrations. The thought made him very proud. He raised his head to meet Aragorn’s eyes and smiled a bit, not exactly knowing how to react to the sight of the King kneeling between his legs, his manhood down his throat.

Aragorn let the cock slip from his mouth and slowly, maintaining eye contact he reached for a vial of oil that was conveniently placed on a night drawer next to the large bed. Legolas bit his lip as he realised what was coming. This was it, then. There was no turning back. Aragorn uncorked the vial and poured some of the shining liquid onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the oil. He sensed the Elf’s apprehension and stroked his thigh comfortingly, pleased as he felt Legolas relax into the touch once more. His fingers sought the small opening between Legolas’ nether cheeks and let them brush over it, first very lightly and then with more pressure. Legolas whimpered as the Man touched the most intimate place on his body, which no one else had even seen before. It felt oddly exciting, and when Aragorn asked him to lift his legs a little Legolas complied.

The Man’s erection poked his stomach insistently at the sight of the small, pink entrance to the Elf’s body. With steady fingers Aragorn rubbed the little opening, listening closely to the noises Legolas was making for any signs of discomfort. So far the small whimpers and moans had sounded like Legolas was enjoying himself and Aragorn felt safe to continue. Carefully he slipped in a fingertip, then another, as he felt the tight ring of muscle starting to give in. He took the vial again and poured some more oil onto his fingers before pushing them back in. Legolas was so tight and so hot around his fingers that he thought he wouldn’t last long once he was inside. Finally he was able to insert a third finger and after stretching the opening with both skill and care he withdrew them and took his erection to hand.

“If you do not want this say it to me now”, Aragorn said seriously, his eyes dark and burning. He felt a strong need to possess the Elf, to take him, to mark Legolas as his. “I swear to you I will stop if you wish it, but you need to tell me now. I will not be able to stop once I am inside you.”

Legolas considered his words and then nodded; relaxing his body as well as he could, preparing to be penetrated. He tried not to think about the thick cock Aragorn sported but it was easier said than done since the Man was now coating it with oil, getting ready to claim his virginity. Aragorn lifted the Elf’s calves onto his shoulders, leaning forward to rest his weight on his left hand, as he brought his cock to Legolas’ opening with his right hand. He watched the Elf’s face closely as he started applying more pressure, aware of the fact that this was going to hurt no matter what he did. The guardian muscle of Legolas’ entrance resisted the pressure, and Aragorn saw Legolas grimace in discomfort.

“Shhh, all will be well”, he whispered, leaning forward to kiss Legolas’ panting mouth to distract him from the pain. The added pressure pushed the tip of his cock through the sphincter and the Elf stiffened in pain, whimpering loudly into the Man’s mouth. Aragorn groaned as the strong muscle gripped his cock forcefully around the head, making it impossible for him to move. “Relax, the pain will pass soon”, he panted, struggling not to force his cock deeper into the enticing wet heat. “I will not move yet, so that you can adjust to its size. Relax, it will be better soon, I promise.”

Legolas was dimly aware of the comforting words; he could only concentrate on the sharp pain on his opening. Aragorn was so thick around the head that even though he had been prepared with oil and fingers it was almost too much for him for him to bear. Gradually and with a considerable effort Legolas relaxed his muscles and was rewarded with the pain lessening into a dull ache. His erection had wilted due to the discomfort, but when Aragorn’s cock pushed deeper it came into contact with something that almost made Legolas leap off of the bed.

“By the Valar, what was that?” The Elf’s blue eyes were wide with amazement; what on Arda had Aragorn done to make him feel like that? It felt like a thousand fireworks had exploded inside of him, making him feel dizzy in pleasure mixed with pain. Aragorn laughed softly and repeated the thrust, his cockhead bumping solidly against Legolas’ prostate. The Prince moaned in response, tightening his legs around the King and pushing his hips down to get more of the manhood that filled him so completely, ignoring the fact that his entrance still hurt every time Aragorn’s thick member moved within him. The Man sheathed half of his length, moaning at the delicious tightness that hugged his cock jealously, and kissed his way from the Elf’s mouth to his temple and forward to his ear.

Legolas almost shrieked as Aragorn suckled the sensitive tip of his ear and at the same time stabbed his pleasure spot with quick thrusts. He sobbed something in Sindarin, almost crying at the pleasure that consumed him. The pain was still there, reminding him that his opening was not used to being used thusly, but it was bearable now that Aragorn had found another weak spot in his body. The Man bit gently at the pointed tip, growling softly as this caused Legolas to tighten his inner muscles even further around him. With steady thrusts and alternating between sucking and biting on his ear Aragorn brought Legolas to another earth-shattering climax. The Elf cried out at the violent surge of pleasure that ran through him, leaving him boneless and senseless, making him spill his creamy seed between their sweaty bodies.

Aragorn grunted as he was squeezed by the strong inner muscles and sheathed his full erection into the contracting socket. His lips sought Legolas’, claiming dominance over the kiss, his rigid erection thrusting with ever-increasing pace into the Elf’s tight sheath. He withdrew his cock to the brink with each thrust before pushing it back in, his balls slapping against Legolas’ firm backside. The Man manoeuvred his hand between their bodies, grasping the Elf’s still-hard member tightly and stroking it in time with his thrusts. Legolas’ cries were muffled by his mouth but Aragorn felt how his body went rigid again and his manhood twitched dryly in his hand. With two, three, four steady thrusts Aragorn reached his peak as well and spilled his seed deep inside the Elf with a loud moan.

They were quiet for some time, listening to one another’s quick breathing and the hammering of their hearts, neither one knowing what to say. Finally Aragorn raised his head and met Legolas’ eyes. “Was it good for you?” He asked, gently disentangling from the Elf’s arms and legs that were wrapped around him. He smiled as Legolas nodded drowsily and then yawned. “You must be tired. Let me clean you first, and then you can go to sleep.”

Aragorn withdrew his softening cock from inside Legolas and was dismayed at the sight of blood. There wasn’t much of it, but then again, there should have been none. Aragorn looked at Legolas with an apology on his lips but didn’t say anything as he saw that the Prince had already fallen asleep, his eyes open but distant in reverie. The King quietly went into the bathroom to retrieve a soft cloth, with which he cleansed himself, and then took another to clean Legolas with. The Elf didn’t wake up when he climbed back to the bed. Aragorn spooned up behind him, wrapping a gentle arm around him, pulling him closer to his body. To be this close to the beautiful Prince, to smell his hair and his skin evoked many feelings in his heart, but he felt too tired to try and analyze what it meant. All he knew was that he had Legolas in his arms and he wouldn’t change it for anything.

“Good night, Legolas”, he whispered against the blonde hair.

After a few hours he woke to find Legolas’ backside pressing against his renewed erection, and he slid inside him, finding him still wet and open, and the couple made love again, slowly and without urgency, only their gasps marking their pleasure.


TBC…

A/N: What do you think? Please feed me.