Hardly Head Strong Men

/* A.N: This is the seventh and final installment. I almost didn't bother writing it since I only got one review on the last chapter. . WARNING: This is the chapter with the serious slash, so if you're queasy about that sort of thing, get out now. I've been contemplating what to write next and I'll probably write a short Legolas x Haldir or Legolas x SomeOtherElf called Shag Tag, I got the idea from the Prozzak song. ^^;. But after that, I'm up for suggestions, so feel free to let me know, it doesn't necessarily have to be Lord of the Rings either, I know a fair share of anime and video games, so what ever happens to be the most in demand. ^^; Anywho, without further ado, the final, dirty chapter! */

/* Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and I don't profit from writing these stories, except maybe from the satisfaction of writing something other people might enjoy! Please don't sue me! */

Estel stands on the outer wall of the keep looking out on the mass of bodies in the valley before him. He is soaked to the bone with blood, dirt and rain water. The night had been horrible and so many times he was sure he would die. He had seen so many die, so much youth wasted, so much wisdom wasted. He shakes his head and turns his back on the rising sun and walks back to the inner keep.

A particular dwarf comes running up to catch up with him, "Aragorn! You still alive?!"

Estel turns and smiles broadly, "Barely. I see you have faired well. Who won?"

A dark expression crosses Gimli's face, "I do not know, I have not seen the elf for a few hours now. I was hoping he was with you."

Color leaps off of the king of men's face, "No, I haven't seen him in several hours, almost since the fighting began. We must find him!" Estel's heart pounded against his rib cage, he feel a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead already. He takes off towards the east on the wall and Gimli takes off towards the west.

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Estel, feeling quite distraught and anxious about his lover's fate, turned a corner close to the quarters that they were supposed to sleep in before and after the battle. So far none of the beds had been touched. He heaves a sigh and brings his head up hearing the THUD-THUD-THUD of large metal boots clanking on the floor.

Gimli, the dwarf came running around the corner with Legolas trotting close behind. The elf and Men's eyes met and the both stopped dead, shock and awe playing on their faces.

"Oh! Aragorn I found him… He was…" Gimli slowed to a stop and stopped his sentence as well, seeing the look on Estel's face. He glances over his should to Legolas. "Oh… Well, I'll be on my way then." He sauntered passed the man, and it was quite obvious he took off running away from the pair as soon as he rounded the corner.

"Estel… I…" Legolas can't tare his blue eyes away from the man's gray ones. He gives up on speech and they half run toward each other simultaneously.

The meet in the middle of the hall, crushing their bodies and lips together. Estel's left hand goes to the elf's hips and pulls against himself, his left hand going to behind Legolas' neck to crush his lips to his own. They sink to their knees, tears streaking their faces. The break gasping for breath, blood rushing, cheeks flushed, hearts pounding, everything else spinning.

"My God, Legolas, where did you get to, I was so worried. I thought I'd lost you before you were even mine to loose!" He rests his forehead against the elf's and looks into his eyes.

"When you were clearing the causeway, the force I was with had to fall back, that is when we were separated. We were redeployed on the other side of the keep." A ghost of a smile touches their lips as the kiss gently again, Estel's thumb softly caressing Legolas' high cheek bone.

"Perhaps we should find somewhere a wee bit more private to continue this conversation?" Estel gets up off his knees and holds out his hand to the help the elf.

A blush dusts itself high across the elf's cheekbones, "Ai, perhaps we should."

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Conveniently for the lovers, the have ducked into a sleeping chamber with a large bed. Estel silently closes the door and slips the lock into place. Legolas stands in the middle of the room with his black to the man as he glances around the rather large room. The king of men walks up behind the prince of Mirkwood and tenderly wraps his arms about his slender waist and kisses where his neck and shoulder meet. Legolas lets his head roll back and rest on Estel's shoulder.

"Estel… How I've longed for this. From that first night by the waterfall, I've wanted to be with you. I was cursing my lineage when I had to leave that night after telling you to wait. I was just so afraid that it was the wine speaking and not your heart." Legolas' frown could be heard in his voice.

Estel turns to elf to look him in the eye. He gingerly brushes his lips over the elf's, "And I've wanted to be with you since the crowded room, before you even saw me." The man's voice was low and husky with need. He pulled the elf tight against his body again and captured his mouth in a passionate kiss.

Legolas is caught a little off guard by the man's eagerness, but quickly catches up, opening his mouth to allow Estel's tongue to fervently massage his own. The elf groans low in his throat and leans against the man for support as his knee's give out. Estel's arms wrap around him supportively, gently, lovingly, then finally such an urgent need grabs them.

The man easily picks the elf up, not breaking their lip's contact and carries him to the bed. He softly lays him down and steps back to marvel at the ethereal creature's exquisiteness, "Beautiful…" Estel kneels one knee onto the bed then leans one hand on either side of the elf's head, careful not to lean on any of the golden strands, "You sure this is what you want?" Estel calms himself enough to think clearly for as long as need be, hoping it wouldn't be needed for long.

A coy smile spreads on the elf's lips, "Well, I don't know… Maybe you should show what you can do, then I'll decide?" He cocks his head to one side and smiles more broadly. He wraps his arms around the man's neck and pulls him down on top of him, he whispers in his ear, "In other words… yes, I want you. Perhaps now more then ever before."

The man groans and swings his lower body half on top of Legolas as he claims his neck in his mouth, sucking vigorously to make what is now his. His arousal quite apparent to the elf purposefully writhing against it and moaning in his ear.

Estel lifts himself up a bit off the elf, still sucking at Legolas' neck while tugging and undoing the elf's tunic, Legolas returning the favor. Estel breaks the contact and sits up and pull his undershirt off over his head to reveal tight, tanned flesh. Legolas moans just at the sight and fallows the man into his sitting position to try to draw that flesh against himself, but is stopped by the man removing Legolas' own upper body's clothing.

They lay back down, on their sides staring into each other's eyes for a few moments while trying to catch their breath, "I love you." The man admits, allowing a blush to spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

"And I, you, my lover." Legolas draws Estel into his arms for a passionate kiss. The suck at each other's lips and neck as hands explore the plains and contours of each other's upper bodies. Estel breaks the kiss and moves further down the elf's body, trailing kisses behind him. He moves from his lips, across his cheek, down his neck, along Legolas' flushed collar bone, and down over the skin pulled tight over his bicep until he reaches a nipple. He stops for a second to take stock of the situation before he begins to suck on the hardened nub and toying with the other in the fingertips of his left hand.

The elf arches up into this contact as he moans, just slightly louder then necessary. When the man is happy with his work, he continues ever further down between the muscled abs of Legolas' stomach, dipping his tongue in and out of his belly button. Legolas gasps at this new sensation, but it is ended all to quickly as Estel trails his tongue just under the top of the elf's pants. Legolas raises his hip off the bed, desperately wanting more.

Estel stops in his ministrations as he works at undoing the elf's leggings. Legolas sits up and begins to work on the man's as well. Finishing the job of undoing the elf's pants, he pushes him back to the bed with a rough kiss. The elf raises his hips up off the bed and Estel tugs his leggings off over his hips, he erection springing free of it's confines. The king of men tosses the offending material over his should and picks the elf up by his hips taking his organ into his mouth.

Legolas puts his hands on Estel's should for support as he head falls back and he moans deep from his throat. Estel swallows the elf to the hilt then slowly backs off again, licking in unhurried circles about his member. Legolas groans, letting his body relax completely holding off orgasm with all his will. The man notices this and so sets the elf back onto the bed and stands. Legolas whimpers at the loss of contact, but quickly notices that Estel is simply removing his own leggings. The man groans at the shock of cold on his member and quickly returns to the warmth of his lover.

The man's index and middle finger find there way into the cavernous warmth of Legolas' mouth. Estel stares wide eyes with his mouth partially open as Legolas eagerly sucks on his digits. They are quickly replaces by a jealous tongue and lips. Estel's hand positions itself between Legolas' legs at his entrance and the elf lets out a low, long moan in anticipation. The man's fingers gently push there way into the elf, who eagerly pushes back against then, groaning and throwing his head back against the pillows as he clutches blankets in his hands.

Estel monopolizes on the elf's exposed neck and kisses and sucks as he positions himself between the elf's legs. The man removes his finger and the elf whimpers at the loss and feeling of emptiness. Legolas spreads his legs further to accommodate Estel. The man pushes in slowly, as he watches the elf's face for any sign on pain. Legolas, frustrated with the slow pace, wraps his legs around Estel's hips and pulls him in to the base. The man barks slightly, holding back a scream.

They lay like that for several moments; the elf adjusting to the invasion, the man adjusting to the tightness and heat around him. They stare wide eyed at each other until the elf gingerly moves his hips and throws his head back in a deep moan. Estel's forehead falls just above the elf's shoulder as he begins with a slow rhythm, elfish and common blessings spilling from Legolas' lips as each tiny movement sends stars across his vision.

The pace quickens as the elf feels orgasm approaching, "Hurry lover… Hurry…" Legolas groans as Estel's hand snakes between their bodies and takes hold of the elf's pulsing member. Legolas screams at the sudden double pleasure, torn between thrusting into the hand and impaling himself on the man.

Estel sees the edge and begins to pump harder faster, loosing all control. The moan and gaps together, Legolas scratching at the man's back attempting to get a better hold as he spills over the edge of the abyss and into Estel's hand. Estel groans and comes inside his lover as his muscle clench about his organ.

They lay together, desperately seeking breath in the aftermath orgasm. Legolas is the first to recover and prod the man in the ribs, who twitches as he is tickled, "You have to get up, as much as I like you there, you're making it hard for me to breath."

Estel opens his eyes and looks down at his lover, kissing him tenderly before rolling off of him, "That was amazing…" He rolls onto his side to look at Legolas a large grin playing on his face and in his eyes.

The elf rolls onto his side as well to look at the man, a large smile also on his face, "I agree. We must find time for this in more places along our journey." His eyes slide shut and her wiggles closer to his lover, attempting to warm up.

Estel sits up for a moment to grab the spare blanket folded at the end of the bed to throw it over the both of them. He draw the delicate elf up and into his arms as his own eyes slide shut and they drift off into a very pleasant sleep.

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And so the lover's lived day to day, for each other, for the moments they could steal together. All of the world their garden for love to grow in. It is almost safe to say they lived happily ever after, save for the rest of the war of the ring, no perfection could be found in this world, but what they shared for the rest of their long lives, was as close as anything could get.

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/* A.N: Well, that's it. Happy ending and all. I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I did writing it! Don't forget to review with your opinion on who Legolas' lover should be for my next PWP as well as a couple for the next true story. Once again thanks for reading!*/