K-I-S-S-I-N-G

Title: K-I-S-S-I-N-G
Author: Anu (anubeta@lycos.com)
Pairing: Aragorn/Elladan/Elrohir
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Aragorn and the Twins, sitting in a tree...

Author's Notes: I've been flamed over this sort of thing, so I'll say it again. The boys kiss. kis kiss. That's it. They decide they like girls best, in the end. This is actually non-slash. Just little boys in a tree. If I get flamed for this I'll toast you to a crisp.

More A/N: All three are underage. Not sure if it's chan, but the twins are about 28, and Aragorn 16. In terms of age according to elven standards, the Twins are the equivalent of an eight year old, and Aragorn a six year old. All are a long way from majority.
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Aragorn was walkingoughough the garden when he got beamed in the head by a twig.

He whirled, but saw no one. If it had been Arwen, he would have heard giggling. And Arwen's aim wasn't so hot, either.

Aragorn eyed the trees suspiciously. "Hello?" he called. No answer. It was very, very quiet. Too quiet. Aragorn shivered and stomped his feet to break up the silence. Another stick bounced off his head.

He glared at the oak across the clearing. "Come out." He demanded. Not a rustle from the tree. Aragorn began to feel stupid about carrying on a coversation with a tree. He walked closer, to try and find out which elf was having him on.

More sticks assailed him, and he was treated to the sounds of elves scrambling higher in ther tree, muffled curses, oaths in orcish involving a tree that would grow a branch in just the right spot for an unlucky elf to bang his crotch on, said tree's parentage, and the sounds of smothered laughter as well as the thrashing that preceedes suffocation.

Standing below the tree, Aragorn could see nothing, but thought the voices to be of his brothers. "Elladan? Elrohir?" He asked. Of course, there was no answer. The tree had fallen silent.

Aragorn eyed the spacing of the branches, and began to climb. About twenty feet up, however, he was suddenly grabbed, blindfolded and tied. Had to be the twins, then. He fought, and was rewarded with his captor's voices. "Hold still, little squirrel, or we'll drop you!"
"Valar, Estel, you *stink*!"

"I do not!" Aragorn vhemently denied.
Snickers from the two of them. "You need to develop a sense of smell then, because I assure you, you stink."
"I don't stink!"
"Smell yourself. We didn't tie your nose up."

"We should have. Tied our own, I mean." Elrohir amended.
"Do you ever wash your hair?" Elladan asked, playing with the thick ponytail that hung down to Aragorn's waist.
"Or your ha" E" Elrohir said over the ruins of Aragorn's broken-nailed, filthy fingers.
Aragorn squirmed. "At least I'm not girly!"

"And we are?" Elrohir asked, settling the bound Man on his lap and untying the blindfold. Estel blinked at the long-lashed, full-lipped twins with thier lean faces. "Yes." He said.

Elladan and Elrohir looked at one another. "We're *not* girls." They insisted.

Aragorn sputtered. "Of course you're not!" Both were very much male, Estnew new from expierence. They had shared enough baths, gone swimming together often enough, and taken a leak as a group for him to have not the slightest doubt. Elladan even had three freckles on the crook of his right thigh, and Aragorn knew the scars on Elrohir's legs as well as his own.

"If we're so girly, why don't you ever hit on us?" Elrohir teased. Aragorn blushed. "Cause I only chase what I can catch. *Girls* I can kiss."
"You can kiss boys too." Elladan informed him.

Aragorn supposed it could be done. "Show me?" He asked.
Elladan and Elrohir looked at each other, then at him again. "We're brothers."
"So? I just want to see, is all. I won't tell." Aragorn replied.
"You'd better *not* tell." Elrohir said definitively.

With a heavy sigh, Elladan leaned over and untied Aragorn. "You'd better watch, cause we're only gonna do this once." At that, he leaned over close to Elrohir, who moistened his lips nervously. They nodded at one another, then leaned nearer and kissed briefly.

Both pulled back and wiped thier mouths, making retching sounds.
"Oh gross. You happy now?" Elladan asked Estel, who nodded.
"Kiss *me*?" he requested.

Elladan gave him a perfect version of Ada's Death Glare. Elrohir sighed, leant down, and puckered up. Hesitantly, Aragorn kissed the elf. Elrohir's lips were warm and soft, slightly damp and rough from the wiping on his sleeve. Remembering a few snogging sessions with girls, he stuck his tounge out, aiming for the center-side of Elrohir's mouth.

After a moment Elrohir let him in. Warm and wet, just like with a girl. Elrohir's tounge batted his away before he could tickle the sensitive roof of Elrohir's mouth. Estel gave his tounge a lick and pulled away. Elladan was looking at them disgustedly. He shook his head. Aragorn wiped his mouth.

"I think I like girls best." He concluded. Elladan and Elrohir nodded agreement.
"Let's race to the Bruinen!" Elladan said suddenly, and began scrambling down. "Last one there takes a bath after Arwen!"

It was the ultimate punishment. By the time Arwen got done bathing the water was *always* cold and smelled like flowers.

Aragorn won, of course.


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