Fan Fiction ❯ Trick to Love ❯ Last Night In Lorien ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: Still not mine, they're Tolkien's. I'm just playing with the boys.

A/N: Okay, here is the chapter for all of us who like lemonade. If you don't like lemons, don't read!!! The other chapter was your ending. And don't flame me, cuz you just got warned. Thanks for the encouragement, especially Riley and AJ (and no, I'm not a better writer than you!) This is my first A/L lemon, but it's only the second lemon I've ever written, so please be kind. I think I may have gotten a little carried away. Perhaps I'll write something else now? I'll need something to do while I'm in psychology class now that this is done. This should probably be NC-17, but I'm no good with ratings. And certainly no expert on this. Thanks for all the kind reviews!

Hope you like.

Chapter 5: Last Night In Lorien

Legolas sat comfortably on a wide branch in the tree, watching the sunset. Below him, the Nimrodel gurgled happily, its song relaxing him. Through the leaves, the sky seemed to blush as the sun set.

He smiled as he thought back to earlier in the day. He and Aragorn had spent a very...embarrassing lunch with their friends. Pippin and Merry had finally admitted that the entire thing about him and Haldir, and Aragorn wanting Boromir, was a farce. Aragorn had looked slightly angry at the trick, but personally, Legolas thought it was rather hilarious. They had only been trying to help, after all. He heard the rustle of leaves and glanced down. Aragorn was coming towards him. He had asked the Ranger to meet him here. "I'm up here, Aragorn."

Aragorn looked up and smiled, suddenly looking years younger. "What are you doing up there?" He clambered up into the tree. Legolas had to smile. Ranger or not, he still lacked the Elven grace. Especially, it seemed, in climbing trees.

Aragorn settled on the branch close to him. It cracked slightly, but it would hold them both. "I could have come down," Legolas said softly. "If you fall off your perch, I'm going to laugh."

"I'm not going to fall." Aragorn sounded slightly annoyed. "I'm not a clumsy oaf." He looked up at the sunset shimmering through the leaves. "It's beautiful," he said. He glanced over at Legolas. The Elf looked perfectly comfortable. He sat with his back against the tree, one leg stretched out along the branch and the other dangling in midair. His hands rested in his lap, absently playing with the hem of his tunic. Aragorn smirked. He had apparently changed clothes since their sparring session.

Legolas finally met his eyes, his face flushing. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Because you're even more beautiful than the sunset," he answered. He brushed Legolas' hair from his face, tracing his thumb along the high cheekbone. He leaned forward, kissing him lightly. Legolas deepened the kiss, cupping Aragorn's face with his hand. Propping himself up with one hand on the tree's trunk, Aragorn leaned closer. He loved the taste of his Elf; it was exactly as he had thought starlight would taste. He was drunk with it and leaned even closer. He meant to draw Legolas to him. Instead, he leaned too far and lost his balance, knocking them both into the cold river below.

Thankfully, the river here was deep enough to catch them safely and not fast enough to sweep them away. Legolas climbed out, coughing and spluttering. 'So much for Elven grace,' he thought. Aragorn hauled himself out of the water, laughing. "Aragorn," Legolas said, now truly annoyed, "I am going to kill you."

This only served to make Aragorn laugh even harder. The look on the indignant Elf's face was priceless. His hair was dripping and clung to his face. And speaking of clinging...his clothes were clinging quite nicely to his body. He couldn't help but stare.

"Now what?" Legolas demanded, his hands on his hips. He was cold, very indignant, and it didn't seem that he was going to be able to get his way. He was no longer in the mood for games. He sighed, and started to leave in search of dry clothes.

"Whoa." Aragorn caught his hand. "Where are you going?" Legolas just glared at him. "Would it help if I said I'm sorry?" he asked with a sheepish smile.

"I'm going to get some dry clothes," said Legolas. He wasn't really angry with the Ranger. He couldn't be.

"You know what?" Aragorn said slyly, rising to his feet. "They'll dry faster if you take them off."

"What?" Legolas said. "I'm already cold, Aragorn. I don't want to completely freeze." He started to leave.

"Oh, no, you don't." Aragorn caught hold of his hand again and pulled him back. He nuzzled Legolas' neck, clasping his hands around his waist. He pressed against the Elf's back and trailed soft kisses down the side of his face and neck as Legolas leaned his head back to rest against Aragorn's shoulder. "This is the first chance we really have had to be alone. Tomorrow, we have to leave. And you want to wander away?" He slid his hand under Legolas' tunic. "Trust me, I can keep you warm."

Legolas twisted around to face him. "Did I say I was going anywhere?" He kissed Aragorn, moaning slightly as the Ranger's fingers found a sensitive nipple and squeezed.

Aragorn worked his Elf's tunic off, tossing it lightly on the ground. He trailed kisses down Legolas' neck, nipping lightly once in a while, until he reached his chest. He ran his tongue over one of the little buds and started to suck on it. His other hand played gently with the other one.

"Mmmmm," Legolas murmured. He tangled his fingers in the Ranger's hair. Aragorn wasn't letting him do much else.

Aragorn claimed his mouth again, plundering him. He wrapped an arm around the Elf's waist and held him close. And still. He let his other hand wander over Legolas' body, sliding down to cup his rising desire.

Legolas gasped. He tugged at Aragorn's shirt, finally succeeding in removing it. He kissed his neck, lapping at the sweat that was beginning to run down the Man's neck. Aragorn pressed harder against him. He stopped Legolas before he could start to remove his breeches. "No," he panted. "This night is for you."

He lowered Legolas gently to the ground, kicking his boots off. Legolas followed suit as Aragorn removed his sword belt, tossing everything into a pile on top of Legolas' discarded tunic. Aragorn turned his attention back to his lover, claiming another kiss. He worked his way down again, and slid the Elf's breeches off. He smiled at the soft sounds Legolas was making and turned his attention to his love's arousal.

He kissed the tip gently, running his tongue around it, then tracing it from tip to base. He teased with light kisses. Legolas moaned and thrust his hips up, trying to force Aragorn where he wanted him. "Alright, alright," he murmured. He took him into his mouth in one swift movement, suckling him hard. (It seemed the Ranger wasn't totally inexperienced.)

Legolas cried out. He felt hands holding him, preventing him from bucking. He looked down in amazement. Actually seeing Aragorn was too much and he came with another cry.

Aragorn drank in everything he had to offer. He licked him clean, and kissed him again, letting him taste himself. He held Legolas close, waiting for him to recover.

Once he had recovered enough, Aragorn removed the rest of his own clothes. He ran his hands over the Elf's lean body, kissing and caressing everything he could reach. He didn't want to hurt Legolas, but he was having trouble controlling himself.

Legolas suddenly took his hand, kissing his palm. Aragorn moaned softly as he sucked gently on his fingers. Legolas let go of him when Aragorn's other hand started to wander again. Aragorn slid his hand down, slipping first one, then two fingers into him, readying him.

When he felt he was ready, the Ranger pushed slowly into him, until he was fully seated. Legolas stiffened slightly at the initial pain, relaxing as Aragorn softly murmured in his ear and rubbed light circles on the small of his back. Aragorn tried a few gentle thrusts, pleased at the soft mewling sounds his Elf was making. The slow rhythm didn't last long, and he quickly sped up the pace. The noises Legolas was making, his legs tight around the Man's waist, and the tight heat of him was driving Aragorn crazy. Legolas came, spilling over them both, Aragorn right after him. He kissed Legolas hard, smothering their cries.

Aragorn held him close as they regained their strength. He smiled up at the stars that were just starting to peek out. "I love you," he murmured quietly. Legolas raised his head from its pillow on his chest and smiled, his eyes shining. "I love you more," he answered.

They bathed in the river, the cool water freezing on their still slightly heated skin. They dressed slowly and walked back to the Fellowship's camp, their arms around each other's waists. They spent the remainder of the night with their friends, knowing they would have to leave in the morning. But even though they had to leave, and despite the Ring and everything it had caused, they regretted nothing but the loss of Gandalf. For if it had not been for the Ring, they would not have found each other. The Quest had done more for them than it was meant: it was meant to destroy the Ring, but it had joined their hearts forever.

The End