Familiarity

Familiarity

Chapter 1: “One Perfect Moment”

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Lord of the Rings characters even though I wish I did own some. They were all created by J.R.R. Tolkien and currently belong to the appropriate legal parties.

Warnings: NC-17 (eventually), romance, slash, M/M, M/M/M, AU, OOC, OMC

Pairings: Legolas/Aearion, Aragorn/Legolas, Aragorn/Legolas/Aearion

Note: Aearion is a character of my own creation and is not meant to specifically resemble any one person. His name is derived from the meaning of my own middle name which is “Son of the Seas.”

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Rustling the leaves of the trees in the forest, a soft breeze bore the voices of the woods’ many inhabitants to any and all who would listen. Soft moonlight, filtered through the treetops, dappled the forest floor and illuminated everything in an ethereal glow. The spirit of Eryn Lasgalen called out to anyone who would listen and, deep in meditation, there was one elf that responded.

In the center of a clearing deep in the heart of the woods was a small, stone pedestal which supported a shallow basin filled to the brim with spring water. Reflected in this mirror of sorts was the star strewn sky, each point of light shining like one of the jewels in the crown of an elven maiden. Kneeling on the ground in front of the pedestal, the most beautiful creature to grace Eryn Lasgalen in all of the Ages of Middle-Earth. The elf was perched with both legs folded neatly underneath him and both arms extended to either side with his palms turned up. Anyone blessed enough to see his face would now see it turned down in reverence, his eyes closed, and his lips slightly parted. The gentle wind caressed his cheek and ran through his hair sending the flaxen tresses cascading down his shoulders like liquid gold. The moonlight touching his skin made it appear to be made of alabaster, and his hair seemed to be silver instead of gold.

Suddenly, Legolas opened his cobalt blue eyes. He had had a vision of the world of Men, and what he had seen had made him shudder. Men were on their way from their great city of Minas Tirith and they were coming here to his father’s domain. Legolas had the power to see the affairs of the world in the past, present, and possible future, but he did not have the power to see into the hearts of Men. Therefore, he could not tell what business such an entourage would have in a land of the elves, but he had a feeling that he would find out soon enough. However, none of this is what made him shudder; the cause of this spark of electricity up his spine was the leader of the caravan, a man like Legolas had never seen.

The fair elf gathered what few belongings he had brought with him to the clearing and put them in his pack. Legolas made his way through the maze of trees that lead back to the heart of his homeland. With his heightened senses, he could clearly make out the outlines of the trees even in the speckled light from the full moon. Sprinting over tree roots and dodging every branch, he would swiftly arrive in front of his father’s throne. He knew that the vision he had received was of the world as it is in the present, so he had the time to make it into the heart of Eryn Lasgalen, but whether or not he would have the time to properly prepare himself to greet the Men of Gondor as an emissary of the Elves he did not know.

The moon had completed nearly half of its journey through the sky when Legolas came to the woodland home of his people, nestled in the heart of Eryn Lasgalen. The other elves here showed no outward sign that they were aware of his presence, yet he knew they were. Solemnity seemed to be an inherent trait in the elves in this forest, their constant companion through life in Middle-Earth and traveling partner on the road to Valinor. Pulling his traveling cloak closer around his slim shoulders and raising the hood, he bowed his head and made his way to the residence of the king.

Calmly and gracefully gliding into the throne room, he knelt on the ground at his father’s feet. “My lord,” he said, “Men from Gondor travel the road toward our forest. They will soon arrive. I do not know their purpose, but they are unarmed and small in number, so I believe they come in peace.” He glanced up from underneath his long eyelashes to look at his father and gage his reaction to this news.

“Rise, my son.” Thranduil told him. Waiting for Legolas to stand to his full height, he continued, “Your news is surprising to me, for Men have not entered this forest since before you were prince of this fair land, but to have them come is most welcome. I would relish detailed news of the affairs of Middle-Earth.” The king seemed to be considering something for a few moments and then spoke once more. “My son, you will go out with a contingent of guards to meet with these ambassadors of Men and escort them to my throne.”

Legolas bowed his head at his father’s orders and moved to carry them out at once. He passed through the ornately crafted, mithril archway that served as the entrance to Thranduil’s throne room and continued on down the adjoining corridor towards the residential part of Thranduil’s palace. Being a prince of the elves, Legolas was afforded many luxuries that were not common even among the kings of Men. His apartments were adorned with the finest décor of Elves, Dwarves, and Men while all of his belongings would be considered priceless by most. He did not particularly enjoy having such lavish things thrust upon him, but his father enjoyed treating his only son, so Legolas indulged him.

Upon arriving in his private chambers, Legolas removed his traveling cloak, placed it on its hook near the entrance, then crossed the foyer and knocked on the inconspicuous door nestled between two spindly-legged tables each holding an identical vase with a collection of the finest roses. He lightly rapped his knuckles on the door, asking permission to enter. He knew the occupant of the room felt that the prince had the right to enter whenever he wished, but just as Legolas did not enjoy showing off the extravagances his father had given him, he also did not like people affording him special treatment because of his bloodline.

“Come in, my master.” A voice called to him through the door. Legolas grasped the doorknob and turned his wrist slightly. The door opened effortlessly onto a small, simple room with a sole elf sitting on the side of the bed located against the far wall from Legolas. This seemingly subservient elf was roughly the same height as Legolas, but whereas Legolas had completely fair features, this elf had hair and eyes as black as the blackest night which contrasted beautifully with his pale white skin. He appeared to be marking his place in a book before he stood up and bowed slowly at the waist. “How can I be of service to you, Lord Legolas?” He asked.

“Aearion,” Legolas began, “how many times must I ask you to address me as though you were my friend and not my servant?”

Aearion smiled and replied, “You will have to ask me the same number of times as there are stars in the sky.”

The corners of the Elven prince’s mouth turned upward at this response, as it was the same response given to him every time he asked that question. He moved further into the room and took a seat next to the small desk that had been placed alongside the bed. “I need your help.” Legolas said. “I am to leave immediately with a small party to meet with a group of Men. On this mission, I am expected to be a representative of my father and it has been made clear to me that I should be attired as to show the full glory of the Elves of Eryn Lasgalen.”

“Hm,” Aearion started, “not a simple matter. We must begin immediately if we are to make one such as yourself into the glory of our people.” Legolas’s friend said this as if he was completely serious, but Legolas easily saw through his sarcasm and laughed softly at his comment. In fact, unbeknownst to Legolas, Aearion was of the opinion that his master could do scale the tallest mountain and return to still be the fairest being to ever grace this Middle-Earth. However, such thoughts were better left in the mind of their conjurer and not spoken aloud.

“Please, Aearion, tend me.” Legolas’s request was a simple one, but a bittersweet one as well to his servant. Aearion could not hide his true affection for the prince of Eryn Lasgalen from himself, but he did more or less succeed at hiding it from the outside world; it was difficult, however, when asked to perform such an intimate task as grooming an elven prince. He bowed once more and acquiesced to Legolas’s wishes. The darker elf moved forward gently placed his hands on the prince’s chest. He slowly brought his hands to the topmost clasp and released it, then moved on to each successively lower one until the front of Legolas’s intricate blue and white embroidered robe was undone.

Legolas remained still as Aearion moved behind him to run his hands along his arms down to his wrists. Undoing the clasps there as well, Aearion reached underneath Legolas’s outstretched arms and slid the thick, heavy material from the narrow shoulders of the beauty before him. Before removing anymore of Legolas’s clothing, he turned his ministrations to his golden hair, sliding the clips and ties that held the precious material together in elaborate twists and braids so that it immediately unraveled and fell onto the pale skin of his shoulders and back, covering his graceful neck from Aearion’s view. Next, he wrapped his arms around Legolas’s waist so that his hands crossed over each other and deftly untied the strings of the prince’s silk pants and pulled them down over the slender hips, his fingertips lightly brushing the equally silken skin on the way down.

With all of his accoutrements finally removed, Aearion led the prince towards the bath that was located further in the royal apartments. Legolas took a seat next to the rather large, smoothed stone basin while Aearion released the seal that allowed the warm water from the hot springs nearby to fill the bath via a system of aqueducts constructed many hundreds of years before. When the bath was finally full, Legolas completely submerged his body in the cleansing heat and completely relaxed as to allow Aearion to continue his work.

The dark elf took a pitcher, filled it with water from the seal, and then placed his hand on the prince’s forehead, gently pushing backwards and pouring the warm water all over the silken locks. As he turned to replace the pitcher and pick up the scented soap for the prince’s hair, he felt Legolas’s hand close around his wrist.

“Please, Aeari,” Legolas asked, “join me?” The sincerity in Legolas’s eyes was enough to remove any reservations Aearion had. Also, the shortening of his name by the prince showed the level of familiarity that Legolas felt with him, and it touched his heart. He removed his clothes as well and slid into the water next to his master, continuing his work and washing the prince’s hair. Legolas leaned into his touch and Aearion felt a thrill at his master’s reaction. As he massaged the lather in Legolas’s hair, he moved closer to the elven beauty until his chest pressed against the prince’s back and he felt a heat pass into him that made the water seem ice cold.

At this, the dark elf began to pull away. “Master, I do not think…” Aearion began, but Legolas swiftly cut him off.

“No, do not think, my friend. Feel…” And with statement, the golden elf turned his head and brought one of his hands behind Aearion’s head, burying it in the dark waves of night. He pushed his servant forward and captured his lips in a soul-searing kiss.

Aearion’s cheeks flushed when he realized what he was doing, or rather what his master was doing to him. He could barely contain the feelings that chose to well up inside him at that moment, but the impropriety of what was happening made him hesitate and pull away. The kiss broke, much to the disappointment of both elves, and they instead stared into each other’s eyes. The passion that shone from Legolas’s eyes into Aearion’s nearly overcame him, but he held fast. “Why do you do this to me, master?”

Legolas looked concerned for his friend and took his chin in hand while saying, “Is it not what you want? Have you not longed for my touch? You forget the power afforded me by blood…my sight encompasses much more than what is merely in front of me.”

At this revelation, Aearion blushed fiercely. “But why now? Why choose this moment to do this, my lord?” He was consciously aware that Legolas’s hand was still touching his face, his long, nimble fingers reaching to lightly caress his lower lip.

“Because,” he said, “I feel the same way about you and I wanted you to know it. The gentleness and reverence with which you’ve treated my body tonight pushed me to share this with you. Please let me share it with you, Aeari.”

Aearion stayed still as Legolas enclosed him in his arms and pulled him into a position in which he straddled Legolas’s legs. He pressed gentle kisses to Aearion’s lips until he bit his lower lip, then licked it to sooth the small amount of pain he had caused. Aearion gasped at this and Legolas took his opportunity to thrust his tongue into the warm, wet cavern before him. Legolas pulled the dark elf even closer so that he could deepen the kiss and explore every part of Aearion’s mouth while simultaneously pressing the rest of his body to the one on top of his. He began to move his hips in circles against Aearion’s body, their hard, throbbing cocks pressed together. The friction between the two of them caused the foreskin on each of their penises to pull back and forth and they broke the kiss so that they could both gasp at the sensation this caused.

Legolas reached a hand down between both of their smooth stomachs to take both cocks and begin stroking them slowly. Aearion’s eyes snapped shut as he began to make the most delicious noises while his master pleasured him. Moans and mewling noises greeted Legolas as he continued his ministrations, but they only served to encourage his efforts. Seeing that Aearion had exposed his neck in his bliss, Legolas bit down at the point where his neck and shoulder met. Aearion cried out at the stinging pain that erupted from this, but Legolas began lapping his tongue on the mark he left to make it up to the dark elf.

Alternating between soft kisses and licks on Aearion’s neck, Legolas made his way up the cords of muscle until he reached his jaw line. Here, he suddenly went up even further and began to lick at the tip of Aearion’s perfectly pointed ear. While all of this was happening, he had begun to increase the pace of his stroking so that now he was feverishly pumping both of them, speeding them both on the way to climax. All of the stimulation combined to make Aearion feel as if his sanity was slipping away and that he would be content to stay like this with his love for all the Ages of Middle-Earth. But suddenly none of it mattered anymore as his eyes snapped open and he stared straight into the cobalt blue orbs of Legolas’s eyes.

And in that moment it seemed as if time had stopped for the two elves. Their passion and pleasure seemed to stretch into eternity and Aearion swore that, in the depths of Legolas’s eyes, he saw all the wonders of the world come into being and pass into nothingness, while all the stars in the sky flared into existence and faded into the abyss. And in that moment he did not care if he lived to see another day or ever go to the Grey Havens and make his journey to Valinor, but as long as could carry this memory with him to whatever fate awaited him, he would be content.

Legolas too saw something that he had never seen before when he looked into Aearion’s eyes. For the first, and last, time he saw into the soul of another being and what he beheld he carried with him for the rest of his days. Inside Aearion was a light like no other that, in darkness, would light Legolas’s way. He knew from that point on that no matter what distance separated them, Legolas would always be able to follow that guiding light to his love.
The world came alive again and both elves climaxed at the same time, their seed exploding into the water and the both of them falling forward to collapse on each other. Their breaths came raggedly as each young elven man held onto the other as though if he did not, the world would pass into shadow and all would despair.

A gentle hand caressed his cheek and Aearion opened his eyes to see Legolas staring back at him. “I love you, Aeari.”

Aearion hesitated, not sure if he should say it or not, but in the end he replied, “I love you too, master.”

To be continued…

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Author: So, that was my first LOTR fic. Let me know what you think. I definitely plan to continue it, and Aragorn will show up soon. Bear with me though as my schedule is rather tight and I don’t know how fast I can get chapters out. I hope to be able to update frequently though! Oh, and please leave reviews if you have an opinion on the story...I always like to hear from readers. ^_^

-Stellar Odyssey