Title: Forever My Friend
Author: Elizabeth ([email protected])
Website: http://home.satx.rr.com/internetparadise and http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Legolas-of-Mirkwood
Rating: R
Pairing / Main characters: Legolas/Aragorn
Series/Sequel: complete
Summary: After the carnage at Moria, the fellowship grieves for their lost companion. While in Lothlorien, Legolas and Aragorn renew their once close relationship.
Disclaimer: J.J.R. Tolkien owns all characters, I made the side-story
Archive/Distribution: sure
Warning: Guy and guy, semi perverted, read at own risk. Kinda sappy...
Notes: I love feedback!
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Forever My Friend
By Elizabeth
It was late in the evening within the safe boundaries of Lothlorien, but Aragorn found himself no peace. He has sat alone, passing his first few days grieving over the loss of his dear friend and lover Gandalf, and so near the borders of Moria. Sadder still, Aragorn quietly watched his long loved Elf-friend Legolas quickly befriend Gimli, son of Glo'in. Not too long before this dreadful journey had Aragorn and his young Elven Prince shared the same bed, that is, when Gandalf was away in the Shire.
Aragorn scowled with silent jealousy at the dwarf who has taken his Legolas. So fresh is the pain of losing the elder wizard that this neglect became far too painful to bear. He enclosed himself further into his travel-worn cloak, shivering at the mere thought of losing another dear friend and not at all comforted at the glowing darkness of twilight with prospects of sleep. This pain he could bear alone no more! Anxiously he rose, actively searching out his beloved Elven archer.
Aragorn walked swiftly away from the pavilion that had been set for the company, past all the prying eyes of Boromir and the four Hobbits, as far away as he could get. Halting finally in a small field, he turned his keen ears to the winds of Lorien, listening intently for the song of Legolas's voice. The young Elf-Prince from Mirkwood was bidding a farewell to his new friend from the
Lonely though the two did not part companionship for several more hours. And Aragorn stood, patiently awaiting their final farewell that would give him leave to Legolas's arms. Mountain Time seemed to halt, but before long, Aragorn was moving swiftly and quietly through the fair groves and woods of Lothlorien to find his Prince. He found Legolas standing quietly near the Nimrodel, gazing intently at the stars. Aragorn's sudden appearance did not startle this fair creature, he did not even move.
Breathlessly, but with remaining dignity, "You have been distant dear Legolas. Since our parting from Moria, you have strayed. I worry for you; you grieve much alone."The Elf-Prince turned slightly, looking on at Aragorn with sad eyes; eyes that have seen more than they wish yet looking on they crave new sights and new sorrows. "I have seen you watching from your dark corner of the pavilion, seen the pain in your heart. It is not I who grieve alone Aragorn, it is you." The tall Elf then stooped over and soundlessly retrieved a handful of water from the Nimrodel. Not spilling a drop, Legolas came towards Aragorn, halting only a few inches before the weathered ranger. Legolas lifted his hand to his own lips and drank of the sparkling stream water of the Nimrodel.
Aragorn could feel the heat coming from Legolas's sturdy body only inches from him. He thought at once of Gimli who has shared and taken this very joy from him, and a fire of anger and resentment began to burn deeply inside of him. "Do not think harshly of dear Gimli" purred the tall archer melodiously. The ranger looked up to see Legolas's eyes ablaze with dreams of the future, the stars above caught, enraptured by his stunning beauty. Aragorn's anger was smothered by the trickling waters of the Nimrodel, as offered to him by the young archer's hand.
"Why do you doubt my love for you? Have I not always loved you, even as I lay with Lord Elrond or Glorfindel?" Legolas smiled, his eyes softening in the light of the stars, and it seemed that not the stars above but he created the glow in the grove around them. Aragorn lightly brushed his hand across the Elf's cheek, allowing it to entwine itself within the long golden strands of hair that hung loosely about his face. Legolas came ever closer until the ranger could smell his sweet breath. The Prince's lips were soft and his tongue roamed freely, exploring every corner and dark space of Aragorn's mouth until the memories of their last embrace were fresh in their minds.
Aragorn, with relief in his mind and heart, began to explore freely the undersides of Legolas's garments. His hands made their way from the nape of Legolas's neck and down, slowly unbuttoning his silver-hued tunic and baring his pale muscular chest. Aragorn gently tugged, twisted and played with the Elf's pale pink nipples until at last he could stand no more. Aragorn bent down and began to slowly and purposefully molest each nipple in turn with his tongue, tugging gently with his teeth now and then. A low moan escaped Legolas's lips. The two lovers began to shed their garments, slowly at first, but as their need steadily grew, they tore at their clothing.
The young Elven Archer from Mirkwood slowly caressed and played with his lover's manhood, kissing and suckling at his neck, ears, and lips all the while. He used his tongue to draw tiny circlets around the ranger's shoulders, collarbone, and nipples, breathing hot draughts of air onto the dampened skin. Sensations long forgotten in Aragorn's mind traveled up and down his spine and to every limb on his body. His fingers tingled, his toes twitched, and his eyes wept for joy in his passions. His manhood hardened, seemingly as hard and solid as mithril under the expert touch of the Elf's fingers. Aragorn could feel it coming, a great warmth, a surge; he shuddered and moaned, and Legolas caught every last drop, only then coming again to Aragorn's lips.
Breaking this new embrace, Aragorn ventured down the Elf's slender yet muscular torso, wishing only to taste his lover once more. He took him into his mouth and sucked gently at first, then with more vigor and force, swiftly sliding his mouth over every inch then retreating, repeating it again and again. Legolas's cry pierced the silence of Lothlorien and both lay in the grove, weary from worry and grief, yet contented by their meeting.
"Do you truly love me, a mortal man?" The words of Aragorn were nearly inaudible though the Elf's reply was swift and without hesitation, "Tennoio nildonya, ilyatie' ar tennoio."
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Notes:
The Nimrodel is the stream going into Lothlorien, as mentioned in the first book. Legolas sang a song to the others of the maiden Nimrodel, of which the stream is named after.
I got these words from an online dictionary translating Quenya (an Elven language) to English. Translation: "Forever my friend, always and forever."
Tennoio- forever
Nildo- friend
-nya- suffix meaning my *thus 'nildonya "my friend"'*
ar- and *No known word for 'always' so I put 'all' and 'way' together as described by the dictionary.*
ilya- all tie'- way *though it is not normally used except for those of the older languages*