Finding Love (1/?)

TITLE: Finding Love (1/?)
AUTHOR: caldir - formally known as Ithil’quessir
EMAIL: crazy_calzuma@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, none of these characters are mine…wish they were, but hey, can’t have everything you want in life. Lol Go ahead and try and sue me if you like…there’s nothing I can give besides my shoes that would be worth anything good.
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: Frodo/Sam, Merry/Pippin, and Legolas/Aragorn
SUMMARY: Sequel to ‘Love Problems’.
NOTES: Ok..I may jump around a bit in this story. I’m using my references, from seeing Return of the King three times so far, so, if I mess up a lil part somewhere here in the story about RotK, don’t bite my head off..or I’ll bite you harder..and don’t think I won’t. You wanna flame me? That’s fine, email’s right up there on the third line, have at it, but I’ll just laugh. If you want to praise me and ask for a second chapter/another sequel, hehe then just email me that too. Oh.. and there’s some Mpreg too coming later on..(bwha)

Beta read by Aline - *hugs* thanks so much! Everything else wrong in this story, is mine!

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Close to Cirith-Ungol

Sam looked nd Bnd Bag-End, what was he doing here? He couldn’t remember a thing on how he had gotten here, the last thing he remembered was going to sleep on a rock next to Mr. Frodo and that creep Gollum, now he was half way across Middle-Earth back in the Shire? This didn’t make any sense! Sam stared around looking quite confused on how he had come to be in the middle of Mr. Frodo’s living room. Frodo watched Sam from the kitchen looking around like he didn’t know where he was “Sam? Is something the matter?” he stepped down from the kitchen, walking over looking at Sam curiously. Sam jumped staring wide-eyed at Frodo “But..you..we..how did we...”

Frodo laughed softly putting a hand on Sam’s shoulder “Calm down Sam..I know this birthday thing is a huge weight on your shoulders, but I know that you can come through with the most fabulous party any hobbit has ever seen.” He grinned encouragingly at Sam. “Party? What party?” Sam was utterly confused by what Frodo had just said “Mr. Frodo..just exactly whose party are you talking about?” Sam blushed slightly since his voice had sounded quite dumb to his ears, and by the look on Frodo’s face Frodo thought something similar. “Why..our..party” Frodo said softly, removing his hand from Sam’s shoulder “And why’d you call me Mr. Frodo? You haven’t called me that since last year..” “Last year? But..what day is it?” Sam looked around for a calendar.

Frodo told him the date of Weathertop, the day when the Witch King had stabbed Frodo. “But..that’s when you..” Sam started, then quieted at the hurt-filled look on Frodo’s face, even though Frodo wasn’t looking at him anymore. “I guess you don’t remember what happened last night do you Samwise?” Frodo whispered trying to keep the hurt out of his voice and to stop it from breaking blinking back unleashed tears. Sam looked at Frodo, pulling the cup out of Frodo’s hand he set it on a nearby table pulling Frodo into his arms he hugged Frodo gently. Frodo bit his lip but succumbed to his needs and he wept quietly on Sam’s broad shoulder pressing his face into the fabric of Sam’s shirt to keep his face hidden from view.

Seeing Frodo like this broke Sam’s heart “Frodo..I’m sorry. I don’t remember what happened last night, but could you please explain it to me..I think that I had a dream that disturbed me beyond..” Sam never got to finish his sentence. Frodo stood in front of him glaring daggers at him. “You don’t remember..YOU DON’T REMEMBER?!” Frodo screamed at him and before he could stop himself, he hit Sam, hard. Sam staggered back hitting a wall and sliding down till he was sitting on the floor looking stunned, his hand on his reddening cheek that was stinging. Frodo was about to say something else when the whole hobbit hole seemed to quake, and crack, a huge gapping hole seemed to come out of nowhere underneath Frodo, swallowing him up and the last Sam heard was Frodo’s shriek of terror..

“Get up sleepiess!” Smeagol shook Sam’s shoulder “Time to go, yess..” he sneered slightly at Sam before looking oat Fat Frodo and slinking off out of the small cave. Frodo laid nearby looking as if someone almost caught him in doing something he wasn’t supposed to. Sam pushed himself to his elbows looking around, finding that all that was just a dream, sighing softly to himself he looked at Frodo, noticing the bloodshot eyes. “Haven’t you had any sleep Mr. Frodo?” he asked softly. Frodo shook his head, looking away from Sam. “And I’ve gone and had too much..” Sam said miserably, standing up rolling his blanket up putting it back in his pack, looking around “It must be getting late..” “No, it isn’t..it’s not midday yet” Frodo spoke softly from his corner of the cavern. Sam looked back at Frodo, about to say something when the cavern started to shake and tremble violently, obviously having something to do with Sauron being upset nearby.

Smeagol crept back “Hurry hobbitss…no time to waste! We must go now!” Sam glared at him “Not until Mr. Frodo’s had somethin to eat first!” he declared sternly, turning his back on the muttering Smeagol he went to his pack, looking around in it, taking out a full square of Lembas bread. “Here..” he said softly holding it out to Frodo. Frodo looked hungrily at the bread, taking it and he broke off a piece munching on it, looking over at Sam noticing he wasn’t eating. “What about you?” “Oh no, I’m not hungry..at least not for Lembas bread anyway” Sam replied glancing at the bread “You go ahead and eat that” “I’ve rationed it..there should be enough.” Sam said softly, not really expecting Frodo to hear him, but he did. Frodo looked at “For“For what?” he asked softly. Sam looked at Frodo, almost daring in a smile but he just blinked once “For the journey home..” he said softly, matter-of-factly. Sam could have sworn he got a smile out of Frodo for that, but he wasn’t sure.

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Isengard

Merry and Pippin sat on the wall, smoking and laughing. “This feels like a reward after a long day’s hard work” Pippin said, grinning slightly taking a puff from his pipe. Merry walked over trying not to stumble on the rocks “Yes, but you’ve never in your life done a hard days work!” he laughed along with Pippin sitting next to him looking off into the trees when he heard horses. The two grinned at seeing Gandalf, Merry standing up “Welcome…My lords!.” he waved his hand in the direction behind him pointing somewhere left of the tower Orthanc, “to Isengard! Where Treebeard has taken over management!” he grinned chewing on a piece of salted pork.
Gimli saw the smoke, ale, and food the two had, growing flustered by the minute “You.. rascals!” he roared slightly from behind Legolas, almost tipping himself out of his seat, latching onto the Elf’s waist to stay on. “After all we went through..we find you..eating..and smoking..and drinking!” Pippin smiled widely, “We are sitting on a field of victory, enjoying a few, well deserved comforts! The salted pork, is particularly good!” Pippin said around a mouthful of pork. Merry raised his pipe smiling broadly himself blowing puffs of smoke. “Salted pork..?” Gimli’s mouth watered at the thought. Gandalf shook his head slightly “Ugh..hobbits” he muttered under his breath, making Aragorn grin, glancing over at Legolas. Legolas smiled a bit, steering his steed nearer to Aragorns’.

“Aragorn..might I be able to steal you away for a few moments later when we get to Rohan?” Legolas whispered softly in Elvio noo no one else could understand what he was asking. Gimli muttered under his breath, hating how he was drug along wherever this Elf went, even to talk to Aragorn. Legolas glanced back at Gimli, rolling his eyes slightly looking at Aragorn hopefully. Aragorn chuckled softly “I’m sure that can be arranged” he whispered back, brushing his hand against Legolas’. Legolas’ breath caught making him gasp softly, smiling a bit shyly and the tips of his ears went pink, looking away shyly. Aragorn grinned in spite of himself, proud that he was the only one who could fluster Legolas in such a way to make him act like a smitten Elfling.

Gandalf turned around looking at Aragorn and Eomer, “Aragorn, let Pippin ride with you, Eomer, Merry will ride with you.” He instructed softly, looking at the two hobbits “Get your clothes on and things packed” he said sternly but he was smiling, so he wasn’t upset with the two. Merry grinned a bit getting himself ready nudging Pippin to hurry up, smiling a bit when E hel helped him onto his horse behind him, grabbing onto Eomer’s waist since he almost slide off the horses rear. Pippin laughed at Merry, sitting behind Aragorn, holding onto his waist. Merry pouted sticking his tongue out at Pippin. “I’ll get you for laughing at me Peregrin took” he muttered softly grinning wickedly at his Pip. Pippin’s eyes widened slightly, grinning shyly, looking up at Treebeard when he walked over talking to Gandalf.

Pippin looked around Isengard, his eyes leading to something swirling with colors under the water, squinting, he looked harder at it, sliding offthe the horse he and Aragorn were on, wading his way over to the shape he saw. “Pippin!” Aragorn called to him watching him getting a bad feeling that Pippin shouldn’t be heading that direction. Pippin reached down in the water, picking up the black sphere, looking at it and the swirls of colors inside of it. “I’ll take that Pippin my lad..” Gandalf held a hand out with a cloth on it expecting Pippin to give him stonstone immediately. “Quickly now..” he added in a stern voice when Pippin seemed to falter. Pippin handed up the sphere looking away when Gandalf gave him a ‘you shouldn’t have touched it’ look.

Aragorn stared at Gandalf’s back, trembling slightly from what he had just seen. Legolas looked over at his secret love, “Aragorn?” he whispered, closer to the ranger than he had been before, startling him. Aragorn’s head snapped around looking at Legolas, sighing softly “I’m sorry..” he whispered, glancing back at Gandalf “I was just startled at what Pippin had picked up.” Legolas nodded picking Pippin up with one arm, putting him back on Brego behind Aragorn. “Try not to think on it” Legolas whispered in Elvish, smiling slightly at Aragorn and he ruffled Pippin’s hair trying to get the hobbit out of the darkening mood. Pippin swatted at Legolas’s hair “Don’t..only Merry can do that.” Legolas laughed softly, something he hadn’t done on this quest for a long while “Sorry Master Took, I won’t touch your hair again in fear of Merry challenging me to a wrestling match.” Merry grinned slightly from where he was behind Eomer “I wouldn’t want to pull that pretty hair Master Elf!” he said half threateningly trying not to laugh, causing the rest of the group softly laughs all around.

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Rohan

“Hale the victorious dead!” Theoden raised his mug of ale in a salute to those who had fallen at Helm’s Deep. “Hale!” The group in the Golden H ans answered the toast in one voice. Aragorn hesitated in taking a drink, why, he wasn’t sure. After the toast, the festivities of having the men back from Helm’s Deep began, Aragorn was weaving his way through the crowds, only to be stopped by Eowyn holding a goblet. Eowyn smiled, speaking a prayer softly in Rhorrium offering the goblet to Aragorn for him to drink from. Aragorn kept his eyes on Eowyn as he took a small sip, smiling faintly and bowing his head afterwards, taking his leave to wander back through the crowds, not noticing the two sets of blue eyes on his back as he left.

Legolas looked around the Hall, not exactly enjoying himself, sighing he looked over at a sound of singing voices and music, finding none other than two dancing hobbits on a table singing at the tops of their lungs. Laughing softly when they finished their song, he saw Gandalf clapping and laughing along with the others near the ‘dance’ table, also he saw Aragorn speaking to Gandalf in low tones, casting his glance over in Legolas’s direction, causing butterflies to sneak up Legolas’s stomach. Aragorn smiled at Legolas, obviously his conversation with Gandalf was over, motioning with his eyes he walked to the nearest door leading to the spare rooms, hoping Legolas would follow him, slipping into the hall he waited. Legolas gulped slightly, weaving his way through the crowd, he glanced back at Gandalf who gave him an arched brow, but a slight smile. Legolas blushed slightly, slipping through the door into the dark hall, blinking he squinted around trying to see.

Aragorn grinned from where he was standing right in front of Legolas “Really, I had thought that an Elf’s eyesight was ten-fold what it was in daylight in the dark.” He spoke softly, close enough to Legolas for the Elf to feel his words on his lips. Legolas’s breath caught “Aragorn..” he whispered softly, since that seemed to be the only word to come out of his mouth correctly. Aragorn grinned “Yes..it’s me.” He whispered, leaning forward ever so slightly, and he kissed Legolas gently. Legolas melted slightly against him kissing Aragorn back enthusiastically. Aragorn smiled pulling Legolas against his body lightly running his hands up Legolas’s back. Legolas moaned softly putting his arms around Aragorn’s neck. Aragorn broke the kiss to attack the slender column of flesh that was Legolas’s neck. Legolas moaned softly when Aragorn suckled on a sensitive spot “Aragorn..shouldn’t we move to another room or something, what if someone comes through that door?” Legolas gasped softly feeling teeth nip thet.
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“No one will come through the door, it’s locked.” Aragorn whispered against Legolas’ neck “Besides..it only adds to the excitement of getting caught, doesn’t it?” he moved his lips up to a pointed ear licking the lobe gently. Legolas’s legs went straight to jelly, slumping against Aragorn “Oh..yes” he moaned out softly. Aragorn grinned, pulling him upright again “Ears more sensitive than usual Legolas?” Legolas blushed, murmuring a ‘Yes’ under his breath. Aragorn chuckled softly, nuzzling Legolas gently “C’mon..” he took Legolas’s hand leading him along the dark hall to the room Aragorn was given to sleep in, pushing the door open he pulled Legolas inside and locked the door with an audible ‘click’.

Legolas smiled a little, glad to finally have some alone time with his ranger since Lorien. Moving into Aragorn’s open arms, Legolas snuggled slightly against Aragorn taking in his musky scent. Aragorn smiled gently rubbing Legolbackback for a few moments before he started walking towards the bed in the center of the wall opposite of them, taking Legolas with him. Legolas laughed softly since he was walking backwards, kissing Aragorn’s neck gently leaving a trail fhis his neck up, Aragorns stubble of a beard tickling and gently scratching his lips as he brushed them against the strong jawline. Aragorn growled softly when Legolas started to suck on a smooth piece of skin just below his ear, momentarily closing his eyes to pleasure.

Legolas sucked gently on the skin until his knees hit the bed, causing him to fall backwards and grab ahold of Aragorn pulling him on top of him when he fell back. Aragorn laughed a bit landing on top of Legolas heavily since he hadn’t expected to fall on him. Legolas grunted softly from the weight on him “Ow..get off” he laughed softly kissing Aragorn lightly. “You haven’t complained before when I’m on top..quit squirming.” Legolas pouted cutely but held still looking up into the blue-gray eyes. Aragorn smiled “There..that’s better” he pushed himself up and off of Legolas, kicking off his boots and he pulled Legolas’ off before he pulled the Elf up further onto the bed pushing Legolas to his back straddling his hips in the process. Legolas grinned slightly watching Aragorn, arching his back slightly with impatience, wanting to get things moving.

Aragorn grinned slightly to himself looking at the beauty he had beneath him, moving his hands deliberately slowly, his fingers crept their way up Legolas’s tunic unfastening the loops of fabric that held it together. Legolas gave him an impatient look squirming slightly beneath the man. “Patience my love,” Aragorn whispered softly smiling slightly pulling the fabric off of the Elf’s torso, Legolas leaning up slightly to rid himself entirely of the concealing garment, throwing it carelessly onto the floor making Aragorn chuckle softly. “What..is hot in here” Legolas said softly a faint blush cree up up on his pale cheeks. Aragorn grinned at this “What’s this..is the fair Prince of Mirkwood blushing?” Legolas indignantly stuck out his tongue at Aragorn, reaching up seizing the collar of Aragorn’s tunic and he yanked him down chasing away all other teasing remarks from the Man’s mind.

Aragorn moaned softly kissing Legolas back, quickly ridding himself and Legolas of all the clothing that remained on both of them, pressing his heated flesh against Legolas’s hot flesh. Legolas gasped softly when Aragorn abandoned his lips for his long lucious neck. Aragorn smiled to himself as he listened to the moans and little sounds he caused Legolas to make while he nipped, licked, and sucked different little spots on his neck. He started trailing kisses up his neck to his ear, licking the point gently before he pulled it into his mouth sucking greedily on it. Legolas gasped, arching his back and moaning loudly, trying hard not to come at the intense pleasure that was brought on by Aragorn’s warm, wet mouth on his very sensitive ear tip. Legolas whimpered softly “Aragorn..please..stop..or I won’t last much longer” he whispered his hips bucking up slightly to get some kind of friction on his straining member.

Aragorn let the point of the ear slip from his lips smiling at the purple colored flesh he left as a passion mark, smiling “All right..peace Legolas.” Legolas’ breath was uneven, closing his eyes as he tried to calm down, Aragorn watching laying down next to Legolas, pulling him into his arms stroking the golden mane. A few minutes passed, Legolas had calmed now and he had attached himself to the Ranger’s neck biting gently on a spot drinking in the moans and soft growls that came after each manipulation. Legolas’s fingers slid through the hairs on Aragorn’s chest easily, his agile fingers quickly finding a nipple and giving it a hard pinch, smiling at hearing the gasp of pain melt into a moan once he started rolling the nub between his index finger and thumb. Aragorn arched his back, letting Legolas take charge, just enjoying himself.

Legolas smiled, kissing Aragorn lightly on the mouth, down his neck and his chest, attacking one dark nipple while mercilessly pinching and gently pulling the other. Sucking on the hardening nub Legolas gently nipped at it hearing a pleased moan his member twitched with anticipation. Sliding down the tan body, ivory hands gently eased the Man’s legs apart, which the Elf settled into nicely. Legolas moved down so he could kiss Aragorn’s inner thighs, not paying any attention to the weeping member right in front of his face. “Legolas, please..” Aragorn gasped out, moaning when he felt a whisper of golden hair swish over his heated need. “What is it Aragorn?” Legolas purred huskily, breathing on the weeping member looking over it up into the steel-blue eyes. Aragorn groaned “Uh..please..it never hurt´s like this..give me some kind of release, even if it is not complete release” he whied hed his hips twitching upward afterwards.

Legolas looked at Aragorn’s lovely crotch, tilting his head as if thinking about something, then a wicked grin appeared on his face “As you wish My Lord Aragorn.” Aragorn had no time to ask or compliment about that wicked glint in Legolas’s eye, crying out when hot, wet mouth engulfed his straining member, he almost bucked them both off the bed. Legolas chuckled, pulling back “Unless you’d like to end up in a heap on the floor.. I suggest you hold still melethron.” Legolas was looking up at Aragorn, stroking his thighs gently. Aragorn grinned lopsidedly “I’m sorry..it’s just..” he trailed off, hearing a knock on his door and Eowyn’s voice “Aragorn?” Aragorn’s eyes widened, as did Legolas’, cursing, Aragorn sat up, groaning slightly since he had to leave, kissing Legolas gently “I have to answer..or she’ll have Theoden or Eomer brea the the door down.” He whispered urgently, glancing around the room “Here..” he jumped off the bed, dawning a sleeping robe, tossing one to Legolas “Sit in the chair by the fire..hopefully she won’t expect anything.”

Legolas nodded, pulling the robe on, shoving both of their discarded clothes under the bed so they weren’t seenttintting in one of the chairs near the fire. Disappointed, Legolas glared at the flames willing his passion to fade, going limp within a few minutes since he was annoyed with the woman who dared to ide ode on him and his lover. Eowyn’s teeth worried her lower lip “Aragorn? Is everything alright? Is something amiss?” she knocked again on the door, wondering vaguely where her brother or uncle was in case she needed them to break the door to see if her beloved was alright. Aragorn looked over at Legolas, seeing the disappointment and annoyance in the blue orbs, he sighed softly. He walked to the door unlocking it and he pulled it open, plastering a fake sleepy look onto his face, faking a yawn he looked at Eowyn “Is there something I can do for you my lady?”

Eowyn looked at him for a moment, her eyes widening slightly “Did I wake you my lord? I’m so sorry..I shouldn’t have sought you out, you’ve had a trying day. I should have known you needed your rest.” A light blush was tinting her cheeks to a pink hue. “No..it´s alright Eowyn.” He said softly, holding a hand up to still her babbling. Eowyn released the breath she was holding, catching a glimpse of somet sit sitting by the fire, looking around Aragorn she saw the Elf, apparently not in the cheeriest of moods. “Is something amiss with Lord Legolas?” Aragorn glanced back at Legolas “Somewhat, but do not ask me to explain to you, it´s not my place for it to be spoken..but, as you said earlier my lady, I have had a trying day, as has Legolas. I was chatting with him before retiring when you sought me out.” Eowyn nodded a little “Alright..I’ll speak with you in the morning then, so you may rest. Goodnight My Lord.” Aragorn inclined his head slightly “G’night My Lady.” Eowyn left quickly, shutting the door behind her, smiling slightly to herself, walking back to the party.

Aragorn locked the door once again, looking over at Legolas sitting by the fire “Legolas..please don’t be angry.” Legolas snorted softly “Why don’t you just go have a dance with your Lord Ranger?” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest leaning back on the couch staring intently at the fire’s crackling logs. Aragorn sighed, walking over sitting down next to Legolas, looking at the fair prince, raising a hand stroking a cheek with the backs of his fingers gently. “You must undend, nd, I don’t have any type of feelings for Eowyn, only friendship, though hers may be more, mine are not and will never be more than just friendship on my part.” Legolas felt himself leaning into the gentle touch, his groin tightening slightly, cursing himself mentally he looked up at Aragorn’s face, sighing “I’m sorry, I just don’t like the idea of her trying to steal you from me.” He said softly, looking down. Aragorn smiled softly, lifting Legolas’s chin up with his fingers “It´s alright, just try not to be jealous, nothing’ll come of her feelings for me.”

Legolas sighed a bit “I’m trying, I know I have no reason to worry, it´s just that I’m protective of those whom I love and are close to my heart.” Aragorn’s smile widened slightly at that, leaning in, he claimed the soft lipntlyntly nudging Legolas’s lips apart with his tongue, seeking entrance to the sweet tasting cavern. Legolas moaned softly, opening his mouth up to him, kissing him back his tongue meeting Aragorn’s in a battle for dominance of the kiss. Aragorn pulled back from the kiss, too soon for either of them to be satisfied, ignoring the whimper of protest from Legolas, Aragorn took his hand, pulling him to his feet, untying the sash on las\las' and his robes, ridding them both of the clothes. Aragorn pulled Legolas into his arms and nuzzled him gently. Legolas purred softly, nuzzling back smiling, looping his arms around Aragorn’s broad shoulders, his fingers tangling into the silky, dark hair.

Aragorn gently nudged Legolas’s long legs apart as he kissed his neck gently, laying Legolas back on the couch, kissing down his neck and chest. Legolas gasped and moaned softly while Aragorn explored his chest finding sensitive spots. Legolas’ath ath caught in a half cry, half moan when he felt Aragorn’s lips on the tip of his shaft. Moaning, Legolas pushed his hips up “Please..” he whispered closing his eyes. Aragorn smiled, kissing the tip, licking off the liquid that was forming there pleased to hear Legolas’s throaty moan from it. Aragorn took his time to nibble up and down the velvet pillar of hard flesh before he abruptly took all of Legolas into his mouth and throat sucking greedily on him. Legolas bucked up calling out Aragorn’s nametingting and tangling his fingers into the Ranger’s hair. Aragorn smiled slightly around Legolas, closing his eyes and he reached for the phial of oil he had in his robe, dipping his fingers into the phial and he coated them with oil, bringing his hand back to Legolas’s secret opening, gently pressing a finger against him.

Legolas moaned gripping cushcushions beneath him tryto tto thrust up into the wet mouth and push against the slippery fingers at the same time. Aragorn bobbed his head a little on Legolas, inserting one finger moving it around a little to loosen Legolas up, using his free hand to fondle the heavy sacs gently. Legolas moaned louder, arching his back up gripping the cushions harder when he felt two fingers again instead of one stretching him. Aragorn added one more finger lng fng for that one spot that would drive Legolas mad. Hearing a ragged moan from Legolas Aragorn knew he had found that spot, rubbing his fingers against it he sucked harder on Legolas, gently squeezing the sacs. Legolas was shaking, feeling his release close moaning “Ara..gorn I’m..go..ah!” a string of Elvish words was followed by the Elvish Prince’s intense orgasm.

Aragorn swallowed the Prince’s seed, letting him slip from his mouth once Legolas was finished, smiling up at the blonde, Aragorn crept up, kissing Legolas gently swirling his tongue around Legolas’ letting him taste himself. Legolas moaned softly kissing Aragorn back smiling when Aragorn broke the kiss “That was lovely” he murmured, grinning slightly. Aragorn laughed “Yes it was.. but I’m not through with you yet melethron.” Legolas gave him a curious look then yelped in surprise when Aragorn scooped him up from the couch and carried him over to the bed, plopping him down. Legolas laughed softly bouncing a little on the bed grinning at Arago“Now“Now..you be a good little Elf and stay there until I come back.” Aragorn grinned, leaning down kissing Legolas lightly before he disappeared into a side room for a few minutes. Legolas sighed happily, laying back on his back putting his arms behind his head closing his eyes waiting for Aragorn.

Aragorn smiled to himself when he saw Legolas completely relaxed and glowing on the bed “Gods you’re beautiful Legolas.” He murmured walking over using the ves ves he had to tie Legolas’ arms above his head to the headboard. Legolas looked up at his arms, tugging on the scarves “What are young?”ng?” he asked laughing softly. Aragorn grinned “I’m tying you up, my love, what does it look like I’m doing?” Legolas grinned spreading his legs as a silent invitation for Aragorn since he was already erect again. Aragorn chuckled, moving between Legolas’ legs, pouring oil onto his hand rubbing it on the length of his arousal, moaning softly thrusting into his own fist, kno tha that it drove Legolas mad to watch and not participate. Legolas panted softly “Aragorn..stop that, you knowon’ton’t like it when I can’t help” he pouted a little before he spread his legs even wider “Take me Son of Arathorn” he whispered huskily.

Aragorn moaned softly at the tone of Legolas’ voice, taking his member in his hand, he moved it so that the head barely slipped into Legolas. Legolas groaned, pushing up against Aragorn the best he could in his state wanting more “Aragorn, fuck me! Please..I need you” Legolas looked up at Aragorn, his own blue eyes a dark navy blue from passion. Aragorn didn’t need to be told twice, in one long thrust he was fully sheathed inside Legolas, their moans mixing into one. Aragorn stilled for a moment before he heard Legolas whisper his name, looking at Legolas and the smile that he wore he started to move slowly, rotating his hips gently to hit the sweet gland inside of Legolas. Legolas moaned, wrapping his legs around Aragorn’s waist crying out gripping his bindings when the head of Aragorn’s sex rubbed against his prostate. “Oh..Aragorn” Legolas arched his back moaning softly.
Aragorn quickened his pace once Legolas was completely used to him, thrusting deep and long making sure he hit Legolas’ prostate with each thrust. Legolas groaned softly every few thrusts, feeling his climax hurtling towards him. “Aragorn..going to” he whispered, biting his lower lip. Aragorn understood, taking Legolas into his hand he stroked him with his still oil slicked hand, rubbing his thumb across the tip smearing the pearly liquid there, at the same time crushing his lips against the Elf’s. Legolas cried out his climax, his cry being swallowed up by Aragorn’s hot mouth, kissing him back grunting softly when he felt Aragorn thrust once more into him feeling Aragorn’s sacs against his rear and feeling Aragorn’s release inside himself. Aragorn groaned softly his orgasm sweeping over him as he was deep inside Legolas’ passage. The two kissed until they were in serious need of air, breaking apart only far enough to breathe, panting both from the intense release and lack of air.

Legolas was first to recover, kissing Aragorn’s face gently in the places he could reach. “Will you untie me now?” he whispered into an ear, giving it a gy liy lick. Aragorn smiled, reaching up and pulling the knot loose, sighing happily when he felt the archer’s arms enfold him in a lover’s embrace. Aragorn slipped out of Legolas laying next to him under the sheets, their foreheads pressed together and Aragorn had his eyes closed, while Legolas stroked his hair and soothed the worry lines from Aragorn’s forehead. Legolas stroked the man’s back gently, using a little of his Elven power to gently soothe Aragorn’s mind and lull him to sleep. Aragorn turned his head so it was laying on Legolas’ shoulder “You’re putting me to sleep.l gel get you back for this later you know.” He murmured as a half warning. Legolas laughed softly “I’ll be looking forward to it, but for now you’ll be going to sleep.”

Aragorn smiled, closing his eyes sighing softly drifting off into slumber. Legolas grinned a little, stroking Aragorn’s hair watching him sleep. “I wish I’d told you sooner Aragorn..I’m not like other Elves. I’m one of the few who can bear children.” he whispered into the dark. Sighing, Legolas leaned his head against Aragorn’s and he drifted into the Elven ravine of sleep.

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Cirith Ungol

Sam and Frodo had been following Gollum for endless hours over sharp rocks and other countless sharp things. Sam panted slightly from the effort of carrying his heavy bag up a slight cliff, crouching next to Frodo and Gollum, “Where are we?” “Shhh.. hobbitss..Minas Morgul is not a nice place..follow Smeagol..and be quiet!” Gollum glared at Sam on purpose, since those pots of Sam’s always clanked together when he moved. Sam rolled his eyes slightly looking over at Mr. Frodo, waiting on him to make a move before he did anything. “Mr. Frodo? Are you alright?” Frodo seemed to be paler than usual since they were this close to Minas Morgul.

Frodo didn’t answer Sam, instead he just followed Gollum out from behind the rocks they were hiding behind, over to a rocky cliff that was next to a smooth road leading into Minas Morgul. “We found the secret stairs!” Gollum pointed at a sad excuse for a stairway going almost vertical up the side of the cliff. Sam gaped at the stairs, sighing he looked over at Frodo then started climbing up after Gollum. Frodo looked over towards the doors of Minas Morgul, then to the gargoyles that stood there. Frodo blindly clutched at his chest; his hand gripping the Ring once he found it, stumbling towards the green, eerie glow that came from the dark tower. Sam turned his head to see if Frodo was making it along alright, not seeing him there he looked around, spotting him walking towards the doors “FRODO!” Sam made his way back down the cliff as fast as he could.

Grabbing Frodo’s arm, Sam stumbled with him backwards, “Don’t go in there, that’s not the way to go Frodo.” Both hobbits stumbled to their knees when the ground started to shake, the doors opening and a green shot of light came bursting up from the tower. Sam pulled Frodo back behind some rocks, crouching down to hide from the army that came marching through the door. Frodo clutched his shoulder in pain, hearing the terrifying shriek of the Witch King on its hideous flying creature. “I can feel his blade” Frodo whimpered in pain squeezing his eyes shut. Sam looked at Frodo, covering his own ears from the shriek, moved over closer to Frodo letting him lean against him instead of the rocks. Only after the Witch King flew off after its army, did the trio start their climb up the stairs again towards this secret tunnel Gollum knew about to get into Mordor.

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Rohan

Pippin couldn’t sleep, that ball kept haunting him. Pippin finally decided that he was going to have another look before he went to sleep. Throwing the covers off him, he stood up, stepping carefully over the people sleeping in the same room as him, making his way over to where Gandalf was asleep, since he was the one guarding the ball.

Merry saw Pippin move past him, pushing himself up to his elbows “Pippin!” he whispered only loud enough to get Pip’s attention. Pippin jumped, turning around and he sighed “What Merry?” he glanced over at Gandalf to make sure he wasn’t awake. “What are you doing? Pip!” Merry sat up watching Pip. “I just want to look..” Pip said matter-of-factly to Merry before he turned back to Gandalf, gasping when his eyes met Gandalf’s blue ones. Pip froze, thinking he was in trouble, but Gandalf didn’t move a muscle, making Pippin realize that Gandalf was in fact asleep. Looking around, Pippin grabbed a pitcher, picking up the cloth-covered sphere and replacing it with the pitcher so Gandalf didn’t feel the difference. Pippin carried it back over to where Merry was at, setting it on his covers.

Merry scooted back from it “Pippin, put it back!” he warned glancing at Gandalf. Pippin didn’t seem to hear Merry, unwrapping it his eyes lit up slightly at seeing the dark sphere again, touching it lightly with his fingertips he watched the swirling mist inside of it. The mist took on an orange color then a huge, fiery eye, gasping Pippin tried to get his hands off of the sphere, trying to look away but he couldn’t. Pippin started to sweat profusely, staring at the ball, jerking and writhing in pain after a minute from pain. “PIPPIN! Gandalf!” Merry yelled, not knowing what was happening to Pippin but he didn’t like what he was seeing.
Outside, where Aragorn and Legolas were chatting beneath the moon, they heard Merry screaming from inside, running into the room, Aragorn grabbed the ball from Pippin, his legs giving out from under him, he would have collapsed to the floor if Legolas hadn’t caught him. The sphere slipped from Aragorn’s hands, rolling towards a corner of the room, Legolas holding Aragorn to his chest, looking at him “Aragorn? Are you alright?!” he whispered scared that he was hurt, hoping his beloved wasn’t hurt in any way. Merry had raced to Pippin’s side “Pippin! Pip!” he took the clammy hand in his own hoping Pippin would wake up. Gandalf jerked awake at all the commotion, jumped out of bed he raced over to where Pippin lay, snatching the clotat hat had been covering the plantir before it was revealed, throwing it at the corner, sighing when the cloth covering the palantir once more.

Gandalf looked at Aragorn being looked over by Legolas, turning his attention to Pippin, pushing Merry aside gently he touched Pippin’s face, placing a hand on his sweaty brow, closing his eyes. Pippin shuddered then woke up with a gasp, staring at Gandalf looking as if he was about to cry “Gandalf..forgive me..” he whispered, starting to close his eyes again. “Look at me!” Gandalf commanded softly gently shaking Pippin’s shoulder. “What did you see?” Pippin’s eyes closed for a moment “A tree..a white tree..in a courtyard of stone.. it was burning.. the city was burning around it..” Pippin whispered looking up at Gandalf “I saw..I saw him!” Gandalf’s eyes widened slightly “What did you tell him?” Pippin’s eyes were welling up with tears “He asked me my name..I didn’t answer..he asked me again, and I still said nothing.. he hurt me” Pippin closed his eyes and looked up at Gandalf again. “What did you tell him about Frodo and Sam?” Pippin’s eyes got big, his mouth moving but nothing was coming out of it.

Gandalf nodded, knowing Pippin hadn’t told Sauron anything about Frodo and Sam’s secret journey into Mordor. Picking Pippin up, Gandalf placed him back in his bed, looking over at Merry “Come over and stay with him Merry, while I put this someplace out of reach.” He got up, picking up the palantir making sure it was covered completely with the cloth, speaking softly with Legolas and Aragorn.

Merry laid down next to Pippin, having moved his bedding over next to Pippins’. Pippin opened his eyes watching Merry sleepily “Merry? I’m sorry” Merry looked at Pippin, turning over on his side so that he was facing Pip. “Shh..try and sleep, don’t worry about it ok Pip?” he stroked Pippin’s curls gently smiling slightly “Want to curl up with me to sleep?” Pip smiled slightly, nodding scooting closer to Merry sighing happily when he felt his Merry’s arms encircle him in a safe and loving embrace. Merry kissed his head lightly, holding him until Pippin fell asleep, Merry falling asleep after him.

The next morning, Merry stood next to Pippin as Gandalf had a discussion about what had happened with Pippin and the plantir the night before, getting more and more annoyed with Pippin and his obsession to having to look at everything and not being able to just leave it alone. Gandalf looked over at Pippin when he spoke of going to Minas Tirith, and not going alone, and Merry knew that Gandalf was taking Pippin so that Sauron couldn’t get him.

Merry followed Gandalf out tot he stables, glancing over his shoulder at Pippin. Pippin bit his lip slightly seeing the look that Merry had given him “Merry.. I’m sorry.. alright? I didn’t mean anything by it. I just wanted to look at it.” “You always have to look Pip.. why do you always have to look?” Merry said sounding annoyed, half glaring at Pippin over his shoulder, walking into the stables after Gandalf. Pip stopped “Merry! I said I was sorry..what else can I do?” he bit his lip, not wanting Merry to be mad at him. Merry walked back towards him “You have to leave Pip..Gandalf has to get you out of here, don’t you understand? Sauron thinks you have the Ring. So now you have to go so you can be protected” he words stung Pippin. “But..but you’re coming with me?” Pippin asked hoping Merry would say yes. Merry turned back around and walked into the stables “Merry!” Pippin felt like crying, what did this mean? Was he going to see Merry again or was he going to have to leave him behind, he couldn’t do that! Pippin ran after Merry, only to be picked up and placed on Shadowfaux’s back.

“How long is it to Minas Tirith?” he asked looking at Gandalf. “Three days ride..as long as the Nazgul flies, and you had better hope that we don’t have one of those on our tail!” Gandalf said softly but sternly. Pippin looked at Merry, his concern that Merry wasn’t going with him clear in his eyes. “Merry?” Merry held out a pouch “Here..it’s all I have left. You smoked too much Pip.” Merry’s eyes were watering up with unshed tears. “We’ll see each other again..won’t we Merry?” “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going to happen, Pip.” Merry whispered, stepping back away from the horse.

“Go Shadowfaux, show us the meaning of haste” Gandalf said softly, not wanting to prolong the hobbit’s suffering of saying goodbye for perhaps the last time. “Merry..” Pippin stared at Merry, biting back tears, almost crying out when the horse jumped into speed, racing out of the stables “MERRY!” Pippin tried to twist around in his seat to see Merry one last time, but Gandalf’s billowing white clothing prevented him from doing so. Merry ran up the steps of the guard tower, Aragorn on his heels. “Merry! Merry, wait!” Merry stopped only when he could see between the railing, biting his lip, watching Pippin being carried away swiftly from him, barely feeling Aragorn’s hand settle on his shoulder. “I love you Pip..” he mumbled to himself hoping Pippin heard him somehow.

End Part 1.