The OtFellFellowship

The Other Fellowship

Aragorn made steady progress through the flat brown grasslands of Rhovanion. For early autumn, the weather was still benign and lacking the high winds and rain that were usual for the time of year in this particular area. The days were warm and comfortable though the nights were getting colder.

On this particular day, it was unusually hot as he climbed Jessonaire’s Mound. He was looking forward to his noonday break and something to eat and drink. He gave a rueful smile as he scaled this oddity in an otherwise flat and featureless landscape. The mound rose out of the land as a regularly shaped and curved feature. It was nearly two hundred feet high at its zenith, crowned by a substantial and ancient cairn.

Aragorn smiled again, scratching the immature black beard growth on his chin as he leaned against thge pge pile of granite rocks, looking at the broad vista before him and over which his route would travel. Backthe the distant past the legend of Jessonaire had given an explanation to this geological peculiarity. According to ancient stories, Jessonaire had been a female warrior, strong and powerful, passionate in her desire to battle Middle Earth’s direst oppressor, Sauron. She had fought alongside the combined armies of Men, Elves and Dwarves as well as the other people’s of their small universe. When she’d come face to face with the Dark Lord, she had brought her sword to bear on his vile flesh, slicing through it to render him momentarily impotent. As he rallied every ounce of cruelty and murderous intent within his being, he had knocked Jessonaire’s sword from her grasp, mutilating her beautiful body by severing her breast. That part of her had fallen to the ground where upon she had fallen to her knees, wracked with pain and despair. Sauron drove home his advantage by using her own sword to pierce her heart and kill her. Her blood seeped from under her dying body, covering the earth and her separated breast with it. Over time, the mound that was her breast had developed, nourished by her life essence until it had grown to be the landmark it was now.

The breeze lifted his long tousled hair and as he pulled a chunk of bread from his meagre supply, he wondered if the legend of Jessonaire was really true or not. He had always respected the myths and legends of the Ancientld, ld, believing that there was very rarely smoke without fire. From a distance the mound, with its granite cairn, did indeed look like a woman’s breast with its erect nipple, he knew it was a symbo fer fertility used by many. Occasionally people would visit the spot hoping that their livestock would produce healthy offspring and infertile women would lay naked across the mound, inviting their men to enter them, believing that Jessonaire’s magic would help them to conceive.

Aragorn drank from his flask of water, thinking about the orgy of coupling that took place from time to time at this place. Sighing, he was glad that his preference was not to bed women but to fuck men. Aragorn had always been very particular with whom he consorted and as a result spent most of his adult life alone, wandering the forests, marches and mountains, gathering news and information that contributed to the unseen, unknown security of Middle Earth.

Aragorn not not a man to commit himself lightly to anyone or anything without a great deal of thought and care, hence his very singularly lonely life. There were just a few men that Aragorn had shown any inst ist in and even they had never known him to give anything of himself, except for two. Aragorn’s main purpose in life was to protect and preserve the peace, though of late he’d heard and seen things that unsettled him. This was why he was on his way to see the elves of Mirkwood and to gather whatever intelligence he could. After that he would push on to find his friend Gandalf, to compare notes.

Having downed the remainder of his water, Aragorn knew he must try and mairkwirkwood by nightfall. He was now out of food as well.

-o-

Legolas stared idly at the back of his tutor’s head and wished something interesting would happen. His father Thranduil had insisted that the prince should be educated privately as he felt that Legolas was too easily distracted by others of his own age, who did not carry the burden of future kingship.

This meant that Legolas spent most of his time apart from Mirkwood society, although he had managed to persuade his father to let him attend archery practice and unbeknownst to the king, Legolas had also taken up swordsmanship. At least with these pursuits he could be with other elves and as a result, he’d made one or two friends.

As his tutor droned on, Legolas looked out of the window to the trees beyond and thought back six months to the Great Conference. His father said he should attend this gathering of Elves and Men, as it would be of invaluable experience to him in terms of learning about diplomacy and the ways of others. He and his father had travelled for some weeks to reach the Castle of Presbane. Legolas was excited to be involved in such an illustrious gathering but to his disappointment, his father excluded him from the council meetings, only allowing his son access to the most boring ritualised ceremonies that held nothing for him, in content or interest.

One afternoon, as the rain poured down relentlessly, Legolas thought he would go out of his mind if he didn’t find something to do. Thranduil and the other nobles were ensconced in some dark room somewhere discussing who knows what and once again, the prince of Mirkwood had been told to go away and improve his mind. As he stalked the long dingy empty corridors of the castle Legolas spotted a door, much wider than the others he’d passed and it had a small wooden sign attached, saying Library. The gold lettering glinted in the light of the oil lamps mounted at infret int intervals along the walls. He wondered if he might find a book worth reading and opening the door slowly and quietly, he poked his head around and peered in.

Smiling, he saw a very large room, bedecked with shelves that were stacked to the ceiling with books. He walked in and closed the door silently behind him.

“Can I help you?” came a voice from within an alcove.

“I’m looking for a book,” said Legolas, surprised that there was anyone in the room at all.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place,” smiled a tall, broad set Man, wearing glasses. “Did you have anything particular in mind?”
“Yes, I mean no. I’m not sure.”

“I’m the keeper of the books here, I’m the librarian,” said the Man, his full lips parting slightly. “If you can give me an idea of what it is you’re interested in, I’m sure I’ll be able to find something to suit.”

Legolas shifted uncomfortably. He hadn’t expected anyone to be there and he just wanted to browse. He had an idea of what he wanted to find but he felt too embarrassed to explain that to the Man.

“My name is Nathaniel, by the way.”

“I’m Legolas, prince of Mirkwood. I’m here with my father for the Great Conference,” offered the Elf, “but most of the time I’m not allowed anywhere near the interesting stuff,” he muttered, glancing around a little more.

“I’m sure you’ll find some interesting ‘stuff’ here if you ever tell me what it is you’re looking for,” the Man smiled.

Legolas hesitated for a moment, taking in Nathaniel’s short brown hair and long sideburns. He couldn’t get over just how blue the man’s eyes were and how attractive he looked in the dark blue jacket and black trousers he was wearing. Not that Legolas was interested in men, well he didn’t think he was, although just lately…

“Do you have books with pictures in them?” the Elf asked nonchalantly.

“Sure, we have hundreds of books with illustrations, do you want to see them all?”

Legolas had the feeling that Nathaniel was being sarcastic now. Stiffening, the Elf was put out by the Man’s attitude and took up the challenge.

“I’m interested in…” Legolas thought very quickly. What would embarrass the Man, make him uncomfortable and serve him right for being so patronising? “I’m interested in sex,” Legolas said, trying to make it look as though he knew everything there was to know about the subject and that of course, his interest was purely academic.

“Aren’t we all?” Nathaniel replied, grinning as he put down a small pile of books.

This comment threw Legolas; he wasn’t expecting that kind of brevity from the Man. He’d always been brought up to believe that Men didn’t have any sense of humour and that they were too serious or too war-like to engage in this kind of banter.

“What kind of sex?” the Man continued.

“There’se the than one kind?” asked the Elf, incredulous.

“Of course there is!” Nathaniel laughed softly. “Um, have I embarrassed you?”

“No. Why?” Legolas asked, his bulldog expression failing to cover the nervousness in his voice.

“You’re blushing.”

“No, I’m not.”

“I think you are, the tips of your ears have gone pink.”

Legolas flicked his long blond hair back over his shoulders and squared up to Nathaniel. He was determined not to let the Man get the better of him.

“These books, then, the ones on sex. Where are they? I’ll look for myself, thanks.”

“Okay, they’re on that shelf there, those two over there and you might want to try those with the red and green covers just under the window sill,” Nathaniel smiled, turning back to the pile of books he was cataloguing when the Elf had entered the library.

Legolas’ eyes widened as he surveyed the dozens of books to which Nathaniel had referred. Tentatively the Elf stared at the first shelf, his brow furrowing at the choice on offer. Which one should he choose? //Through the Eyes of a Woman? Pain or Pleasure: A treatise on the art of sado-masochism? Tied Up and Hanging Around? Satisfying Your Husband?// Legolas shook his head; he was definitely not interested in any of these titles. His curiosity was leading him towards an exploration of male sexuality, he just couldn’t find the words to express that and he certainly couldn’t trust this man Nathaniel, to point him in the right direction. Sighing loudly, the Elf continued to study the titles in the hope of finding something that would take his interest.

With his back to the Elf, Nathaniel smiled. It was obvious to the librarian that Legolas was doing two things; trying to satisfy his genuine curiosity and doing his best to cover up the fact. He would wait a little longer. If the Elf showed or voiced his frustration at not being able to satisfy his need for information, Nathaniel would know he was serious. If Legolas gave up quickly and retreated from the library never to visit it again, the Man would take it as a passing notion or just a foil to challenge his sensibility. Grinning, Nathaniel knew it would take more than the Elf’s strategy to unnerve him. There was only one person who could do that and he hadn’t visited Nathaniel’s library in a long, long while.

After a few minutes, Legolas moved on to the red and green books under the windowsill. Sighing again, he turned his head slowly to look over his shoulder, eyeing the figure of the librarian as he bent to pick up some more books, newly catalogued and ready to be put on the shelves. There was no doubt about it, Legolas felt a ripple of pleasure as he watched Nathaniel’s quiet choreography around the bookshelves, intrigued by the Man and to his surprise, attracted by his physicality.

Feeling the Elf’s gaze on him, the librarian turned and their eyes locked for an instant, Legolas realising that perhaps Nathaniel could be a friend, a confidant even, while the Man confirmed for himself that the Elf had the potential to be an earnest student of what the librarian could offer, in more ways than one.

“Are you sure I can’t help you?” Nathaniel asked quietly, his voice serious.

“I’m really interested in…” Legolas looked at the librarian, trying to assess the Man for his trustworthiness.
“Sex with men?” Nathaniel answered for him.

Legolas gave him a slow deep nod of his head, never taking his eyes from those of the Man. Lightly patting him on the shoulder, Nathaniel gave the Elf an understanding smile and turned to find the book he thought would be helpful.

In his mind, Legolas was grappling with this shattering revelation. His mind was in turmoil, belying the calm exterior he presented to the world. Knowing he’d made a life influencing decision he felt both relief and fear; relief that he had at last taken the first step to acknowledge his feelings and fear that he would be further isolated because of it. He didn’t know if he could tell his father, if ever, that he was about to choose a path in opposition to Thranduil’s aspirations for his son.

He sat at the large table, watching Nathaniel search for what he wanted. The librarian found the tome and leafing through the pages, opened the book and laid it out on the table in front of Legolas.

“Here, I think this will answer some of your questions,” he said gently, pointing to a series of small illustrations on the right hand page.

Legolas glanced between the pages and the librarian. Nathaniel sat opposite the Elf and leaned back in his chair. He remembered when his friend Aragorn had shown him the same book many years past. They were just teenagers then and it was such a long time ago and now he felt a mix of loss, longing and satisfaction.
As Legolas took in the pictures his lips parted and Nathaniel gave an internal groan. The Elf was indeed attractive, beautiful even and the Man found it hard to keep his body and soul from betraying his feelings.

There was a long pause before Legolas glanced up from the page. “This here, I’m not sure what it means,” he said, angling his long elegant forefinger at one illustration in particular.

Nathaniel rose and in one step, stood behind Legolas to see the pictures he’d selected. “Tell me what you think you see,” he asked, resting a hand on the Elf’s shoulder and leaning forward, his breath caressingolasolas’ cheek. Fighting the distraction of the Man’s close proximity, the Elf began his descriptive commentary.

“I see…two men, one on all fours, the other upright on his knees behind him.” Legolas turned his head slightly to look up at the Man, his lips within inches of Nathaniel’s face.

“Good,” the librarian said gently.”

“From their position,” Legolas went on, “they’re in profile, a side on view and I can see what looks like a…”

“Penis?” Nathaniel prompted.

“Yes, a hard, erect penis.” The Elf swallowed, suddenly aware of just how dry his mouth felt.

“And?”
“He’s holding it and pointing it at the other’s…”

“Ass?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“Is he going to push it in?”

“Yes, he’s going to push his shaft into the other man’s asshole.”

Legolas’ eyes widened yet again, not so much at the information the Man was sharing but at the way he was doing that. The Elf had heard this kind of language and sometimes in his fantasies had used it but he just hadn’t expected it out of the mouth of someone like Nathaniel but at least he wasn’t left in any doubt. Legolas was suddenly very grateful for Nathaniel’s candour.

“Wouldn’t that hurt?”

“Not if it’s done properly. As long as there is careful preparation it is a wonderful feeling. It can be a gracious and loving act, Legolas, never forget that emotions play a part in this. It’s never the act of an animal driven to procreate. It’s the act of love and respect if the two want it to be. Always remember that. It can also be a lustful, hard and sweaty experience, assuming Elves sweat that is…” Nathaniel’s voice trailed off and he grinned, still staring at the illustration.

“Nathaniel?”

“Legolas.”

“Are you speaking from experience?”

Nathaniel recognised the turmoil that Legolas was going through, he’d been there himself.

“Yes, Legolas, I’m speaking for experience. Does that help or make things worse?”

“I’m not . I. I know I want to know more but the thought frightens me.”

“Take your time my friend. Why don’t you get some food, take a rest and think about it. You’ll find me in my quarters later if you want to talk.”

The Elf assessed the Man for a moment and nodding, left the library as silently as he had entered it.
-o-

Lying on his bed, Nathaniel stared at the ceiling and thought about Legolas. The hour was growing late and he hadn’t appeared. Sighing, the librarian doused the little oil lamp and turned over on his side. He hoped the Elf might visit him so that he could reassure him that his feelings were valid, that he had friendship and support if he needed it. Gradually, Nathaniel’s eyelids fluttered and closed as he fell asleep.

Several hours later and subconsciously aware of a dip in the mattress beside him, Nathaniel shifted as he slept. As his mind moved from sleep to semi-awakening he sensed a warm hard body spooning up to bac back and the tiny pin pricks of beard growth against his neck.

“Aragorn,” he breathed, his voice still thick with sleep.

“I’ve missed you, Nathaniel,” the ranger replied, smiling into the librarian’s hair.

“Wanna show me how much, Aragorn, son of Arathorn?” Nathaniel said suggestively.

For a few moments the men lay together on their sides, Aragorn’s body moulded to Nathaniel’s, each echoing the contour of the other, content for a handful of heartbeats to rest in each other’s arms.

Gradually in the silent darkness of Nathaniel’s room, Aragorn initiated their lovemaking, running his hands slowly across his lover’s smooth and hairless chest, his fingertips gently but surely stimulating Nathaniel’s responses by rubbing and squeezing at his nipples. Nathaniel always loved the way Aragorn would turn up, unbidden and unexpected. They had developed a deep bond of love and respect, though both knew their futures would take different paths but for now, in their shared present, they would be together for a fleeting moment in time and they were determined to make the most of it.

Aragorn’s fingertips brought his lover’s nipples to full hardness in seconds after sliding his index finger into Nathaniel’s mouth, letting him suck on the digit and then transferring the moisture to slick the hard nubs, gliding over them and brushing his pads across and against them. Nathaniel’s cock thickened and grew in response as his breathing became shallow and erratic. Feeling Aragorn’s touch on his skin ignited his senses, setting up a delicious tingling throughout his body.

He could feel long black hair against his neck and shoulder as the ranger kissed and laved his flesh. Nathaniel shifted his upper leg, bringing up his knee and opening his thighs. Aragorn knew this was an invitation to explore Nathaniel’s body further and as his passion and lust intensified, his tanned and weathered hands traced a path over skin and muscle from his lover’s chest across his waist to his hip and buttock.

Their charged and lustful actions were silent, save the sound of their breathing. Nathaniel knew that Aragorn was a very self contained man and that any expression of his deeper feelings would only be liberated at the point of his orgasm and knowing the ranger as he did, this would take a while. Aragorn’s ability to control his thoughts and feelings was legendary and Nathaniel always saw it as a challenge to break down his resistance, something that fuelled his fantasies and desires when he was alone.

Aagoragorn kneaded and squeezed his lover’s buttocks, he heard Nathaniel’s bedroom door open, with nothing more than a tiny snick, an instant from the outside that penetrated the centre of their sexual world. Stiffening, he stopped, his body charging up to defend himself and his lover against any intrusion.
“Sshhh, Aragorn, I know who it is,” Nathaniel whispered, “don’t stop what you’re doing, he’s here to learn.”

Trusting his lover’s judgement implicitly, Aragorn’s body relaxed and he went back to feeling the hard muscled tone of Nathaniel’s hips and buttocks.

In the darkness, Legolas’ keen eyesight could discern two naked male bodies pressed up against each other and engaged in a fervent dance of lust and desire. Mesmerised by the sight before him, the Elf remained rooted to the spot and unable to pull his gaze away from such an intimate and private engagement.

He watched as Aragorn reached to the nightstand and picking up a small vial of amber liquid, drizzled the viscous fluid over his fingers. He saw Nathaniel pull at his buttock, revealing the small puckered ring of his anus, gasping out his need for Aragorn to press his fingers against the tight rim of muscle. Legolas sucked in a breath as he saw Nathaniel’s lover, a stranger to the Elf, push in slowly and heard the librarian’s long low moan as the Man penetrated him.

The Elf’s body was thrumming as he witnessed Aragorn’s action and Natel’sel’s reaction, his cock hardening rapidly. He took a step forward, his mouth agape with a potency in his gaze that signalled his growing desires.

As Aragorn worked his ass, increasing the speed and reach of his fingers, Nathaniel lifted his head from the pillows.

“Join us if you want,” he choked between waves of pleasure, “for as much or as little as you choose, Legolas.”

Grunting his acquiescence, Aragorn withdrew his fingers and turned to lie on his back, Nathaniel following suit to allow the Elf time to make his decision. Without taking his eyes away from either Man, Legolas pulled off his dark green jerkin to reveal a silvery blue tunic over tight figure hugging leggings. Kicking off his knee length black leather boots and stockings, he grasped the hem of his tunic and peeled it slowly over his head and off his arms. Both Men watched, their anticipation growing with each garment Legolas removed and before long a naked Elf stood before them, tall and lithe, almost willowy. His skin was pale with a quality that seemed to glow in the moonlight and the quiet of the night. His long blond hair cascaded over his shoulders almost hiding his dark brown nipples. His semi erect cock rested over the curve of heavy balls and his long legs were muscled and shapely.

Glancing at one another, Nathaniel and Aragorn made a space on the bed between them, inviting Legolas to join them if he wished. Without a second’s thought, the Elf moved gracefully and slowly poured his beautiful body onto the mattress between them.

“Are you sure you want this?” Nathaniel asked softly.

“I’m not sure but I want to know more,” Legolas proffered, giving the librarian a nervous smile.

“This is Aragorn, he’s been my lover for a long time. You can trust him.”
Legolas turned to look at the ranger and his heart imploded. Staring into his dark eyes the Elf saw a myriad of emotions from hurt and pain to passion and ardour, it was like a river running through him and Legolas wanted to immerse himself in everything that Aragorn was.

Aragorn was rendered speechless as his gaze travelled over Legolas’ body and as their eyes met, he knew his fate would be forever entwined with that of the Elf’s though he had no idea how or why.

Legolas reached out to touch Aragorn’s face, his fingertips tracing the high cheeks bones and beard growth. With his back to Nathaniel, Legolas only had eyes for Aragorn but the librarian took no offence, he too understood the magnetism of the ranger. Nathaniel turned to run his hand down the Elf’s back, revelling at the sensation of his smooth silky skin.

“We’ll do as much or as little as you want, Legolas. You take the lead and we’ll follow,” the librarian said, fingering the Elf’s long hair, fascinated by its texture.

All the while Nathaniel touched and explored Legolas’ body the Elf concentrated on Aragorn, enraptured by the contrast in their bodies, Legolas being smooth and hairless, the ranger’s dark and rough. As their lips touched, Legolas felt a surge of lust power through his body and he knew this was what he wanted, the touch and feel of a male body against him, responding to his entreaties for more of the same and playing out the exquisite act of physical love.

Aragorn penetrated the Elf’s mouth and their tongues collided, moving, touching, exploring as their passion built. Legolas moved to place his thigh between those of Aragorn and rested his body over the ranger’s. The Man felt the heat radiate from the Elf’s torso and groin but paused in the duelling of their mouths and lips as he realised that the Elf was not exerting any weight against him. All he could feel was tensaensation of a light, caressing breeze across his chest, a ghosting kiss and a brush of light fingertips.

Aragorn found this new sensation highly arousing, feeling Legolas’ touch as the Elf covered him and conversely he felt truly naked and exposed. His exposure was like the lifting of a veil and his only way of truly enjoying his contact with Legolas was to trust him, to give himself up to the Elf. Rocking his hips, the Elf began to rub his cock against Aragorn’s hip and suddenly the rangelt elt the solid heaviness of Legolas’ weight, centred and focussed on the point the Elf had chosen.

Nathaniel followed the changing expressions on Aragorn’s face, reading the extraordinary gamut of feelings racing through his body. Smiling, the librarian bent and parting the Elf’s buttocks, pushed his tongue against Legolas’ ass, moving rapidly in short butterfly strokes. Legolas elicited a series of shuddering moans and Aragorn reached between them to capture the Elf’s hard erection, to stroke and pull at his penis, the ranger’s roughened fingers squeezing close the soft pliant foreskin over the glistening head of his cock.

Legolas didn’t know which sensation to concentrate on first, Aragorn’s excruciatingly pleasurable pulses through his cock or Nathaniel’s unforgiving tongue againis ais ass. While his mind wanted to try and focus on both, the librarian had slicked his fingers with the amber coloured oil and was rubbing against the Elf’s puckered skin, teasing it, worrying at it but not penetrating it.

Legolas wanted Nathaniel to breach him, to open him and stretch him fully; he needed this. Lifting his body he swayed his hips against Nathaniel’s touch, silently begging him to enter his raging hot core. Raising himself up on all fours, Legolas straddled Aragorn’s hips, leaning back onto Nathaniel’s fingers. Aragorn felt the wisp of contact from Legolas’ hair against his nipples and groaned loudly.

“Nathaniel, please…” Legolas begged, holding Aragorn’s gaze.

Sitting back on his calves and with a gentle push, Nathaniel slowly screwed his index finger into Legolas’ ass, following it with a second and gently moving inside him. Instinctively, the Man reached for his own cock, pullin its its length.

Aragorn wasn’t idle either, as he propped himself up on his elbows to suckle the Elf’s dark nipples and caress his cock and testes. Legolas breathed in short hard gasps as he felt his imminent climax swirling and gathering in his balls.

“I want you inside me, Aragorn!” Legolas demanded, rasping out his order.

Aragorn let go of the Elf’s shaft and cupped his buttocks underneath w Nat Nathaniel held the ranger’s cock upright.

“Lower yourself down slowly, Legolas,” Nathaniel coaxed, “gently does it my friend.”

Legolas rested his buttocks in Aragorn’s hands and the ranger felt as though he were holding nothing more than the weight of a few feathers.

Gradually Legolas filled himself with Aragorn’s already oiled cock, gently allowing his length and girth to finally stretch him. With a few adjusting movements, the Elf settled himself over the Man’s dick, sheathing him fully. Aragorn realised that he didn’t need to hold Legolas’ weight entirely and releasing one hand, he clamped it around the Elf’s cock and pumped rapidly. Flexing his thighs, Legolas set up a fast rhythm, sliding up and down on Aragorn’s shaft and as he felt his balls tighten and his body stiffen, Legolas threw back his head and growled, his voice eventuahowlhowling his orgasm with a deep throaty joyous yell.

At that, Aragorn also came hard, deep inside Legolas, his cock pounding and throbbing to release his semen. Nathaniel stopped jerking off, he wanted a cock inside him to drive him to completion and now he’d have to wait for the other two to recover. The three collapsed and lay side by side, their lungs dragging in much needed oxygen.

“Nathaniel, you didn’t…”

“No, it’s okay, Aragorn, just don’t make me wait too long!”

“Legolas? Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you did I?” the ranger asked, concerned at the Elf’s apparent stillness.

“No, it was good, really good and I want to do it again,” Legolas grinned.
“All I can say is that Elves must have incredible powers of recovery, I’m going be a while yet.”

Laughing softly, Legolas turned to look at Nathaniel, a wicklintlint in his eyes. “What can I do? What do you want?”

“Whatever //you// want, Legolas,” Nathaniel smiled.

“No, its what //you// want,” the Elf insisted, running his fingers over the Man’s chest.

“I want you inside me, Legolas. Can you do that?”

“With all my heart, Nathaniel.” The Elf spread Nathaniel’s legs, raising his hips with a pillow underneath his buttocks then Legolas started to stroke his limp cock back to resplendent hardness.

Smiling, Legolas leaned over Nathaniel and lifted his legs to rest on his shoulders. “What about…?”

“No need, I’m ready and waiting,” Nathaniel breathed.

“But you said…”

“I know what I //said//, now //do// as I said,” the Man smiled reassuringly, “I’m more than ready.”

With the awkwardness of the uninitiated, Legolas tried to guide his penis into Nathaniel and Aragorn was there to aid the Elf, grasping his newly erect cock and holding it until Legolas could sink balls deep into Nathaniel’s ass. Hissing, the librarian rocked his hips encouraging Legolas to thrust, which he did with gusto, thrusting forcefully and as deeply as he could. Aragorn matched the Elf’s speed and tempo as he stroked Nathaniel towards completion.

Legolas was close to orgasm again and Nathaniel could see it in his eyes and feel it in his body, as could Aragorn. The ranger continued to stroke Nathaniel fast and hard and sinking his teeth into the librarian’s neck, sparked his climax and the Man screamed as he came, his body spasmed with pleasure and lust. Legolas continued to pound into Nathaniel, exhilarated by his newfound strength and power as he rushed headlong towards climax. The revelation that the Elf now knew who he was and where his destiny lay made the fucking of Nathaniel an act of liberation for him. As his climax welled up in his body and exploded through his cock he crowed, “Yes! This is me!”

After a little while of resting together, limbs tangled and still, Legolas rose from Nathaniel’s bed and dressed.

“Where are you going?” Aragorn asked concerned.

“I must return to my rooms, if my father found I’ve been somewhere else for most of the night he would be angry with me and stop me going anywhere. I’d rather be careful for the time being. Can you understand that? I don’t want to leave, I’d much prefer to be here with you,” the Elf said earnestly.
“We understand,” Nathaniel assured the Elf, “but we’re sorry too.”

-o-


“Where have you been?” Haldir demanded, glaring at Legolas.

“I’ve been out,” he retorted.

“Well I noticed that. You haven’t been in your bed all night have you? What were you doing all that while?”

“Nothing,” Legolas said nonchalantly.

“You //must// have been doing //something//. I’m not stupid you know. We are the only Elves here in Man’s stronghold besides Thranduil and while he is otherwise engaged, I feel I have a duty to look after you.”

“I don’t need looking after, I can take care of myself. No one asked you to do this, Haldir.”

“Looks like you’ve been taking care of somebody else,” Haldir said imperiously. “You reek of Man, Legolas. His scent is all over you!”

“So what?”

“So what? So what! If your father finds out he’ll kill you.”

“No, he won’t. Don’t be so dramatic, Haldir. I’ve been making some decisions of my own over the past twenty-four hours,” Legolas said, almost spitting the words at the other Elf.

“Whatever this decision is,” Haldir continued, “your father won’t agree to it, you know that.”

“You know nothing,” Legolas hissed.

“Maybe, maybe not but you’d better take a bath. You stink of Man.”

Narrowing his eyes, Legolas grabbed a towel and strode to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He was livid that Haldir had spoken to him like that, he was a prince of Mirkwood after all and no one should be //that// rude to him, even if Haldir was the emissary of Lothlorien. The trouble was, Legolas knew Haldir was right. His father probably would kill him if he knew.
-o-

Over the next three weeks, Legolas spent as much time as possible with Aragorn and Nathaniel. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he did take note of what Haldir had said to him and he was careful not to give any clue as to his whereabouts or his activities. Haldir was still suspicious though and one day, as Legolas took a walk alone in the grounds of the castle while Aragorn was in the conference and Nathanie the the library, the other Elf cornered him.

“I know what you’ve been up to Legolas, you’ve been spending time with Boromir haven’t you?”

Legolas nearly choked as he laughed out loud and in doing so, angered Haldir even more.

“So you think it’s funny consorting with a Man such as he, the Steward of Gondor, hot headed and hot tempered. Are you completely mad?”

“Sounds like you know rather a lot about this Boromir, Haldir? Is he //that// hot?”

Legolas grinned suggestively and the other Elf turned and swept away down the path, his blond hair flowing behind him.

Sniggering, Legolas laughed again. Boromir? Boromir! Oh dear, poor Haldir.

-o-


As Aragorn and Legolas lay sated in Nathaniel’s bed, the Elf shifted and leaning on one elbow looked at his lover.

“What is it, Legolas? You look sad.”

“My father is leaving for Mirkwood in two days. I have to leave with him.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that although I have to tell you something as well. I’m leaving too; I have to move on to find my friend Gandalf. The news I have for him is urgent and I need to see him as soon as I can.”

“What is it, Aragorn?at’sat’s troubling you?”

“I fear evil grows again in the East. The information I have gathered from the Great Conference just confirms my suspicions. Soon the peoples of Middle Earth will have to battle the dark forces again. I fear for our survival, Legolas,” Aragorn said, his eyes full of concern.

“I will come with you. I can fight and at least we’ll be together.”

“No, Legolas, now isn’t the time but soon. Go back to Mirkwood with your father and await news.”

“But…”

“No buts, Legolas, I mean it. We’ll meet again, I promise. I just don’t know when.”

They touched foreheads, sharing the uncertainty of their fate. Four hours later, Legolas watched from the castle keep as his lover walked away towards the lonely lands in the distance.
“I’m sorry he had to leave,” Nathaniel said quietly.

“So am I,” the Elf replied still watching Aragorn’s retreating figure.

“Can you still see him?” the Man asked, intrigued.

“Yes, I will be able to see him for a long time before he is truly gone.”

Nathaniel touched Legolas’ arm and sighed. He felt sure he wouldn’t see Aragorn in his bed ever again…

-o-

Nathaniel sat alone in the library. Legolas and Aragorn had left to go their separate ways and the librarian felt the loss of both very acutely. He was glad that his friends had found each other and that their relationship would flourish over time, no matter the challenges and constraints they might encounter. He was pleased for them but depressed for himself. Nathaniel knew he hadn’t really ‘lost’ Aragorn, as the ranger had never truly been his to start with. Their relationship was based on one of mutual respect and understanding and it was also a convenience that served them both equally well. Though the ranger was an accepted, if infrequent fixture in his life, Nathaniel knew Aragorn’s visits were fleeting and with the arrival of the Elf, the librarian also knew that his relationship with the son of Arathorn would be profoundly changed. He fervently wished he could have the kind of connection to someone, anyone that Aragorn and Legolas had found for themselves and by doing so, had left Nathaniel bereft.

Sighing, Nathaniel glanced at the window was was now dark outside and he felt his life closing in on him. Would he ever find someone to love and who loved him truly? He doubted it somehow; he would always be alone and now that Aragorn was gone he would have to accept it.

Just as he was putting the last book away on a shelf, Nathaniel heard the door handle creak and looking over his shoulder, saw someone pushing it open. As the visitor stepped into the library, he pushed the door to but it didn’t quite connect in the lock, remaining slightly ajar.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Nathaniel asked, getting up from his stool and approaching the stranger.

“I’m not sure,” came the reply, as the Man planted his hands on his hips and looked around him. When his deep brown eyes met Nathaniel’s the men gazed at each other and for a moment time stood still.

Keeping his eyes locked on the other man’s, Nathaniel took a step closer until he was just inches away from the tall, lean stranger and reaching over his shoulder, pushed the door closed. Their lips were inches apart and their bodies vibrated at the close proximity. Nathaniel knew at once that this man represented his future, his destiny, he could almost smell it, taste it and see it and it was such a profound and all-encompassing feeling that he wanted to shout it out.

“Who are you?” he asked, his voice trembling.

“My name is Mack,” the stranger said quietly, in awe of the man who stood so close to him. “Got any books on fishing?”

-o-

Over the following six months, Legolas continued his archery practice and swordsmanship. He no longer hid his activities from his father and defiantly insisted that his training was necessary because war would be upon them all in time. His father scoffed and felt that his son was still too wayward in his behaviour.

Before leaving for Lothlorien, Haldir had several run-ins with Legolas over his behaviour at Castle Presbane but he would say nothing about whom he had bwithwith. As time dragged by Legolas became more confident with his father and sometimes after dinner they would play chess or talk. Thranduil couldn’t fail to notice the change in his son, he was strong, articulate and without Legolas knowing, he had watched his son become a skilled archer and his ability with a sword was not to be underestimated. If Aragorn was right and the world balance of power was about to change, his son would become his ambassador perhaps. Then again, he might instruct all the Elves of Mirkwood to go into the West along with those of Rivendell and Lothlorien, thus protecting them as their strength decreased. They would disappear from Middle Earth entirely, their time over and eventually their history forgotten.

Legolas turned back from the window and stared again at the back of his tutor’s head.

“I think that’s enough for today, Master Bellamy,” Legolas said kindly.

“I wanted to cover calculus this afternoon, Legolas,” the tutor whined.

“Well, perhaps another time, for now I’ve had enough. I’m tired and I think I’ll take a nap. I also think it’s time you used your considerable knowledge and skills on the younger Elves. Our sojourn together is finished, Master Bellamy and I thank you for your patience and fortitude.”

Aghast, the tutor watched as Legolas got up and left the room. Six months ago the Elf would have probably left in a fit of pique but now, he was self-assured and adamant. The tutor shook his head. Legolas was a force to be reckoned with, there was no doubt about that.

Legolas strolled to his suite of rooms and threw himself on the bed. He was bored and frustrated. He wanted to travel the world, roam the Earth with Aragorn. He wanted to be out there //doing// it not in here //reading// about it. Yawning, he closed his eyes. Elves didn’t normally need much in the way of sleep but he’d got into the habit having spent so much concentrated time with both Aragorn and Nathaniel. He was always amazed at how much they slept but when they did, he could at least look on their faces and their bodies and enjoy the view. Gradually he fell into a dreamless sleep and the later afternoon slid into late evening.
As he stirred he sensed someone in his room. He was immediately up and had his arm around the intruder’s neck. He always carried the small knife Aragorn had given him just before they’d parted at Castle Presbane and he never took off the scabbard in which it rested. He slept with it, ate with and did everything else with it still against his body.

“Who are you and what do you want?” he demanded, his voice as strong as his grip.

“You, just you,” the other voice replied quietly.

“Aragorn!” The Elf spun his captive around and stared into his face. Even in the dark of his room he could see it was his lover, returned to him.

“Yes, it’s me.”

“What are you doing here? How I’ve missed you! Are you well? Tell me what you’ve been doing?”

“Hey, one question at a time please,” Aragorn smiled, though there was a determination in his eyes that Legolas could see but didn’t understand. “I’m here to see your father. I’ve missed you too. Yes, I’m well and I’ve been wandering Middle Earth. Does that satisfy you?”

“Not entirely but it will do for now.”

Legolas flung his arms around his lover and kissed him hard, Aragorn responding with a kiss of equal force.

“I can’t stay for long, I have to go to Rivendell, to Elrond. There are things that need t dis discussed, decisions to be made and I have to be there. I’m sorry. A council has been called and I cannot delay.”

“When must you go?”

“Tomorrow at first light.”

“No! I’ve waited so long to see you again. Please don’t go so soon.”

“I’m sorry I have to. Remember what I told you, about the evil rising in the East? It has become the entity Sauron and he is gathering his forces. We have little enough time to prepare.”

“I will come with you. I won’t be parted from you again.”

“You can’t come, you know too little of what we face.”

“Don’t patronise me, Aragorn. I’m not a baby. I’m strong and I can fight. I will fight at your side and follow you into hell.”

“I’m afraid you don’t realise the truth of what you’re saying, Legolas. It may come to that.”
“It’s true I know little of the affairs of Middle Earth, except what you’ve told me but if there is a threat to Mirkwood then I will defend it with my life, you must know that.”

The Man stared at the Elf, trying to process what he was saying. He loved Legolas and wanted to keep him safe but he recognised the genuine tone of his lover’s w.
.

“I will speak to your father and ask his permission for you to go to Rivendell,” Aragorn said softly.

Pushing away from Aragorn’s embrace, Legolas stood Full Square in front of him. “//I// will inform my father of our plans, Aragorn. Wait here, I have some things I need to tell him. You will //not// leave without me, you //need// me.”

The Man blinked and saw the demeanour of the Elf, dignified and graceful. His face was set and his eyes flared in the heat of the exchange. Nodding, Aragorn took a step back and bowed.

“I will await your company,” Aragorn said simply, knowing that the dynamic of their relationship had changed forever. The real power of the Elf was just becoming apparent and the Man was grateful for its presence. Now they were equals.

The End