Rating: NC-17
Subject: VanityAngel and WhiteFairy
Told by : WhiteFairy
Disclaimer: The characters in this story does not belong to us, were inspired by those created by Tolkien, but their actions, their thoughts, their character, have been modified by us from the originals. They are very different from the original ... that if Tolkien saw them in this state would certainly be caught by a big headache ...
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Immediately after leaving the Golden Wood, as they descended the river in their white boats donated by elves, Aragorn had had a bad feeling. Something horrible was already in the air, chasing them away from them arms. Even Legolas had noticed and asked him not to stop, get down to the western shore. But he could not hear him, the rest was necessary, other members of the company needed a few hours of rest.
And then many things had happened in so little time.
She knew that Frodo had to vacate because it was not able to protect him. He had left to escape, railing against the Uruk-hai, fighting until the end of their tether.
Suddenly Boromir's horn, calling for help. When he had reached it was too late. He had found outstretched arms abandoned on the ground, staring into space while muttering his last words full of pain. He tried to take the Ring to Frodo, he was overwhelmed for a moment by the will of evil. Then he recovered, but it was too late, and give their lives trying to save Merry and Pippin, did not seem a sufficient ransom. He only had time to reassure him, before seeing off the life within him. He had bent down to kiss him on the forehead, say goodbye to that too little time had been a comrade in arms. "Rest in peace" had whispered.
Suddenly, the woods seemed colder, as if the frost of death had touched every tree around him. He bowed his head and remained silent, clenching his fists on the ground, barely conscious of footsteps slowly approaching that of Legolas and Gimli's distant cries that the latest killing orcs.
The elf had run as soon as he had freed himself from the enemies who assailed him. Had approached him and knelt down, laying a hand on his shoulder. He remained silent, just wanted to feel his presence, and that would be comforting. He watched her head bowed, his face hidden by hair.
had started to rain, Legolas had his arm around her, oblivious to the water's wet clothes and hair. Aragorn had bowed his head back, leaning on his shoulder, letting the tears finally came down her cheeks. He kept his eyes open, looking up, over the tops of the trees that rose into the sky gray and swollen with rain. Everything had seemed harder, at that time. Gandalf had died to save them, had given him companions, but he was not able to protect them. Frodo over all. Now even Boromir had fallen. Boromir, with whom he had just overcome mistrust and resentment.
Legolas's arms clasped around him more. Legolas. The image of Arwen comeback before his eyes. Arwen Imladris, which was to love and pined for him, unable to make a decision largest her. Arwen ... so far. Legolas was his reality now. Like war, death, grief, uncertainty.
"This mission is cursed, Legolas." He said, staring through the foliage of the trees that hung over them. "Or are we to be cursed." The elf did not reply, but had supported her temple to her, her breathing softly so close. Her cheeks wet, I wonder if tears or rain.
Gimli was approaching slowly, dragging behind him a large ax.
They had to move on. Naturally. Tracking the Uruk-hai to not abandon Merry and Pippin. They left immediately, the three hunters, heirs of three races so similar and different. Companions in those days lived on the edge of the forces.
One night, while he was on call, Legolas had approached.
"Do not you sleep?" asked him.
"I will not," replied the elf "And I'm not tired enough to sleep next to a Russian dwarf" he added with a wink. Then he smiled, surprised to still be able to do so, in those days so dark. Legolas had come up to kiss him. "Can I stay a little 'with you?" he asked. Without waiting for an answer kissed him again, holding in his arms, his hands slid under the fabric to seek the warmth of the skin.
he had always been to take the first watch. Also, Legolas had joined him. He was waiting for him, wishing that every moment was the last to hold. He needed those sweet moments and individuals that belonged to them alone. Clung to him, abandoning his arms, his lips. And the more she kissed him, more feelings of desire. Desperately. He wanted his body, his heart. She let go completely, kissing her white skin, hearing his moans muffled and subdued. In my heart was dreaming of his name and hear him whisper sweet words that have meaning only to them. He dreamed of his love, he needed it and I was afraid.
Aragorn went to the window, watching the mountainous landscape that stretched to the horizon. They found Gandalf, who had survived and, indeed, had become stronger. And Merry and Pippin had been saved. Maybe, who knows, one day he also met Frodo. Finally, in his heart was back hope.
After many nights spent outside, it was strange to be in a room so cozy. He had always been like that for him, even when he came to Imladris after long journeys, for some time felt uncomfortable.
Legolas would arrive shortly thereafter, he knew. It was held to exchange a few words with Gandalf after the brief meeting with King Theoden. When he was discharged from others, the elf had turned to look, just for a moment, but it was enough to communicate his thoughts. Would join him soon after.
They had come to Edoras early in the afternoon, and in those few hours were a lot of things happened. The King, newly freed from the curse, he held a long council. It seemed there was no need to debate never end. There was nothing easy to make decisions on which depended the lives of all the people of Rohan. He sighed. One day maybe he would be in the same situation.
When he entered the room, the first thought was to Legolas. He wanted to have him beside you in this room warm and cozy too. Alone at last, for a night away by evil, by the enemy in ambush. She needed him and his rare and precious smile, the warmth of his skin, his mouth, tenderness of his lips and his caresses. Emotions too often consumed in the dust and mud. He wanted love from those fresh linens and fragrant, to secure the palace walls.
Someone knocked at the door. Aragorn smiled, had arrived. Legolas entered the room smiling. His face was more relaxed, as if he had rested. The white skin slightly in contrast with the blue robe, her golden hair perfectly combed and left semisciolti shoulders. Joined him near the window. They stayed a few minutes to look out, exchanging a few words, then the elf put her in the middle of the room looking around.
"Even my room is so big," he said. He stopped beside the bed and turned toward him, remaining silent. Aragorn pulled away from the window and joined him. Remained standing and facing each other for a moment, almost embarrassed. They said nothing. There was nothing to say. The ranger took his face in his hands, placing his lips on her almost with fear. The elf closed his eyes, savoring the touch of soft lips that moved on the face, cheeks, going up towards the temples. She wrapped her arms around him, responding with passion to his ardent kisses. The man felt a sudden desire, an urgent need to feel his skin against hers. Almost without realizing it was found on the bed, lying on top of him, to strip completely. The elf closed his eyes, leaving him to do, without resistance, he opened them only when they felt detached from his body, and lay looking at him as he undressed in turn. Then he held out his hand still pulling on him, receiving him in her arms, her body against her warm and energized.
soon turned, reversing the positions, still searching for the contact between his lips, his eyes seemed to shine behind half-closed eyelids. He got up a little, putting the elbows for support and slid his lips along her neck and shoulders. Aragorn had closed eyes, completely surrendered to him, unable to react. Aware of the excitement increased every moment, while the body gave way to those caresses and kisses and burning more and more greedy.
lips slid along the body, the language seemed to leave a trail on the skin boiling, stirring the fire deep in the flesh. He felt himself tremble as he went down over the abdomen, groin, thighs, until you reach the center of his desire and wrap it and to welcome the pleasure hot mouth, sucking it slowly.
For a moment, holding his breath, clenching his teeth, trying to master the demands of his body. At every movement of the tongue elf pleasure grew supplanting reason.
He let his stomach turn, to hear him lie on his back, shivering, his hands slid along the arms, the lips that took possession of the neck, hard sex and wet crept between her thighs. She smiled as she felt her mouth go down the back, stopping occasionally to suck the skin as it looks for the flavor. His hands slid along the body until it reaches the sides. Then they went down again, opening slightly to allow the buttocks to the elf's tongue to caress the most delicate and secret, falling down while sinking to tease him a hand between her thighs. She opened her legs slightly to those offering more intimate and bold strokes. He could not suppress a groan, succumbing to the gentle but firm movements of the tongue, playing from the point that he would succeed, and prepare it with care. She felt overwhelmed by violent desire and hunger to be possessed by him at that moment, on that bed. "Please ..." said the voice coming out soon. He still needs your breath when it penetrated the elf with the tip of the thumb, sinking his finger for a long time, like to tease him further. Another groan, he had never felt so excited in his life. "Please ..." he said again "Please ... Take me ... do it now, Legolas."
He had to wait just a moment, then she heard the elf again lie on his back, the firm hand to keep him latch side. He held a groan of pain, feeling me inside him, pressed her fingers on the sheets, stiffening. Legolas was pushed into him in one shot, wrapping her arms. Then he stood still, to allow him to adjust to his intrusion, and while languidly kissed her neck and shoulders as if to relieve him. Soon began to move slowly, entering and leaving him with thrusts of the hips and light rhythm, with each blow he felt his body relax and surrender to the pleasure.
Legolas soon began to breathe harder, shaking hands on his arms, arching his back. Suddenly sank his teeth on his shoulder, moving faster and faster, pushing more deeply and almost violent, as he had lost all reason, and was moving along just the pleasure. Aragorn gritted his teeth, drowning in that sublime mixture of pain and pleasure. Then the elf stopped, almost suddenly, forcibly holding a big sigh. He was trembling. His lips grew sweet again and approached the ear.
"Sorry" he whispered, kissing the lobe "I've been doing wrong, right?".
The fugitive shook her head a little, but he could not speak, his companion had to start again move in giving him an immense pleasure, moaning and trying to suffocate in his hair helped to make him lose his reason. She felt him sink his teeth still on shoulder, this time closer to the base of the neck and in a manner mild, his jaw hard to refrain from tightening the strong bite and hurt him again. For some reason, it was to hear that refrain to excite even more. He wanted to tell him to let go, do not worry about him, he would have endured any pain just to feel completely satisfied. But could not, lost in pleasure at the point of not being able to speak, left to respond only with involuntary movements of the body controlled by instinct and pleasure. The panting of Legolas on his shoulder, his skin hot against my back, the blows of the pelvis pushing deeper and deeper. The long tapering fingers
closed on him by decision, the violent climax almost made him cry, as a liberation from anything too intense and strong. He let himself go in his hand while he felt inside him surrender to enjoy.
stood still, waiting for him to calm down the breath, eyes closed, the elf's body is still on and inside of him. Never had he felt such strong feelings before.
It was not long, Legolas stood up on his elbows kissing his neck.
"I want to feel you inside me now," she whispered.
Aragorn smiled to himself, thinking that perhaps the strength of the elves was different from that of men.
"Give me some time ... ah ... "He could not finish the sentence, the partner's hands were already going down the belly to stroke it maliciously. He felt again the burning desire, turned around and lay on him embracing his body burning. Legolas the immediately welcomed inside, throwing her head back, lips that unfolded in a sweet smile.
The sky was still dark, partly covered by light clouds.
Aragorn he awoke. She must not have much sleep, maybe he had just dozed off. He had lost all sense of time. He was lying supine on the bed, looking up to read his own thoughts, still incredulous at what had happened that night. Something different from everything that had happened before, something more profound and complete. Since he understood to be attracted to him, he had decided not to think. To live for the day, drawing from him the comfort he needed, convinced that nothing could have. What he had really wanted to be loved by him. On the one hand he had longed for, the other had always been afraid. Legolas was immortal, could not allow it to bind him. He was outstanding, divided among his greatest desire and the fear of getting it.
The elf was still hugging him, her eyes closed as if asleep. The head resting on his shoulder, his hands dropped on him. Lips just touching the neck, each breath a caress on the skin.
of a sudden moves, sliding his long fingers through his hair. The voice as a breath of wind. "What do you think my love?"
My love. Those words spoken so naturally seized the man by surprise. My love . His desire to reach.
Aragorn jumped up and sat down.
"Do not call me that."
"Why?"
"Please do not play with me, maybe I deserve it, but I can not stand it."
"Don't .. I'm not playing" the elf sat in turn, looking at him in disbelief.
"Love ..." repeated the man as if talking to same "Do not use this word lightly," he kept his eyes fixed on the sheets, she could not look into his eyes. The elf's
moved closer putting her hand on his arm.
"I never loved anyone before. But I know the meaning of this word. No I'm using it inappropriately."
"Legolas, we are different, I am mortal ..."
"And for this there can be no love between us?"
"No. It can not be there. Not the real thing. Because there may be only now, but when I begin to age, what would become?"
"I do not care if it will change your appearance, if that's what matters ..."
"And after my death? What would become of you?"
"I do not know ..."
"I know! E. .. do not want you to suffer."
"Yes, indeed, suffer. ... But you see I've thought long and hard, even if I were to break your heart, it would not matter, because I spent my whole life with you. An eternal life but empty, compared to a shorter but full of love. I understand the difference? " And her eyes sparkled as he spoke. As if in his own words would be able to see something wonderful.
But the lips of a wanderer bent in a bitter smile.
"One day I said something like Arwen, but did not know what he was talking about. When Elladan came close to dying, then began to understand, and it has very disturbed. "
The elf sighed and returned to lie on his back. He stayed a few minutes in silence, contemplating the design of the inlay on the ceiling, then began to speak firmly.
" Arwen had never experienced death before. I do. And you too. Did you think that tomorrow I could die-offs during the battle? "
" Legolas, please ... "
" For us, every day can be the last, whether or not we are mortal. The death plunges his hands every day among the soldiers deployed in the battlefield, and can take away any of us, at any time. Estel We are warriors, and we live with death. War makes us like it puts us in the same way in front of it. "
" Legolas ... is a different thing ... "
" I know. It is a different thing, and that's why I want it. And so I'd rather die, weeping love that gave meaning to my life, rather than falling in battle, shot from the gun of an enemy. Despite this, we can not know what your fate. "
The man returned to lie beside him.
" I ... I just want you should not suffer, "he said.
Legolas stroked her cheek with his fingertips. She looked at him seriously, behind blue eyes.
" What have you tried so far in me? Only comfort and pleasure? "
Aragorn shook his head imperceptibly swallowing, trying in vain to untie the knot that was forming in his throat. He closed his eyes and clung to him, curled against his chest.
"I love you .... I need you," he admitted. He could not lie to him, at that time. The elf
her arms around him, and his face lit up with a sweet smile.
"Then take my love" he whispered in her hair.
Chapter 12 Chapter 14
