In which Legolas and Aragorn have sex. That is all.

Draws to a Close

Aragorn and Legolas were not alone on the pavilion.

Therefore, Aragorn's wind burned lips pecking Legolas's cheek did not go unseen. However, Frodo Baggins decided to give them the benefit of the doubt, and so he chalked it all up to an extra friendly greeting and remained motionless in the dark.

When the pair of lover descended into the gloom, Frodo was their shadow, trailing seamlessly behind them without a sound. He was not going to be careless this time around. He was going to behave diligently and play everything by ear. A regular spy of the Shire, his mission to uncover whether or not his two dear friends were indeed "cavorting."

And he was most certainly not going to sneeze.

They trekked for what felt like miles through the trees. The only sounds were the occasional titter from the elf or the king, the only light was that of the moon far overhead. After a long while of ambling, Frodo had developed a mind to turn and go back, for he was frightened by the perils of the woods at night, and despised the idea of a painful death at the hands of a woodland beast.

Just when he was about to throw hope to the wind, Legolas finally beckoned his king with a flick of his finger into a small ravine, in which rested a hot spring.

"Impossible," Aragorn breathed in awe as he took in the magnificent glowing water. "This is enchanted water."

"The elves used to know of many such blessed springs," Legolas explained as he threaded their fingers together. "There are few in existence now."

"This is the place?" Aragorn husked as he pressed himself closer to the elfin prince.

"Does it not meet your expectations?" Legolas murmured alluringly as he led the man towards the glittering spring.

"It is beyond my expectations," Aragorn sighed, "However, is it safe?"

Legolas released Aragorn's hand at the edge of the spring, leaving the king to watch as he ambled over to the opposite side.

"More than safe," the elf said silkily. "Some say it has romantic properties."

"What can I say?" Aragorn replied, his voice a gruff rumble. "You win, Legolas Greenleaf."

"Not yet," Legolas murmured. "Not until we are both completely satisfied."

Frodo gawked in awe as Legolas soundlessly removed all clothing which had blocked his upper body from view, revealing a smooth, alabaster plane of sparkling muscles. Aragorn followed in turn, flexing his abs, which resembled a braid of tightly knotted rope, as he stood before his lover shirtless.

The hobbit was unsure of what to do. He hadn't enough evidence to leap from his sparse covering of foliage and call them on all of their lies, but he dare not let them continue. His heart skipped a beat as Legolas reached to free himself of his leggings, when suddenly, two firm hands were against Frodo's back.

"Ah ha!" Gimli screamed as he shoved the hobbit into the open air, eliciting a baffled shriek from the smaller man. "Scared you, didn't I? Didn't I?"

Legolas and Aragorn stared at each other, petrified with shock and fear, and struggled desperately to speak.

"What are you two doing all the way out here?" Aragorn finally inquired shrilly, clearly more than furious.

"What am I doing out here?" Gimli chortled. "I followed this one out here."

He pointed one meaty finger at Frodo who remained motionless, and Gimli continued, "I saw him coming out into these woods, and figured I'd follow, give him a scare. Dwarves are known for their stealth."

"Frodo, you came all the way out here?" Legolas narrowed his eyes. "Alone? For what reason?"

"Fresh air?" peeped Frodo, fearing that he was caught.

"And Gimli you found him," Aragorn started, gesturing towards the trees, "just there?"

"He was just crouched down over yonder," Gimli shrugged, and Frodo stiffened. The dwarf clapped Frodo's shoulder, "A bit suspicious, old friend."

"Yes," Legolas ground out. "Funny how you keep turning up, Frodo. Wherever Aragorn and I are, in the middle of the night."

"Out here, in the gardens," Aragorn said slowly, piecing all of the mismatched facts together. "And it all started that day in the corridor, in front of Isildur's painting."

"Suspicious," Legolas intoned, a pang of worry speeding his heart rate.

"Very suspicious," Aragorn added.

"Am I missing something here?" Gimli chuckled in an attempt to diffuse the tension.

"Not at all," Aragorn forced a smile, shaking Gimli's shoulder fondly. "Why don't Legolas and I dress, and we'll all just head back to the castle. What say you, Legolas?"

They exchanged somber gazes and Legolas nodded sadly, "That's for the best."

The foursome meandered back to Minas Tirith in relative quiet, Frodo marching far ahead with the fiery eyes of a king and an elf on his back, and Gimli merrily offering tidbits of dwarf history to lighten the mood.

Legolas and Aragorn decided to sleep together in the king's chamber, however, for fear of waking Merry, they did not make love. And it was torturous.

"He knows!" cried Legolas bitterly, pacing back and forth across the throne room in fury. "Frodo obviously knows!"

"The evidence is substantial," admitted Aragorn from his place reclined in the king's chair. Legolas shrieked in ire.

"But what are we to do about it, my love?" Aragorn sighed. "We cannot approach him about it, for fear of giving away what he may not already know. And Frodo is innocent, Legolas, you know that. He isn't about to go running his mouth."

"I can't stand the idea of anybody knowing," Legolas snapped. "People are so unpredictable. Who knows what he'll say, even if it is accidental?"

"We're talking about Frodo," Aragorn rolled his eyes. "He's more honest than most."

Exhausted by his rigorous pacing, Legolas collapsed at Aragorn's feet, burying his face in his hands.

"This is horrible," the elf moaned, the sound muffled by his sleeves.

The king bent over to stroke Legolas's golden hair lovingly and purr, "Don't worry, darling. We'll take for of it. Right now you need to calm down; the fellowship will be here any minute."

Legolas collected himself just in time for Faramir and Gimli to wander in with broad smiles on their faces. The food was delivered shortly after as Faramir roused a fire in the hearth, and the three hobbits stumbled into the throne room momentarily.

"So then what did you do?" Merry was asking as the desserts were being devoured.

"What do you think I did?" Gimli roared drunkenly. "I grabbed my axe and chopped my way out of there."

The men around the table laughed heartily.

"That 's the last time I visit my great aunt Bertha," the dwarf pounded his fists against the table, much to the agreement of the others. Being among friends had lifted Legolas's spirits, and even he had to smile.

Beneath the table, the king and elf reached for each other's hands.

"I'm thinking that tomorrow we should all go for a ride," Pippin offered. "It's sort of become an end of the week tradition."

"Sure," Legolas said brightly. "That sounds like fun."

"Legolas," Faramir chuckled. "I would venture to say that in the past, you have seemed to most opposed to our morning rides."

"Why would I be opposed to spending time with my dearest friends?" Legolas raised his glass.

As they all toasted each other, Aragorn leaned in and whispered, "Also, this time around your ass won't be so sore."

"Hush," Legolas hissed as he struggled to keep his expression neutral, and Aragorn laughed quietly.

"My lord," exclaimed a sentry as he thundered into the throne room. "I have been asked to inform you that Gandalf the White has arrived. Our lookouts have spotted him, riding into Minas Tirith at the gate."

Aragorn leapt to his feet, "Gandalf? But he said he wasn't coming; he was caught up with the ents in Fangorn forest, and couldn't possibly leave."

"It appears his plans have changed!" cried Frodo with a bright smile on his face, and the rest of the fellowship cheered.

"We must go down and meet him at the gate!" Merry suggested.

"But, of course!" Faramir was already halfway to the door. "Let's go, with haste!"

The fellowship of the ring disappeared from the throne room and hurried towards the gate. All except the king and the elf, who lingered on.

"Come, let's go and meet Gandalf," Legolas said as he strode towards the door.

However, a strong hand on his wrist drew him up short, and he turned around to face Aragorn's heated gaze.

"What is it?" Legolas murmured.

"They're all gone," Aragorn murmured darkly, inching closer to the elf. "They won't be back for awhile."

Legolas's eyes widened and he moved to refuse but found he couldn't.

"Here?" the prince breathed, baffled and Aragorn's arm wrapped around his slim waist. "But—who wins the game, then?"

"We both win," Aragorn cooed, and a sly smile played at Legolas's lips. "What do you say?"

The elf barely had time to say "yes" before the king had scooped him up into strong arms and carried him to lie beside the fire.

Clumsy, fast moving hands, ripped Legolas's clothes from his shivering form, and once they had all been discarded, the elf sprawled out across the marble floor, his naked body illuminated by the blazes in the hearth. The elf watched as his lover struggled to remove his own pestering clothes, Aragorn's lust clouded brain finding it difficult to perform regular functions. The elf looked so delicious stretched out in all of his naked glory before him, and Aragorn couldn't wait to take what was his.

The king claimed the elf's waiting lips in a needy kiss, and their tongues desperately battled for dominance. Legolas's hands were clasped around Aragorn's neck, as the king pinched one of the elf's sensitive nipples, playing with the perked mount of flesh until Legolas moaned.

Smirking, Aragorn pulled himself away from Legolas's mouth, much to the elf's dismay, and slithered down to take the prince's second nipple between his teeth.

He bit down on the tender nub, and Legolas's hips jerked forward, begging for more. Oh, Aragorn planned to give him more.

An animalistic groan was ripped from the elf's throat as Aragorn ceased his ministrations, and next thing Legolas could register was a rough, hot tongue, licking sinfully up the other side of his erection.

Legolas screamed in ecstasy as the warmth of Aragorn's mouth swallowed his cock, and the sound went straight to the king's groin. Aragorn was exceptionally gifted at sucking the elf's length, however, he rarely offered to do so. Legolas's fingernails scraped against the marble floor until they found Aragorn's hair and embedded themselves in dark tresses. The king's cheeks hollowed as he pumped Legolas's cock. Sending him soaring towards the bliss of orgasm.

"I'm close," Legolas cried, and Aragorn suddenly stopped, peeling away to leave Legolas panting.

"As am I," Aragorn rumbled, their eyes connecting in a frenzy.

The king bent gracefully to suck Legolas's tongue into his mouth once more, forcing the elf to taste the tang of his own pre cum.

Once he stopped, Aragorn pressed his erection against that of his lover, and wrapped his massive hand around both of their shafts. As he pumped both of their rock hard cocks together, he rocked his hips against the elf, and cried out in pleasure.

His harmony was interrupted by Legolas's shout of, "Please, Aragorn."

The king opened his eyes and looked down in alarm to Legolas's darkened eyes.

"Do not tease me so," Legolas murmured in the elf tongue. "Fuck me."

Aragorn placed a needy kiss to Legolas's abdomen and muttered, "Lubrication."

"Don't need it," Legolas protested.

"But—"

"I want to feel you completely filling me," Legolas managed to say. "Do not prepare me for that."

This was all the encouragement Aragorn needed to line up his cock with the elf's familiar, puckered entrance, and thrust.

They both cried out as the king forced himself into his elfin lover to the hilt, and he stayed completely still, embedded in the prince until Legolas gave in the okay to move.

And move he did. Finding Legolas's sweet spot, he pounded feverishly into the elf, holding eye contact with the screaming elf for the entirety of the affair.

"Oh, Legolas!" croaked Aragorn in delight. "I love you."

"I love you," the elf repeated brokenly. "I'm close, Aragorn, I'm going to—"

With one last cry of his lover's name, Legolas went spiraling into his climax, and the twisted look of paradise that fixed itself to the elf's face was all it took for Aragorn to orgasm himself.

The king collapsed against Legolas's form, shimmering with perspiration. The pair of them held each other, panting, recovering from orgasmic bliss.

"Worth the wait?" Aragorn finally whispered, biting lightly on Legolas's delicately pointed ear.

"More than," the elf sighed. "I love you."

"I love you, too," answered Gondor's king. "Looks as though you are going to be sore on our ride tomorrow."

They were both faintly aware of a soft shuffling in the background, neither of them really noticing the smattering of footsteps which sounded from behind.

However, both pairs of eyes flew open at the sound of a horrified gasp, and the next thing they knew, they were face to face with Frodo Baggins.

(A/N): I know! I broke a pinky promise! Something came up and I hadn't time to put thought into AL sex yesterday! Don't send me to jail! Eeeeeep! Anyway the important thing is that my dirty mind did wake up this morning so I was able to post today, and I hope you all enjoyed my first attempt at writing lemons. There will be more soon! YAYYYY!