Secrets Between Worlds

Author: I defy sleep and bring you more horribly impassioned smut. woo..

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Aragorn kisses the jaw which he had caused so much pain the day before. He continued his trail of kisses down the elf's neck and chest. He stopped, only to dip his tongue into the elf's belly button. As he continued down, the gentle kisses, turned into gentle bites. He sucked forcefully enough of the inside of the elf's thigh to leave marks. By now, the warm flesh and hot breath against his body had woken Legolas from sleep. "hello love" Came Aragorn's muffled greeting from under the sheet as he continued to suck at Legolas' sensative skin. Legolas's roaming hands pulled Aragorn up to him, the veiling sheet following, hanging over Aragorn's head. Legolas pulled Aragorn into a hungry kiss, arching his hips up for precious contact. Aragorn ground his hips against Legolas' in return, returning the ferocious kiss. "You are a very good way to wake up." Legolas murmered against Aragorn's neck as the man attacked his. Aragorn's attentions moved up, iliciting a high whine from the elf as he ground the tip of the elf's sensitive ear slightly between his teeth. Aragorn soothed the abrasion with his tongue, causing further noises from the writhing elf below him.

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It was still quite early in the morning when Travis sat on the edge of Lena's bed, having come in to let her know he was back. What he'd gotten from her in exchange was a half asleep half dreamy account of Aragorn and Legolas. He couldn't help but smile to himself, he'd thought he'd seen something between the two on many occasions. "You're very lucky my little pixie." He remarked as he kissed her softly on the forehead, "It's still early, dream your self a beautiful elf." Lena smiled at him through sleep clouded eyes. She was glad that the only person she could tell, understood. He rose and left the room, closing her bedroom door behind her. He was glad she was happy, and that his friends seemed to be as well.

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Legolas rocked his hips in one last motion against Aragorn's as unconsciousness took it's momentary claim on him and he slumped forward into Aragorn's arms. Aragorn pulled away from the elf and turned him, so Legolas' back was snug to his chest. It wasn't unusual for them to put too much energy into their time together, it was just Legolas who'd done it this time. He pulled the blankets back over their bodies, wrapping his arm around Legolas' waist. "sleep now, mellamin." Aragorn whispered softly against Legolas' ear as he let sleep take his own body.

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Lena thought very carefully, as carefully as she could while half asleep, about how she would even find Legolas and Aragorn once she got to Rivendell without raising suspicions. She remember back to a conversation she'd had with Travis.. making sure she wished herself to the right place. She only had to wish herself to where ever Legolas was.. was that specific enough? She could only hope so, because that was all she had.

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Lena walked down the closed off pathway, looking for anywhere that Legolas or Aragorn could be. She was vaguely aware that she wore nothing more than a thin night shift, the stone cool against her bare feet. She came to a sharp turn in the corridor, a wall before her. She sighed with frustration, what good was a corridor that led no where? Unless, you were only supposed to think it led no where. She reached out, touching her hand to the wall of vines before her. The wall that had atleast seemed solid was merely made of loose vines which could be pulled away like a curtain. She stepped inside, noting that the vines returned to their wall like stature once she released them. The room wasn't small, but it wasn't exactly large either. It looked similar to the room she'd claimed as her own, with one minor detail changed. In the bed, arms and legs tangled, lie Aragorn and Legolas. They looked so beautiful, sleeping like that.

Her behavior didn't require much thought, but then, everything she did in Rivendell seemed more of a second nature than a premeditated thought or action. Lifting the covers just slightly, Lena slid under the covers, curling her body against Legolas' and resting her head against his shoulder. Aragorn drew tiny circles against the flesh of hip while Legolas merely squirmed in his sleep, trying to maximize contact with this new source of heat. Aragorn gave her a lazy smile and ran his hand to the small of her back, pulling her body flush against Legolas' which was completely trapped between both bodies. Legolas sighed contentedly, returning to his peacful slumber. Lena on the other hand, wasn't very tired, and had plans of her own for Aragorn.

Freeing her arm from the sandwich of flesh, she took Aragorn's hand into her own, leading it upward. Though unsure, he allowed her arm to be guided up her thinly clothed flesh and toward her face. Slowly, a small pink tongue darted out from between Lena's lips, licking Aragorn's pointer finger from where it joined his palm, up to the tip. Lena drew her tongue around the tip of his finger delicately before sliding the length of the digit into her mouth. There was no doubt that Aragorn was fully alert now as the unusual sensations provided by Lena sent his head spinning. Lena hummed softly, sending vibrations through his finger and up his entire arm. As Lena continued her attention to his finger, Legolas made small mews and moans as his body responded to the heat and aroused flesh to either side of him.

It wasn't until Legolas tried to bring his hand toward the hard object against his lower back that he awoken enough to understand that he was in the middle of a very heated sandwich. Lena had moved to Aragorn's next finger, giving it the same treatment as the first. Legolas decided to take advantage that neither had noticed he was awake and slid his hand up onto Lena's hips, grinding his own against hers'. This only caused a genuine moan from Lena, which, combined with his own friction with Legolas, was not helping Aragorn's condition. "Good morning" Aragorn purred against Legolas ear. "very good morning" was legolas' response as he wiggled his way down, latching on to one of Lena's breasts through her thin night dress. Again, Legolas' simple efforts to be included caused a chain of reactions that he hadn't expected and suddenly he was being pulled from his contact with Lena's body and covered with Aragorn's. Aragorn leaned down, his lips close to Legolas' ear, and Lena's own lips as well. "you're too much sometimes little elf.." aragorn muttered as stole a quick kiss from Lena.

Legolas was content to give his attentions to Aragorn's nipples, licking and biting at the flesh while Aragorn and Lena continued heated exploration of eachother's mouths. Lena slid her hand in between the two men's bodies, wrapping her finger's around Legolas' length. The friction of Aragorn's body and Lena's hand was too much for Legolas to hold on for long, especially when both turned their attention to the skin about neckneck and shoulders. The final draw was each of them latching onto an ear, applying warm pressure. Lego cried out, his hips arching upward against Aragorn's, straining against Lena's hand as he felt release. Aragorn shifted his weight from his exhausted friend's body and moved over Lena's body to the empty bed on the other side of her.

Aragorn brought her hand up, tangling his fingers in her hair as he kissed her passionately, his other hand roaming, squeezing at the flesh of her breasts and hips and thighs, anything he could get his hands on. He brought his lips down, suckling at her breast, trying to give her what she desired. He applied pressure to the inside of her thigh, making small circular movements as he bit at her nipple and the flesh of her breast. Not one to take and not give back, Lena took Aragorn into her hand as she had taken Legolas. Both were near edge, and both wanted desperately for the other to give in. They locked eyes, and let go together, Aragorn's deep growl blending with her moans. "go'ta sleep.." a sleepy voice from the other side of the bed called, causing both of them to break into fits of laughter.

Lena tugged at Legolas, getting the elf to roll so he faced her. He snuggled her back up against his chest, content as he slung his arm over her hips. Aragorn pulled himself closer, resting his chin against the top of her hand and draping his arm over Legolas'.

A very good morning indeed.