Aragorn and Legolas: Three shot.

A/N. I own nothing. Poor me.

Aragorn and Legolas are together, before the Quest begins. This is a story of their life before after and in-between the war of the ring. Three shot.


ON WITH THE STORY...


FLASHBACK: Legolas and Aragorn remember their first time.


It was a lovely sunny day in spring, and Estel and his love Legolas were enjoying the sun. Sitting at the foot of a large Oak tree they sat and shared a picnic.

If anyone was to come across the couple they could see the love radiating from the pair, in the way that Aragorn lovingly gazes into the elf’s eyes, and the way that the blue eyes of the elf light up whenever he is in the presence of his love. Aragorn sat with his back to the tree and Legolas was snuggled into him, his back leaning against the man’s chest, with the man’s arms wrapped securely around the elf’s waist. Legolas’s head was rested on Aragorn’s shoulder and his head was twisted so that he was facing towards Aragon’s neck.

Almost as if reading the elf’s mind, the man turned his head to the side and leant down to place a tender kiss on the elf’s awaiting ones. Legolas sighed in contentment and snuggled closer into Aragorn.

Suddenly the silence was broken by Legolas muttering. “I must leave tomorrow. I have to return home.” Aragorn stiffened slightly and then sighed deeply, burying his head into the crook of Legolas’s neck.

“I know love.” He muttered, inhaling the sweet scent of honey, vanilla and cinnamon. “I just wish that you did not have to leave me.”

“I do not wish to leave. But my father will not allow me to stay with you for much longer, I have already been here for two and a half years.” Legolas sighed deeply and then shifted into the embrace so that he was now facing his lover and straddling him, brushing stray strands of hair out of his face. “I love you.”

Aragorn smiled and without hesitation he answered “I love you too. Now and forever.” Legolas smiled at him and moved closer so that their lips could meet again. Unlike the first, this was full of desire, lust and urgency. They only parted when the need for air became too dire for them.

Legolas looked into Aragorn’s eyes, for minutes on end looking pensive, while simultaneously unconsciously running a hand through the thick locks of his lover. “Aragorn?” He asked hesitantly.

“Yes my love.” Was the immediate answer followed by an encouraging grin.

“Will you do anything for me? As I would for you.”

“I will do whatever you want and ask of me. You have only but to ask and I will find a way to bring the stars down to you my love.” Legolas smiled and moved forward to cuddle into the man. Aragorn wrapped his arms around the elf’s waist, while Legolas wrapped his around the broad shoulders of the man, burying his head into the man’s neck.

“I want you to make love to me.” He whispered into the man’s neck. Aragorn froze for a second and then gently untangled the prince from his form and said. “Are you sure my love. It is a big step for you.”

“I want to be binded to you, Aragorn, for now and forever. I want you to be my first...my first and only. I want to give you something to remember me by when I leave. If you are willing?” The elf finished of hesitating a little; he moved his eyes towards the forest floor ashamed of his brashness. Aragorn pulled his head up gently so that they were looking into each other’s eyes. “It would be my privilege to bund with you, for now and forever. My fair elf.”

Legolas’s eyes shone in both excitement and happiness. He leant forwards so that his lips were inches away from the awaiting ones of the man. “Ravish me. My king.” He muttered before he finally let his lips meet their partners. Aragorn smiled into the kiss and then gently pushed forward with his whole body weight, forcing Legolas to move back. When Legolas was flat on his back with Aragorn hovering over him Aragorn pulled away from the kiss to mutter. “With pleasure, prince of my heart.”

Aragorn leaned back down into the kiss and then broke it to trace the curve of his prince’s neck. Legolas’s breathing sped up and Aragorn smirked. When Aragorn came to his elf’s ears he took particular time in appreciating the sensitive tips. Legolas audibly gasped and gripped onto Aragorn’s muscular shoulders. “Are you sure that you are ready?” Aragorn asked the beauty before him.

“I am ready for anything if I am with you. I want you to fill me and let me feel whole for the first time in my existence.” Legolas said staring up at Aragorn with love shining in his eyes, so much love that it nearly brought tears to Aragorn’s eyes. “Then it shall be done.”

Slowly Aragorn leant down to join their lips together once again. Slowly Aragorn allowed his hands to roam his elf’s body, tracing the curves of the lithe body beneath him. Slowly he began to raise the tunic over his lovers head and was met with the beautiful body of his lover. Ignoring his rapidly growing desire, he leant down and began to suck and nip at the rosy nipples that were placed in front of him. His elf writhed and moaned underneath him, and Aragorn was met with the proof of his lover’s desire. He lifted his head and smirked at the urethral being in front of him.

Legolas rolled his eyes and then set about removing his lover’s tunic as well. In a matter of seconds the tunic was lying disreguarded on the forest floor alongside Legolas’s own. Legolas seemed to revel in the feeling of naked skin against naked skin. He began to stroke the contours of Aragorn’s chest and then in a bold move, he moved his hand down to the throbbing member of his lover and stroked it gently through the fabric. Aragorn gasped at the sheer extent of pleasure that this simple touch can have on him.
Looking down into the smirking face of his lover he saw the smirk embedded there and decided to get his own back. He raised his own hand to allow himself to feel the elf’s desire. Legolas made a sound that was in the middle of being a gasp and a moan, at the pleasure that shot up his body. Oh Yeah he was definitely ready for this.

When Legolas recovered from his thoughts he realised that his legging had been removed and Aragorn was now standing admiring and appraising his body. Legolas blushed a deep scarlet at the appraisal and averted his eyes. “Beautiful.” He heard whispered from somewhere above him, taking a risk he looked up and saw Aragorn staring him with lust clearly visible in his eyes. Once Aragorn met Legolas’s eyes, he saw that his lust was mirrored in those deep blue pools that he loved so much.

It only took a moment for Aragorn to divest himself of his own leggings and allow the extent of his desire to be more prominent. Legolas eyed his member with obvious appraisal and then seductively said “come.” No other words were exchanged and Aragorn all but pounced on the golden elf. Legolas chuckled and then gasped when Aragorn positioned himself so that their manhood’s met. Fire seemed to spread around his body and a wave of confidence hit him.

In a brash move he lifted his legs and wrapped them around his lover’s waist. Aragorn groaned at the tension that was gathering in his now painfully hard erection. “Are you ready my love?”

“Yes.” Was Legolas’s breathless reply.

To this day Legolas cannot say where or how Aragorn was able to find a tub of scented oil to smooth the way, he himself only became aware of it when Aragorn removed his hands in order to coat his fingers with it. While one hand was busy with the oil, the other was being used to make Legolas comfortable on the ground. Legs sprea wide in invitation.

“This is going to hurt at first and then I guarantee that there will be more pleasure than you have ever experienced in your lifetime.” Legolas nodded, a little apprehensive. Aragorn slowly traced the puckered entrance. Slowly he allowed one finger to enter. Legolas gasped in pain, Aragorn swiftly kissed the elf’s lips, he never wanted to see that beautiful face in pain. Once he felt that Legolas was ready he slowly began to move the finger in and out, massaging the walls in order to get him ready for the wide girth of his manhood.

Legolas still felt the sting a little but was too distracted by the kiss to notice it that much. It was only when Aragorn entered a second finger that he began to feel the sting again. He winced into the kiss and Aragorn pulled away from the kiss to stroke the side of his face with his free hand. “It’s Ok, baby. I promise the pain will leave.” Legolas nodded and then raised his head a little to capture the lips in a kiss again. Aragorn complied and continued searching inside of his lover. He knew when he finally felt the prostate, as Legolas gasped and moaned in pleasure, deepening the kiss as much as he could when pleasure overran his sense of propriety.

Aragorn went to enter a third finger when Legolas stopped him. “No. I am ready my love.” Aragorn looked at him shocked.

“You aren’t prepared enough. I will hurt you.”

Legolas laughed a light and airy laugh. “You could never hurt me. Please, i am ready.” Aragorn nodded and then prepared his self with lubrication and positioned himself at Legolas’s entrance.

Slowly, ever too slowly, Aragorn began to push into his lovers body. Legolas bit his lip in order to stop the cry that wished to burst from his lips. It hurt. No matter how much lubrication they used nothing gwould have stopped the pain of his virgin taking. When Aragorn was fully sheathed, he stopped still and looked down at his lover. Legolas’s eyes were closed in an effort of concentration. And there were lines of pain arond his eyes. “Shhh my love, all will be well. Relax.”

Aragorn stayed in that position for many moments until Legolas opened his eyes and nodded slightly. Slowly Aragorn pulled out and the pushed back in. In, out, in ,out, in ,out. Soon Legolas found hi pleasure spot stroked again and again, he was soaring. He wrapped his legs around aragorns waist again and wrapped his arms around his neck so that he could join their lips in a loving kiss.

They maintained that pace for over an hour. Their hands intertwined llovingly bestowing kisses upon each other. Too soon for his liking Aragorn felt his end approach and so he began to speed up the pace. Legolas’s moans encouraged him.

Legolas came first. He shot his essence all over their sweaty chests and clenched around Aragorn, causing the man to grunt as he came. Shooting his load deep into his lover. Exhausted he collapsed ontop of the elf, still sheathed within him. Legolas wrapped his arms around his chest and tightened his legs around him. Squeezing him tightly. “I love you.” He muttered into his lovers ear. Aragorn lifted his head from the elf’s chest and pressed their lips together again. Sending a secret message.

END FLASHBACK


A/N
so what do you think? Any good? Should I stop now to save myself the embarassment?
sorry about the spelling. I suck!