THE OTHER
FELLOWSHIP
Aragorn
made steady progress through the flat brown grasslands of Rhovanion. For early autumn, the weather was still
benign and lacking the high winds and rain that were usual for the time of year
in this particular area. The days were
warm and comfortable though the nights were getting colder.
On this
particular day, it was unusually hot as he climbed Jessonaire’s Mound. He was looking forward to his noonday break
and something to eat and drink. He gave
a rueful smile as he scaled this oddity in an otherwise flat and featureless
landscape. The mound rose out of the
land as a regularly shaped and curved feature.
It was nearly two hundred feet high at its zenith, crowned by a
substantial and ancient cairn.
Aragorn
smiled again, scratching the immature black beard growth on his chin as he
leaned against the huge pile of granite rocks, looking at the broad vista
before him and over which his route would travel. Back in the distant past the legend of
Jessonaire had given an explanation to this geological peculiarity. According to ancient stories, Jessonaire had
been a female warrior, strong and powerful, passionate in her desire to battle
Middle Earth’s direst oppressor, Sauron.
She had fought alongside the combined armies of Men, Elves and Dwarves
as well as the other people’s of their small universe. When she’d come face to face with the Dark
Lord, she had brought her sword to bear on his vile flesh, slicing through it
to render him momentarily impotent. As
he rallied every ounce of cruelty and murderous intent within his being, he had
knocked Jessonaire’s sword from her grasp, mutilating her beautiful body by
severing her breast. That part of her
had fallen to the ground where upon she had fallen to her knees, wracked with
pain and despair. Sauron drove home his
advantage by using her own sword to pierce her heart and kill her. Her blood seeped from under her dying body,
covering the earth and her separated breast with it. Over time, the mound that was her breast had
developed, nourished by her life essence until it had grown to be the landmark
it was now.
The breeze
lifted his long tousled hair and as he pulled a chunk of bread from his meagre
supply, he wondered if the legend of Jessonaire was really true or not. He had always respected the myths and legends
of the Ancient World, believing that there was very rarely smoke without
fire. From a distance the mound, with
its granite cairn, did indeed look like a woman’s breast with its erect nipple,
he knew it was a symbol of fertility used by many. Occasionally people would visit the spot
hoping that their livestock would produce healthy offspring and infertile women
would lay naked across the mound, inviting their men to enter them, believing
that Jessonaire’s magic would help them to conceive.
Aragorn
drank from his flask of water, thinking about the orgy of coupling that took
place from time to time at this place.
Sighing, he was glad that his preference was not to bed women but to
fuck men. Aragorn had always been very
particular with whom he consorted and as a result spent most of his adult life
alone, wandering the forests, marches and mountains, gathering news and
information that contributed to the unseen, unknown security of Middle
Earth.
Aragorn was
not a man to commit himself lightly to anyone or anything without a great deal of thought and care, hence his very singularly lonely
life. There were just a few men that
Aragorn had shown any interest in and even they had never known him to give
anything of himself, except for two. Aragorn’s
main purpose in life was to protect and preserve the peace, though of late he’d
heard and seen things that unsettled him.
This was why he was on his way to see the elves of Mirkwood and to
gather whatever intelligence he could.
After that he would push on to find his friend Gandalf,
to compare notes.
Having
downed the remainder of his water, Aragorn knew he must try and make Mirkwood
by nightfall. He was now out of food as
well.
-o-
Legolas
stared idly at the back of his tutor’s head and wished something interesting
would happen. His father Thranduil had
insisted that the prince should be educated privately as he felt that Legolas
was too easily distracted by others of his own age, who did not carry the
burden of future kingship.
This meant
that Legolas spent most of his time apart from Mirkwood society, although he
had managed to persuade his father to let him attend archery practice and
unbeknownst to the king, Legolas had also taken up swordsmanship. At least with these pursuits he could be with
other elves and as a result, he’d made one or two friends.
As his
tutor droned on, Legolas looked out of the window to the trees beyond and
thought back six months to the Great Conference. His father said he should attend this
gathering of Elves and Men, as it would be of invaluable experience to him in
terms of learning about diplomacy and the ways of others. He and his father had travelled for some
weeks to reach the
One
afternoon, as the rain poured down relentlessly, Legolas thought he would go out
of his mind if he didn’t find something to do.
Thranduil and the other nobles were ensconced in some dark room
somewhere discussing who knows what and once again, the prince of Mirkwood had
been told to go away and improve his mind.
As he stalked the long dingy empty corridors of the castle Legolas
spotted a door, much wider than the others he’d passed and it had a small
wooden sign attached, saying Library.
The gold lettering glinted in the light of the oil lamps mounted at
infrequent intervals along the walls. He
wondered if he might find a book worth reading and opening the door slowly and
quietly, he poked his head around and peered in.
Smiling, he
saw a very large room, bedecked with shelves that were stacked to the ceiling
with books. He walked in and closed the
door silently behind him.
“Can I help
you?” came a voice from within an alcove.
“I’m
looking for a book,” said Legolas, surprised that there was anyone in the room
at all.
“Well,
you’ve come to the right place,” smiled a tall, broad set Man, wearing
glasses. “Did you have anything
particular in mind?”
“Yes, I
mean no. I’m not sure.”
“I’m the
keeper of the books here, I’m the librarian,” said the Man, his full lips
parting slightly. “If you can give me an
idea of what it is you’re interested in, I’m sure I’ll be able to find
something to suit.”
Legolas
shifted uncomfortably. He hadn’t
expected anyone to be there and he just wanted to browse. He had an idea of what he wanted to find but
he felt too embarrassed to explain that to the
“My name is
Nathaniel, by the way.”
“I’m
Legolas, prince of Mirkwood. I’m here
with my father for the Great Conference,” offered the Elf, “but most of the
time I’m not allowed anywhere near the interesting stuff,” he muttered, glancing
around a little more.
“I’m sure
you’ll find some interesting ‘stuff’ here if you ever tell me what it is you’re
looking for,” the Man smiled.
Legolas
hesitated for a moment, taking in Nathaniel’s short brown hair and long
sideburns. He couldn’t get over just how
blue the man’s eyes were and how attractive he looked in the dark blue jacket
and black trousers he was wearing. Not
that Legolas was interested in men, well he didn’t think he was, although just
lately…
“Do you
have books with pictures in them?” the Elf asked nonchalantly.
“Sure, we
have hundreds of books with illustrations; do you want to see them all?”
Legolas had
the feeling that Nathaniel was being sarcastic now. Stiffening, the Elf was put out by the Man’s
attitude and took up the challenge.
“I’m
interested in…” Legolas thought very quickly.
What would embarrass the Man, make him uncomfortable and serve him right
for being so patronising? “I’m
interested in sex,” Legolas said, trying to make it look as though he knew everything
there was to know about the subject and that of course, his interest was purely
academic.
“Aren’t we
all?” Nathaniel replied, grinning as he put down a small pile of books.
This
comment threw Legolas; he wasn’t expecting that kind of brevity from the
“What kind
of sex?” the Man continued.
“There’s
more than one kind?” asked the Elf, incredulous.
“Of course
there is!” Nathaniel laughed softly.
“Um, have I embarrassed you?”
“No. Why?” Legolas asked, his bulldog expression
failing to cover the nervousness in his voice.
“You’re
blushing.”
“No, I’m
not.”
“I think
you are, the tips of your ears have gone pink.”
Legolas
flicked his long blond hair back over his shoulders and squared up to
Nathaniel. He was determined not to let
the Man get the better of him.
“These books, then, the ones on sex. Where
are they? I’ll look for myself, thanks.”
“Okay,
they’re on that shelf there, those two over there and you might want to try
those with the red and green covers just under the window sill,” Nathaniel
smiled, turning back to the pile of books he was cataloguing when the Elf had
entered the library.
Legolas’
eyes widened as he surveyed the dozens of books to which Nathaniel had
referred. Tentatively the Elf stared at
the first shelf, his brow furrowing at the choice on offer. Which one should he choose? Through the Eyes of a
Woman? Pain or Pleasure: A
treatise on the art of sado-masochism?
Tied Up and Hanging Around?
Satisfying Your Husband?
Legolas shook his head; he was definitely not interested in any of these
titles. His curiosity was leading him
towards an exploration of male sexuality, he just couldn’t find the words to
express that and he certainly couldn’t trust this man Nathaniel, to point him
in the right direction. Sighing loudly,
the Elf continued to study the titles in the hope of finding something that
would take his interest.
With his
back to the Elf, Nathaniel smiled. It
was obvious to the librarian that Legolas was doing two things; trying to
satisfy his genuine curiosity and doing his best to cover up the fact. He would wait a little longer. If the Elf showed or voiced his frustration at
not being able to satisfy his need for information, Nathaniel would know he was
serious. If Legolas gave up quickly and
retreated from the library never to visit it again, the Man would take it as a
passing notion or just a foil to challenge his sensibility. Grinning, Nathaniel knew it would take more
than the Elf’s strategy to unnerve him.
There was only one person who could do that and he hadn’t visited
Nathaniel’s library in a long, long while.
After a few
minutes, Legolas moved on to the red and green books under the windowsill. Sighing again, he turned his head slowly to
look over his shoulder, eyeing the figure of the librarian as he bent to pick
up some more books, newly catalogued and ready to be put on the shelves. There was no doubt about it, Legolas felt a
ripple of pleasure as he watched Nathaniel’s quiet choreography around the
bookshelves, intrigued by the Man and to his surprise, attracted by his physicality.
Feeling the
Elf’s gaze on him, the librarian turned and their eyes locked for an instant,
Legolas realising that perhaps Nathaniel could be a friend, a confidant even,
while the Man confirmed for himself that the Elf had the potential to be an
earnest student of what the librarian could offer, in more ways than one.
“Are you
sure I can’t help you?” Nathaniel asked quietly, his voice serious.
“I’m really
interested in…” Legolas looked at the librarian, trying to assess the Man for
his trustworthiness.
“Sex with men?” Nathaniel answered for him.
Legolas
gave him a slow deep nod of his head, never taking his eyes from those of the
In his
mind, Legolas was grappling with this shattering revelation. His mind was in turmoil, belying the calm
exterior he presented to the world.
Knowing he’d made a life influencing decision he felt both relief and
fear; relief that he had at last taken the first step to acknowledge his
feelings and fear that he would be further isolated because of it. He didn’t know if he could tell his father,
if ever, that he was about to choose a path in opposition to Thranduil’s aspirations
for his son.
He sat at
the large table, watching Nathaniel search for what he wanted. The librarian found the tome and leafing
through the pages, opened the book and laid it out on the table in front of
Legolas.
“Here, I
think this will answer some of your questions,” he said gently, pointing to a
series of small illustrations on the right hand page.
Legolas
glanced between the pages and the librarian.
Nathaniel sat opposite the Elf and leaned back in his chair. He remembered when his friend Aragorn had
shown him the same book many years past.
They were just teenagers then and it was such a long time ago and now he
felt a mix of loss, longing and satisfaction.
As Legolas
took in the pictures his lips parted and Nathaniel gave an internal groan. The Elf was indeed attractive, beautiful even
and the Man found it hard to keep his body and soul from betraying his
feelings.
There was a
long pause before Legolas glanced up from the page. “This here, I’m not sure what it means,” he
said, angling his long elegant forefinger at one illustration in particular.
Nathaniel
rose and in one step, stood behind Legolas to see the pictures he’d
selected. “Tell me what you think you
see,” he asked, resting a hand on the Elf’s shoulder and leaning forward, his
breath caressing Legolas’ cheek.
Fighting the distraction of the Man’s close proximity, the Elf began his
descriptive commentary.
“I see…two
men, one on all fours, the other upright on his knees behind him.” Legolas turned his head slightly to look up
at the Man, his lips within inches of Nathaniel’s face.
“Good,” the
librarian said gently.”
“From their
position,” Legolas went on, “they’re in profile, a side on view and I can see
what looks like a…”
“Penis?”
Nathaniel prompted.
“Yes, a
hard, erect penis.” The Elf swallowed,
suddenly aware of just how dry his mouth felt.
“And?”
“He’s
holding it and pointing it at the other’s…”
“Ass?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“Is he
going to push it in?”
“Yes, he’s
going to push his shaft into the other man’s asshole.”
Legolas’
eyes widened yet again, not so much at the information the Man was sharing but
at the way he was doing that. The Elf
had heard this kind of language and sometimes in his fantasies had used it but
he just hadn’t expected it out of the mouth of someone like Nathaniel but at
least he wasn’t left in any doubt.
Legolas was suddenly very grateful for Nathaniel’s candour.
“Wouldn’t
that hurt?”
“Not if
it’s done properly. As long as there is
careful preparation it is a wonderful feeling.
It can be a gracious and loving act, Legolas, never forget that emotions
play a part in this. It’s never the act
of an animal driven to procreate. It’s
the act of love and respect if the two want it to be. Always remember that. It can also be a lustful, hard and sweaty
experience, assuming Elves sweat that is…” Nathaniel’s voice trailed off and he
grinned, still staring at the illustration.
“Nathaniel?”
“Legolas.”
“Are you
speaking from experience?”
Nathaniel recognised
the turmoil that Legolas was going through, he’d been there himself.
“Yes,
Legolas, I’m speaking for experience.
Does that help or make things worse?”
“I’m not
sure. I know I want to know more but the
thought frightens me.”
“Take your
time my friend. Why don’t you get some
food, take a rest and think about it.
You’ll find me in my quarters later if you want to talk.”
The Elf
assessed the Man for a moment and nodding, left the library as silently as he
had entered it.
-o-
Lying on his
bed, Nathaniel stared at the ceiling and thought about Legolas. The hour was growing late and he hadn’t
appeared. Sighing, the librarian doused
the little oil lamp and turned over on his side. He hoped the Elf might visit him so that he
could reassure him that his feelings were valid, that he had friendship and
support if he needed it. Gradually,
Nathaniel’s eyelids fluttered and closed as he fell asleep.
Several
hours later and subconsciously aware of a dip in the mattress beside him,
Nathaniel shifted as he slept. As his
mind moved from sleep to semi-awakening he sensed a warm hard body spooning up
to his back and the tiny pin pricks of beard growth against his neck.
“Aragorn,”
he breathed his voice still thick with sleep.
“I’ve
missed you, Nathaniel,” the ranger replied, smiling into the librarian’s hair.
“Wanna show
me how much, Aragorn, son of Arathorn?” Nathaniel said suggestively.
For a few
moments the men lay together on their sides, Aragorn’s body moulded to Nathaniel’s,
each echoing the contour of the other, content for a handful of heartbeats to
rest in each other’s arms.
Gradually
in the silent darkness of Nathaniel’s room, Aragorn initiated their lovemaking,
running his hands slowly across his lover’s smooth and hairless chest, his
fingertips gently but surely stimulating Nathaniel’s responses by rubbing and
squeezing at his nipples. Nathaniel
always loved the way Aragorn would turn up, unbidden and unexpected. They had developed a deep bond of love and
respect, though both knew their futures would take different paths but for now,
in their shared present, they would be together for a fleeting moment in time
and they were determined to make the most of it.
Aragorn’s
fingertips brought his lover’s nipples to full hardness in seconds after
sliding his index finger into Nathaniel’s mouth, letting him suck on the digit
and then transferring the moisture to slick the hard nubs, gliding over them
and brushing his pads across and against them.
Nathaniel’s cock thickened and grew in response as his breathing became
shallow and erratic. Feeling Aragorn’s
touch on his skin ignited his senses, setting up a delicious tingling
throughout his body.
He could
feel long black hair against his neck and shoulder as the ranger kissed and
laved his flesh. Nathaniel shifted his
upper leg, bringing up his knee and opening his thighs. Aragorn knew this was an invitation to
explore Nathaniel’s body further and as his passion and lust intensified; his
tanned and weathered hands traced a path over skin and muscle from his lover’s
chest across his waist to his hip and buttock.
Their
charged and lustful actions were silent, save the sound of their
breathing. Nathaniel knew that Aragorn
was a very self contained man and that any expression of his deeper feelings
would only be liberated at the point of his orgasm and knowing the ranger as he
did, this would take a while. Aragorn’s
ability to control his thoughts and feelings was legendary and Nathaniel always
saw it as a challenge to break down his resistance, something that fuelled his
fantasies and desires when he was alone.
As Aragorn
kneaded and squeezed his lover’s buttocks, he heard Nathaniel’s bedroom door
open, with nothing more than a tiny snick, an instant from the outside that
penetrated the centre of their sexual world.
Stiffening, he stopped his body charging up to defend himself and his
lover against any intrusion.
“Sshhh,
Aragorn, I know who it is,” Nathaniel whispered, “don’t stop what you’re doing,
he’s here to learn.”
Trusting
his lover’s judgement implicitly, Aragorn’s body relaxed and he went back to
feeling the hard muscled tone of Nathaniel’s hips and buttocks.
In the
darkness, Legolas’ keen eyesight could discern two naked male bodies pressed up
against each other and engaged in a fervent dance of lust and desire. Mesmerised by the sight before him, the Elf
remained rooted to the spot and unable to pull his gaze away from such an
intimate and private engagement.
He watched
as Aragorn reached to the nightstand and picking up a small vial of amber
liquid, drizzled the viscous fluid over his fingers. He saw Nathaniel pull at his buttock,
revealing the small puckered ring of his anus, gasping out his need for Aragorn
to press his fingers against the tight rim of muscle. Legolas sucked in a breath as he saw
Nathaniel’s lover, a stranger to the Elf, push in slowly and heard the
librarian’s long low moan as the Man penetrated him.
The Elf’s
body was thrumming as he witnessed Aragorn’s action and Nathaniel’s reaction,
his cock hardening rapidly. He took a
step forward, his mouth agape with a potency in his
gaze that signalled his growing desires.
As Aragorn
worked his ass, increasing the speed and reach of his fingers, Nathaniel lifted
his head from the pillows.
“Join us if
you want,” he choked between waves of pleasure, “for as much or as little as
you choose, Legolas.”
Grunting
his acquiescence, Aragorn withdrew his fingers and turned to lie on his back,
Nathaniel following suit to allow the Elf time to make his decision. Without taking his eyes away from either Man,
Legolas pulled off his dark green jerkin to reveal a silvery blue tunic over
tight figure hugging leggings. Kicking
off his knee length black leather boots and stockings, he grasped the hem of
his tunic and peeled it slowly over his head and off his arms. Both Men watched, their anticipation growing
with each garment Legolas removed and before long a naked Elf stood before
them, tall and lithe, almost willowy.
His skin was pale with a quality that seemed to glow in the moonlight
and the quiet of the night. His long
blond hair cascaded over his shoulders almost hiding his dark brown
nipples. His semi erect cock rested over
the curve of heavy balls and his long legs were muscled and shapely.
Glancing at
one another, Nathaniel and Aragorn made a space on the bed between them,
inviting Legolas to join them if he wished.
Without a second’s thought, the Elf moved gracefully and slowly poured
his beautiful body onto the mattress between them.
“Are you
sure you want this?” Nathaniel asked softly.
“I’m not
sure but I want to know more,” Legolas proffered, giving the librarian a
nervous smile.
“This is Aragorn;
he’s been my lover for a long time. You
can trust him.”
Legolas turned
to look at the ranger and his heart imploded.
Staring into his dark eyes the Elf saw a myriad of emotions from hurt
and pain to passion and ardour, it was like a river running through him and
Legolas wanted to immerse himself in everything that Aragorn was.
Aragorn was
rendered speechless as his gaze travelled over Legolas’ body and as their eyes
met, he knew his fate would be forever entwined with that of the Elf’s though
he had no idea how or why.
Legolas
reached out to touch Aragorn’s face, his fingertips tracing the high cheeks
bones and beard growth. With his back to
Nathaniel, the Elf only had eyes for Aragorn but the librarian took no offence,
he too understood the magnetism of the ranger.
Nathaniel turned to run his hand down the Elf’s back, revelling at the
sensation of his smooth silky skin.
“We’ll do
as much or as little as you want, Legolas.
You take the lead and we’ll follow,” the librarian said, fingering the
Elf’s long hair, fascinated by its texture.
All the
while Nathaniel touched and explored Legolas’ body the Elf concentrated on
Aragorn, enraptured by the contrast in their bodies, Legolas being smooth and
hairless, the ranger’s dark and rough.
As their lips touched, Legolas felt a surge of lust power through his
body and he knew this was what he wanted, the touch and feel of a male body
against him, responding to his entreaties for more of the same and playing out
the exquisite act of physical love.
Aragorn
penetrated the Elf’s mouth and their tongues collided, moving, touching,
exploring as their passion built.
Legolas moved to place his thigh between those of Aragorn and rested his
body over the ranger’s. The Man felt the
heat radiate from the Elf’s torso and groin but paused in the duelling of their
mouths and lips as he realised that the Elf was not exerting any weight against
him. All he could feel was the sensation
of a light, caressing breeze across his chest, a ghosting kiss and a brush of
light fingertips.
Aragorn
found this new sensation highly arousing, feeling Legolas’ touch as the Elf
covered him and conversely he felt truly naked and exposed. His exposure was like the lifting of a veil
and his only way of truly enjoying his contact with Legolas was to trust him,
to give himself up to the Elf. Rocking
his hips, the Elf began to rub his cock against Aragorn’s hip and suddenly the
ranger felt the solid heaviness of Legolas’ weight, centred and focussed on the
point the Elf had chosen.
Nathaniel
followed the changing expressions on Aragorn’s face, reading the extraordinary
gamut of feelings racing through his body.
Smiling, the librarian bent and parting the Elf’s buttocks, pushed his
tongue against Legolas’ ass, moving rapidly in short butterfly strokes. Legolas elicited a series of shuddering moans
and Aragorn reached between them to capture the Elf’s hard erection, to stroke
and pull at his penis, the ranger’s roughened fingers squeezing close the soft
pliant foreskin over the glistening head of his cock.
Legolas
didn’t know which sensation to concentrate on first, Aragorn’s excruciatingly
pleasurable pulses through his cock or Nathaniel’s unforgiving tongue against
his ass. While his mind wanted to try
and focus on both, the librarian had slicked his fingers with the amber
coloured oil and was rubbing against the Elf’s puckered skin, teasing it,
worrying at it but not penetrating it.
Legolas wanted
Nathaniel to breach him, to open him and stretch him fully; he needed
this. Lifting his body he swayed his
hips against Nathaniel’s touch, silently begging him to enter his raging hot
core. Raising himself up on all fours,
Legolas straddled Aragorn’s hips, leaning back onto Nathaniel’s fingers. Aragorn felt the wisp of contact from
Legolas’ hair against his nipples and groaned loudly.
“Nathaniel,
please…” Legolas begged, holding Aragorn’s gaze.
Sitting
back on his calves and with a gentle push, Nathaniel slowly screwed his index
finger into Legolas’ ass, following it with a second and gently moving inside
him. Instinctively, the Man reached for
his own cock, pulling at its length.
Aragorn
wasn’t idle either, as he propped himself up on his elbows to suckle the Elf’s
dark nipples and caress his cock and testes.
Legolas breathed in short hard gasps as he felt his imminent climax
swirling and gathering in his balls.
“I want you
inside me, Aragorn!” Legolas demanded, rasping out his order.
Aragorn let
go of the Elf’s shaft and cupped his buttocks underneath while Nathaniel held
the ranger’s cock upright.
“Lower yourself down slowly, Legolas,” Nathaniel coaxed, “gently
does it my friend.”
Legolas
rested his buttocks in Aragorn’s hands and the ranger felt as though he were
holding nothing more than the weight of a few feathers.
Gradually
Legolas filled himself with Aragorn’s already oiled cock, gently allowing his
length and girth to finally stretch him.
With a few adjusting movements, the Elf settled himself over the Man’s
dick, sheathing him fully. Aragorn
realised that he didn’t need to hold Legolas’ weight entirely and releasing one
hand, he clamped it around the Elf’s cock and pumped rapidly. Flexing his thighs, Legolas set up a fast
rhythm, sliding up and down on Aragorn’s shaft and as he felt his balls tighten
and his body stiffen, Legolas threw back his head and growled, his voice
eventually howling his orgasm with a deep throaty joyous yell.
At that,
Aragorn also came hard, deep inside Legolas, his cock pounding and throbbing to
release his semen. Nathaniel stopped
jerking off, he wanted a cock inside him to drive him to completion and now
he’d have to wait for the other two to recover.
The three collapsed and lay side by side, their lungs dragging in much
needed oxygen.
“Nathaniel,
you didn’t…”
“No, it’s okay, Aragorn, just don’t make me wait too long!”
“Legolas? Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you did I?” the ranger asked,
concerned at the Elf’s apparent stillness.
“No, it was
good, really good and I want to do it again,” Legolas grinned.
“All I can
say is that Elves must have incredible powers of recovery, I’m going be a while
yet.”
Laughing
softly, Legolas turned to look at Nathaniel, a wicked glint in his eyes. “What can I do? What do you want?”
“Whatever you
want, Legolas,” Nathaniel smiled.
“No, it’s
what you want,” the Elf insisted, running his fingers over the Man’s
chest.
“I want you
inside me, Legolas. Can you do that?”
“With all my heart, Nathaniel.” The Elf
spread Nathaniel’s legs, raising his hips with a pillow underneath his buttocks
then Legolas started to stroke his limp cock back to resplendent hardness.
Smiling,
Legolas leaned over Nathaniel and lifted his legs to rest on his
shoulders. “What about…?”
“No need,
I’m ready and waiting,” Nathaniel breathed.
“But you
said…”
“I know
what I said, now do as I said,” the Man smiled reassuringly. “I’m more than ready.”
With the
awkwardness of the uninitiated, Legolas tried to guide his penis into Nathaniel
and Aragorn was there to aid the Elf, grasping his newly erect cock and holding
it until Legolas could sink balls deep into Nathaniel’s ass. Hissing, the librarian rocked his hips
encouraging Legolas to thrust, which he did with gusto, thrusting forcefully
and as deeply as he could. Aragorn
matched the Elf’s speed and tempo as he stroked Nathaniel towards completion.
Legolas was
close to orgasm again and Nathaniel could see it in his eyes and feel it in his
body, as could Aragorn. The ranger
continued to stroke Nathaniel fast and hard and sinking his teeth into the
librarian’s neck, sparked his climax and the Man screamed as he came, his body
spasmed with pleasure and lust. Legolas
continued to pound into Nathaniel, exhilarated by his newfound strength and
power as he rushed headlong towards climax.
The revelation that the Elf now knew who he was and where his destiny
lay made the fucking of Nathaniel an act of liberation for him. As his climax welled up in his body and
exploded through his cock he crowed, “Yes!
This is me!”
After a
little while of resting together, limbs tangled and still, Legolas rose from
Nathaniel’s bed and dressed.
“Where are
you going?” Aragorn asked concerned.
“I must
return to my rooms, if my father found I’ve been somewhere else for most of the
night he would be angry with me and stop me going anywhere. I’d rather be careful for the time being. Can you understand that? I don’t want to leave, I’d much prefer to be
here with you,” the Elf said earnestly.
“We
understand,” Nathaniel assured the Elf, “but we’re sorry too.”
-o-
“Where have
you been?” Haldir demanded, glaring at Legolas.
“I’ve been
out,” he retorted.
“Well I
noticed that. You haven’t been in your
bed all night have you? What were you
doing all that while?”
“Nothing,”
Legolas said nonchalantly.
“You must
have been doing something. I’m
not stupid you know. We are the only
Elves here in Man’s stronghold besides Thranduil and while he is otherwise
engaged, I feel I have a duty to look after you.”
“I don’t
need looking after; I can take care of myself.
No one asked you to do this, Haldir.”
“Looks like
you’ve been taking care of somebody else,” Haldir said imperiously. “You reek of Man, Legolas. His scent is all over you!”
“So what?”
“So what? So what!
If your father finds out he’ll kill you.”
“No, he
won’t. Don’t be so dramatic,
Haldir. I’ve been making some decisions
of my own over the past twenty-four hours,” Legolas said, almost spitting the
words at the other Elf.
“Whatever
this decision is,” Haldir continued, “your father won’t agree to it, you know
that.”
“You know
nothing,” Legolas hissed.
“Maybe,
maybe not but you’d better take a bath.
You stink of
Narrowing
his eyes, Legolas grabbed a towel and strode to the bathroom, slamming the door
behind him. He was livid that Haldir had
spoken to him like that, he was a prince of Mirkwood after all and no one
should be that rude to him, even if Haldir was the emissary of
Lothlorien. The trouble was, Legolas knew Haldir was right. His father probably would kill him if he
knew.
-o-
Over the
next three weeks, Legolas spent as much time as possible with Aragorn and
Nathaniel. Though he wouldn’t admit it,
he did take note of what Haldir had said to him and he was careful not to give
any clue as to his whereabouts or his activities. Haldir was still suspicious though and one
day, as Legolas took a walk alone in the grounds of the castle while Aragorn
was in the conference and Nathaniel in the library, the other Elf cornered him.
“I know
what you’ve been up to Legolas; you’ve been spending time with Boromir haven’t
you?”
Legolas
nearly choked as he laughed out loud and in doing so, angered Haldir even more.
“So you
think it’s funny consorting with a Man such as he, the
Steward of Gondor, hot headed and hot tempered.
Are you completely mad?”
“Sounds
like you know rather a lot about this Boromir, Haldir? Is he that hot?” Legolas grinned suggestively and the other
Elf turned and swept away down the path, his blond hair flowing behind him.
Sniggering,
Legolas laughed again. Boromir? Boromir!
Oh dear, poor Haldir.
-o-
As Aragorn
and Legolas lay sated in Nathaniel’s bed, the Elf shifted and leaning on one
elbow looked at his lover.
“What is
it, Legolas? You look sad.”
“My father
is leaving for Mirkwood in two days. I
have to leave with him.”
“Oh, I’m
sorry to hear that although I have to tell you something as well. I’m leaving too; I have to move on to find my
friend Gandalf.
The news I have for him is urgent and I need to see him as soon as I
can.”
“What is
it, Aragorn? What’s troubling you?”
“I fear
evil grows again in the East. The
information I have gathered from the Great Conference just confirms my
suspicions. Soon the peoples of Middle
Earth will have to battle the dark forces again. I fear for our survival, Legolas,” Aragorn
said, his eyes full of concern.
“I will
come with you. I can fight and at least
we’ll be together.”
“No, Legolas
now isn’t the time but soon. Go back to
Mirkwood with your father and await news.”
“But…”
“No buts,
Legolas, I mean it. We’ll meet again, I
promise. I just don’t know when.”
They
touched foreheads, sharing the uncertainty of their fate. Four hours later, Legolas watched from the
castle keep as his lover walked away towards the lonely lands in the distance.
“I’m sorry
he had to leave,” Nathaniel said quietly.
“So am I,”
the Elf replied still watching Aragorn’s retreating figure.
“Can you
still see him?” the Man asked, intrigued.
“Yes, I
will be able to see him for a long time before he is truly gone.”
Nathaniel
touched Legolas’ arm and sighed. He felt
sure he wouldn’t see Aragorn in his bed ever again…
-o-
Nathaniel sat alone in the library.
Legolas and Aragorn had left to go their separate ways and the librarian
felt the loss of both very acutely. He
was glad that his friends had found each other and that their relationship
would flourish over time, no matter the challenges and constraints they might
encounter. He was pleased for them but
depressed for himself. Nathaniel knew he
hadn’t really ‘lost’ Aragorn, as the ranger had never truly been his to start
with. Their relationship was based on
one of mutual respect and understanding and it was also a convenience that
served them both equally well. Though
the ranger was an accepted, if infrequent fixture in his life, Nathaniel knew
Aragorn’s visits were fleeting and with the arrival of the Elf, the librarian
also knew that his relationship with the son of Arathorn would be profoundly
changed. He fervently wished he could have
the kind of connection to someone, anyone that Aragorn and Legolas had found
for themselves and by doing so, had left Nathaniel bereft.
Sighing, Nathaniel glanced at the window; it was now dark outside and he
felt his life closing in on him. Would
he ever find someone to love and who loved him truly? He doubted it somehow; he would always be
alone and now that Aragorn was gone he would have to accept it.
Just as he was putting the last book away on a shelf, Nathaniel heard the
door handle creak and looking over his shoulder, saw
someone pushing it open. As the visitor
stepped into the library, he pushed the door to but it didn’t quite connect in
the lock, remaining slightly ajar.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” Nathaniel asked, getting up from
his stool and approaching the stranger.
“I’m not sure,” came the reply, as the Man
planted his hands on his hips and looked around him. When his deep brown eyes met Nathaniel’s the
men gazed at each other and for a moment time stood still.
Keeping his eyes locked on the other man’s, Nathaniel took a step closer
until he was just inches away from the tall, lean stranger and reaching over
his shoulder, pushed the
door
closed. Their lips were inches apart and
their bodies vibrated at the close proximity.
Nathaniel knew at once that this man represented his future, his
destiny, he could almost smell it, taste it and see it and it was such a
profound and all-encompassing feeling that he wanted to shout it out.
“Who are you?” he asked, his voice trembling.
“My name is Mack,” the stranger said quietly, in awe of the man who
stood so close to him. “Got any books on
fishing?”
-o-
Over the
following six months, Legolas continued his archery practice and
swordsmanship. He no longer hid his
activities from his father and defiantly insisted that his training was
necessary because war would be upon them all in time. His father scoffed and felt that his son was
still too wayward in his behaviour.
Before
leaving for Lothlorien, Haldir had several run-ins with Legolas over his
behaviour at Castle Presbane but he would say nothing
about whom he had been with. As time
dragged by Legolas became more confident with his father and sometimes after
dinner they would play chess or talk. Thranduil
couldn’t fail to notice the change in his son, he was strong, articulate and
without Legolas knowing, he had watched his son become a skilled archer and his
ability with a sword was not to be underestimated. If Aragorn was right and the world balance of
power was about to change, his son would become his ambassador perhaps. Then again, he might instruct all the Elves
of Mirkwood to go into the West along with those of Rivendell and Lothlorien,
thus protecting them as their strength decreased. They would disappear from Middle Earth
entirely, their time over and eventually their history forgotten.
Legolas
turned back from the window and stared again at the back of his tutor’s head.
“I think
that’s enough for today, Master Bellamy,” Legolas said kindly.
“I wanted
to cover calculus this afternoon, Legolas,” the tutor whined.
“Well,
perhaps another time, for now I’ve had enough.
I’m tired and I think I’ll take a nap.
I also think it’s time you used your considerable knowledge and skills
on the younger Elves. Our sojourn
together is finished, Master Bellamy and I thank you
for your patience and fortitude.”
Aghast, the
tutor watched as Legolas got up and left the room. Six months ago the Elf would have probably
left in a fit of pique but now, he was self-assured and adamant. The tutor shook his head. Legolas was a force to be reckoned with, there was no doubt about that.
Legolas
strolled to his suite of rooms and threw himself on the bed. He was bored and frustrated. He wanted to travel the world, roam the Earth
with Aragorn. He wanted to be out there doing
it not in here reading about it.
Yawning, he closed his eyes.
Elves didn’t normally need much in the way of sleep but he’d got into
the habit having spent so much concentrated time with both Aragorn and
Nathaniel. He was always amazed at how
much they slept but when they did, he could at least look on their faces and
their bodies and enjoy the view.
Gradually he fell into a dreamless sleep and the later afternoon slid
into late evening.
As he
stirred he sensed someone in his room.
He was immediately up and had his arm around the intruder’s neck. He always carried the small knife Aragorn had
given him just before they’d parted at Castle Presbane
and he never took off the scabbard in which it rested. He slept with it, ate with and did everything
else with it still against his body.
“Who are
you and what do you want?” he demanded, his voice as strong as his grip.
“You, just
you,” the other voice replied quietly.
“Aragorn!” The Elf spun his captive around and stared
into his face. Even in the dark of his
room he could see it was his lover, returned to him.
“Yes, it’s
me.”
“What are
you doing here? How I’ve missed
you! Are you well? Tell me what you’ve been doing?”
“Hey, one
question at a time please,” Aragorn smiled, though there was a determination in
his eyes that Legolas could see but didn’t understand. “I’m here to see your father. I’ve missed you too. Yes, I’m well and I’ve been wandering Middle
Earth. Does that satisfy you?”
“Not
entirely but it will do for now.”
Legolas
flung his arms around his lover and kissed him hard, Aragorn responding with a
kiss of equal force.
“I can’t
stay for long, I have to go to Rivendell, to
Elrond. There are things that need to be
discussed, decisions to be made and I have to be there. I’m sorry.
A council has been called and I cannot delay.”
“When must
you go?”
“Tomorrow at first light.”
“No! I’ve waited so long to see you again. Please don’t go so soon.”
“I’m sorry
I have to. Remember what I told you,
about the evil rising in the East? It
has become the entity Sauron and he is gathering his forces. We have little enough time to prepare.”
“I will
come with you. I won’t be parted from you
again.”
“You can’t
come, you know too little of what we face.”
“Don’t
patronise me, Aragorn. I’m not a
baby. I’m strong and I can fight. I will fight at your side and follow you into
hell.”
“I’m afraid
you don’t realise the truth of what you’re saying, Legolas. It may come to that.”
“It’s true
I know little of the affairs of Middle Earth, except what you’ve told me but if
there is a threat to Mirkwood then I will defend it with my life, you must know
that.”
The Man
stared at the Elf, trying to process what he was saying. He loved Legolas and wanted to keep him safe
but he recognised the genuine tone of his lover’s words.
“I will
speak to your father and ask his permission for you to go to Rivendell,”
Aragorn said softly.
Pushing
away from Aragorn’s embrace, Legolas stood
The Man
blinked and saw the demeanour of the Elf, dignified and graceful. His face was set and his eyes flared in the
heat of the exchange. Nodding, Aragorn
took a step back and bowed.
“I will
await your company,” Aragorn said simply, knowing that the dynamic of their
relationship had changed forever. The
real power of the Elf was just becoming apparent and the Man was grateful for
its presence. Now they were equals.
-o-
The End
