By Another's Hand . NC17
Fandom: LOTR. Aragorn/Legolas Words: 1241 Disclaimer: Not mine, I wish. Feedback: Would love! Author's Notes: This is for Jas Masson who was my giftee for the A/L Ficathon! Hope you like! Summary: Aragorn has had no moment of peace for himself and Legolas aims to remedy that.
A peace radiated over the Golden Hall this night, all seemed at peace and none were willing to disturb this silence, it was a welcome calm that let many feel their real needs and emotions that they had neglected for a very long time.
Legolas rested outside the hall, his head lay back against the wooden wall, watching the moon hover in the sky, misty clouds making it blur and hide itself amongst the stars.
A barely noticeable creak of a door and he could smell the pipeweed that Aragorn would smoke when he sought a little break of freedom from his responsibilities and duties that now weighed heavy on his mind and body.
He heard him exhale and smiled to himself, he was easing out of the day, most likely preparing to go and join their companions and rest, the journey was not over, not by any means.
A light click of wood on stone as Legolas heard Aragorn set his pipe on the stone ground nearby. He remained silent and listened, often he would talk to the breeze, seeking either wisdom or consolation from it. This time he heard naught but a sigh from between his lips and a staggered breath.
His interest peaked, Legolas snuck to the corner and deftly looked around, catching sight of Aragorn running his hand lightly over top a slight bulge in his leggings.
Pulling back to mull this over, Legolas was quite amused, with all of the weight on his shoulders, needs of his body were now taking the forefront.
A smile graced his lips, he had a plan.
He would make the ranger relax entirely, no control would be his, and he would be forced to relax. Legolas smiled and set down his pack, quietly searching for what he would need.
Aragorn was absorbed in the gentle sparks that surged through him, his eyes were closed and he was quickly caught off guard as his eyes we covered and mouth gagged in one quick movement. He went to grab hold of who had disturbed him when a knee sternly pressed into his back and his arms were bound and quickly tied to an outreaching torch hook, which protruded from the wooden wall.
Panic fought with calm and as warm fingertips grazed his lips, “Brave ranger, but not brave enough to give in to your own needs.” He knew that voice...Why would Legolas do this, when had he seen him?
The same warm fingertips ran down his neck lightly, a shiver radiating from it, they skated down his chest, a warm hand coming to rest above his heart; Legolas smirked as he could feel Aragorn’s heart beating at the pace of a galloping horse. He wondered if it was from fear, shock or arousal.
He slid he fingers lightly around one of Aragorn’s already hardened nipples and smiled when Aragorn moved so slightly against his bonds. His hand ran lower, over Aragorn’s abdomen, feeling the muscle there tense.
The bulge in Aragorn’s leggings seemed to be seeking more attention and Legolas finally slid his hand down to rub against it. Aragorn let out an audible moan and Legolas watched as Aragorn’s knees buckled just a little and then quickly tried to support his body once more.
Legolas removed his hand and started working the ties at the top of Aragorn’s leggings. They would not give way, so Legolas slipped out a small dagger on the ranger’s belt and slid the cold metal blade up and against the ties and watched as they stretched and then the blade tore right through.
Aragorn had recoiled a bit when he heard the blade being drawn, Legolas gathered that fear might be starting to take over as the dominant feeling. Quickly he sheathed the blade, and Aragorn seemed to relax. Legolas slid down Aragorn’s leggings a bit and ran his fingers through some of the coarser hair that led down to Aragorn’s shaft.
He looked up at Aragorn’s face and watched as his head slumped forward and his lips seemed to be parted farther apart, as if he was trying to catch his breath.
Legolas smirked and let Aragorn’s leggings fall to the stone floor below. He let his fingers skirt loosely over Aragorn’s shaft, which grew harder under Legolas’ touch.
A low groan with an abrupt intake of breath was the only sign that Aragorn seemed to be enjoying it. However he was tensing even more now that his body was expecting a release and Legolas wanted him completely relaxed.
This was easily resolved.
Legolas stood and spoke to Aragorn, “If I remove your gag and blindfold will you remain quiet and co-operative?” Aragorn nodded and Legolas unbound his gag and removed the blindfold, the darkness of the blindfold really not different from the darkness of the night that surrounded them.
Legolas looked at Aragorn, “I am going to kiss you, you do anything to cause me difficulty, I shall leave you here to be found at morning.” Aragorn looked at his companion and while confused, nodded.
Legolas let his lips lightly touch Aragorn’s and he slipped his tongue out to lightly lick at Aragorn’s top lip. He pulled back and seeing Aragorn had closed his eyes, he closed the distance yet again and this time parted Aragorn’s lips and teeth and let his tongue tangle against Aragorn’s.
Legolas’ one hand snuck behind Aragorn’s head, while his other hand snuck down to between them and grasped Aragorn’s fully hardened shaft.
A quick intake of air and Aragorn’s eyes snapped open, his hips inadvertently bucked and his shaft was pushed into Legolas’ grip which only made him moan and delve back into another kiss.
Legolas ran his hands up and down on Aragorn’s shaft, also slowing to a torturous pace and squeezing slightly, making Aragorn try to writhe closer to him.
A bit of pre-cum dotted the tip of Aragorn’s shaft and Legolas let his finger slip down and gather the drop on the tip of his finger. Breaking the kiss with Aragorn, he licked it off, closing his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, Aragorn was staring at him intently and quickly captured Legolas’ lips in a deep kiss, while Legolas tightened his grip on Aragorn’s shaft and pumped him quickly as Aragorn would thrust against his hand.
Aragorn broke his kiss and gasped as his orgasm surged through him, streaks of cum hit the stone floor and Aragorn’s head came to rest on Legolas’ shoulder, his breathing fast and ragged.
Leaning the tired ranger back against the wall, Legolas took a bit of cloth he used as the gag and quickly cleaned up Aragorn and then himself. He laced up Aragorn’s leggings and checked himself, and then the man, over.
Reaching up he undid Aragorn’s bindings and nearly had to catch the man, he lightly let him sink to the floor and smiled as all signs of tension seemed to have left his face, instead he saw a peaceful ranger, near ready to sink into sleep. Legolas smiled to himself, he stretched himself out and then knelt down, helping the ranger to his feet and guiding them into the Golden Hall, hopefully to go and get some rest, now that he knew Aragorn would be able to rest, peacefully.