Title: Stolen Night 1/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com
Pairings: Frodo/Faramir 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo and Sam are in Ithilian in need of some comfort and a break from
the ring. He is being held by the Captain of Gondor who is having a bit of
trouble dealing with the loss of his beloved brother and Frodo wishes to ease
his pain. It will be a stolen night that will change Frodo's life forever.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?
Warning: Comfort sex - graphic.
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask – I will most likely say yes! Thanks!
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Many of the references in the story line are movie related and there
are some movie quotes. Other than this… have fun! Special thanks to the sewer
bunnies who encourage my misbehavior when I inflicted this upon them… especially
Sue, Vic and Trish who became my cheering section!

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Installment One – A Heartfelt Loss

The sun was bright and hot on that October morning. But there was a cool breeze
that made the air crisp and clean. Frodo looked out upon the party field below
Bag End, enjoying the peace of the sunrise.  The ache in his shoulder was
finally dissipating after weeks of torture.  Sam joined him on the stoop handing
him a cup of tea with a smile.

“Thank you Sam. Beautiful morning.”

“That it is Mr. Frodo, that it is. You must be feeling better today, this is the
first time you’ve been out of your bed in weeks.” Sam said looking on his friend
who was lost in his own thoughts.  

“I am Sam.” Frodo replied. He handed the teacup back to Sam and started walking
down the front path. “ I think I’m going to take a walk, clear my head.”

“Wait a moment and I’ll go with you…”

“No Sam, I need some time to myself” Frodo said with a smile as walked through
the gate. “Don’t worry Sam, I’ll be alright.” Sam stood watching Frodo walk
away, concern about his dear friend still etched on his face.

Frodo made his way through the paths of Hobbiton. Friends would wave and smile
as he passed; yet none came too close.  Their reverence for his great deeds in
the past and the fear of the evil that still vexed him made them keep their
distance.  

Following the small path into the woods, Frodo found himself in his childhood
haunts.  Memories of pretend adventures, battling evil forces made him smile
until they turned onto the paths of his real quest, the real battle. Finding a
quiet spot he sat back against a tree and closed his eyes.  

Trying to focus on happier times his mind kept turning back to the quest, the
destruction of the one ring. Of all those friends who helped him and the people
he had met and befriended. Sam and Rosie lived at Bag End with him and he saw
Merry and Pippin as they often visited him. Aragorn and Arwen.  He smiled
thinking of the King and Queen realizing it had been so long since he had seen
them last. And Gandalf, when was it that he last saw this dearest of friends. Or
Legolas and Gimli. He chuckled knowing that they were wandering the depths and
breaths of Middle Earth, teaching each other of the wonders to be found. King
Eomer and the people of Rohan. The White Lady of Rohan, Eowyn and Faramir. 

Faramir.

When his thoughts came to Faramir, he paused. The smile on his face shone more
brightly thinking of this gentle soul who would give life and limb to protect
his land, his people and even those he hardly knew. For the first time in years
he allowed himself to wander back to that night… that night and Faramir.

He was tired, exhausted really. Tossing and turning he could not sleep. He and
Sam had been traveling for what seemed like forever. Following Gollum over rocks
and swamps… “Forget the swamps,” he muttered to himself, unwilling to remember
that which he saw there. But that was days ago and in Ithilien the Captain of
Gondor bound him in a sort of custody. Faramir, the brother of Boromir. Frodo
had tried not to stare at him when they first met.  The resemblance was
striking, the strong jaw and dark eyes. 

Yet Faramir was different, he could sense it immediately.  It was almost as if
they were two sides of a coin, together yet apart. There was gentleness in
Faramir yet he brokered no resistance to his command.  His men had been fighting
this war far longer than Frodo had even known of its existence and Frodo would
not disparage him anything.

Faramir had questioned him specifically regarding his brother and where was he,
when did they last see him.  Frodo could not tell him all as much as he had
wanted to not wishing to bring despair to the newly met friend and ally. The
horror of realization that Boromir had been overcome by the dark power of the
ring was too frightening a message to pass on to a man who seemed to already
sense something far worse had occurred. 

Frodo looked to Sam who was snoring quite loudly even though he had promised to
stand guard over Frodo while he slept.  Exhaustion was too heavy a burden to
fight.

Slipping from his bed, he left behind his coat, the ring tucked safely in the
pocket next to Sam. He made his way to the front of the cave. The guards
watching him cautiously, ready to pounce should he decide to make a false move.
They allowed him to move out to the path and into the night air. He breathed in
deeply sighing and wishing to be off home. He looked out over the forest in the
midnight velvet light. Listening for birds or the chatter of crickets he heard
none.  All was silent except for the occasionally sleepy snort of Gollum.
Gollum. What of him, Frodo thought. A sense of dread filled him yet Gandalf’s
words came back to him in the darkness. “Some part to play for good or evil” he
had said. 

“What will it be Gollum” Frodo whispered into the darkness only to be answered
with a grumble, snore “Gollum” from the sleeping creature.

Frodo was looking up at the dark sky and the stars that hung there between the
dark clouds emanating from nearby Mordor when he heard the sound. Soft and
quiet, yet it was there. He stood still listening, trying to discern what the
sound was when he realized that someone was crying.  He moved toward the sound
wanting to comfort the person who spilled their sorrow into the dark night. He
came to a small clearing and there in the moonlight was Faramir. Sitting on the
ground with his face in his hands. Soft sobs shook his shoulders as he cried.
Frodo, not wanting to disturb or embarrass him by his presence turned to leave.

“Wait… Don’t go. Please” a rough whisper called to him. Turning back he saw
Faramir looking at him.  His eyes were swollen with tears that still spilled
down his face. He had reached out a hand toward Frodo.

“I’m sorry” Frodo muttered, “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I couldn’t sleep and
I heard crying and wanted to know who it might be…”

“No, you didn’t disturb me,” Faramir said as wiped the tears from his face. 

“May I ask what it is that makes you cry?”

Faramir gazed at Frodo for a moment before replying. “My brother is dead.” With
those words he hung his head down again.

Frodo winced a little at this. “Why do you say this? Neither I nor Sam brought
you such news.”

“I know it as I know my own heart. I feel he has left this world for the next
and I could do nothing to save him.” Faramir looked at his hands. “There was
something more. You know something that you are not telling me.”

“I know nothing my Lord.” Frodo replied a bit too quickly.

“Humph. Makes no matter, for what could it do to bring him back.” A shudder ran
through Faramir’s body that brought Frodo to his side. “It should have been... I
mean... I was supposed to have gone to...” Sobs racked his body again and the
tears continued to flow.

Frodo moved forward and knelt beside Faramir taking him in his arms. Faramir
once again over come with grief and guilt held onto Frodo burying his face in
Frodo shoulder weeping. Frodo slowly rested his cheek on Faramir’s head
whispering soft words of comfort. They held onto each other until Faramir’s
tears subsided. Yet neither let go of the other, not willing to release the
comfort they found in each other’s arms. Frodo relished the feeling of comfort
just being held in Faramir’s arms.  Running his hands over Faramir’s back and
arms, Frodo’s whispered tidings of compassion were like song to Faramir’s heart. 

“Thank you for this,” Faramir whispered in Frodo’s ear as he sat up. Gazing at
the young hobbit’s face he ran the back of his knuckles along Frodo’s cheek. “So
loving, so beautiful” Faramir breathed quietly. 

At the touch Frodo felt a slowly building fire in his belly he had not
experienced for what seemed like an age. A longing desire to forget all else
fell over him as he looked into the dark eyes of the man in his arms. Leaning
forward he brushed his lips against Faramir’s mouth. “My pleasure my lord” he
sighed. 

The soft kiss felt like quick silver and Faramir answered back with a kiss of
his own. “No, the pleasure is all mine.”  He cupped Frodo’s face in his hands
and kissed him again. Tracing Frodo’s lips with his own Faramir gently pushed
his tongue into Frodo’s mouth, who accepted it with a small gasp. His hands
wandering over his shoulders he took hold of his collar and pulled him closer. 

Frodo’s head was swimming in sensations he so missed. All he knew was that he
wanted this, wanted this so badly. Honey sweet in his mouth, Faramir’s tongue
searched and he answered. The kiss becoming deeper and more passionate as their
tongues met. 
Pressing forward his hands moved over Faramir’s chest grasping at the tunic he
wore, holding on tightly for fear of swooning. Faramir sat back and took Frodo’s
hands in his own.

“You’re trembling.” Frodo so overcome by the craving building within could only
nod. Faramir brushed an errant curl back from Frodo face then tracing down the
line of his neck.  

“Let us do this together,” Faramir said as he took Frodo’s hands to the base of
his tunic and together they pulled it up over his head, tossing it to the side.
Frodo stretched out his hand hesitantly to touch the smooth skin of Faramir’s
shoulders while Faramir began to unbutton Frodo’s shirt, pushing it down over
his arms. Frodo was lost in feelings that threatened to over come him let his
body carry him forward to taste that shoulder. 

Faramir having released all the buttons of Frodo’s shirt pushed it down over his
arms baring the smooth soft chest of the hobbit. Frodo looked up at him and he
began to kiss Frodo more deeply, passionately, pushing him down onto the soft
grass bending over Frodo’s shivering form. Frodo moaned then giggled softly as
Faramir traced his jaw with his tongue moving down to his neck. The touch of his
beard on his skin sent shivers of delight throughout his body. Faramir continued
on his path lower coming to his nipples. He licked at them voraciously, nipping
at the hardened peaks. Frodo’s breath caught in his throat, as he was being
pulled further and further into a swirling pool of sensual bliss. Every touch
brought a new shock, a deepening desire to fulfill. Faramir stroking Frodo’s
chest began to move them lower along his sides to his hips, then found the
straining bulge at the apex of his legs. Frodo moaned breathlessly as his hand
pressed down on his growing erection.

Frodo’s hands running along Faramir’s spine came to the edge of his breeches. He
slipped his hand under the waistband and cupped the firm buttocks he found there
bringing a smile to Faramir’s face. Then sliding his hand around the front he
started to pull on the lacings there.

Faramir began fumbling at the buttons on Frodo’s trousers wishing to find the
hot flesh growing within. Having accomplished this he moved so that he was
kneeling between Frodo’s spread feet looking up at his face. Frodo could not
hide the feelings he was experiencing and Faramir was warmed all the more by the
look of desire in Frodo’s eyes. Yet he hesitated, afraid of going forward even
though Frodo had not resisted his touch. 

Frodo’s breath having become ragged with emotion sensed this and propping
himself on one elbow and reached out a hand to Faramir. “Please,” his voice
filled with want. 

“So small…’ Faramir mumbled, “I… I don’t wish to hurt you.” 

His eyes lit up and Frodo smiled “Hobbits may be small but we are far more
resilient than you know. And I know you would never hurt me. Now please… don’t
stop.”

Reassured by his words Faramir grasped the waistband of Frodo’s trousers and
pulled them down over his legs freeing his hardened loins. A wicked grin came to
his face as he gazed at Frodo. “Well, not so small after all,” he said making
Frodo giggle as he lay back on the grass. Pulling at the laces of his breeches
Faramir freed himself of the last of his own clothes as Frodo watched and felt
the growing heat within his loins at the sight of the warrior’s firm muscular
body. 

Running his hands up the outside of his legs Faramir moved up over Frodo’s body
taking Frodo’s hand in his own, and pinning it to the ground above his head.
Carefully he positioned himself over Frodo and began to press his hips against
Frodo’s taught loins. This brought waves of pleasure to Frodo with every slight
motion. Frodo arched his back slightly to meet his hips and the movement. 

With his free hand he teased and twisted Frodo’s nipples eliciting gasps of
delight. Frodo taking Faramir’s hand brought it to his mouth sucking on the tips
of each one. Faramir gazed down into Frodo’s deep blue eyes and felt emotions he
had not thought possible. He began to kiss Frodo’s face and neck, leaving to
inch of flesh untouched as he moved ever lower down his body.  Down his chest
and stomach coming to the soft line of hair above his throbbing member.  Frodo
held Faramir’s head in his hands gently reveling in every glance of his lips,
flick of his tongue on his body.  Frodo sighed with the building hunger of his
body feeling every hair on his body stand on end as Faramir lightly traced a
line down his inner thighs.

Faramir took Frodo in his hand and sent his blood coursing through his own body
at a fevered pitch.  Moving his hand over the shaft he tightened his grasp and
moved his hand firmly up toward the tip. Bending down he teased the tip with his
tongue, tracing every widening circle from the center. Frodo unable to bear the
sensations brought a hand up to his mouth in a feeble attempt to keep from
crying out.  Faramir, encouraged by Frodo’s response continued to lick the
delectable flesh before him.  Bringing shivers to Frodo he softly blew across
the head of Frodo’s erection causing him to writhe and raise his hips toward
Faramir’s eager lips.  Taking him fully into his mouth his began to suck deeply. 
Occasionally teasing the shaft with his teeth.  Raising his hips off the ground
Faramir took him deeper into his mouth, his tongue swirling against the length.  

Frodo could no longer control his reactions. His mind was swimming in a
glistening pool of arousing liberation.  With one hand placed on Faramir’s head,
the other moved to his own chest, rubbing at his nipples in rhythm with
Faramir’s motions.  Not willing to let it end yet unable to fight the building
hunger for release.  Faramir worked feverishly over Frodo lapping covetously at
the throbbing flesh when he tasted the first small burst of Frodo’s climax.

Frodo cried out as his final release exploded into Faramir’s mouth, who drank it
in as a man dieing of thirst. The motions of his swallowing caused continuing
shudders of electric delight to shoot through his body. Spent he fell back to
the earth on clouds of liquid light.  

Faramir moved to lie next to him and took him into his arms, pulling him close.
Frodo resting his head on Faramir’s shoulder entwined his legs with his. The
stayed in their lovers embrace as their breathing slowed. Frodo looked up to
Faramir’s face and saw the smile of contentment there.  Meeting his look Faramir
whispered, “I have a secret.”

Frodo smiled as asked quietly “do tell?”

“I’m in love with a hobbit, but ssshh, don’t tell anyone,” he said with a light
crystal laugh and made Frodo smile all the more and laugh in response.

“Hhmm… I too have a secret,” replied Frodo. “It’s about the Captain of Gondor.”
Glancing from side to side he winked and whispered, “I love him.” Both men
giggled at the play of words yet as they gazed into each other eyes and found
only truth there. 

“Frodo, I never expected this. I cannot thank you enough”

“As I told you before,” Frodo said running a finger over Faramir’s chest “it was
my pleasure. And soon it will be yours as well, for we are not through here.”

TBC - BU

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You draw far too much attention to yourself, Mr Underhill ~ Strider


Title: Stolen Night 2/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com
Pairings: Frodo/Faramir 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo and Faramir continue to find peace in each other’s arms in the
forest of Ithilien. But the night will not last forever. 
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?
Warning: Graphic sex. Consensual Submission.  And Frodo plays games… who knew?
Archiving: Other than The Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask – I’ll most likely say yes! Thanks!
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Some movie lines may be used. Other than this… have fun!  They are!

Installment Two – Blind Man’s Bluff

Their troubles forgotten for a short time the two lay silently for a while
locked in each other’s arms. Frodo wanted nothing more than to stay that way,
forever, but noticed that Faramir seemed to be pulled away from their bliss. A
cloud passed over his face as he rolled onto his side, presenting his back to
Frodo. Confused and somewhat hurt Frodo pushed himself up to his knees and
leaning over Faramir looked into the face of a man, still dealing with
tremendous grief.  "I am truly sorry about Boromir," Frodo whispered softly,
laying his head on Faramir’s shoulder.  

"It’s not that," he replied turning back to look up into Frodo’s face, a tear
running down his cheek.  "There is nothing I could have done for Boromir. He and
my father were determined that he should be the one to go to Imladris. It was
his fate and I cannot change that now."  He sighed and shudder passed through
his body. Frodo held him closer, running his hand along Faramir’s shoulders in
an effort to comfort and warm him. 

 "That is not why I’m upset now though," he said gazing into Frodo’s deep
crystal blue eyes. "I weep at the thought of losing you as well. I can’t explain
it. We only met a short time ago yet I feel connected to you in a way I have
never felt with another. You must think me mad."

"No, no never mad. For I too feel that connection. Odd. I’ve had many a friend
in my life yet nothing touches this. I too mourn the immanent loss of our
newfound friendship. I fear I will not survive the quest I find myself in. I
cannot bear to think of losing you. But our lives are no longer our own. We must
play the cards we have been dealt, whether we wish it or not." Frodo seemed to
be at a loss and Faramir, sitting up pulled him into his arms. Clinging tightly
to one and other, an odd peace fell over them. 

"Faramir?"

"Yes Frodo?"

"We still have tonight," he said as he looked up into Faramir’s dark eyes. His
sweet smile ignited a passion that stirred anew as they began to kiss, lightly
at first then deeper. Faramir held Frodo’s face in his hands, covering it with
soft kisses. Pulling closer to each other Faramir’s hands roamed over Frodo’s
body bringing shivers of delight tingling down his spine.

Wanting to please Faramir as much as he had done for him, Frodo moved to his
neck, his tongue licking the hollow at its base.  Trailing his fingers through
the soft hair around his nipples, Faramir gasped breathlessly at the sensation
bringing a smile to Frodo’s face. He moved to the hardening peaks and playfully
nipped at them.  Faramir ran his hand through Frodo’s hair and allowed himself
to let go of the darkness that held him and revel in the new joy building in his
soul and body. Kissing Faramir’s chest Frodo pushed against him, forcing him
back into the soft grass.  Then unable to help himself, Frodo began to giggle at
the wicked thought that had popped into his mind.

"What?" laughed Faramir, Frodo giggle immediately infecting his mood.

Giggling all the more, Frodo jumped up all of a sudden and out of Faramir’s
grasp. "Wait!" he exclaimed as he dashed over to his discarded pants.  Faramir
sat up and laughed as he watched Frodo dig through his pants pockets, wondering
just what the hobbit was up to. Frodo stood and turned back towards him,
concealing something in his hands behind his back. "Do you trust me?" he asked,
a devilish grin lighting up his face.

"What are you doing?" he asked and Frodo only laughed.

"Do you trust me?"

Faramir hesitated, for only a second "Yes." Frodo began slowly walking back
toward him, the grin moving into a languid smile. Standing beside Faramir his
grin turning into a genuine smile of love as Faramir ran a hand up one of his
legs

"Do you trust me?" he asked again quietly.

"Oh, yes" he breathed, all hesitancy gone. "I trust you dear Frodo."

With his answer, Frodo lightly stepped over the Faramir’s prone legs and knelt
down, straddling his knees. Faramir laughed again saying, "Now tell me… What
have you got behind your back sir?"  He reached out and grabbed Frodo by the
hips and pulled him closer.

Frodo laughing squirmed yet kept his hands behind his back. He asked one more
time "Do you trust me?"

"Yes!’ Faramir exclaimed.

 "Close your eyes then," he said.

"What are you…" Faramir laughed shaking his head slightly. At seeing the light
in Frodo’s eyes, a bright smile crossed his bearded chin, "All right my love,
I’ll play along." as he complied with the request and closed his eyes.

"No peeking" Frodo snickered.

"No peeking," Faramir repeated.

With his eye’s closed Frodo giggled lightly as he produced the handkerchief he
had stashed away in one of his hands and quickly blindfolded Faramir.

"What…?"

"Do you trust me?" Frodo asked one more time.

"Yes" came Faramir’s answer with a tremor of delight dancing in his voice. Frodo
smiled and bending over began to kiss his lips, softly.  His tongue flicking at
their sweetness. Pressing closer to him their kiss became deeper as Frodo pushed
his tongue into his mouth and Faramir back down into the grass. Now straddling
his waist, Frodo could feel his hardening manhood against his buttocks. His own
erection began to grow more taught and arching his back began sliding his firm
testicles against Faramir’s belly.

Blindly Faramir reached out for Frodo running his hands along his arms and back
sending electrical shivers throughout Frodo’s body.  The blanketed loss of sight
on that already dark night heightened his awareness of every touch, every scent.
Drawing in a deep breath he allowed himself to just feel and experience all that
Frodo offered him.

Moving down Faramir’s chin to his neck he set a trail in the thick stubble of
his beard, as his hand traced circles over the soft hair on his chest moving
even lower to his belly.  Licking at the hollow of his neck Frodo teased
Faramir’s hardening nipples, twisting and tweaking invoking a light gasp with
each movement.  His tongue followed the ridge of his collarbone to his
shoulders, leaving tingling sparks shifting throughout Faramir’s body as he
teasingly bit the skin along the path.

Faramir moaned with his growing ardor, a fine sweat breaking upon his skin.
Frodo relished every salty taste as his mouth moved along the firm muscles of
his chest. 

"Frodo…" Faramir murmured tossing his head from side to side unable to find the
words. His mind was screaming for more.

Frodo moved quickly and shifted his position to Faramir’s side as he bent over
his belly lapping up the mixture of their sweat. Grasping for some part of
Frodo’s body, Faramir found hold on one of his legs. Wrapping his arm around to
the inner side of his leg his hand traveled upward cupping one of his cheeks,
which he gave a sharp slap. Frodo gasped and they both started laughing.  

"So that’s the way of it then?" Frodo queried moving his hand quickly and firmly
to Faramir’s manhood shocking Faramir enough that he cried out.

"Frodo! Aaaww… Frodo… I don’t care… just… just don’t stop!" Faramir replied half
laughing half panting.

Bending his attention to Faramir’s throbbing shaft, Frodo moved his hand
skillfully up and down firmly, twisting slightly along the way which brought
racking sobs of excitement from his willing partner.  

Faramir moved his hand along Frodo’s backside, sliding it along his inner thigh
and finding hold along his testis.  Squeezing gently yet firmly eliciting moans
from Frodo.  His other hand reaching up above his head found hold on the base of
a small tree. He continued to massage the found treasure between Frodo’s legs as
Frodo took Faramir fully into his mouth.  Faramir felt the world melt around
him.  He spread his legs apart giving Frodo more room and access. Frodo sucked
hard drawing upward toward the tip, teasing the shaft with his teeth, moving his
hands around the base in a circular motion.  He repeated the motion over and
over.

Faramir whimpered out pleas of desire, pleading for Frodo to go on, never stop. 
His head was swimming in a fog of pleasure. Not wanting the burning desire in
his loins to end yet wanting to embrace the quicksilver lightning of release. 
He held onto the small tree for dear life fearing he would lose his sanity with
every moment.

Then Frodo stopped.

Stopped dead, releasing all hold and touch from Faramir’s body.

"No!" cried Faramir reeling, losing his grasp on Frodo and grabbing for the
sweet grass at his side. "You torture me thus?"

"That was the plan my love," Frodo replied in a voice husky from passion. 
Panting he turned to look toward Faramir’s face. "Do you trust me?" 

"Yes! Please Frodo… I cannot bear it… sweet angel… deliver me!" rasped Faramir
between panting breaths.

With a smile Frodo rapidly straddled Faramir’s chest, his face inches from the
tip of Faramir’s throbbing manhood. He blew a soft warm breath across its tip
sending shudders of torment through out Faramir. He took hold of Frodo’s legs
and arching his back raised his hips so his tip grazed Frodo’s lips. This only
served to heighten the exquisite agony running through his body. Falling back to
the ground with a thud and cry of anguish.  Frodo lightly blew a breath against
the rigid shaft then licked once, twice.  Running his hands down Faramir’s inner
thighs drew a building moan from deep within Faramir’s chest.   

With no warning he again took Faramir into his mouth fully. Warm and wet Faramir
bucked against the shockwave of sensation and brought his hips up driving his
member deeper into Frodo’s mouth.  His tongue lapping against the sides and
driving him further into a passionate madness.  Frodo wrapped his arms around
Faramir’s hips pulling him upward with each of Faramir’s thrusts as his own
hardened shaft rubbed against Faramir’s belly in a delicious friction sending
him ever onward. They moved in a fevered pitch, craving, longing, their bodies
glistening in the moonlight.  

Faramir let loose a guttural cry with his explosive release into his mouth just
as Frodo’s own release spilled out warm over Faramir’s abdomen. Convulsions of
delight spread through out their bodies as Frodo drank in the last of his sweet
elixir.  Lapping up the sides of the now softening erection his strength gave
way and he slowly lowered himself off of Faramir lying on his side in the grass
beside his lover.

Faramir’s hands wandered to his stomach and the seed spilled there. Bringing his
hand up to his mouth he licked at the warm liquid delighting in it honeyed
flavor.  Pulling at the blindfold he freed his eyes and looked up at the night
sky now tinged gray with the coming dawn.  Slowly he moved up along behind Frodo
taking him into his arms, legs entwined they spooned and slept in peaceful
repose until the sun’s first light woke them and stole away their stolen night.

TBC ~ BU


Title: Stolen Night 3/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Faramir implied, the beginning of Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: PG13
Summary: The War of the Ring is over and Frodo is now in Minas Tirith. He’s been
jilted by Faramir who will wed Eowyn the next day. Still recovering from his
ordeal he finds only loneliness as the one he held dear to his heart belongs to
another. Yet hope remains.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?
Warning: Angst Angst Angst
Archiving: Other than The Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask – I’ll most likely say yes! Thanks!
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Much of the references in the story line are movie related and there
are some movie quotes.  Have you hugged a hobbit today?


Installment 3 – Disappointment 

Sitting in the woods of the Shire, Frodo’s mind wandered back to that morning in
Ithilien. When the sun rose they parted ways. Frodo truly believed he would
never again see Faramir and locked that night away in his heart. Not able to
face it, for fear of not completing his task at hand.  But he had completed his
task, his quest. And he did see Faramir again.  The dull ache in his shoulder
flared along with the ache in his heart. For things had changed by the time they
were once again together. Faramir had found another. Again he closed his eyes
and allowed himself to remember.

The One Ring was destroyed. For the first time in so very long all the peoples
of Middle Earth breathed in the peace that had come with their returned King. 
There were many repairs being made to the city if Minas Tirith, although people
were much more at ease. 

Frodo sat on the terrace of the Healing House overlooking the White City. The
dull aches from his wounds were subsiding yet still plagued him this morning. 
He had come here earlier this morning, unable to tolerate the pain and hoping
for some relief.  The attendants did what they could and were able to release
him the sharp stabs that pulsed through his body leaving only the remaining
twinges and dull throbbing.

He had spent most of the previous evening in private council with the King.  The
King.  Frodo felt like laughing at his first reaction now when he heard that
Strider, that man who frightened him so badly when they arrived in Bree was
destined to sit on the Throne of Gondor. 

Frodo longed to be away from Gondor and travel to his home in the Shire, but he
had promised Aragorn that he would not leave until Aragorn released him.  

It had been Aragorn who told him about Faramir and the White Lady of Rohan. 
They planned to marry. Frodo did his utmost not to reveal his heartbreak at the
news, yet got the feeling that Aragorn had suspected something.  Frodo feared he
would break down and cry.  Spilling the whole story onto the floor.  Looking the
fool in front of the king.  But Aragorn sat there quietly. He had looked upon
Frodo’s face with such concern and compassion that it eased the rejection he
felt if only slightly. 

"Frodo? Is there something I should know about? Has Faramir done something he
shouldn’t have?" Aragorn ask gently, placing his hand on Frodo’s.

"No." Frodo replied shakily, trying not to breakdown in front of his friend.
Aragorn knew that something had happened. Frodo was certain of it. Aragorn had
escorted him back to his rooms, something unheard of from a king. 

"If you need anything Frodo, do not hesitate to call for me."

"I don’t wish to bother…"

"I’m your friend first Frodo and owe you a great deal." Aragorn said cutting him
off. "I cannot bear to think of you in torment for any reason. You have already
been through more than your share. Promise me, you’ll call for me."

Frodo looked into the king’s green eyes and knew that he meant every word he
said. "I promise," he replied quietly.  And with that Aragorn had left him.  

Lying back down on his cot, Frodo stared up at the ceiling, wishing for release
from the pains of memory more than of the body. He glanced to the corner where
Sam slept, sitting up in a chair.  He had refused to allow Frodo to come here
alone. 

"They’ll not care for you the way I can, Mr. Frodo. They are too busy with all
the other wounded and sick people here." Sam had said.

"Sam, the Houses are empty.  All the sick and wounded are healed. Healed by the
King." Frodo had replied. "There is no one there now."

"All the more reason for me to come with you. Them healers will be off
elsewhere. You need to be taken care of." 

Sam would not be moved from his path.  He was so dedicated it sometimes
concerned Frodo. He feared Sam would not live his life for himself ever again. 
And he knew of Sam’s attraction to Rosie. He would not be the one to stand in
their way.

"Frodo.  You’re not asleep?"  A familiar voice whispered from the doorway.
Looking up Frodo saw Faramir in the doorway. He dropped his head back on the
pillow.

"I did sleep for a short while." He said quietly.

"Tell me, where are you hurt?" Faramir said as he came to the side of Frodo’s
bed. 

Frodo lifted his great shimmering eyes and whispered, "Everywhere.  But the
place that aches the most... nobody can heal." Frodo turned to look at the wall,
away from Faramir. The pain in his heart now stronger than he could bear. The
tears welling up in his eyes and threatened to flow down his cheeks.

"Aragorn told me he thought you were healed, but… what ails you Frodo?" Faramir
whispered desperately "Why won’t you look at me my love?"

"Do not call me that! You marry another is a day’s time. I am not your love."
Frodo whispered furiously. "Leave me be… Please!"

"Frodo I can explain…" 

"No!" Frodo cried out sitting up in the bed to face him. Sam instantly waking
with a snort jumped forward ready to attack any that would harm his friend and
came up short when he realized that Faramir was the person standing there.

"Lord Faramir! You surprised me to be sure!" Sam sputtered. Turning to Frodo he
saw the tears pouring down his face. "OH! Mr. Frodo! You really are in pain… I
thought it might just be… oh dear… I’ll go get the attendant!"

"Sam..." Frodo started, but it was too late.  His friend was already out the
door looking for help.  He looked up at Faramir and saw the pain playing across
the features of his beautiful face. "I’ve done and been through so much. The
only thing I held dear to my heart was you. The only thing I kept thinking I
would have if I survived was you. I’ve tried so hard not to question why I was
put to the task…" Frodo lowered in head into his hands, twinge slightly with the
force of bumping the vacant nub that was his finger. "I’ve failed miserably in
that. But I accomplished my quest. I destroyed the ring. But I lost my heart
along the way and cannot bear it."

"Frodo… I’m so sorry… I hadn’t planned on this. All I could think of was you!
And then… she was there.  It all happened so quickly… I didn’t think I’d ever
see you again! I’d lost all hope… I…" Faramir stuttered.

"Faramir" a stern voice came from the doorway. "I think Frodo needs some rest." 

Both Faramir and Frodo turned to see Aragorn standing in the door and a rather
breathless Sam standing behind him looking quite confused.  Faramir stood,
nodded and without another word left the room. 

Aragorn turned to Sam "You, I think could use a decent night’s sleep as well my
friend. Go now, I’ll watch after Frodo" 

Sam started to argue but Aragorn turned him on his heal and pointed toward the
door. "You’re of no use to him if you cannot keep your eyes open Sam, now go."  

Sam still exhausted from all that had occurred and the worry over Frodo’s health
nodded and with one last glance at Frodo crying into his hands, left for his
rooms.

Aragorn approached Frodo’s bed and taking a seat on the side of it, gathered him
into his arms. "I should have known better… I mean … I didn’t mean to do that,"
Frodo muttered between racking sobs into Aragorn’s shoulder. 

"My dear Frodo, all will be well. I promise you that."

He held Frodo in his arms until the hobbit’s tears subsided and he fell into a
troubled sleep.  Aragorn stayed by his side, wanting to be there should the
hobbit wake up.  Pushing a stray curl from his face, he gazed down at Frodo’s
face in slumber. He thought he envisioned an angel there.

TBC ~ BU

Title: Stolen Night 4/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: PG13
Summary: Faramir is marrying Eowyn and Frodo can only watch. Will he find
comfort with one that sparked his interest so long ago but was always out of
reach. 
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?
Warning: Angst and Then Some Love
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask – I will most likely say yes! Thanks!
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Some movie quotes may be used. 

Installment 4 – Hope Remains

When Frodo awoke he wasn’t quite sure where he was, the ceiling was covered with
deep red and gold light. For a moment he thought he was still asleep then he
heard the light song in the air. Turning toward the window he saw Aragorn
sitting on the sill, singing an old song in elvish and looking out upon the
city. Frodo held his breath as he looked upon him. His profile in the light of
the setting sun was striking. His noble brow and strong chin, the light
shimmering off of his long dark hair. He was ruggedly handsome and Frodo felt a
stirring in his belly, like butterflies sending chills as they landed on his
skin.  This is ridiculous he thought, chiding himself for desiring one so
untouchable. He did not wish to feel the pain in his heart as he did with
Faramir again.  Yet as Aragorn finished the song a soft smile came to his face
and his eyes shown brilliantly against the darkening sky, Frodo let out a sigh
despite his efforts to remain silent. Aragorn turned to look at him. H
is smile remained on his face as he came to Frodo’s side, kneeling on the floor
beside his bed.

"Did you rest well?" he asked.

"Yes. What is the time? Surely you haven’t stayed here the whole time I slept?"
Frodo replied somewhat timidly.

"The sun is setting and yes I did stay the whole time you slept. Why shouldn’t
I?" 

"Oh surely there are more pressing matters for a king to attend to. I shouldn’t
be such a burden…"

"Oh Frodo, do quiet your fears. There will always be pressing matters for me as
king. It just so happens that there is one that needs most of my attention. And
it happens to be lying in a bed in the Healing House," Aragorn said with a smile
placing a cool cloth on Frodo’s forehead. "Gandalf, was here before as well.
He’s quite concerned about you. He offered to stay but I sent him away along
with the others. I told them all that you would be all right and only needed to
rest. I’m perfectly capable of caring for your ills Frodo."

Frodo watched him intently while he spoke. He could not stop picturing him in
the window. He looked too much the king yet even more like Strider. It tormented
Frodo to know that he would never be able to express his true feelings to him.
He watched the gentle smile turn into a broad grin and a chuckle. 

"Besides how else am I to get you all to myself," Aragorn added absently,
stopping in his administrations as if shocked for saying his thoughts out loud.
He turned quickly away from Frodo’s bedside and went to a near by table to
retrieve a glass of water.

Frodo’s heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean by that?  Aragorn?" he asked as
he stared at Aragorn’s back.

"Nothing, I.. Nothing Frodo" Aragorn stammered out clearly flustered by his
remark as well.  Setting the glass back on the table he stood there, unable to
turn back. His mind was reeling.  He knew how Frodo had been hurt by Faramir at
here he was, setting him up for another fall. He couldn’t bear it if he were to
cause him more grief. He closed his eyes and tried to pull himself together but
all he saw was Frodo’s large blue eyes and sweet smile. He’d wanted to hold him
all day while he slept, lay beside him and hold him in his arms. Luckily there
were enough distractions, comings and goings of visitors to keep him from doing
so. But now, here alone, he felt that desire building within him again and it
took all his strength not to return to his bedside and lock him in his embrace.

Frodo clearly was unsure how to proceed himself. Looking at Aragorn standing at
the table, his mind was a tumult of emotion. He wanted nothing more than for
Aragorn to hold him in his arms again. The memories of his comfort from earlier
that day flooded his thoughts. He felt safe in those arms, secure, loved. Lord
yes he felt loved. But this was the king! And Lady Arwen was due to arrive from
Lothlorien to wed Aragorn and become his queen.  This was impossible he thought;
I can’t do this again. Yet his yearning for Aragorn was so much stronger than
anything he had ever felt for Faramir. He was struggling with what to say when
Sam entered the room. 

"Mr. Frodo! You’re awake! Thank the stars I thought you gone from us again in
the pain of your wounds. But Strider said you’d be ok! Strider…oh um… I mean
Aragorn…" Sam sputtered.

Chuckling again Aragorn turned to the flustering hobbit "Sam you can call me
Strider." His eyes turning to Frodo and holding his gaze "I have so many names
to go by but I seem to like that one the best as it said with such love and
trust. By those people I have grown to trust and love."   

His last word was almost a whisper as he gazed into Frodo’s face. A slight smile
came over his face as he continued. "So Sam, are you prepared to take over
here?"

"Yes, your majesty." Sam replied with a bow.

"Sam, please don’t call me that. And you do not have to bow for heavens sake.  I
am still your friend first and we together are members of a fellowship that will
not be broken." Sam nodded. "Now, you can take charge of this ward of the
Houses. See to it that he gets plenty of rest. Tomorrow will be a big for all of
us as Faramir and Eowyn are to be married.  We must all be in attendance." The
last he said directly to Frodo as if it were a command. "Frodo, do you feel you
will be up to it?"

"Yes, Aragorn. I will be there." He replied, his voice steady without emotion.

"Good. It is best to see this done." Frodo nodded in agreement. "Well Sam, I’m
off! And remember he is to get REST. No visitors, understood?"

"Yes, your…err… Aragorn." He replied with a slight nod.  Aragorn with one last
glance to Frodo left the two hobbits alone.

Sam began to scurry around the room, doing this and that, making sure Frodo was
comfortable, had everything that he needed. He turned away visitors from Merry
and Pippin to Gandalf himself "by order of the king," he would say before
closing the door on them. Frodo lay there in bed for a while staring at the
ceiling his mind playing and replaying Aragorn’s words. Was he reading too much
into them? Was he hearing just what he wanted to hear or was there really more
there?  Eventually too exhausted by his thoughts and Sam’s ever present
willingness to please he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

The next day dawned bright and sunny as the final preparations were made for the
wedding of Lord Faramir to Lady Eowyn.  The ceremony was to take place in the
gardens with a feast to follow in the Great Hall.  Frodo woke feeling better
than he had in weeks and found Sam there and ready to meet the day.  He helped
Frodo to dress in his best breeches and shirt and redressed the wound on his
hand.  

Gandalf came and was comforted that Frodo seemed to be better but a shadow of
concern still fell on his heart over the small hobbit. Together the three made
their way through the flower-strewn paths to the gardens and found seats near
the front. Soon Merry and Pippin joined them. Frodo marveled at the change in
their heights will a giggle. Gimli and Legolas also joined their group, drawing
the attention of the many Gondorians present that marveled at the bond of
friendship between the elf and dwarf. All present watched as Aragorn and King
Eomer came in taking their places near the altar of flowers and blossoms.
Faramir and Eowyn came forward soon after and all gathered watched in reverence
the union of love between the two. 

All except Frodo. Unwilling to look at Faramir and with thoughts of Aragorn
pressing his mind he stared at the ground most of the time. Occasionally he
would glance up at the king standing there. There was a smile on his relaxed
face as he stood as witness to the marriage between the Captain of Gondor and
the White Lady of Rohan.  At one point Frodo felt himself staring at Aragorn,
unable to tear his eyes away from the beauty he saw there.  In an instant he
found himself held by two smiling green, emerald eyes.  His breathing felt heavy
as the desire he was holding check in his heart flooded the very corners of his
soul and he smiled back brightly at Aragorn.  

Aragorn felt as though he was lost in the deep blue sapphire pools. His breath
caught in his throat when Frodo smiled and he felt as if his heart would burst
wide open with the recognition of love he found there.  Try as he might, he
found he could not turn away. A nudge from Sam and Frodo was distracted away
leaving Aragorn a moment to turn his attention back to the ceremony.

After it was over the congregation moved to the Great Hall for the wedding
feast.  Toasts were made and all enjoyed the happiness of the day.  Frodo paid
little heed to the new couple rather enjoying the company of the members of the
fellowship. Laughing riotously at the tales Gimli and Legolas shared of their
travels around the White City. Gandalf even seemed to relax as he watched
Frodo’s guarded aura lighten with food and conversation of those he held dear.
After a time Aragorn joined them and was cajoled into telling tales of the old
ones.  He dispensed the tales of kings and dragons and the race of elves.
Legolas listened in rapt attention occasionally nudging Gimli when wanting to
bring a point of the elvish ways to his attention.  

The music and celebration carried on into the night.  Frodo found himself drawn
to Aragorn’s side. Through out the night they sat side by side. The occasional
touches of skin, the brush of an arm began to drive each into a maddening vortex
neither wanted to be released from.  Shared looks and smiles. At one point
during a game of wits that wound up in a wrestling match and small food fight
between several of the members of their party. Even Gandalf took to tossing bits
of cake at Pippin who seemed want to cover the kindly wizard in pads of butter.
To avoid a flying biscuit Merry had lobbed in his general direction Frodo ducked
behind Aragorn wrapping his arms around the other’s waist. The touch was not
lost on Aragorn who briefly held the hobbits hands in his at his hips.  When
Aragorn quickly turned around in his grasp their eyes met and held each other.
Their eyes speaking volumes they themselves could not bring into words.

The night drew into the wee hours of the morning and the bride and groom took
their leave of the party, as did several of the revelers.  Sam, Merry and
Pippin, supported each other on their drunken walk back to their rooms.  Legolas
and Gimli headed out still debating the best places to see and in which order
they would visit them.  Gandalf left with King Eomer, deep in discussion over
the doings in Rohan.  Soon Aragorn and Frodo found themselves alone save the
servants who busied themselves cleaning and clearing the hall.

They sat for a short time on a bench together. Frodo tentatively reached out and
took Aragorn’s hand in his own. "Did you mean what you said? About wanting to
have me for yourself?" he asked quietly looking up to Aragorn’s face. Needing to
see if his eyes held the truth within.

Returning his questioning gaze with smile "Yes Frodo, I did." 

The smile that burst on Frodo’s face took Aragorn’s breath away. "I was hoping
you would say that!"

"Frodo," Aragorn looked down at Frodo’s hand in his, a cloud passing over his
face. "You know that this cannot be forever. My duty is to this kingdom and my
promise is to Arwen."

Frodo took Aragorn’s chin in his free hand and lifted his face to his. The pain
he saw in those green depths drew him in to Aragorn’s heart. "I know this cannot
be forever. I also know that this is not the same as what I had with Faramir.
This is much deeper than that. I will take that which you can give and ask no
more.  For however small it may be it will be enough to hold me the rest of my
life."

Aragorn searched his face and found only love there, pure love. He smiled as he
lowered his forehead to Frodo’s. "Oh… if only…"

"I know… I know…" Frodo whispered.

"Come with me." Aragorn said as he stood and began heading out of the room.
Frodo followed closely behind.  They made their way along the twisting paths of
the palace and Frodo soon found himself standing in Aragorn’s private quarters. 
Closing the door and slipping the lock into place Aragorn approached Frodo and
falling to his knees before him pulled him into his arms and to his knees. 
Their kiss was deep and volatile. Tongues met and searched in the hot wet
softness of each other’s mouths. 

Aragorn lips traced down Frodo’s jaw line to his neck. A moan escaped from deep
within Frodo’s chest.  They clung to each other panting heavily.  Aragorn
whimpered at the growing heat in his belly.  Frodo took his face in his hand and
began to kiss him softly. Aragorn wrapped his hands around Frodo’s buttocks and
pulled him closer feeling the growing bulge of Frodo’s loins against his. It was
Frodo’s turn to whimper and moan all the louder. Stopping, they looked into each
other’s eyes for only a moment before they began tearing at each other’s
clothing.

TBC ~ BU

Title: Stolen Night 5/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo and Aragorn give in to their long hidden desires to be together,
if only it could last. 
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?!
Warning: YAY Sex! Some submission but all consensual.
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes!
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Some movie related items and there are some movie quotes. Other than
this… have fun! Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior
when I inflicted this upon them… especially Sue, Vic and Trish! 

Installment 5 – Desire Unleashed

The fire blazing in the fireplace splashed golden light over Frodo and Aragorn
on their knees pulling at one another’s clothes. Both chuckling at their
fumbling hands yet desperate to be together, in each other’s arms, kept them
from stopping the seemingly futile task.

Frodo’s hands trembled as he tugged at the lacings of Aragorn’s breeches. The
heat building in his body was more that he could bear, when Aragorn leaned
forward as he pushed Frodo’s shirt down over his arms trapping his hands in the
cuffs. Frodo looked up into Aragorn’s face and found a devilish grin lay across
his face. Raising one eyebrow, Aragorn pushed the shirt and Frodo’s arms behind
his back. 

"You’re mine now," he said with an evil giggle.

"Aragor.." Frodo began to reply as Aragorn pulled him closely to his body and
crushed his lips in a deep passionate kiss. His tongue, pushing into Frodo’s
mouth, searched the depths, relishing the moistness of Frodo’s lips.  Frodo
unable to release his hands from behind his back let his body relax into
Aragorn’s. The pressure building within his loins burned its mark on his soul.
Aragorn held him tight to his own body enjoying the control over the hobbits
body. Bringing a hand to Frodo’s chest he twisted a nipple eliciting a squeak of
pleasure from his captive. His bearded chin tickled Frodo’s neck as he trailed
kisses down his neck to that nipple, sucking and nipping at its hardening peak. 

Frodo over come by the sensations running rampant through his body and mind he
rolled his head back and forth before he laid his forehead to rest on Aragorn’s
shoulder.  He felt dizzy with desire he didn’t want this to end, ever.

Aragorn moved his tanned hand down over the creamy soft flesh of Frodo’s body,
lower to his pants where he began unbuttoning his trousers. All the while he
teased the tip of the nipple with his tongue eliciting moans and twitches of
longing from the hobbit in his arms. His hand slipping into the front of Frodo’s
pants he took a firm hold of the stiff member that was threatening to break the
seams that barely held him in.  Running his hand over the shaft he felt it
harden and strain all the more against his touch. A whispered plea in Aragorn’s
ear prompted him to push the loosened pants down over his hips to his knees.
Frodo moaned all the louder as Aragorn grasped his erection again and continued
the pumping motion along the throbbing length.

Frodo still leaning against Aragorn began to bite the tender flesh along his
neck and shoulder. Aragorn gasped, as one of these nips was stronger than the
others.  Looking up he saw the worry in Frodo’s eyes. He smiled, "No worries my
dear Frodo." Which brought a smile to Frodo’s face.

"Aragorn, please release my hands. I want to touch you, pleasure you." Frodo
moaned against his neck, biting at the tender flesh there bringing forth a whine
from the larger man.

Aragorn tugged at the shirt that held Frodo’s hands releasing him.  He
immediately grasped Aragorn’s tunic, pulling it over his head. He began to cover
his skin in light kisses that sent shivers down Aragorn’s back making the hairs
on his body to stand up. His pale hands moving down over the softly furred
muscles of Aragorn’s chest to his hips, he arched his back and bucked against
the hand that rocked him further into the depths of bliss.

"Aragorn…" he breathed "yes…"

He felt his legs giving way as rivers of lightning traveled along his body.  He
sat back on his feet, his arms hanging limply from fingers tucked in the
waistband of Aragorn’s breeches. His breathing heavy he let his head roll back
and he whined deeply as Aragorn release his grasp on Frodo’s full erection.

Aragorn bent over his chest and trailed his tongues over Frodo’s chest, down to
his tummy and the line of soft curls above his manhood. Taking hold of Frodo’s
hips he pulled him forward taking him fully in his mouth.  Frodo cried out at
the touch of the wet heat.  Arching backwards he thrust his hips forward pushing
himself deeper into Aragorn’s greedy mouth. He sucked at the hardened member
pulling out to the very tip, nipping at the foreskin. Frodo gasped with each
bite. Running the tip of his tongue over the sensitive tip of his member.  

Aragorn moaned at the throbbing of his own loins and felt the need to move the
situation forward more quickly. He release Frodo’s hips and pushed his breeches
down to his knees and down over his feet.  Frodo unable to support himself any
longer on shaky arms collapsed onto the soft rug. Aragorn pulled Frodo’s legs
out from under him and then tugged his pants off the rest of the way.  

Placing himself between Frodo’s spread legs his eyes drank in the vision of the
hobbit before him. Blue pools of light gleaming beneath the dark curls of his
hair. Glistening with a fine sheen of sweat and panting at the fire burning
within his loins Frodo gazed up into the face of the king. The smile and green
eyes that sparkled like stars in the firelight. His eyes traveled over the
muscled chest heaving with breathe of the ardor that flared through out his
being. His full erection lifting against his belly seemed ready to burst. 

"You’re all that I’ve thought about for so long Frodo," Aragorn whispered in a
deep voice. Leaning forward he took one of Frodo’s hands in his and brought his
fingers to his lips.  He began to lick and suck the tips sending electric shocks
up Frodo’s arms.  Guiding his hand he brought it to Frodo’s own erect member and
with a firm grip began to run his hand up and down the shaft. Aragorn’s thumb
teasing the tip and drawing cries of ecstasy from Frodo.  

Aragorn ran his other hand over his own erection drawing it between his thumb
and fingers from base to tip. Soon they both had the same driving rhythm. 

"Frodo…" Aragorn rasped, "Can I…?"

"Anything.. just oh…please…don’t stop!"

Aragorn removed his hand from Frodo’s and placed his fingers in his mouth, his
tongue licking at the taste he found there.  Moving his hand under Frodo’s hips
he lifted him up and pulled him into his lap. Frodo continued moving his hand
along the length of his shaft and wrapped his legs around Aragorn’s waist.  He
could feel Aragorn’s erection hard against his inner thigh and it filled him
will a more powerful longing than he thought possible.  

Aragorn slid his wet fingers under Frodo’s buttocks and found the valley
between.  Rubbing his finger against the strained muscles. Gently he inserted
his finger deep within Frodo who cried out at the sudden burst of stimulation
followed by exquisite electric shock as the finger moved in a thrusting motion.
Aragorn slowly pulled the finger out replacing it with two and was rewarded with
yelps of pleasure from Frodo.

Aragorn could no longer wait and removing his fingers he pulled Frodo up. Frodo
released his legs from around Aragorn’s waist and turned around in his lap as
Aragorn, grasping his hips pulled him back against his body.  Frodo’s hands
returned to his throbbing member as he felt Aragorn’s rigid shaft pressing
against his buttocks.  

"Frodo?"

"Yes, oh please yes…" came the strangled cry from Frodo who was so close to
release yet was trying desperately to hold it back until he could share it with
him. Aragorn poised at the tight muscled entrance, took a deep breath and thrust
into Frodo slowly and smoothly. Frodo yelped out with the entry.  Aragorn began
to slowly thrust forward and soon he and Frodo were moving in a combined rhythm
of gratification.  Slowly at first, then faster as a madness seemed to take
over. They were both so close to releasing yet both held it back as to not find
the end so quickly. 

The light around them seemed to expand and contract. Frodo pressed back against
Aragorn pushing him deeper within.  Aragorn arched his back and pulled Frodo
tighter to him. Moaning he laid his head on Frodo’s shoulder, pumping harder and
faster against Frodo. Reaching a hand around Frodo’s waist he took Frodo’s hands
in his and they moved as one. Gasping for air they fought to lengthen the raging
fire within.  Frodo felt Aragorn’s ragged breath on his neck and shivers of
quick silver ran down his body as he wailed out with as a stream of his hot seed
spilled out onto their hands. His body was racked with shudders of satisfaction
as Aragorn exploded inside of him.  Together their bodies bucked like spasms of
intensity from a lightning strike. 

They were still, lying on the rug holding one another tightly, fearing to let
go. Breathing in unison their sweat mixed with the touches of skin.  The heat of
the fire matched the heat rising from their bodies. Aragorn rose and gently
lifted Frodo carrying him to the bed.  Lying in each other’s arms they fell into
a peaceful deep slumber.

TBC ~ BU

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Title: Stolen Night 6/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo and Aragorn give in to their long hidden desires to be together.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?!
Warning: YAY! More Graphic Sex! 
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes!
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Have fun! Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my
misbehavior when I inflicted this upon them… especially Sue, Vic, Trish and Liv
who at about this installment started yelling at me not to let Arwen get between
Frodo and Aragorn. Hhhmm.. what do you do with an elf princess who's not
wanted....

Installment 6 – Not Fall Away

Aragorn ran a finger along Frodo's jaw line. Cupping his hand under Frodo's
chin, he moves closer... licking his lips. 

Frodo started, "I.." 

"Sshh..."

Bending closer Aragorn's lips brushed against Frodo's mouth. A sigh escapes with
the soft touch of warmth. Frodo's eyes glistened in the first light of the
morning and Aragorn was drawn into their depths and lost in a sea of blue. 

Reaching up Frodo pulled Aragorn closer. His breath is sweet against his skin.
"I never thought..." he said as a slow smile came to Aragorn's face. 

"I never thought either Frodo. You have filled a hole within me I never thought
would be sated."  His mouth once again finding Frodo's he pressed him down into
the bed as his tongue searched the depths of his mouth.

Frodo moved his hands down Aragorn’s shoulders and over his chest.  He felt the
fires rekindled in his belly. Aragorn pulled the coverlet back revealing the
soft ivory skin of Frodo’s torso. He lightly ran a finger across the supple
flesh. His building desire to possess the young man next to him completely
without any restrictions pulsed through his body.

Nuzzling the tanned soft skin of Aragorn’s neck Frodo moved his hands over the
softly furred muscles of Aragorn’s chest and down along his sides to his hips. 
Moving into the soft hair and to the growing erection of Aragorn’s manhood. 
Lightly he ran his fingers up and down the length of the shaft.  A whimper
escaped from deep in Aragorn’s chest at the touch.  Shivers ran through his
blood making goose bumps appear.

"Ah," Frodo said at the elicited response to his touch. "I see it’s my turn to
be the master."

"Frodo" Aragorn moaned and rolled over onto his back.  

Frodo continued to torment the hardening flesh with his fingertips as he slowly
planted kisses over Aragorn’s chest. Licking at the erect nipples he left trails
of quick silver as he moved lower to his belly. His tongue licking at his navel,
Aragorn’s mind was swimming in the trail of the wet heat.  Placing a hand on
Frodo’s head he ran his fingers through his hair. Frodo continued his dissent
and the butterfly touch on Aragorn’s fully erect member.

Moving ever onward, Frodo pushed Aragorn’s legs apart running his hands over his
inner thighs as softly as a feather. Chills coursed through his body to his very
soul.  Aragorn struggled to maintain his sanity, grabbing at the bedding with
white knuckled fists. Unable to restrain himself he let out a cry as Frodo ran
the tip of his tongue lightly along the length of his manhood, flicking at the
sensitive tip.

"Frodo please…" Aragorn gasped.

"Frodo what?" the devilish imp replied.

"Don’t, oh lord, don’t…"

"Don’t… what Aragorn?"

"You drive me to madness Frodo!" Aragorn cried hoarsely.

Frodo giggled, enjoying the power he held over the most powerful of men. 
Licking at the tip of his member he felt the spasms running through the hard
muscles of Aragorn’s stomach and legs against his palms. Aragorn was soon bathed
in glistening sheen of fine sweat. Desperate to steel himself against the sweet
torture and prolong it he threw both of his hands above his head grabbing at the
headboard of the bed.  

Aragorn arched his back with a gasp and Frodo took him fully into his mouth. The
moist heat against his skin sent shockwaves up his spine.  Frodo drank in the
taste of his skin and wanted more. His tongue lapping at the rigid shaft he drew
up to the tip only to move back down again. Sucking at it like an icicle treat
on a hot day.  Moaning uncontrollably now, Aragorn thrust his hips upward
pushing deeper into Frodo’s mouth. 

Aragorn’s mind was void of all thoughts other than that of the pleasure of
release. Moving with his thrusts Frodo drew deeper, running his teeth over the
throbbing flesh.  Nibbling at the skin along the head extracting a guttural moan
from Aragorn. Pulling back panting Frodo running his hands over Aragorn’s
abdomen and blew lightly across the vulnerable tip. The fine opulent pearl
appeared at the head as Aragorn grunted noiselessly.

Frodo wanting to please Aragorn took him again into his mouth, continuing the
motions that were driving Aragorn closer to the brink of release.  He would not
be disappointed. Aragorn bucking against him could no longer hold back and with
a cry of pure pleasure spilled his seed into Frodo’s greedy mouth. Waves of
electricity crashed against his senses rending him mute as Frodo swallowed down
the sweet nectar.  Lightning kisses danced along his skin with every movement,
every touch. 

Spent and exhausted, Aragorn’s body sank into the bed.  Frodo rested his head on
Aragorn’s belly while both allowed their panting breaths to shallow and become
even. After a short time Frodo crawled up along side of his lover laying his
head on his shoulder. Aragorn drew him closer in his arms as Frodo’s breathing
became steady with sleep. Aragorn could hear the first sounds of the household
waking up to the new day as he joined Frodo in a blissful slumber.

TBC ~ BU

Title: Stolen Night 7/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Gondor prepares for the King’s wedding. Frodo and Aragorn are finding
it hard not to be together and are dreading their coming separation. Will this
be the end?
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?!
Warning: Angst Alert!! And Concensual sex.
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I’ll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior …
especially Sue, Vic and Trish! 

Installment 7 – Eminent  Arrival

The next few weeks were a whirl of activity as Gondor prepared for the wedding
of the king to the Lady Arwen.  Aragorn and Frodo stole away as often as they
could to be alone together. Aragorn received word one warm afternoon that the
travelers from Imladris would arrive in Gondor on the following day.  He sent a
contingent from the palace to meet them on the road and escort them the final
leg of their journey.  He knew he should have gone himself, but could not bring
himself to do it.  His heart felt heavy and he knew the reason why. 

Walking through the paths of the city passing several people preparing the city
for the celebration.  Aragorn would smile and nod as they pushed forward to
press his hand and wish him well.  Thanking them for their best wishes his mind
felt numb. He should be happy, excited. The one thing he had wanted for so long
he envisioned it with ease no longer was easy to see. Where Arwen’s dark flowing
hair used to stir with the soft evening breezes revealing her violet eyes he now
saw only short curly locks framing deep blue pools that he wished to drown
himself in for eternity. 

When the evening’s repast was set out for all the guests who had already arrived
for the wedding Aragorn found himself searching the crowd for those blue eyes
and the soft sweet smile that would accompany them. But he did not see them
amongst those gathered that night. Seeing Faramir and Eowyn in deep conversation
with Gandalf brought a twinge to his heart. 

Had his little one stayed from feast this night because of the pain of
remembrance? Or was his pending marriage the reason for Frodo’s absence.
Legolas, sitting to his right laid a hand on his arm.

"Aragorn, what is wrong?" he asked, eyes filled with concern.

"It is nothing Legolas" he replied distractedly. But Legolas would not be
stayed.

"It is something Aragorn, you are troubled when you should be happy.  Arwen will
be here on the morrow and yet I feel you heart breaking within." He searched the
king’s face looking for some sign of what may be the cause.  

Aragorn continued to scan those people assembled hoping for a glimpse of Frodo.
"Ah, I see." Legolas said nodding in understanding. Aragorn turned to look at
his old friend to see the love of a true friend in his simple smile.

"It’s Frodo you seek."

"I don’t know what you’re talking about Legolas," Aragorn stammered quickly
turning his face from the elf for fear of revealing far more than he was willing
to share. 

"Aragorn, we have known each other far longer than we can count in the leaves on
the trees. If you do not wish to discuss this I’ll understand for it is your
business, however, know this, if you have the need to… well, you know I am at
your disposal."

Placing a hand on the elf’s shoulder a knowing smile came to Aragorn’s face. "I
know my friend. But truly, there is nothing in this that I can either discuss
nor you should trouble yourself with." 

Aragorn smiled with earnest and squeezed the elf’s shoulder lightly and motioned
to Gimli who was approaching the table. "Besides this is a party and I’m certain
that Gimli has something to discuss with you that will require all of your
attention."

"Aragorn?"

"Do not worry Legolas, I am alright. Now enjoy the evening for tomorrow I wed."
he said as he rose to greet Gimli. The elf joined him and was soon deep in
conversation with his dwarf companion. 

Aragorn made his way around the room greeting guests and when the opportunity
presented itself, slipped out into the crisp night air and made his way to
Frodo’s apartments only to find them empty. 

Concern began to envelop his mind at Frodo’s absence. Fearing he may have again
fallen ill he rushed to the Healing House to find that it too was empty.
Standing in silence at the doorway he reached out with his mind, searching for
some sign of the hobbit.

His mind ran back to all of their secret meetings and the places they found to
have for themselves over the last few weeks. The gardens, the library, his
rooms? It would take the entire night to search all of them but Aragorn felt the
need to find him growing more desperately within his heart. Fear that he might
be hurt, ill or even worse gone from Gondor turned his stomach. 

"No, he would not have left," he said to himself "he promised to stay."

"He waits for you in your rooms Aragorn," a light voice came from the shadows.
Startled he turned quickly to find Legolas there.

"How did you…?" Aragorn asked.

"How did I know? I’ve known for a while now. You forget whom you talk to my
friend. I’ve been hearing you and Frodo all over the city. For a king you really
should be more discreet" Legolas replied with a snicker. 

At seeing the anguish in Aragorn’s face, Legolas smiled as he placed a hand on
Aragorn’s shoulder. "Go to him. He needs you now as you need him."

There was no accusation in the elf’s words and he asked for no explanation.  His
acceptance of the situation brought comfort to his heart.

Aragorn turned down the path to the main halls and made his way to his rooms.
The torches along the hallway flickered as he rushed by. Opening the door he
found it dark except for the fire in the great fireplace. Relief flooded over
Aragorn when he saw the small figure sitting on the rug in front of it. 

"Nîn melethron" Aragorn sighed at the sight of Frodo. Hearing the door closing
Frodo turned.  Seeing the tears running down Frodo’s face and rushed to enfold
him in his arms. Their embrace was that of desperation and fear of their eminent
separation. 

"By the stars I thought I had lost you" Aragorn murmured in against his neck.

"I’m sorry Aragorn, I tried to attend the feast… but…. I just couldn’t pretend
to be happy about this." Aragorn held him all the tighter, placing small kisses
along Frodo’s neck. "I knew this was coming. I just could not face the
inevitable. Not with the a smile."

"Oh Frodo, I’m so sorry."

"No Aragorn, do not apologize. I knew this before we began." Frodo looked into
his eyes, ran his fingers down the bearded jaw and sighed. "It was meant to be,
you and Arwen and I will not stand in the way of that. No matter how it tears at
my heart to do so. Nîn melethron"

They held each other in silence for a long while. The fire growing dim on the
grate as the moon rose full over the city. 

"Aragorn?"

"Yes my love."

"I do not wish our last night to be one of sorrow." Frodo said as he took
Aragorn’s face in his hands and began to kiss away the trails of tears on his
cheeks. Aragorn sighed and closed his eyes. 

"Nor do I Frodo" he replied as he brushed Frodo’s lips with his own. Pulling
closer to each other their kiss was one of passion to rival the ages.  Tongues
entwined, searching for a release from the pain in their hearts.  Their hands
moving to the remove the clothing that covered their bodies Aragorn began to
chuckle.  

"What are you laughing at?" Frodo asked with a giggle at the secret joke Aragorn
seemed to be having.

"Us! I was remembering our first night. I seem to recall holding you captive
with your shirt." Aragorn replied with a laugh. Frodo joined him in the
remembrance of that night. 

"You were quite the ‘King’ that night as I recall." Frodo said with a smile.
Squinting his eyes are Aragorn and placing his hands on his hips. "And don’t you
dare try to do that again!"

"Do you dare order me about sir?" Aragorn replied with the same devilish giggle
Frodo had come to love and anticipate.

"And just what would you do if I did?" Frodo said with an air of dignity.

"Oh, I don’t know… maybe this!" Aragorn shouted as he pounced on Frodo, rolling
back onto the rug. Pinning him to the floor he began to tickle the hobbit
mercilessly. Frodo was howling with laughter and crying for Aragorn to stop.

Aragorn, sitting back on his heals continued laughing but stopped the torment of
his captive.  Frodo, desperate to catch his breath shook a finger at him "You’ll
be sorry, just you wait."

"And just what is it you think you are going to do about it?" Aragorn said as he
bent over Frodo’s prone body.

"This!" Frodo yelped and with a great surge of energy pushed up at Aragorn who
lost his balance and fell backwards onto the rug. Frodo quickly straddling his
waist and began tickling him in return of the king’s giggling laughter rang
through the room.

They wrestled about on the floor until they were too exhausted to continue.
Their eyes met and holding the gaze, they began tearing at their own clothes in
earnest. Panting breaths subsiding only slightly, Frodo pressed his lips to
Aragorn’s mouth in a deep passionate embrace. 

Their bodies as bare as their souls, hands moved freely over fevered flesh.
Their tongues searched the moist heat of each other’s mouths. Aragorn moving his
hands down Frodo’s torso to his hips slid around to cup his buttocks. Pulling
him tightly to his own body they groaned in unison at the touch of their
hardening shafts pressing hard against each other.

"Aragorn let me," Frodo mumbled as he pushed him down onto the soft rug. His
quickly traced kisses down Aragorn’s chest. Frodo felt desperation grow within
himself along with the fire that was growing in his loins. Turning around he
bent over Aragorn’s erect member and licked the tip lightly.  A moan escaped
from Aragorn’s lips as he traced his fingers down Frodo’s back.

Shivers like ice ran through Frodo’s hot flesh with the touch.  "Frodo, I want
you" Aragorn whispered deeply. Frodo’s mind tingled at the request for he knew
what it meant. 

Moving with hobbit like agility Frodo positioned his knees at Aragorn’s
shoulders as he bent over his body. Once again he licked at the sensitive tip of
Aragorn’s rigid shaft and gasped as Aragorn lying beneath him did the same. 

Running his hands up along his thighs, Aragorn clasped Frodo’s buttocks and
pulled himself upward taking Frodo fully into his mouth.  Frodo froze, unable to
breath, at the sensation of the hot wetness of Aragorn’s mouth. Arching his back
he pushed his hips downward to meet Aragorn’s voracious tongue.

Aragorn’s mind was lost in a swirling mist of delight as Frodo ran his tongue
along his throbbing manhood. Lifting his hips upward Frodo obliged his whimper
and slowly began to move this red moist lips down over the shaft. He felt as
though his entire body was enveloped in sparks from a blazing fire. 

Slowly they began moving in unison, bucking their hips forward, pressing deeper
into each other’s mouths. Teeth trailing along the hardened flesh teasing the
tender skin with soft nips and here and there. Tongues lapping along the sides
as the friction built to a fevered pitch. Sucking upward as another moved
downward. Their emotions teetering along with their bodies, strangled moans
echoing against the walls of the room.

Their hearts raced faster in time with their bodies. Liquid movements of the two
now moving as one. Each sensation sending an electric spasm through their heated
blood bringing them closer and closer to the release from this exquisite prison.

Frodo groaned loudly as he reached the pinnacle and his climax released into
Aragorn’s ravenous mouth. Shudders ran through his body in uncontrollable
tremors as he continued to devour Aragorn’s flesh. Aragorn licking at the hot
liquid felt himself climaxing and lessening his hold on Frodo’s manhood cried
out loudly as he exploded into Frodo’s mouth.  

Both men’s bodies continued to buck against one another in residual spasms. 
Their minds awash in the satisfaction they had brought to each other quietly
licked at the spent seed. Their breathing slowing as the fire burned through
their veins.  Frodo moved and laying his head down onto Aragorn’s belly they
were quiet for a time. 

Propping himself up on his elbows, Aragorn ran a hand over Frodo’s head,
twirling a strand of hair between his fingers.  Frodo turned his head to find
Aragorn’s green eyes sparkling in the dimming light of the fire gazing down at
him.  The light he found there held a promise and he mouthed a silent prayer in
response.  Gazing into his eyes for that brief moment in time, both knew they
this would not be the end of their relationship. They would not let it be the
end.

TBC ~ BU

-----

Title: Stolen Night 8/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: 
Summary: Frodo and Aragorn on what is to be their last night together find
themselves under attack.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?!
Warning: Danger and Violence. Meep!
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I’ll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior
especially Sue, Vic and Trish! Special thanks for badgering me to keep Frodo and
Aragorn together.

Installment 8 – An Arrival of Another Sort

Frodo woke with a start. "Gah!" he yelped sitting straight up, his shoulder
knocking against Aragorn’s chin. Startled Aragorn sat up quickly taking Frodo
into his arms. Frodo’s head whipping around, eyes searching the dark shadows of
the room. The fire had died upon the hearth and all was darkness.

"Frodo, what is it? What’s wrong?" queried Aragorn pulling him closer, hoping to
calm him.

"Someone is here!" he hissed through clenched teeth.

Aragorn immediately on the defensive rose to his feet, grabbing his sword from
the table where it was resting. He began searching the rooms for any sign of an
intruder. Finding nothing he returned to Frodo and gathered him in his arms once
more.

"It was but a dream love. Be at ease there is no one here," he whispered against
his hair.

"Aragorn, it was not a dream! I swear there was someone here! I can still feel
them like poison against my skin!" Frodo trembling uncontrollably wrapped his
arms around Aragorn’s waist. Clinging so tightly he threatened Aragorn’s ability
to breathe.

"Be still love, I promise you there is no one here." Aragorn whispered, again
trying to reassure Frodo, yet he too felt something now. A nagging presence
pulling at his soul. He reached out with his mind for some echo of what might be
there. 

Frodo’s breathing was slowing and he released his grip somewhat. It was still
there, he was certain of that. But he also knew that Aragorn would not allow
anything to happen to him. 

Then Aragorn’s whole body jerked with sudden tension that frightened him more
than the presence he felt. Jumping to his feet, Aragorn again took up his sword
and standing over Frodo he braced himself, ready for a battle. 

"Show yourself, be you spirit or man!" Aragorn shouted into the darkness. Both
men waited in silence. The whisper moved over their bodies so quickly that it
startled both and they backed away toward the bed. Aragorn screamed and doubled
over as great red welts appeared across his chest and thighs. Frodo rose to his
feet and stared eyes wide with terror at droplets of dark red blood formed along
the tears in his flesh.

"Aragorn!" he shouted as he grabbed the sheet from the bed to press over the
wounds when he felt a burning against his back. He screamed and dropped again to
his knees. His skin blistering at the base of his shoulders.

A great force slammed against Aragorn’s body and he was thrown back against the
wall, his skull striking it with loud crack. His knees buckled beneath him as
his body fell to the floor.

Frodo unable to move as the fire within his skin built and his mind was filled
with a white-hot light that threatened to steal his very life. His breath stolen
from him by the pain he slipped unconscious upon the rug, his arms reaching out
for Aragorn’s lifeless body.

The door of the room banged open against the wall as Legolas rushed in, knifes
drawn for battle. Stepping lightly over his friends’ prone forms he searched for
signs of the intruders as Sam and Gandalf rushed in behind him, swords drawn.
Seeing the unconscious bodies on the floor they rushed to their sides.

"Mr. Frodo!! Who did this to you?" Sam exclaimed his body quivering from the
sight of the blisters spreading quickly over his back. "Frodo? Frodo!" 

"Calm yourself Sam, tend to his wounds!" Gandalf barked as he bent over Aragorn.
Seeing the spreading pool of crimson, he gently lifted his head and firmly
placed pressure against the wicked gash he found on his scalp, hoping to staunch
the wound. 

Legolas having searched the rooms thoroughly stopped in front of the door as
Gimli, Merry and Pippin puffed their way into the room, weapons drawn!

"What goes on here! Where is the devils responsible?" Gimli growled.

"There’s no one here! Yet… I feel… something" Legolas stammered as an icy dark
shadow spun around the companions standing in the doorway and out into the hall.
All four spun on their heals as Legolas chased after the dark shadow down the
hallway.  Gimli following closely behind him.

Merry and Pippin spun back around staring in disbelief at what lay before them.
Aragorn and Frodo badly wounded and it happened in the king’s rooms. The scene
caused both hobbits to freeze in their tracks, uncertain of what to do. The
bewilderment was broken as Gandalf called them to help.

"Pippin! Go to the Healing House and get the warden there. Tell him the king and
a friend are grievously injured." Pippin nodded and ran from the room in a dash.
"Merry! Go to Lord Faramir and King Eomer and tell them what happened. Tell them
to send a company of men to the travelers from Lothlorien. We need Lord Elrond
here immediately. We need his healing powers. There is no time to waste!"

Merry flustered by the scene stood frozen for a moment "But what Gandalf? What
should I tell them happened?"

"They were attacked Merry, by what I do not know. But it was evil and they have
little hope unless we can get Lord Elrond here, now go boy!" Merry turned on his
heal and left the room in a flash.

Sam having retrieved some cool water and clothes worried over Frodo’s back, the
blisters still spreading had slowed but had not lost their grip on his skin.
"Gandalf the blisters won’t stop! What could have done this? It’s almost as if
someone set fire to his backside!"

"I don’t know Samwise, do what you can." Gandalf replied in a strained murmur. 

Frodo stirred beneath Sam’s gentle hands then crying out at the pain that he
forced his eyes open. He saw Gandalf turn a concerned face towards him.  He was
saying something but Frodo could not make out the words. His eyes moved and
seeing Aragorn’s head resting in his hands and the scarlet stain on the floor
around him Frodo’s mind slipped back into darkness as Sam’s voiced echoed in his
head.  "Frodo!"

* * * *

A great roar rose from the city of Gondor and soldiers and citizens were pulled
from their beds at the cry of the attack upon the king.  Lord Faramir gathered a
company of men and leading them he, rode to the camp of the travelers of Lorien
to retrieve Lord Elrond. King Eomer gathered more soldiers to search the city
for any signs of the perpetrator of the attack.  

Legolas and Gimli having followed the dark shadow as long as they could before
losing all trace of the creature, hurried back to the king’s chambers to offer
their protection against further attack. Gimli barked orders at the sleepy eyed
guards arriving far too late to protect their king. He set them to searching the
castle for any other intruders.

Gandalf took lead over the attendants that arrived from the Healing House.  They
gently placed the limp bodies onto litters and swiftly carried them to the
surgeries.  They administered potions and herbs but were at a lost not knowing
the cause of the injuries.

Frodo’s body was covered with weeping blisters that continued to move over his
skin.  Gently they wrapped poultices over the ravaged flesh hoping to draw out
the poisons contained within. Sam stood by his bed, wringing his hands, helpless
to do anything for his dear friend. Frodo drifted in and out of wakefulness, his
mind pulling him back from the pain.

The gash on Aragorn’s head had mercifully stopped bleeding though he remained
unconscious. They had ascertained that he had some broken ribs and that his
skull had certainly been fractured from a blow. The bleeding from the welts on
his chest and legs had been stopped and cool cloths applied with lineaments.
They set to begin the healing of the deep scratches. The concern was that there
was no indication of waking. He lay motionless. All hope held tightly in their
minds, for as long as he still breathed there was hope.

Gandalf was at a loss at what more he could to do for them. He had done what he
could but knew that only Lord Elrond could help them now. As the healers moved
about them  Gandalf went to Legolas who had taken up a position by the doors.

"Will they survive?" the elf asked quietly.

"I do not know. Did you see it, the thing that caused this Legolas?"

"No, I did not see it, but I felt it. So filled with anger and hatred. Whatever
it was it has left the city. It continues to move away from my senses." Legolas
replied quietly.

"Keep a watch my friend. If you so much feel a twinge let me know." Gandalf said
as he placed a hand on Legolas’ shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. Legolas
nodded and continued to send his senses in search of the being that had caused
so much damage in so short a time.

Gandalf returned to Aragorn’s side looking down at the noble face. He had sworn
the healers to silence when he had seen the marks on his chest where the deep
red welts began and ended. They were prints of a hand, a small, slender hand.

* * * * *

The sun rose hot causing a deep haze of fog as the steam from the ground rose
upward toward the sky.  Pippin and Merry had taken posts at the gate watching
for any signs of Lord Faramir’s return with Lord Elrond. Both at a loss for
words had come here after seeing the damage done to their friends’ bodies just
hours earlier.

A flicker in the distance and Merry rose the cry of approaching riders.  Both
hobbits stood silently along side the soldiers on the wall waiting for the party
to come closer. Pippin was the first to cry out the identity of Lords Faramir
and Elrond. The banners flying above them as they rode hard toward the city. 
The gates were opened and the riders past through quickly, Faramir leading the
group directly to the Healing House.

Upon their arrival, they flew from their mounts and rushed through the doors.
Elrond stopping briefly at Legolas’ side to ask a quick question of what he had
seen. He told him what little he knew and Elrond moved quickly into the room and
directly to Aragorn’s side. 

Placing a hand upon his forehead he began to chant words in the ancient Quenya.
He stopped for a moment looking to Gandalf, who nodding gathered the attendants
and directed them out of the building.  He let Sam stay as he was kneeling next
to Frodo’s bed was in silent prayer. 

Elrond continued to work over Aragorn discerning that damage done to him was
more than physical.  He was in danger of losing his life. Drawing all of his
powers forward he searched Aragorn’s soul drawing him back into the light.  For
a very long time the only sound that could be heard was the soft sobs that
racked Sam’s small body.

A silence fell over the city and the people waited for news of their king.
Celeborn, Galadriel and Arwen arrived shortly and made their way directly to the
Healing House where they joined Elrond in the healing process. Galadriel and
Celeborn quickly joined with Elrond to call Aragorn back from the darkened abyss
his mind had fallen in.

Arwen stopped as she crossed the doorway and surveyed the scene. Legolas reached
out a hand to comfort her, yet did not touch her as the creature, dark and
moving again somewhere nearby leapt into his mind. Arwen moved slowly to Frodo
and silently worked to bring comfort the small hobbit. Sam assisted her best he
could. 

Legolas stood watching in silence for a few moments longer before motioning to
Gandalf who joined him in the doorway. "The creature is about again." The words
forming silently in Gandalf’s mind.

"Are you certain?" Gandalf questioned wordlessly back. He followed Legolas’ gaze
and nodded as he looked to Arwen who continued to administer to Frodo’s wounded
flesh, her face emotionless and frozen. Gandalf glanced over to Elrond who
staring at Arwen’s back slowly moved his glance to Gandalf’s. He nodded briefly
and then moved his attention back to Aragorn.

A gasp shattering the silence came from Aragorn as the three high elves touched
his being and pulled him back into the light. All heads turned to see his eyes
flashing open. The pain in his spirit was so intense it distorted his features
as he fought to hold on to consciousness. His body rocked with spasms as he held
his breath for a moment and then unable to maintain it any longer he cried out
three words and fell into oblivion once again. 

All eye’s turned to the silent elf princess as Aragorn’s words ricocheted off of
the walls. "Arwen! No Don’t!"

"Arwen" Elrond said in the deafening silence that followed Aragorn cry. 

"Yes father?"

"Go to your chambers, wait for me there."

"Father I wish to help."

"Daughter, do not question me, go." Elrond growled. Arwen rose and walked slowly
to the door. She turned to speak but seeing the look on faces of those gathered
in the room, thought better of it. "Legolas, see that her room is safe and
remains that way." With a nod, Legolas escorted the princess to her rooms in the
castle. Once there stood guard that the door to ensure no one would go in or
out.

Elrond stared into space for a few moments after they had left.  Taking a few
deep breaths he turned to find Galadriel’s eyes upon him. Frodo and Aragorn’s
breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the deepening silence of the
room. Yet in the elves minds, they could hear only their screams.

TBC ~ BU

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Title: Stolen Night 9/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: PG13
Summary: Frodo and Aragorn having been attacked by an unseen creature lie
grievously wounded while the elves attempt to heal them. Arwen is suspect and
Elrond must discover just how she is involved.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?!
Warning: Whole Lotta Angst but hope for a happier tomorrow! No sex – sorry!
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I’ll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior ... 
especially Sue, Vic and Trish! And to Kate who always inspires me. 

Installment 9- Creature from Within

It had been 5 days since the attack. The wedding indefinitely postponed, Faramir
had taken his place as the Steward of Gondor and assured that the city would
continue to be rebuilt.  King Eomer had returned to Rohan with his sister Eowyn,
Merry and the body of King Theoden for a proper burial.  

While Frodo had passed in and out of wakefulness once or twice he soon fell back
down the darkened path. The trio of elves who cared for him determined that it
was poison that caused the wounds, though they did not know what kind of poison
it was. Celeborn focused his attention on the hobbit while Elrond and Galadriel
worked with Aragorn.  He had only one other wakening. Far less shocking to the
witnesses yet filled with pain and agony. Several times over the days of healing
the elves had to break away to recover themselves. 

Aragorn had been moved to his private chambers by Elrond’s orders. He had feared
that whatever Arwen had become involved with or tainted by might strike out at
the lovers if they were kept in the same room.  Galadriel and Legolas were
hopeful and seemed to be making progress. The physical wounds were healing and
some of Aragorn’s strength seemed to have returned as he rested more peacefully. 

Yet there were times when it seemed the very demons of Sauron had returned and
racked his body with fevered nightmares, striking at it with convulsions and
tremors. He wandered in a fog of delirium calling out the names of friends and
loved ones. He called out for Frodo the most only to be hushed back to sleep by
his healers.

Few questions were asked as to why and how Frodo and Aragorn came to be found
together in the king’s chambers. Elrond had pulled Legolas aside for explanation
more as to how long rather than why, as he had sensed the awkward moments
between them before they had set out from Rivendell oh so many months ago.  

For the others the answer was already known to most of them, as they had been
witness to the exchanges between the two over the last few weeks. They had
guessed at the meanings of the looks and tender words exchanged by their two
friends.

Elrond was at a loss knowing that his own daughter could be the cause of such
destruction. He had visited with her only once briefly since the day of the
attack and now prepared himself to deal with her until he found the cause of her
alteration. 

He had called Legolas to assist Galadriel with Aragorn and Haldir to assist
Celeborn with Frodo. While neither was trained in the healing arts, their love
for each other and their two friends could only serve to help. Gandalf, Gimli,
Sam, Merry and Pippin all assisted where they could. They would gather supplies
and run errands when needed.  

As they watched Elrond leaving to confront the evil that had taken over his
daughter’s spirit, all those assembled said a silent prayer that he would be
successful. With his twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir standing guard at the door
as much as to be a support for their father, he entered the room, locking the
door behind him.

Silence echoed between prayers and chants of healing and thoughts of Elrond and
Arwen.  

Four nights passed when Elrond re-emerged from the room. Drained and pale he
went to his rooms without speaking to anyone. At the passing of midnight, Frodo
awoke. Seeing Celeborn and Haldir leaning over him he was confused, seeming not
to remember anything that had occurred. 

"What happened? Where am I?" he asked, voice trembling.

Sam rushed forward at the sound of Frodo’s voice, knocking Haldir into the wall
in the process. "Mr. Frodo! You’re awake! Thank the stars! I thought we would
never get you back!" turning to the elf sitting on the floor he began to help
him up "Oohh… Mr. Haldir I’m so sorry! I just got so excited to see…"

"No need to apologize Sam," Haldir chuckled as he stood up with help of the
hobbit. "I think Frodo could use your company more than mine right now." Smiling
the elf went to Celeborn and Gandalf near the door and joined their quiet
conversation.

"Sam? What happened? I don’t remember anything." Frodo spoke quietly. Exhaustion
tainting his mind, he felt as though he was looking at the world through a thick
fog. "What day is it?"

"Oh Frodo" Sam said as he took a cool cloth to his forehead, "Don’t you worry
about any of that now. You need your rest! And don’t you worry about Aragorn,
they say he’s going to be ok…"

"Aragorn?" Frodo asked looking quite bewildered his mind scrambling for some
understanding. "What happened to Aragorn?"

Sam cast a worried glance quickly at the group by the door that had become
silent at the mention of Aragorn’s name. Frodo following his glance spotted the
wizard and elves for the first time. "Gandalf? What happened to Aragorn?" he
shouted.

"Frodo you need to relax," the wizard replied as he came to Frodo’s side and
took a seat. "You’ve been very ill. Do not worry about Aragorn, he will be
alright." He took the hobbit’s hand in his own. "You need to worry about getting
well yourself."

"But, is he… alright? I do not remember anything. Not since Faramir’s wedding…
I…" Frodo stammered, shaking his head as if to clear the cobwebs that filled it.

"Frodo, he will be fine. Concentrate on yourself" Gandalf replied. Sam stood
behind him trying to put on a happy face for his ill friend.  "Now you just lie
back and relax.  Your back has healed thanks for Celeborn and Haldir. And I will
not let you put all their hard work to waste."  

Gandalf gently pushed Frodo back down onto the bed. Frodo too exhausted to
complain, closed his eyes and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Gandalf turned
to Sam, told him to keep watch over Frodo and that they would be back later. He
joined the elves and the three left the room with Sam watching over his dearest
friend. All were thinking that the loss of Frodo’s memory of the last few weeks
and how it would be a blessing or a curse.

~ ~ ~ ~

Elrond sought the council of Galadriel, Celeborn and Gandalf after a time. While
the news he shared with them was not as complete as he would have desired, it
was more than any of them could have hoped for.  Elrond struggled with how to
explain it all, for even he himself had never encountered such an affliction.

"She is tormented with a demon I’ve never encountered before. I asked her to
explain herself, her actions.  She is deeply remorseful of what she has been
done; yet she remembers so little of it. She is possessed by some phantom, some
witchcraft." 

"Her love and desire for Estel is so strong that at their first meeting she
became transfixed on his every movement. She imagined him beside her when he was
a world away. She said she could hear his voice and feel his touch upon her
skin." 

All gathered pondered Elrond’s word, attempting to find an answer to that which
plagued Arwen.

"It is almost as if she thought him to always be at her side. I know that Estel
felt a great love for her when they met. When Estel went into exile, the parting
tore away at that feeling and she clung to it in desperation. When he did not
return for her, something within her started break and tear open her mind. She
called out to the powers that be for help. That was when she met him."

"Met who?" Galadriel queried.

"Him, that is all she knows this creature by. She said he spoke to her, told her
things she wanted to hear. Told her of Estel. Arwen said she spent many days
speaking with this being, he comforted her when she was alone, sang to her as
Estel had sang, spoke the way Estel had spoken to her."

"Elrond, did she give you a description of the creature? Anything at all? Any
clue as to what it may be?" Celeborn asked.

"Nothing. The way in which she described it was that it was all light, yet all
darkness woven into the canvas of the being. She said it has the power of the
elves and can speak the ancient tongue of our people. The way she spoke of it
was almost as if it were an elf yet not. She confided her every desire and worry
to it."

"She expressed her despair at Estel’s not being there for her. Told it of her
concern that he might find another and leave her. Her mind wound unto itself and
has wrapped itself around a figure of Estel. This thing hears every whisper,
feels every movement and knows every secret hidden within her heart."

Elrond looked at the others and saw their confusion and concern. "She invited
this creature into her being, into her very soul! I know of no creature like
this. She told me that it went out to abolish those who would do her harm. And
in doing so found Estel and Frodo together and proceeded to destroy them for
their betrayal of her."

"I fear for any that disturbs what peace she has found at this moment. I fear
for any who would cause her grief. For certainly that is what has happened with
Estel and Frodo."

"You speak as though she knew of the relationship between Aragorn and Frodo. 
Yet this is a recent development for sure. How could she have known?" Gandalf
inquired resting his hand upon the elf’s hand.

Hanging his head Elrond whispered, "Whatever this ‘thing’ is, it has great
power. Power that has increased by joining with Arwen’s Elvin powers and
infected her entire being.  Even now I feel this thing searching the hallways of
this castle. Searching for Estel and Frodo."

The group was silent for a long time then discussed what was to be done next.
The final decision made the group prepare to leave Elrond to carry out their
assigned tasks. Celeborn, Galadriel and Haldir would take Arwen to Lothlorien in
hopes of dispelling the creature’s grasp on her without further disruption to
the people of Gondor. If this were not possible she would be taken to the Gray
Havens to complete the healing process. 

There was a knock at the door and Legolas was allowed entry. "Aragorn is awake.
He remembers all of it though the pain has greatly receded. He wishes to see
Frodo… I told him I would inquire as to…"

"No Legolas," Elrond replied quickly. "Tell him Frodo is sleeping and must not
be disturbed. I will be there momentarily to speak with him.  If he is overly
tired I will wait till he wakes again.  Legolas, do not allow him to go to
Frodo, the danger is too great to both of them still."

Legolas stood still for a moment staring at Elrond’s stricken face and the
serious faces of the rest of the group. Disbelief then a trace of fear past over
his features briefly before he nodded and left for Aragorn’s side.

"I will be the one to tell him of this and of the rest that must be done."
Elrond told the others. "She is my daughter and I take this responsibility as
such. It shall break his heart, but there is no other way."  He stood, bowed
slightly to the others and left for the king’s chambers.

~ ~ ~ ~ 

He could hear him arguing with Legolas before he even entered the rooms and when
he walked in he found Legolas and Gimli wrestling with Aragorn trying to keep
him in bed. 
Legolas was kneeling on the edge of the bed attempting to push him back into the
bed while Gimli grasping his arms on the other side of the bed trying to keep
him upon it at least.  The pain on Aragorn’s face was very evident as was his
determination to get out of the bed. 

"I’ll not be held prisoner in my own home Legolas I will go where I wish!"
Aragorn rasped quite out of breath.

"Aragorn you are not well yet," Legolas grunted with a great shove backward.
"Don’t make me worsen your pains by re-breaking some of those ribs… uuuuughh!!!
Stay in bed blast you!"

"Aragorn!" barked Gimli grasping his shoulders as he was pulled forward onto the
bed as Aragorn sat up again "this truly is not the way for a king to behave!"

"Let! Me! Go!" he bellowed finally slipping out of his captures grasps causing
them to fall into the bed and him to sprawl onto the floor at Elrond’s feet.

"Well Estel, you appear to be feeling better," Elrond chuckled despite himself
looking down into his foster son’s upturned face.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Sam?" The hobbit’s head popped up at the sound of Galadriel’s soft voice. "We
will need fresh Athelas to heal the last of Frodo’s wounds. Will you go?" He
nodded and raced to the door nearly knocking over Merry and Pippin as he rushed
out. Shouting at them to help they followed him down the paths to the gardens.

Upon reaching the gardens they found Gandalf there, waiting for them. Sitting
the hobbits down he began to tell them of the plans made earlier that day. While
they did not wish to have any part of it because it meant they would have to lie
to their dearest friend they soon relented, knowing that it was the best course
of action.

Frodo looked up at the Lady of the Wood, her beauty shone so brightly it lit up
the room. Sitting beside him she pushed an errant curl back from his forehead
and asked how he felt. 

"I’m feeling much stronger though I do not know, I mean I do not remember what
happened.  Sam will not tell me… no one will. Lady, please tell me so that I may
remember why I am here. The last that I remember is the wedding of Faramir and
Eowyn and bits and pieces after that." Frodo shook his head as if to clear the
fog that threatened to over take his mind.

"This is to be expected Frodo as you have been very ill since that time. You
have even missed the king’s wedding" Galadriel replied in an even silky voice
her face a mask.

"Their wedding? I missed it? Oh, I am so very sorry…" Frodo replied bowing his
head. 

"Frodo, there is nothing to be sorry for. You have been very ill and your well
being was far more important than a simple ceremony. The king and queen have
been most concerned and were very happy to hear you had awoken."

Frodo’s intense blue eyes stared up at Galadriel. She could see that he was
trying desperately to remember and make sense of what she was telling him. It
was the time to set the stage and for all her years it tore at her heart to do
so, causing her to hesitate. 

"Frodo, it is the king’s wish that you return to the Shire. He feels you would
best be served there for further recovery from the ailment. You leave in the
morning."

"So soon? But why?"

"Yes Frodo, so soon.  The king fears that something here in the city is what
caused your illness. While we tried desperately to find the cause we have been
unable to do so. He feels it is best that you leave before this ailment
reoccurs."

Sam, Merry and Pippin entered the room followed closely by Gandalf. The hobbits
busying themselves about the room so they did not have to face Frodo or answer
any questions.  Gandalf approaching the bed smiled as he took a seat beside it.

"Gandalf," Galadriel said "I was just telling Frodo of the king’s wishes, that
he is to leave for his home in the Shire on the morrow." 

Nodding the great wizard cast a smiling face upon his little friend "Yes, I must
agree with him.  We do not know what caused this illness and it is best that you
leave quickly while you have your strength. I, Legolas and Gimli will accompany
you as far as Bree."

"Then it is settled if that is what the king wants. May I see Aragorn before I
leave?" Frodo asked quietly.

Gandalf and Galadriel exchanged a brief glance before the wizard answered. "Yes
Frodo, you will see Aragorn before you leave. Now rest, you have long journey
before you." Turning to the hobbits wandering the edges of the room "Sam? See
that all is ready."

Sam nodded as he set off to prepare for the journey. Merry and Pippin stood for
a long moment before moving. Frodo smiled at them and they, with a wink and nod,
headed out the door after Sam. Frodo could not help but marvel at the fact that
his two dear friends seem to stand a little taller than before. Lying back on
his bed, he closed his eyes and searched for the veil of sleep.  He found it as
the image of Aragorn’s face drifted into his mind. 

The next morning dawned bright and warm. The horses were prepared and packed for
the journey. Pippin in his uniform as a guard of Gondor and Merry representing
Rohan stood by the horses. Sam and Gimli ensured that they had all the necessary
supplies. Frodo stood next to Gandalf and watched as the others busied
themselves. He still felt weak but not wanting to disobey the king’s wishes was
ready to go home.

Hearing a noise behind him he turned to see Lord Elrond, Legolas and standing
between them, Aragorn. He noted that his face was pale and drawn yet his eyes
were a brilliant green in the morning’s light. A sad smile crossed his face as
he approached Frodo.
"So, we part company again my friend. My heart is heavy though I am glad for it
means that you are well enough to do so." Aragorn murmured.

Frodo looked up into his face, tears threatening to fall from blue sapphire
pools. "Yes, I do feel better though I still do not know what happened to bring
on this illness. I do hope no one else has been afflicted with this." 

"No, no one else." Aragorn replied quietly. Taking Frodo’s hand in his own he
gave it a slight squeeze "I do hope that your return to the Shire will see you
happy and healthy again. You above all deserve that."

Aragorn struggling to maintain his composure turned to the others, wishing them
a safe journey he bid each one farewell.  Turning back to Frodo he got down on
one knee so that he could look into the hobbits eyes.

"Fare well my dear Frodo, I shall miss you" Aragorn mumbled as he brushed a curl
from his face. Frodo smiled brightly at the touch.

"And I you, Strider" Frodo chuckled "I’m sorry, old habits die hard Aragorn."

Aragorn smiled "I have many names Frodo, one or the other is of no difference to
me. Anyway, I like it when you call me Strider. Be well my friend, be happy."
Frodo nodded slightly then unable to contain himself pulled Aragorn into a great
hug.  Aragorn wrapped his arms around the hobbit holding tightly, his face
buried in Frodo’s shoulder trying to hold back the tears that threatened to
fall. 

After a short time they released their hold upon one and other. Aragorn rose and
went to stand beside Lord Elrond who wished them all well on their journey.
Horses were mounted and the party made their way out of the courtyard. Before
riding through the garden gates, Frodo turned back to look upon the king and
with a brief nod and brilliant smile, was gone.

Aragorn stood there for a long time, unwilling to leave. He could hear the calls
of the people of Gondor sending well wishes as the party made it’s way to the
gates of the city. Then he heard the gates as they closed behind them. Turning,
he stopped and looked at Elrond, his face a mixture of torment and hatred as he
gazed at the man whom he had known as father friend. 

"There is no other way Aragorn," Elrond said quietly.

"That does not mean I have to like telling the lies," Aragorn replied
disdainfully. Bringing his hand up to the pendant around his neck he held it for
a moment. Arwen had given it to him as a pledge of love. Now it felt like a
strangling steel chain that denied him his true love and his future happiness.
Pulling at it hard, he broke silver band that held it around his neck. Looking
at it briefly he held it out to Elrond "Give this back to your daughter, I no
longer want it or any other part of her."

He began making his way stiffly up the stairs. Reaching the landing he turned
and looked back down at Elrond whom was gazing at the pendant, his daughter’s
immortal life in his hand. 

"Elrond," Aragorn said as Elrond looked up and their eyes met. 

"It was the only way to keep him safe Estel" Elrond spoke softly. 

"I want her out of the city by nightfall my father."  With that, Aragorn turned
and made his way back to his chambers. He would never speak the name Arwen
again.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Seven years had past since their parting. Aragorn sat upon the throne of Gondor
a lonely man, yet the people of the White City thrived under his rule. They knew
nothing of what plagued their king’s heart only that some affliction had
stricken the woman who would have been his queen. That he remained alone,
unmarried upon the throne brought whispered concerns of the lack of an heir
should anything happen to King Elessar. 

They wished him well as he wandered the city from time to time. But with each
passing day, Aragorn became more despondent. His thoughts stretching out to the
little one who held his heart. Whenever Pippin came to Gondor he would draw the
hobbit into his private quarters and assault him with questions about his love.
Pippin would tell him of Frodo, how the wound of his trials plagued him yearly
but that he was well and working on a book. He seemed happy yet his heart held a
sadness that no one could dispel.

On the eve of the king’s seventh jubilee all members of the court had gathered
for the festival. Elrond had arrived earlier that day to tell him that Arwen had
left Middle Earth for the Gray Havens. The demon still holding her spirit had
grown weaker but had not lost its grasp. It was the only option left for her if
she was to be cured. She would never again set foot upon these shores. 

That night before the celebration, Aragorn made his decision. 

The next morning as the crowds gathered within the great hall, the sun shining
brightly through the colored glass windows. They awaited the king and murmurs
ran rampant through the court. The rumors of a new bride were on hopeful voices
as it had been every year since his coronation. 

King Eomer of Rohan and Lord Faramir watched as Lady Eowyn cooed and whispered
to the giggling bundle in her arms.  The fourth son of Faramir and Eowyn
struggling to get free and join his brothers who ran about those gathered in a
quiet game of tag. Legolas and Gimli were there, debating the sights they had
seen as the children wondered at the strange pair. Merry and Pippin stood guard
silently at the sides of the throne awaiting the king’s arrival. Elrond stood
along with Gandalf the White near the doorway to the Great Hall. 

Silence reverberated against the walls as the doors opened and all saw a man,
dressed in black, a hooded cloak pulled down low against his face.  A gasp rang
throughout those gathered as the man pulled back the hood and the face of the
king was revealed.  His face was determined as he walked down the aisle toward
the throne, the slender circlet of gold upon his head. Reaching the place where
Faramir stood with Eowyn he stopped, turning toward him with a gentle smile on
his face.

His voice was clean and clear as he spoke the words that would change the face
of all of Middle Earth.

"My friends hear me now as I wish to be brief and what I have to say is not
without a heavy heart. I wish this kingdom to continue in peace without war.
Before me stands Faramir, Lord of Ithilien. He has proven himself through his
service as The Steward of Gondor and during the War of the Ring. He has assisted
me over the last 7 years in many ways. He is a good and fair leader, much
deserving of more than that which he has been allotted in life. I feel it is
time that he should receive that which only I can give."

Aragorn stepped closer and nodding to Faramir told him to "take a knee."
Faramir, his face a mixture of surprise and curiosity glanced to Eowyn and Eomer
and then bent down on one knee before the king, bowing his head. Drawing Narsil
from his scabbard, he lightly touched the sword to each of Faramir’s shoulders.
Faramir looked up into Aragorn’s face. 

"I Aragorn son of Arathorn, heir to Isildur and the kingdom of Gondor, King
Elessar of the House of Telecontar do hereby abdicate my throne to Faramir of
Ithilien." 

The silence was deafening as they all watched Aragorn remove the band of gold
from his own head and place it on Faramir’s.  "My Lord…" Faramir stammered as he
stood up.

"You are king now Faramir. Do what you know to be fair and just. I have no doubt
that you will be all that this kingdom will need to thrive. And you come with
heirs, which is something I could never have given this kingdom. I will not
leave this land to wander in search of a king as my ancestor did." Aragorn bowed
slightly. "Now my lord, I beg your leave as I wish to depart immediately."

Faramir looked to his dear friend and saw the pain of loss that had shone in his
eyes for so long. Knowing the reason for the sorrow Faramir could not deny him
and nodding his assent said "Go swiftly to your hearts desire my friend."

Aragorn nodded and turned to King Eomer, "My lord, I ask to have passage through
the Gap of Rohan as my journey takes me northward and Rohan is the quickest
route."

Eomer somewhat taken aback by all he had just witnessed, nodded "You have my
leave. But my lord allow me to gather a contingent of guards to accompany you."

"I have no need of guards my lord" Aragorn replied glancing behind him as
Legolas, Gimli, Merry and Pippin had come to stand by his side. "I already have
all the protection I will ever need."

"Godspeed Aragorn. Be at peace." Eomer said with a smile.

Aragorn and his companions bowed to the two kings and walked slowly down the
aisle toward the doors. As he passed the people of Gondor bowed heads with
reverence for the man who was their greatest king and friend. When he reached
Elrond and Gandalf he turned and placing his hand to his forehead and lips asked
his foster father for his leave. 

A sad smile crossed Elrond’s face as he responded, "Go in peace Estel, my son."

Turning to Gandalf the kindly wizard smiled and clapped a hand to his shoulder
with a squeeze. "I will see you on the paths in the woods my friend. Be happy
and give my regards to Frodo. Go in peace Aragorn."

Aragorn smiled "Gandalf, my old friend, the name is Strider."

TBC ~ BU

Title: Stolen Night 10/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo back in present day Shire, having spent the day remembering the
past he finds many things still hidden in the mist. But soon all his questions
will be answered.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?!
Warning: Aaaww… comfort sex after being so long apart! Graphic
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I’ll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior
especially Sue and Trish who held my hand because I thought this was ending! But
the boys weren’t done yet! And Thank You Frodo for screaming with laughter...
you slay me!

Installment 10 - Reunion

Frodo blinked once, then twice. How long had he been here, beneath the trees
daydreaming? His stomach was rumbling and he wished he had eaten something for
breakfast. Looking toward the golden red clouds against the deepening violet
skies he realized he’d been there all day.

Funny, he thought to himself, the memories didn’t hurt so much anymore. What
silly state of affairs he had gotten himself into with Faramir. He silently
wished the Lord of Ithilien well in his marriage. When last he saw Pippin and
Merry they had told him of their children, three fine sons and another on the
way. How long ago was that? His mind could no longer tell. He spent so much time
on his book that the world outside just seemed to roll by.

Gazing at the deepening reds and golds he closed his eyes and drifted back
again. He saw Aragorn sitting on the sill, singing an old song in elvish and
looking out upon the city. Frodo held his breath as he looked upon him. His
profile in the light of the setting sun was striking. His noble brow and strong
chin, the light shimmering off of his long dark hair. He was ruggedly handsome
and Frodo felt a stirring in his belly, like butterflies sending chills as they
landed on his skin. As Aragorn finished the song a soft smile came to his face
and his eyes shown brilliantly against the darkening sky, Frodo let out a sigh
despite his efforts to remain silent. Aragorn turned to look at him. His smile
remained on his face as he came to Frodo’s side, kneeling on the floor beside
his bed.

"Did you rest well?" he asked. Only it wasn’t Aragorn’s voice he heard. Popping
open his eyes he saw Legolas standing before him.

"Legolas!" he exclaimed jumping to his feet and rushing to hug the tall slender
elf who managed to stay on his feet though he thought he would fall.

"Frodo! How are you? You are well?" the elf asked, his bright eyes sparkling in
the twilight. 

"Well, of course I’m well! What are you doing here?" Frodo beamed excitedly as
his old friend. "I thought I would never see you again!"

"Nor I you dear Frodo! As for what I’m doing here, I’m looking for you and here
you are!" the elf beamed back.

"Me?"

"Yes you, you silly hobbit. Who else would I be looking for? Sam? He’s at Bag
End worried sick about you by the way." Legolas said with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, I’ve been here all day… it was so nice I didn’t want to go home and… I’m
sorry Legolas, I didn’t mean to worry any one," the hobbit replied sincerely.

"Frodo!!" a pair of voices rang out as Merry and Pippin came charging out of the
brush and rushed directly at the elf and hobbit. Legolas jumping nimbly out of
the way as the threesome tumbled onto the grass with the force of their charge.

"Merry! Pippin! Oh it is so good to see you both!" Frodo cheered from beneath
them.  His smile was glowing as he continued, "What is this? I go for a walk and
Sam sends out an army to find me?" 

"Well if you hadn’t been gone all day!!" Merry replied, "He wouldn’t have had to
would he?"

"Besides, he needed people of intelligence for this sort of mission, quest,
thing!" Pippin said laughing and rolling his eyes. "Alright, get it over with!"

"That leaves you out Pip!" Frodo, Merry and Legolas all yelled together
laughing. Pippin throwing his hands up to his head.

"I can’t believe I just said that… again!" They were all laughing as Frodo gazed
around at his gathered friends. His smiled became brighter with the love he
felt.

"Well, let’s get back to Bag End then," Frodo said as he and his friends stood
up.

"We can’t," replied Merry "Legolas can not go further into the Shire without
being arrested for breaking the king’s law. Besides, we have other plans for you
Frodo me lad!" Clapping Frodo on his good shoulder he started heading out of the
clearing they were in down the path. Turning back briefly he called back "Well,
come on!"

Legolas bowing slightly swept a hand toward the path and Pippin gave Frodo a
gentle shove toward it. With a laugh and an inquisitive look to the elf he began
down the path after Merry with Legolas and Pippin close behind.

"So tell me all the news, what of Gondor? And the King and Queen?" Frodo asked
anxiously. Legolas and Pippin exchanged a brief glance. "And Gimli! Legolas, are
you and Gimli still traveling together?"

"So full of questions Frodo" the elf answered. "I’ll grant you your boon. Yes,
Gimli and I are still traveling together. You’ll see him soon in fact. And
Gondor is rebuilt and thriving."

"And Aragorn and Arwen? What of them?" Frodo asked turning to face him as they
came to the edge of a small lake.

"Well," the elf said rather hesitantly.

"Master Baggins! It is good to see you again and in good health!" a voice boomed
behind Frodo. Whipping around he found himself face to face with the kindly
dwarf and soon clenched within a massive bear hug.

"Gimli! Oh it is so good to see you! I’ve missed you all so! What a treat this
is!" Frodo said as the dwarf lifted him off the ground with his hug. When he was
finally released the small group stood there catching up on the news of what had
been going on across Middle Earth. So little news had come into the Shire in the
last year, Frodo was eager for what ever he could get. Eventually, he came back
to the question that Legolas had not answered before. "What of the king and
queen?"

"Well," Legolas began again, "I think that is a question best asked of Aragorn." 
Following Legolas’ direction as he pointed over across the water Frodo saw the
man standing in the trees, his dark cloak and hood covering his body.  

"Aragorn?" Frodo gasped thinking his eyes deceived him stood frozen at the
waters edge.  As the man across the lake pushed back his hood and smiled at the
hobbit. "Aragorn!" Frodo yelled as he jumped and ran directly into the water.  

By the time he reached the other side he was sopping wet and Aragorn was
laughing so hard he wasn’t prepared for Frodo to tackle him as he did. Falling
back into the over grown grasses they held each other tightly.  The small party
standing on the other side was all smiles and they turned to leave their friends
in peace.

"Oh Frodo." Aragorn whispered against the hobbits curly dark hair. "I have
missed you so much." 

Frodo was laughing as he sat up "Oh my stars, here I am tackling the king! I
expect to be shackled and chained for such a display but I don’t care! I too
have missed you so much!"

"Truly Frodo?" Aragorn asked quietly a wistful smile on his face as he gazed
into Frodo’s eyes, brushing an errant curl from his face. His finger tracing
lightly along his cheek.

Frodo smiled. "Yes Aragorn, I have missed you. I’ve missed all of my friends and
am so glad…" Frodo glancing back over the pond realized that his welcoming party
had disappeared. "But, where have they gone? They were there a moment ago.
Aragorn?" Turning a confused look back to Aragorn, searching for some answer
there.

"I’ve asked them to leave us alone Frodo, so we could talk."

"Is anything wrong?" Frodo said slowly

"No Frodo, nothing is wrong. Or at least I hope nothing is wrong." Aragorn
replied rather softly. Concern clearly visible in his emerald eyes, Frodo
hesitated slightly then smiled. "Come on, you’ve managed to get us both drenched
with your little trip across the water. I’ve built a fire where we can dry
ourselves." 

Frodo followed as Aragorn rose and started down the path toward the small
clearing where he had set his camp. He offered Frodo food and drink as they
settled down near the fire. They spoke of trivial matters in between bites of
food. Aragorn chuckled as he watched Frodo downing the food like as though he
hadn’t seen any for months instead of just for one day. 

Frodo was squirming a little while he finished his supper. Something wasn’t
right. He could not place his finger on it but he felt it. It was the same
feeling he had after having one of those dreams. The dreams of him and Aragorn
that could not possibly have happened because Aragorn was happily married to
Arwen and while he hadn’t heard if they had children or not he assumed they did
and that they were very happy. 

The mere thought of those dreams brought a blush to his cheeks and he tried not
to smile overly much.  He chided himself for such thoughts. Yet as he glanced to
where Aragorn was sitting he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly and wish those
dreams were real.

Aragorn sat quietly smoking while Frodo ate. He picked at his food not really
hungry. Just knowing that all these years that Frodo had no memory of what they
shared tore at his heart. 

He had badgered poor Pippin with more questions than he cared to admit to over
those years. Pippin always told him the same thing, ‘he just doesn’t seem to
remember it at all. Which was probably a good thing. He’d die of a broken heart
if he did and couldn’t be with you. Though he asks after you quite often.’ Every
time Pippin would say this, it was always followed by "I hate lying to him
Aragorn. It’s just not right."

The guilt of what everyone who knew of their relationship, the lies weighed on
him more and more everyday. It had helped make his decision for him for he knew
he could never ask Frodo to join him in Gondor. It would never have worked and
the people of Middle Earth deserved better than that for all the generations
that had suffered because of his bloodlines’ weakness.

Now here he sat, mute. He had played out what he was going to say to Frodo a
million times, over and over just to get all the words right. Now sitting here,
just an arm’s length away from him, his words failed him. 

How do you tell someone that they had been living a ‘lie’ for over seven years,
a lie that they themselves did not even know about?  He had hoped that the
memories would come flooding back when they met up again but he could tell they
had not.  He watched Frodo under veiled lids. He seemed to be lost in his own
thoughts when a large sweet smile and a blush pass over Frodo’s face. Aragorn
cringed inwardly thinking that the gods were cruel because sitting this close to
him again and not being able to hold him in his arms was pure torture.

"Frodo?"

"Yes Strider?" Frodo laughed. "Sorry, you look so much more like this ranger I
met in Bree than the king of Gondor."

Aragorn smiled "Well, that is intentional. Um… How much do you remember about
your illness while Gondor?"

Frodo searched Aragorn’s face looking for the reason he was bringing this up.
"Very little actually. I mean I have brief glimpses of things that have nothing
to do with the illness." Frodo blushed profusely and cast his eyes downward.
"But, um, I don’t remember getting ill. I’m sorry I missed your wedding. I
wanted so much to be there for you. I try constantly to remember what happened
but I don’t know what is real and what is not."

"The last thing I remember is feeling so badly about Faramir’s wedding and going
to the feast." Frodo was quiet for a moment before continuing. "Everyone was
having so much fun and I… well… I remember being there until everyone was gone.
Then? Why can’t I remember this Aragorn?" 

He looked up at Aragorn as the tears fell down his cheeks "I drives me to pure
distraction sometimes to the point that I just spend hours staring out the
window trying to grasp it. Its important I know it is! But it’s like a door that
won’t open."

Aragorn struggled against his own emotions. Frodo jumped to his feet and began
pacing back and forth and around the fire. His frustration at his inability to
remember exactly what happened came bubbling to the top.  "Why Aragorn? Why
can’t I remember anything?" He was angry now, near screaming at the top of his
lungs. "I should remember this! I need to remember this! Gah!"

"Frodo." Aragorn said quietly.

"What!" Frodo yelled as he stopped his pacing and turned on Aragorn.

"Sit down please. I think I can help you remember." Aragorn replied calmly.

Frodo dropped his head and took his place again by the fire. "I’m sorry Aragorn,
this just makes me so angry that I cannot remember anything." 

"Frodo. Please know that what I have to tell you I say with a heavy heart. I
would have had you know this from the beginning but it was too dangerous. Though
I would have protected you to my own death I could not fight this thing. So I
agreed to lie to you. I should never have agreed to this, you must believe me
Frodo."

Frodo looked into Aragorn’s face and saw the pain there. "Lie? What lie? What
are you talking about Aragorn?"

Aragorn felt as though he was going to be ill and he could no longer hold back
his own tears. The fell unheeded from his eyes. "It’s best if I start from the
beginning and fill in the darkness that clouds your mind and your memories." 

Looking forward into the depths of the fire he began to tell Frodo all that had
occurred since Faramir’s wedding. Their first night together following the feast
and the weeks of secret meetings throughout the city. Frodo listened intently
realizing that the glimpses he thought to be dreams were real events. When he
told him of their love for one and other, he didn’t know whether to jump for joy
or scream like a mad fool.

Then Aragorn told him of the feast the day before his betrothed was set to
arrive and of the attack upon them in his chambers. 

Frodo remembered none of this and hearing Aragorn’s word he was glad he did not.
The ranger’s hands were trembling when he spoke in detail of the attack and
something of the attacker. For the first time in years he spoke her name and it
felt like acid on his tongue. 

"Aragorn? If Arwen did all this, why did you marry her?" Frodo asked. Aragorn
didn’t answer and continued to stare into the fire. "Aragorn? Why did you marry
her?" 

Aragorn mumbled something intelligible and Frodo came over to kneel next to him,
taking his trembling hands in his own. "I didn’t understand you." He whispered.

Aragorn looked into the deep blue pools so filled with bewilderment repeated his
answer. "I didn’t marry her Frodo. I was never married."

The realization of what Aragorn just said flooded over Frodo’s entire being. He
felt as though he couldn’t breathe, he was visibly shaking now as he released
Aragorn’s hands. Aragorn watched as the bewilderment in Frodo’s eyes turned to
anger. 

"You lied to me. You all lied to me! Why would you do that? What purpose would
it serve?" Frodo was back on his feet and backing away from Aragorn. "Why would
you do that?" he yelled.

"You have every right to be angry Frodo…"

"Damn right I do! If you loved me so much why would you let me wander through
the last seven years thinking you were married? Why would you leave me here,
alone in the Shire all these years? I’ve been trying to understand why no one
would have anything to do with me, why I never felt anything for anyone! Why I
felt like my heart belonged to someone I would never know!"

"I’m sorry Frodo."

"Sorry? Sorry he says! I’ve been alone here! Nothing but my book! And you’re
sorry?" Frodo began to pace about the fire again screaming at the top of his
lungs at the trees and anything else that could hear. 

"Frodo, there is more to this, please let me explain." Aragorn pleaded in
between Frodo’s screams. 

"Yes! Explain! Explain this to me Aragorn because I do not understand why you
would do this to me if you loved me the way you claimed to!"

Swallowing hard, Aragorn continued his tale, what Elrond had learned of the
creature Arwen had become possessed by. He told of the council held between the
elves and Gandalf, of the decision to use Frodo’s memory loss to protect him
from further attacks. Of the hours he argued with Elrond about not wanting to do
this, to live this lie. Of Legolas and Gimli not wanting to live this lie. Of
Sam, Merry and Pippin not wanting to live this lie. 

He told him of how his heart broke at their parting in the garden that morning
and of Arwen’s exile to Lothlorien. Of his years on the throne, mindlessly
performing his duties required of him. His wandering alone about the city
thinking of nothing else but the love he had lost. He told of all the times he
badgered Pippin for any little snippet of news. Of the guilt that shattered his
very soul and the hope he felt when Elrond told him of Arwen’s departure to the
Gray Havens. Aragorn fell silent, wiping the tears from his face.

Frodo had listened quietly. He felt his anger drain away with every word spoken.
Watching Aragorn he realized that his own loneliness was nothing in comparison
to what Aragorn had felt. He had known all this and was powerless to do
anything. He had dedicated his own life to protect him, just as he had done at
the Council of Elrond so many years before. 

"So you decided to come here when you knew I would be safe, with Arwen no longer
in Middle Earth?" Frodo asked, his voice trembling.

"Yes."

"Are we truly safe?"

"Yes."

Frodo looked around him as though there was something he should do, something
that would make all of this just go away. Aragorn sat with his face in his
hands, his shoulder’s shaking with silent sobs. "Forgive me Frodo. Please
forgive me." 

Frodo rushed to his side him and pulled him into his arms "Of course I forgive
you. Forgive me for being an ass!" he exclaimed as Aragorn wrapped his arms
around him.

"You have done nothing to cause offence my love!" Aragorn cried as he held him
tightly to his chest.

Frodo took Aragorn’s face in his hands and kissed his lips lightly. "Forgive me
my love, for I have made you cry and I did not mean to."

Aragorn smiled "You’re forgiven Frodo, though it is not you that has made me
cry. It is the lost years that make me weep!"

"We may have lost some years my love, but we have eternity to make up for it."
Frodo said as he began to kiss away the tears from Aragorn’s face. Their lips
pressed together as they drank each other in. All the pain and misery they had
both felt for so long seemed to dissolve with those tears that had fallen to the
ground.

Aragorn’s hands ran down Frodo’s back to his slim waist. "I have missed you so
much." He whispered. 

"And I you," Frodo replied as moved in front of him, his hands gently pushing
Aragorn’s knees apart as he knelt down in front of him. Frodo’s hands running up
his outer legs to his waist and over his chest began to tug at the ties of
Aragorn’s coat. Aragorn cupping Frodo’s buttocks in his hands gently squeezed
and pulled Frodo closer against him. A soft moan escaped Frodo’s lips as he felt
the rising bulge of Aragorn’s loins against his belly and the fire in his own
was lit.

"Oh Frodo" Aragorn moved his hands up and pulled the hobbits shirt out of the
back of his breeches, sliding his hands underneath and over the silken soft
skin. Frodo kissed Aragorn’s chin moving downward as he loosened his coat and
shirt and pulled them open wide, his hands traveling lightly over the soft tufts
of hair to the hardening peaks of his nipples. Aragorn groaned as his lightly
twisted the pink nubs.

He slid one hand down over Aragorn’s belly and pulled at the ties for his
trousers. Having loosened them he slid his hand in and wrapped it around the
stiffening member causing Aragorn to gasp at the touch. Squeezing gently his
hand moved over the length, then holding firmer and moving faster Aragorn’s
breathe caught in his throat.

Aragorn could no longer bear the tightness of his pants and pushed them down
over his hips then tugging at the buttons on the front of Frodo’s breeches
loosened them and pushed them down as well. Frodo smiled as he thrust his hips
forward toward Aragorn’s greedy hands. He continued his ministrations while
licking at the soft skin at the base of Aragorn’s neck. 

Both men were glistening as the firelight danced off the fine sheen of sweat
that had broken out upon their bodies. Soon their motions were as one, stroking
the rigid shafts, their thrusting hips pushing the sensitive tips together now
and then, shooting sparks of heat through their bodies in waves. Backs arched
forward, they rested the their forehead’s on each other’s shoulders. Frodo’s
short light gasps punctuated Aragorn’s deep rolling growl.

The friction continued to build as their bodies rocked back and forth climbing
higher and harder toward the pinnacle of liberation. Aragorn took Frodo’s free
hand in his own; palm-to-palm their fingers intertwined squeezing tightly. Their
rigid members throbbing, straining for release as they bent forward, cheeks
pressed tightly together. Both men feeling as though their hearts would burst
cried out in unison as both reached their climax. Their hot seed spilling out
over their hands mixing and becoming one. Panting heavily neither made a move to
separate themselves as spasms continued to rock through their bodies. 

Moving their hands around each other’s waists they pulled close to one and
other. As their throbbing members touched it sparked more lightning and residual
releases. The force of their muscles contracting and relaxing making them hold
onto the other all the tighter.  Faces buried in each other’s shoulders both
whispered words of love and promises to never again be parted. They stayed this
way for a very long while.

As their bodies relaxed Aragorn broke the embrace and began to remove the rest
his clothing and Frodo followed suit. Rising to his feet he took Frodo’s hand
and they walked back down the path to the lake and slipped into the cool water.
Hands moving over the other’s body, wiping away remains of their love making.  

Dipping below the water and breaking the glassy top they held each other again
for a time.  The full moon shining down on their bodies reflecting like
starlight in their wake they left the water and made their way back to the fire.
Aragorn placing a soft blanket on the ground they lay face to face placing soft
kisses on each other’s skin as fingers trailed over their spent bodies.

"Aragorn?"

"Yes my love?"

"I like it when you call me that," Frodo giggled.

"My love, my love, my love…" Aragorn whispered against Frodo’s neck making the
hairs on Frodo’s body stand on end giving me goose bumps.

"Stop that! It tickles!" Frodo laughed squirming within Aragorn’s arms, which
only made Aragorn do it some more along with tickling Frodo’s sides until he was
screaming with laughter. 

"Gah! Stop! Stop I can’t breathe!" he yelled as they wrestled upon the blanket
until they were both panting heavily for breath and tears were running down
their faces from laughter. 

Aragorn rolled over on his back and Frodo snuggled up along his side, resting
his head on Aragorn’s chest.  He trailed his fingers across the soft hair and
breathed in his scent. "Aragorn? Can I ask you something?"

"Yes my love?" he replied with a pinch to his bottom.

"Stop!" Frodo cried out making Aragorn chuckle again. "Stop, this is serious."

"Ok," he giggled devilishly. Frodo lifted his head and looked into Aragorn’s
eyes so he could see he truly had something serious to ask him. "What is it my
love?"

"What happens now? I mean do I go with you to Gondor? Would you even want me to
go with you to Gondor?" he asked timidly.

"Why would we go to Gondor?" Aragorn asked back.

"Well, because you’re the king. That is where the throne is. Certainly you can
not rule your kingdom from here?" Frodo replied, his forehead creasing with
confusion over Aragorn’s question.

"Frodo I’m no longer king."

"What?" Frodo burst out sitting straight up. "What do you mean you’re no longer
king? How can that be? After all you did for Gondor they’ve taken it away from
you?

Aragorn propped himself up on an elbow "Frodo calm down. They didn’t take
anything away from me. I gave it away." Frodo looked into his face and saw that
he was perfectly calm and seemed perfectly sane, yet he was utterly confused by
this new turn of events.

"You gave it away? Why?" he asked quietly.

"I realized some time ago that if you and I were to be together and happy I
could not be on the throne of Gondor. It would not be fair to the people or to
us. They needed a king that could be fair and just as well as give them an heir
to continue the line of kings. And unless I’m mistaken," Aragorn replied with a
lift of an eyebrow as he trailed a finger down Frodo’s chest "heirs are
something that you and I together cannot achieve."

Frodo sat silently for a moment looking into the green eyes that gazed up at
him. His mind was a whirl of disbelief.  "You gave it up? You gave it all up for
me?"

Aragorn reached out and ran the back of his fingers along Frodo’s cheek. He
sighed and with a smile said, "Yes my love."

TBC ~ BU

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Title: Stolen Night 11/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo and Aragorn reunited face their future together and make a quick
trip to Bag End
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?!
Warning: YAY Sex! Graphic
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I’ll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior
when I inflicted this upon them… especially Sue, Vic and Trish! 

Installment 11 – Back to Bag End

Frodo was quiet for a long while just staring at Aragorn in disbelief. "I just
can’t believe it Aragorn. I mean I’m in shock. No one has ever done anything
like that for me before."

"Yes, well, get used to it my dear Frodo. I intend to make sure you are never
hurt or alone again. I love you too much." Aragorn replied as he cupped Frodo’s
chin in his hand and gently kissed his lips.

A single tear ran down Frodo’s cheek as he wrapped his arms around him "I love
you so much Aragorn words cannot begin to express it!"

Aragorn enfolded him in his arms and they lay back down on the blanket.  "Don’t
cry my love, I cannot bear it."

"These are tears of joy Aragorn for I have never before been this happy." Frodo
whispered. Aragorn propped himself up on one elbow and looked down into the
large blue smiling eyes.

"Then I’ll allow them my love. But Frodo, you are right; we do need to think
about where it is we will go from here. We cannot stay in the Shire and I would
not want to go back to Gondor. I feel I would undermine anything that Faramir
would do for the city by just being present."

"You’re right" Frodo replied as his mind drifted off to ponder their
predicament. Aragorn watched him, knowing that he would think long a long time
on what they should do next. 

"Frodo?"

"Hmm…" Frodo replied staring up at the nighttime sky, his thoughts a million
miles away. Aragorn moved fingertips over his chest and belly but received no
response from the hobbit that was still deep in thought.

"Frodo?" He asked more earnestly but received no answer. "Hmm… Well I see I’ll
have to take things into my own hands," he mumbled to himself as he bent over
and started to nibble at Frodo’s neck. Frodo’s hand absently running through
Aragorn’s hair as he moved lower to his chest, licking at the nipples that
hardened with the touch. 

A soft moan escaped Frodo’s lips "Uhm… You’re right though; we cannot go back to
Gondor. That feels good," he said absently.

Aragorn grinned knowing he was breaking through the steel trap that held Frodo’s
mind elsewhere. He knew what he would have to do to thoroughly break Frodo’s
concentration as this had happened once before when they were in Gondor
together. As Aragorn recalled the subject then had something to do with a gift
for Sam’s birthday.

Aragorn’s hand slid lower into the soft hair and around the base of his shaft. 
He could feel his pulse pounding beneath the skin as his hand moved lower
fondling the soft sack below. With a soft but firm motion he began to massage
him as his lips moved lower over his body.

"Um… we could go… oh!" Frodo breathed, "There is a place… Mmmm…" 

Aragorn could feel Frodo stiffen against his wrist and he continued to tease and
manipulate the soft skin that was getting tighter. Muscles contracted beneath
his touch as his lips continued to move over the soft skin of Frodo’s belly.
Frodo brought a hand up to his mouth.

Through clenched teeth he muttered, "We could go further east… um… Aragorn?"

Aragorn stopped kissing Frodo long enough to say "Be quiet my love."

"Ok… oh my stars" was the moaned reply. Grinning Aragorn continued his dissent
lower as his hands moved to the soft skin of Frodo’s inner thighs. Kneading the
muscles firmly he spread them wide and positioned himself between Frodo’s legs.
 
Placing a hand at the base of the erect staff Aragorn gently moved his fingers
up and down its length. Frodo’s breathing came in ragged gasps as pulsing
sensations shot through every inch of his being. Aragorn licked his thumb then
rubbed it over the delicate tip; he was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath
from the hobbit that grabbed at the blanket beneath him.

Still moving his fingers across the rigid member Aragorn kissed and licked the
head. Frodo slapped at the ground trying to hold back his release. Vibrations
rocketed through his body as he thrust his hips upward and himself into
Aragorn’s mouth. His hot wet tongue twirling around him and Frodo yelped at the
touch. 

"Ara… gorn!"

The cry made Aragorn’s movements faster and harder. Firmly twisting his hand
around the base he pulled up as he sucked at the throbbing pulse beneath his
lips. Frodo’s legs wrapped around his chest pulling him in closer to his body,
driving him deeper into the intense raining fire. 

Frodo whimpering in between gasping breaths as Aragorn moved with him faster and
faster. "Please Aragorn" he cried as the motion seemed to continue on forever
then bursting into a blinding white light his release flowed hot over Aragorn’s
tongue who drank him in deeply. His back arched repeatedly as the sensations
racked his body over and over. 

"Frodo! Let me go!" Aragorn wheezed and Frodo realized he had constricted his
legs so tight around Aragorn chest he couldn’t breathe.  Releasing him Aragorn
took in a sharp breath and panting looked up at Frodo with a smirk on his face.
"This is what I get for trying to please you?"

"Oh…" Frodo pushed himself up and drew Aragorn into his arms. "I’m so … sorry."
He panted out. "I didn’t mean too! Oh my lord…" he said as he fell back to the
ground. "Oh … " He closed his eyes and rolled his head from side to side as
convulsions of pleasure continued to streak across the muscles of his body.

Exhausted and still trying to catch his breath, Aragorn lay between Frodo’s legs
resting his head on his belly, his arms wrapping around his waist. As their
breathing slowed into a steady rhythmic pace, both fell into a deep untroubled
sleep for the first time in years.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~


Early the next morning Frodo woke up to find Aragorn had moved and now laid by
his side with the blanket wrapped around them. The fire was mere ashes and the
cool damp air of the forest left a light frost on the leaves around them. 
Shivering he jumped up, tucked the blanket close around Aragorn and pulling on
his breeches and shirt began building another fire. 

By the time Aragorn awoke he not only had the fire built up but a pot of coffee
brewing. Aragorn peeking his head out from under the blanket, smiled as he saw
Frodo busy at putting together something for them to eat. "Good morning" he
mumbled, his head still filled with sleep.

"Good morning!" Frodo chirped. "Did you sleep well? I did! My but that was the
best night’s sleep I’ve had in ages." Frodo continued to talk happily about the
forest and all that had come to past in the Shire over the last seven years as
he continued to fix the morning meal.

A broad smile came to Aragorn’s and he began to laugh. "What’s so funny?" Frodo
asked as he looked up at him with a grin.

"You are my love. We’ve not been together but half a day and already you’re
taking care of me as though I were some doddering old fool." Sitting up he
winced at a pain in his side.

"Are you alright?" Frodo said as he came over to Aragorn’s side concerned that
he may be hurt. Aragorn moved to his knees but grunting silently against the
spasm in his back sat back on his heels.

"I am fine," Aragorn replied trying not to grin overly much "just remind me to
never again lie between your legs my love as you nearly crushed my ribs last
night." 

Frodo screwed his face into a mock look of anger "Well if that’s the way you’re
going to be about it, I’m leaving! Humph!" He stood up and whirling around made
to stalk away as Aragorn wrapped his arms around his waist pulling him into his
lap. Frodo crossed his arms and glared at him causing Aragorn to laugh out loud.
Frodo soon joined him.

"Oh Frodo. You have no idea how I have needed to laugh." He nuzzled into Frodo’s
shoulder kissing his neck lightly. Frodo enveloped him in his arms settling his
forehead against Aragorn’s shoulder.

"I didn’t really hurt you last night did I?" he asked timidly.

Aragorn chuckled some more "No love, I only jest." Continue his kisses across
Frodo’s breastbone he whispered, "Nothing you could ever do would hurt me."
Frodo sighed and forgot all about breakfast.  He could feel the swelling of
Aragorn’s loins against his leg and a secret smile lit up his face.  

Moving his hands down Aragorn’s sides and moving inward his found the prize it
sought. Aragorn sighed against Frodo’s skin raising goose bumps and shiver down
his spine. "Why did you have to get dressed?" Aragorn asked as he started
tugging at the buttons of his breeches.

"It was cold and I wasn’t thinking obviously." Frodo replied as their lips met,
softly at first, then harder together. Their tongues searching met in
desperation of desire. As Aragorn grasped Frodo gently then more firmly, Frodo
responded by squeezing more tightly. 

Hands moved over flesh searching for hold as they pulled together more closely.
For all the promise of future the desperation of the years apart pressed heavily
on them. Then all stopped as Aragorn frozen by a spasm in his back yelped in
pain. Frodo’s eyes flew open and saw the pain in his eyes.

"I did hurt you last night! Why didn’t you tell me?" Frodo fretted as they he
let go of each other and he crawled off of his lap. 

"I didn’t think it was that bad and truly it is not. More of a twinge than any
damage Frodo." Aragorn grunted as he tried to move.

"Where does it hurt and stop telling me it doesn’t hurt because it’s written all
over your face." Frodo frowned at him. 

"My back."

"OK then, lie down on your stomach. Come on, don’t make me tell you again."
Seeing the determination in Frodo’s eyes Aragorn decided not to argue the point
with him but did remind him of the ‘state’ of things in his lower regions. Frodo
blushed lightly and with a giggle moved around behind Aragorn.  Frodo slowly
tested the muscles of his back. Finding the tender spots he began to gently
massage the aches. 

Moving his hands over his body he wondered at the small scars he never knew were
there but repressed any questions. Aragorn moaning softly under his touch felt a
growing need in his loins and soon was too uncomfortable not to do anything
about it. Taking himself in hand he began to match the movements of Frodo’s
hands on his back.

Seeing this Frodo leaned forward and whispered in his ear "You’re distracting me
Nin melethron." Aragorn managed a small grunt, too far gone to care before
telling him to do something about it.

Kissing his shoulder Frodo reached around him and placing his hand over
Aragorn’s continued the motion. Then pushing his breeches down over his hips and
taking hold of himself matched the motion. Both sighed with each squeeze. Frodo
leaning against his back Aragorn could feel the hardness against his buttocks
and the touch sent delicious chills course down his spine causing him to arch
against the motion. 

Frodo pulled his hand away from Aragorn’s and lifting his fingers to his mouth
licked at the taste of Aragorn’s skin on his. The pain forgotten Aragorn bent
further forward as Frodo slid his wet fingertips over his buttocks to the valley
between and the tight entrance. Hands moving as one Aragorn gasped, panting as
the fingers slid slowly inward. Rubbing motion matching the outward hands.

"Frodo please, I need you!" he breathed. 

"Yes my love," Frodo sighed removing his fingers and with deft hands parted the
cheeks and thrust his rigid member in their place. Aragorn cried out and falling
forward he held himself up with one hand as the other hand remained in play and
Frodo thrust forward in time. 

Aragorn’s heart was pounding in his ears and all else disappeared, as all he
could feel was the pressure and tightness, the friction fore and aft. He felt as
though he would have passed into unconsciousness were it not for Frodo murmuring
words of love against his back as he nipped at his bruised muscles. 

He felt Frodo grabbing his hips pulling him tighter against his hardened loins,
driving deeper with each thrust. Each movement slamming against his sanity like
a lightning storm. Each touch of Frodo’s lips a branding iron leaving their mark
against his melting flesh. 

The world burst into a million stars and a deafening silence surrounded him as
he reached his climax spilling his hot seed over the ground below him. Moments
later he heard Frodo scream out as he flowed hot inside of him. Both were numb
and unable to breathe as quivers of remnant shock waves bucked their willing
hips against one and other.

The release of the pressure at their separation felt like the rending of his
soul and Aragorn, barely able to hold himself upright collapsed into Frodo’s
arms. Pressing small kisses to his forehead he lay him down on the ground
wrapping himself and the blanket around them again. Hearing Aragorn’s steady
breath Frodo thought only a moment about the food left near the fire and thought
it would be better for second breakfast anyway before he fell asleep.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Hello?"

Aragorn blinking awake looked up to find Legolas’ smiling face hovering over
him. "What time is it?" 

"Nearly noon. And um, you and Frodo best be getting dressed before you have more
of an audience than me." Legolas reply with a snicker. Aragorn could hear Gimli,
Merry and Pippin off in the distance. Rolling over quickly he shook Frodo awake
and the two rushed to get dressed while Legolas stood guard at the edge of the
clearing. They had barely finished when the party joined them by the dwindling
fire.

"Good afternoon to you both." Boomed Gimli as he took a seat across from them.
Merry and Pippin took seats trying to suppress their giggles and were averting
their eyes from the two. Legolas seated next to Aragorn started laughing and
soon they all joined him.

"Well, I guess things are ok between the two of you?" Legolas asked.

Frodo nodded, blushing slightly as Aragorn answered, "Yes thank the stars. Frodo
has forgiven all of us. I should never have doubted that he would." He looked
over to Frodo who met his gaze with a bright smile.

"Yes and now all we have to decide is what to do next." Frodo added. "We have to
figure out where we’re going to live and such things as that." Aragorn nodded.

"Well, first you both must go to Bag End. Sam is awfully worried about you two
and he wants to know for himself there are no hard feelings." Merry said while
poking a stick into the fire.

"Merry, you know Aragorn can’t go to Bag End, the law…" Frodo started.

"The Law has been given a new provision." Pippin said interrupting his friend.
"By the Mayor himself"

"What are you talking about Pippin?" Aragorn asked.

"Here" Pippin replied handing Aragorn a small scroll. "It states that only the
members of the Fellowship of the Nine are allowed within the Shire Proper."
Pippin informed him.

"Yeah, you should have seen it! Sam called an emergency meeting of all the
townships down at the Green Dragon last night! There he was, standing on top of
a table, telling everyone of how if it weren’t for Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli
and their efforts in the War of the Ring none of us would be here today!" Merry
exclaimed. "It was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen! But no one argued the
point." 

"He then made a announcement to the township that the three of you were to be
his guests tonight at Bag End!" Pippin joined in. "He wrote out the provisions
and all the mayors signed them. All three of you have one and as long as you
carry it you’re welcome in the Shire."
Frodo started to laugh and the rest joined in. They talked of the situation and
it was decided that they would accept Sam’s invitation. 

"I do have to go and pack some things. I also need to sign Bag End over to Sam."
Frodo said quietly to Aragorn who put an arm around his shoulders and gave him a
gentle squeeze.

"I would like to see the famous Bag End." He said with a smile.

The group packed up camp and headed toward Hobbiton. As they neared the
outskirts the families came out to their fences, smiling and nodding. Casting
curious glances at the group as they passed. Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli chuckled
to themselves smiling and nodding back as they passed by. Laughing at the small
hobbit children who danced around the group in some type of game.

As they entered Hobbiton the curious lined the roadside. Some of the braver
hobbits stepped forward to shake hands and introduce themselves to the
travelers. As they neared Bag End they saw Sam standing at the gate waiting for
their arrival.  He was all smiles and rushed out to meet them. 

He introduced Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli to his wife Rosie and their daughter
Elanor who quickly grabbed Gimli’s beard giving it a tug. Everyone laughed,
especially Gimli who making a face at the young sprite patted her on the head.
The group stood there chatting until Rosie pointed out the gathering crowd at
the base of the hill to Sam. 

"Well, I think we’ve given them enough to talk about over at the Green Dragon
for the next year. Let’s go inside and make ourselves to home." Sam said and the
group followed him up into Bag End.  

Rosie served up enough food to feed an army and all relaxed. Frodo gave them all
a tour after supper before they settled down in front of the fireplace and
talked of quests and adventures. As the night wore on Frodo sat down at the desk
with Sam, going over the books and signing the documentation that would transfer
ownership of Bag End to him.

Aragorn watched Frodo knowing that for all his love, his would truly miss his
home. They still had not decided on where they would go from here.  More
exhausted than he cared to admit, Aragorn excused himself and went to the room
he was to share with Frodo that night. Not wanting to break any of the furniture
he spread a blanket out on the floor and sat down closing his eyes.

His eyes popped open at a knock on the door. Looking up he saw Sam standing in
the doorway holding a small leather satchel. "Come in Sam." Aragorn said and Sam
came in and sat on the bed.

"I know you’re going to take good care of him Aragorn, so I’ll not ask you to do
so, but I wanted to give you some things you might be needing." Sam said as he
plopped the satchel in Aragorn’s lap. "There are liniments and oils. That blue
bottle is from Lord Elrond, for his shoulder when it pains him. And well there’s
pretty much something for all Mr. Frodo’s aches and pains. He gets awfully sick
sometimes and needs to be taken care of."

"I promise to take good care of him Sam." Aragorn reassured him. 

Sam nodded, a single tear running down his cheek. "I know you will. I’m going to
miss him terribly. It won’t be the same without him here, but knowing he’ll be
happy and with you makes it easier." Aragorn smiled at Sam not knowing what to
say. He placed his hand on the hobbits, giving it a gentle squeeze. Sam stood up
and headed for the door.  "Well, I’ll be off to bed now. Sleep well."
 
Before Aragorn could say anything else the hobbit was gone from the room. He
looked down at the bag in his lap and inspected some of the bottles before
setting it near his pack. Leaning back against the wall he closed his eyes again
and fell asleep.

He woke a short while later to find that Frodo lay next to him, fast asleep. He
smiled closing his eyes again falling into a deep sleep.

TBC ~ BU

Title: Stolen Night 12/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo and Aragorn visiting Bag End are still at a loss for where to go
next. A temporary destination is decided upon, though something lurks in the
air.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I won't make money off of them,
Tolkien is probably rolling in his grave but then it's good for the
circulation for where would we be without that?!
Warning: Consensual, Bondage yet Submissive Sex. Graphic
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior
when I inflicted this upon them -  especially Sue, Vic and Trish! 

Installment 12 - Last Night at Bag End

The next morning Aragorn sat in a corner of the room watching Frodo sift through
drawers deciding what to pack. They still had not decided where they were going
to go. They had spent the previous hour looking at maps and discussing this
place and that. While all were inviting each also had their downfalls.
Understanding what Sam had told him the night prior, Aragorn wanted it to be
somewhere he could readily obtain herbs and medicines that would help Frodo
through the yearly affliction gifted him by the Witch-King. 

They had finally settled on heading toward Rivendell the following morning and
would choose where to go from there. Legolas and Gimli would accompany them to
Bree then turn south for the Fangorn Forrest. 

Frodo fussing over his pack put one thing in and took another out only to put it
back in. Finally frustrated he turned his back on it crossing his arms and
facing Aragorn said, "This is impossible. I'm just going to go
naked, it will be easier that way."

Aragorn laughed "Well my love while I would enjoy that I'm certain I
would have to bail you out of a jail or two if you were to do that." Frodo
smiled and shook his head.

"I just don't know what is wrong with me Aragorn. This
shouldn't be this hard. It's like I'm walking away from
everything and everyone I've ever known."

"You are Frodo." Aragorn said gently holding out a hand to the
hobbit. Frodo took the hand and settled down on the floor next to him laying his
head in Aragorn's lap. Aragorn softly stroked his hair, "While we
may come back here someday there is no guarantee of it. It's
understandable that you are nervous or upset by that. Sam and all the hobbits
here in the Shire are your family." 

Aragorn was quiet for a while listening to Frodo breathe before he continued,
"They are as upset about you leaving as you are at leaving them. Who could
blame them, I mean you are leaving them to wander the wilds with a sex-crazed
ranger."

Frodo giggled and pinched Aragorn's thigh to which Aragorn slapped
Frodo's buttocks. Frodo sat up with a mock gasp and look of horror on his
face. The two glared at each other for a moment before their laughter bubbled
out. 

Frodo took Aragorn's face in his hands and leaned forward until their
noses almost touched. "You sir may be a sex-crazed ranger but I'm no
wall flower. I love you too much to care what anyone else would ever think of
us." Pressing his lips to Aragorn's mouth they kissed deeply and any
doubts either had slipped away on a breeze.

"Nin melethron. Oh Frodo my love." Aragorn whispered over and over
against his lips.

They snuggled against one and other for a while in quiet, neither willing to let
go of the other. Frodo sighing finally got up and finished packing. It did not
seem such a daunting task in the end for it ultimately did not matter for these
were all just things, possessions. The one thing that mattered was Aragorn and
he knew he would not lose him ever again.

The rest if the day passed pleasantly by. More hobbits from around the Shire
came to Bag End to see the famous visitors. So many had gathered that Sam soon
directed them down to the party field for a last minute get together. As the sun
was setting that night the party was in full swing and everyone was having a
good time.  No one noticed when Frodo, taking Aragorn by the hand had slipped
away, back to Bag End. 

Aragorn knew that Frodo, while happy, was dreading leaving the Shire. They had
spent much of the afternoon trying to decide where they would go after Rivendell
but could not seem to find the perfect place where they could live. Sitting
quietly, side by side in front of the fire, they smoked their pipes and listened
to the noise of the party drift up the hill. 

"Aragorn I have a question to ask you?" Frodo asked tentatively.

"Anything, just ask."

"I know that we've decided to go toward Rivendell," he
continued "and I was just wondering. Will Lord Elrond be there? I mean,
with all that happened with Arwen, is it alright that we go there?"

Aragorn pondered the question in silence, staring at the fire in the grate.
"I don't believe that Lord Elrond would begrudge a visit from us. He
knows how we feel about one and other truly. I don't think he blames us
for what happened with Arwen as it seemed to begin long before you and I
met."

Frodo let out a sigh, "I'm glad to hear that yet I would not want to
make him uncomfortable by being there." Aragorn wrapped an arm around his
shoulders and gave him a small squeeze.

"Do not fear any reprisal Frodo, Lord Elrond is not that kind of an
elf." Frodo rested his head on Aragorn's shoulder and closed his
eyes. 

"Tell me about it Aragorn, what was it like to grow up there?" he
asked.

"In Rivendell?"

"Yes! What was it like? I want to know more about you, how you grew
up." Frodo said looking up into his eyes with a smile.

"Well, where would I begin to tell it?" Aragorn replied. He paused
for a moment; "It was the only home I knew, so I do not know how to
compare it to anything else. My father was killed before I was born and my
mother sought protection with Lord Elrond who graciously took both her and I in.
We were as family. Lord Elrond, in my mind, is my father."

Frodo would ask questions here and there, fascinated by all of the names that
had been declared for him. "Estel, that is a wonderful name." He
said when he heard the elvish name given him by Elrond. Aragorn smiled saying
that it was amongst his favorites. Frodo then again sat quietly listening to his
voice, warm and soft as the memories flowed from Aragorn's lips. 

Aragorn continued to tell his story, staring into the fire and occasionally
glancing at Frodo who watched him intently. A sweet smile graced his features as
Aragorn told of his childhood among the elves. Of his two elvin brothers,
Elrohir and Elladan, and how they used to tease him mercilessly. Of trips to
Lothlorien and the schooling he received at the feet of Celeborn and Galadriel.
He told of meeting Legolas and the bond of friendship that had grown between
them over the years.

These were all happy times, yet through it all the twins torment of their foster
sibling continued, endlessly. Elrond confronted them more than once regarding
their taunting. It was to stop until Aragorn was old enough to defend himself,
and defend himself he eventually did. His elder brothers wore the prize of their
teasing in a pair of black eyes and him a broken nose. 

He smiled as he remembered the look on Lord Elrond's face when he stopped
the fight. It was one of complete and utter disgust tinged with the struggle to
maintain his composure. He glared at his elder son's knowing the ruckus
was their doing and when they had gone, burst out into laughter so loud and
bright that Aragorn could still hear it ringing in his ears. He had clapped him
on the back and then as he cleansed his wounds he told him stories of his own
youth and his own battles on the home front.

Elrohir and Elladan would later become much closer to their mortal brother than
Aragorn could ever relate. They taught him a great many things, from hunting to
warfare, to stories and songs of the elders. Though certain secrets of their
garden meetings Aragorn wisely kept to himself.

He grew solemn as he told of the death of his mother and the grief that
followed. He went on to speak of his meeting with Arwen. Frodo held him in his
arms at this point, knowing the deception and evil she had lured him with and
the eventual heartbreak of her actions. 

When Aragorn spoke of the conversation he had with Elrond regarding his
birthright he grew silent. It had been a dark time for him and Frodo respected
that silence. His chosen exile from Rivendell was like a rip in time for him. He
wandered for years alone and eventually becoming a ranger of the Northern Woods.
He kept to himself making few friends for it would only serve to hurt them
should his true identity be revealed.  The one friend he did make was Gandalf.
He would forever be grateful for that friendship for it was what eventually led
him to the Prancing Pony so many years ago when he met a young hobbit that would
eventually steal his heart.

"Me! Ha ha!" Frodo giggled as he poked at Aragorn's sides.

"Yes you! And all the trouble that came with you!" laughed Aragorn.

"Trouble! Bah! I resemble that remark!" Frodo exclaimed grabbing at
Aragorn's sides again, his booming laughter ringing through the halls of
Bag End. 

"You do you little -  Do not dare to even think trying to tickle me
again Frodo!" Aragorn warned, that devilish grin lighting his face. Frodo
began to back away, sliding on his bum across the floor giggling. Aragorn
squinted at him then jumped up as if to pounce on him but Frodo sprung quickly
to his feet and raced off down a hallway, Aragorn in hot pursuit. 

The chase was on from room to room, as Aragorn would corner him only to lose him
as he slipped lithely through his grasp. Both laughing so hard that tears ran
down their faces, Frodo, throwing pillows at Aragorn in a desperate attempt to
flee his lover's inevitable attack. 

At one point Frodo found himself alone in the hallway outside his room. He had
lost Aragorn somewhere along one of the winding hallways. He stood silent,
trying to hear any sign of his approach. Nothing but the sounds of the party
still going strong in the valley below them and his own panting breath could be
heard.

Two arms wrapped around him from the shadows behind him and he let out a half
scream half laugh as Aragorn lifted him off the floor and carried him into the
dark bedroom. He unceremoniously plopped in onto the bed his legs hanging off
the side. Leaning over the bed Aragorn grabbed both of Frodo's hands and
pinned them down to the bed. He placed a knee between his legs and bent over
pressing his mouth to his lips. Tongues searched one and other's mouths
exploring the heat found there. 

Aragorn released one of Frodo hands as his own searched out the buttons of his
shirt. Frodo placed his hand on the back of Aragorn's head pulling him
closer, their kiss more powerful. Soft moans escaped his lips as Aragorn pulled
open his shirt, sliding his hand down to the buttons on his breeches. 

"Aragorn" Frodo cried out as his hand pressed against the crotch of
his pants and his swelling loins. Aragorn moving from above him kissed his body
as he moved downward, kneeling on the floor next to the bed, between
Frodo's legs. The touch of his lips and the scratch of his beard sent
shivers of delight throughout Frodo's body. Frodo tried to sit up but was
pushed back down onto the bed as Aragorn ran his hands over his chest, dragging
his fingertips hard against his soft skin.

His hands found the waistband of Frodo's breeches and holding tightly
pulled them down over his hips, legs and feet. He continued to move his hands
over Frodo's body. Up his legs, across his belly, over his chest and down
his arms. Frodo could barely breath and though Aragorn had not touched his
growing erection he felt as though he would explode. 

Before Frodo realized what was happening he found that Aragorn had used a couple
of the scarves, he was intending on packing, to tie his wrists gently to the
bedposts. Pulling he found himself unable to touch his beloved and the fire
stirring in his belly grew.

Pulling back from Frodo, Aragorn stood up, towering over the bed he began to
slowly remove his own clothes. Frodo, hungry with desire, watched him with wide
eyes and ragged breath. Every inch of skin revealed making him crave the touch
of Aragorn's hands upon his quivering flesh. He licked his lips finding
the taste of his lips still lingering on his own. 

Aragorn moved slowly, oh so slowly that it was like a torture to Frodo's
mind. As Aragorn idly untied the ties of his pants and gradually pushed the
material down over his hips Frodo groaned loudly as he stopped, the waistband
seemly stuck just over the rising of his manhood. "What is it Frodo? Is
there something you want?" Aragorn teasingly whispered.

"You, only you Aragorn," Frodo moaned back. "Please Aragorn
don't torture me like this!"

A slow smile came to Aragorn's face. He pulled another scarf from
Frodo's burrow and let the tasseled end trickle over Frodo's skin
causing goose bumped flesh to rise. "And why not my love? You intended to
torture me, didn't you?" Frodo closed his eyes, rolling his head
upon the bed, whimpered out a soft "No" as Aragorn pushed
Frodo's legs farther apart with his knee.  "You did, admit it. Or
I'll leave you here and now."

"No Aragorn don't leave" Frodo gasped, his eyes opening wide
at the thought of Aragorn leaving. "I did mean to, I'm sorry. Please
it was just a bit of fun!" he cried bucking his hips forward as the tips
of the tassels played over his engorged member. Collapsing back onto the bed he
moaned anew as the edge of the scarf ran down his inner thigh.

He lay there a moment with his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath, when he
heard the distinct sound of boots being dropped to the floor. He smiled knowing
that his love was still there.  Opening his eyes, he watched as Aragorn pushed
his pants down over his hips revealing his rigid manhood, then further down his
legs. Stepping out of them he tossed them aside and slowly knelt down between
Frodo's spread legs. 

The world seemed to go away and all was silence but their breathing, the beating
of their hearts as Frodo felt Aragorn's touch once more. His fingertips
gliding upward from his feet, up his calves and over his knees, and across the
silky skin of his thighs.

Bending low over him Aragorn brushed his bearded cheek along the length of him
sending shock waves of tingles up Frodo's spine at the prickly touch.
Frodo was shaking as he felt the first of many small kisses on his throbbing
manhood. His mind was screaming yet he held his breath as wave upon wave of
sensation ran across his hot flesh.

As Aragorn began to lightly trace the sensitive tip with his tongue Frodo gasped
for air. He felt as though he would drown. The burning touch of Aragorn's
tongue trailed over the quivering flesh as Frodo pulled desperately at the ties
that held his hands. He wanted to hold him, caress him, and feel his muscles
contract beneath his touch. He arched his back and cried out for mercy as he
felt his erect member plunge into the wet molten valley of Aragorn's
mouth.

His mind was swimming in the sensuous pool of warmth. The fire that had started
in his loins spread across his body, trembling now with every movement. Aragorn
moved his tongue along his rigid length as he suckled harder at the pulsating
flesh. His fingers biting into the tender flesh of Frodo's hips moving
around to cup his buttocks, massaging the firm cheeks. His fingers finding the
valley between them rubbing at the tight muscled entrance there. 

Frodo fearing he would lose his mind began begging for release. This only caused
Aragorn to move faster and harder, his teeth grazing the tender skin as own
erection threatened to spill forth. Aragorn groaned deeply as he released his
hold on Frodo and taking hold of his waist pulled his hips to the edge of the
bed. Frodo felt Aragorn's stiff member against his buttocks. He whimpered
a plea, urging Aragorn on. 

Frodo pulled in earnest at the restraints and struggling he managed to free one
of his hands. Frodo moved his legs upward over Aragorn's shoulders to give
him easier access and he cried out as he felt his hardened shaft push inward.
Aragorn cried out at the tightness against his skin as began to thrust forward.
Pulling Frodo's hips down on him as he thrust harder and faster as Frodo
grasped at himself, moving in unison with Aragorn.

Their bodies slammed against each other in a rough lover's ballet.
Desperate they climbed higher toward the climax of their love. The room was void
but for their gasping breaths, strangled cries for deliverance from the
torturous constriction of muscle against muscle. Seeking the sanctuary of
pleasure that was awaiting them, every touch was electric as the friction built
deep within. 

A small opulent bead seeped from the tip of Frodo's pulsating member and
was soon followed by a cry of ecstasy as the flood of his hot seed splashed out
over his hand and torso. Aragorn let loose a guttural moan as he climaxed deep
inside of Frodo.

Neither one made a move to separate as their breathing returned to a normal rate
and their hearts stopped pounding in their ears. Frodo whimpered when Aragorn
finally broke the connection of their bodies. Aragorn rose and left the room but
soon returned. With a warm, wet towel he bathed the stickiness from
Frodo's body and used another to dry him off. 

Untying Frodo's hand he was shocked to see the bruises that marked the
tender flesh of his wrist. "Oh my love, I am so sorry, I've hurt
you. Frodo, why didn't you tell me the tie was cutting at your
skin?"

"I didn't notice," Frodo murmured, his head drowsy with sleep.
Aragorn lightly kissed the bruises wishing them away, a tear running down his
cheek at the realization he was the cause. Frodo brought his other hand up and
wiped the tear away.

"Nin melethron, do not worry, it does not hurt," he whispered with a
smile. Aragorn leaned over and gently pressed his lips to Frodo's mouth.
The kiss was sweet as they drank each other in. 

Drawing him into his arms and too exhausted to care if he broke the furniture or
if his feet hung out over the end, Aragorn lay on the bed with Frodo snuggled
against his chest. Feeling the beat of each other's heart against their
skin, they fell asleep listening to their breathing and the sounds of merriment
wafting up the hill from the party field.

TBC - BU

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Title: Stolen Night 13/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo and Aragorn are leaving Bag End for Rivendell. Sam is concerned
after experiencing an evil presence nearby. The trip to Bree is not as pleasant
as it should be though hope remains when they meet a friend there. 
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I won't make money off of them,
Tolkien is probably rolling in his grave but then it's good for the
circulation for where would we be without that?!
Warning: Angst and a bit of self-lovin''.
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior
when I inflicted this upon them -  especially Sue, Vic and Trish! 


Installment 13 ~ In Search of a New Beginning

The next day found the travelers packed and ready to leave the Shire. Many a
tearful goodbye was said as Aragorn packed the last of Frodo's belongs
onto the back of his pony.  

Sam though he wished they could stay seemed happy to see them go and Frodo was
concerned by his behavior. Sam assured him that nothing was wrong, he was just
upset at losing his friend but Frodo remained concerned to the point of swearing
both Merry and Pippin to check in on Sam more frequently. Both agreed to do so. 

Legolas and Gimli were arguing the quickest route and Frodo was saying a last
goodbye to Rosie and Elanor when Sam pulled Aragorn aside. "There's
something I have to tell you, something about the party last night."

"What is it Sam?"

"I don't know how to explain this, but I felt something, something
bad was lurkin' about last night. It felt like someone was watchin'
us. I tried to figure out just what it was but couldn't put a finger on
it!" Sam replied, wringing his hands. 

Aragorn was about to reassure his friend that all was well when he glanced up at
Legolas who was staring at him. The expression on his face was one he had seen
many time during the War of the Ring, and a chill passed over his skin. 

"Aragorn, maybe I'm just being silly, but then again it was too
real. I haven't felt anything like that in years, not since the war. You
must think I've gone mad." Sam said quietly.

"No, Sam, I don't think you're mad. I will keep a watchful eye
on Frodo, trust in that." Aragorn said as he gently squeezed Sam's
shoulder as he looked back up to Legolas who was scanning the area around them. 

Even Gimli seemed to sense something for he too became quiet and was looking
about as if an orc were about to jump out and attack the group in front of Bag
End. 

As Frodo mounted his pony as Legolas and Gimli climbed onto their shared horse.
Legolas spoke to Aragorn wordlessly as he approached his own steed. "We
must leave, something draws near and I fear it is looking for Frodo."
Aragorn looked at the elf as he ground his teeth together, he nodded and mounted
his horse. 

Final goodbyes were shouted as the group, Legolas and Gimli in the lead,
followed closely by Frodo then Aragorn began making their way down the path. As
Aragorn reached Merry and Pippin, he stopped his horse. "Be on the
lookout. Someone or something that wishes to do harm is here in the Shire. I do
not know what it is or what it wants. Keep your guards on alert." 

Both nodded and saluted the man who would always be the king in their eyes. 
"You can count on us!" they replied in unison. Aragorn smiled,
nodded then spurred on his horse to catch up with the group ahead of him.
Bringing his horse up along side Frodo's he was greeted by a bright smile. 

"Thought you decided to stay."

"No, just some final words from a former king to his former troops."
Aragorn replied with a smile and a wink. Frodo laughed and they rode on. 

As the group reached the village of Hobbiton, they were slowed down a bit by
well wishers bearing gifts of food and provisions. They graciously accepted and
thanked them for their thoughts and were on the their way again.

As the road wound into the woods the group became quiet all of them seeming to
notice a change in the air. Legolas seemed ready to pounce on anything that came
near and at one point stopped his horse completely. 

"Legolas?" Aragorn quietly asked 

"Listen." The elf whispered.

The group stopped, listening for anything. What they found shocked all of them
for it was silent, completely silent. The wind did not blow, birds did not
chirp; there was no sound at all but their horses that were becoming more and
more agitated by the minute.

Frodo felt something building up inside of him that he had not felt since
Mordor; sheer terror. Aragorn placed a firm hand on his shoulder and cast a
reassuring smile his way, yet he too wanted to leave and quickly. 

Legolas turned to Aragorn "We can not linger." 

"Lead the way Legolas" Aragorn replied and then waving Frodo to
follow the small group ran at a gallops pace through the woods toward Bree.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

They reached Bree as the sun was setting. A deep red twilight sky did nothing to
calm their mood. Frodo was shaking as they made their way up the narrow streets
to the Inn at the Prancing Pony.  

This was all too familiar a feeling of dread that seemed to accompany this small
town. Arriving at the Inn they went in and were greeted by Mr. Butterbur who was
shocked to see Aragorn dressed as a ranger once again. 

"Mr. Gandalf told me you'd given up the crown, I didn't
believe him." He exclaimed as he directed a lad to take their horses to
the stables.

"Gandalf? Is he here?" Aragorn inquired.

"Why yes he is," Butterbur said, pointing to the far corner of the
tavern where Gandalf the White sat speaking with a cloaked figure.  His head
popped up and he smiled upon seeing the group by the door. Frodo ran ahead of
the others and gave Gandalf a tremendous hug.

"Oh Gandalf, Its good to see you!"

"Frodo my lad! How are you? You're looking well!" the kindly
wizard said smiling. His smile however did not last as he saw the looks of
concern on the others as they approached. The mysterious figure at the table
turned to regard the approaching group, motioned to Gandalf then stood up to
leave. "What is it? Something is wrong?" 

"Not here Gandalf," Aragorn replied, nodding to the cloaked figure
as it passed. "We have rooms upstairs I suggest we move our company up
there." The small group made their way up to their room. Legolas
immediately took up a post at the windows and Gimli pulled a seat up, next to
the door. 

Frodo pulling Aragorn aside asked whom it was that Gandalf had been speaking to.
Aragorn smiled "Istari." Frodo glanced over to where Gandalf sat by
the fire and wondered if the visit from another Istari had anything to do with
the disturbance in the forest.

"What is it Aragorn? What has happened?" Gandalf asked solemnly, his
eyes darting between the companions. Aragorn glanced at Frodo who had taken a
seat at a table. 

"There is some "creature' or being out there that has followed
us through the forest of the Shire. And Sam told me he felt as though something
was at Bag End last night." 

Frodo gasped at the last statement, "Aragorn! Why didn't you tell
me? Why didn't Sam tell me?"

"Frodo, Sam did not want to worry you. He felt that whatever or whoever it
was, was searching for you." Frodo's eyes grew wide. "I could
tell he was serious so I told Merry and Pippin to be on their guard.  I
don't think the Shire is at danger. I think this thing followed us."

Gandalf nodded and turned to look into the fire. "I had a suspicion that
there was a problem. I've been hearing from rangers, Istari and the like
that there is some evil roaming Middle Earth. Not the same as what was dealt
with during the War of the Ring. But more the type, well -  the type that
endangered your lives seven years ago."

Aragorn closed his eyes and hung his head. "Are you telling me that
Arwen - " 

"No Aragorn. I have received word that the creature that possessed Arwen
has been expelled from her and destroyed. This is not the same creature. I do
however believe that it is from the same line. It is presenting itself as
such."

Aragorn shook his head and took a seat next to Frodo. Taking his hand in his own
he gazed at Frodo. Both were weary from the day's travel and he could read
the fear on Frodo's face. He brushed an errant curl away from
Frodo's eyes and smiled.  Looking at Frodo he could see the world and more
in his eyes.

"Gandalf, is there a way to fight this thing?" 

"I do not know Aragorn. There are too many things within these creatures.
I know that it took several of the greatest healers in the Gray Havens to expel
it. And once it was loose, they had no choice but destroy it. In doing so they
were not able to discover it's origins or if there were more of these
things wandering Middle Earth." Gandalf's voice seems to grow tired.
"I wish I could be of more help Aragorn but I do not know what this thing
is yet, nor what its intentions are toward the two of you."

"Aragorn," Legolas said quietly, "I'm going to go up on
the roof and Gimli will stay in the great room. You and Frodo take some rest. We
need to get to Rivendell as quickly as possible. We are not safe here." 
With that the elf and dwarf left the room. 

Gandalf stood and headed toward the door. "I'm going to speak with
my friend to see if there are any others who can help us discover the origins of
these creatures. In the meantime Legolas is correct, the two of you need your
rest and we need to get you to Rivendell, quickly."

Left alone in the room the two sat quietly for a time. Mr. Butterbur brought a
tray of food and Aragorn tried to get Frodo to eat something but to no avail.
Frodo merely picked at the plate in front of him before going to curl up on the
bed. 

Aragorn carried the platter of bread and cheese to the bedside, "Frodo,
you must eat something," he said as he sat down next to him. 

"Why us Aragorn, why does this "thing' want us?" Frodo
asked trying to keep his voice level as his tears began falling. Aragorn put
down the platter and gathered Frodo into his arms, Frodo holding onto him
tightly.

"Please don't worry Frodo, we will find a way through this. It may
be that it is some form of what Arwen had entreated to herself. It can only
frighten us for I will not allow it to harm us."

"But we do not know what this thing is."

"Hush my love," Aragorn whispered against Frodo's hair.
"We are safe and will be even more so when we reach Rivendell. Hush,
hush." 

Their lips brushed together in a warm caress. Aragorn kissed at the tears on
Frodo's cheeks and continued to whisper words of comfort.  Frodo holding
tightly to Aragorn buried his face against Aragorn's neck. "My love,
I want to forget it, please make it go away."

"Frodo, Nin melethron." Aragorn replied softly. "I will, I
promise I will." Their lips pressed together in a deep kiss as Aragorn
gathered Frodo's hands in his own and held them against his chest. Frodo
felt the beat of Aragorn's heart against the back of his fingers.
"Sleep my love, all will be well in the morning, I promise." 

They lay quietly beside each other and soon Aragorn heard Frodo's deep
even breathes of sleep. Looking at his face Aragorn felt his heart soar more
with love for the one whom he would protect with his very life. He lightly
kissed his closed lids; he drew him closer to himself and silently swore to all
of Arda that he would not allow Frodo to be harmed again. Not ever again.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

With the knock at the door, Frodo woke to find the sun shining brightly through
the panes of glass and across the bed. Aragorn was standing at the door speaking
to Legolas quietly. Noticing Frodo watching them smiled brightly before leaving
them alone again.

"Is there anything wrong Aragorn?" Frodo asked.

"Quite the opposite. It appears whatever it was that followed us from the
Shire has passed us by. Legolas was just telling me that he had no feeling of
the being for most of the morning." Aragorn said as he brought a cup of
tea to Frodo. "We still need to be on our way to Rivendell my love. So
when you have eaten and are ready we will be leaving."

Frodo accepted the tea and drank most of it down in one gulp, his stomach
rumbling in response. "I told you that you should have eaten last
night." Aragorn chuckled as he went back to the table and returned with a
plate of biscuits and honey that he placed on the bedside table. 

He bent to give Frodo a quick kiss on the cheek then headed to the door.
"I'm going to see to our horses Frodo. I want you to eat all of
that!" he said as he stopped in the doorway, a bright smile lit up his
face as he gazed at the hobbit. Without another word he winked at him as he
closed the door behind him. Frodo stared at the door for a few moments before
picking up the plate and devouring most of its contents in just a few moments. 

Sitting back against the pillows, the sun beating against his body warmed him
against the nightmares from the previous day. He smiled remembering the warmth
of lying in Aragorn's arms as he absently finished the rest of the
biscuits.

He set the plate and cup on the table beside him and closing he eyes he reached
into memory and could feel the touch of Aragorn's hands upon his body. He
could feel the blood rush to his face as other delicious thoughts came to his
mind. Slowly he moved his hands over his chest and belly. 

His mind swimming as he slid his hand beneath the waistband of his pants and ran
his hand along the length of his shaft that hardened at the touch. Thinking of
Aragorn's lips upon his skin he began to move his hand faster against the
tightness his breath coming in shallow gasps as waves of heat ran throughout his
body.

As he came closer to his peak he wanted nothing more than to free himself and
pushed his pants down around his knees. One hand moving over his erection as the
other ran lightly over his chest. His eyes closed against the light of the
morning sun all he saw was Aragorn's face floating above him and he moved
ever closer and closer to the pinnacle of his release.

He felt the touch of Aragorn's breathe against his skin. The caress of his
tongue along his lips and in his mouth. His skin burned with the echoes of his
touch along his arm, his chest, and his belly. The feel of his loins pressed
against his own.

A rasping voice humming "Frodo my love" echoed in his head as his
fingers moved over the throbbing flesh, teasing the sensitive tip. With a finger
he wiped at the small bead of liquid collected there, massaging it into his
burning skin. Panting wildly he pressed harder and faster toward his climax. 

He brought a hand up over his mouth to muffle his cry as his hot seed flowed
over his fingers and belly. He lay unable to move and tremors of pleasure ran
like quicksilver over his skin with every beat of his heart.

As his breathing returned to a normal he slowly got up and went to the wash
basin in the corner and wiped away all traces of his private pleasure. He looked
into the small mirror on the wall to see his flushed cheeks and the foolish grin
on his face and tried to compose himself. 

He was difficult because his mind kept drifting to the sight of Aragorn and the
moonlight against his skin, the touch of his fingers. Frodo groaned and shook
his head leaning against the table, gripping the edges with white knuckles. 

He wanted nothing more than the feel of his hips bucking against Aragorn's
and the taste of his lips upon his own. Fingertips tracing the length of his,
"No! I have to stop this!" Frodo muttered to himself shaking his
head again just as Aragorn came back into the room.

"Stop what Frodo?" he asked looking at Frodo concerned.

"Nothing Aragorn, really it's nothing" Frodo mumbled turning
to pick up his bag. When he turned back around Aragorn was still looking at him,
lines of worry stitched across his forehead.

"Frodo tell me what's wrong." Aragorn asked as he came closer.
"What has to stop?"

"I have to stop, my love, thinking of you in the moonlight or we'll
never leave this room!" Frodo stammered. Aragorn who had been searching
his face for some sign of what troubled Frodo then saw the blush rise on his
cheeks. Cupping Frodo's chin he drew his face upward towards his own he
lightly kissed those cheeks and his lips. 

"Why do I get the feeling I just missed something that I would have rather
not missed?"

Frodo blushed all the more and planted a firm kiss against Aragorn's lips.
"You are impossible aren't you?" he asked screwing his face up
into a mask of mock frustration.

"Hah! Frodo I may be impossible but you are lovely."  He said as he
kissed the tip of Frodo's nose. Raising an eyebrow and a sly grin on his
face he continued "I should do something about your taking things into
your own hands and not waiting for me. But since we have to take to road I shall
just have to think long and hard about what I can do to punish you for your
selfishness."

Frodo pouted at Aragorn before they both started laughing. Aragorn took
Frodo's bag and headed toward the door "If you think I'm
joking you don't know me very well Frodo Baggins. You'll pay for not
allowing me the pleasure of even watching you." 

With a devilish giggle he held the door open for the hobbit to pass through
before him but not without a small slap to Frodo's rump. He jumped and
giggled running down the hallway and steps followed closely by Aragorn. Both
were laughing in earnest as they joined their companions outside of the Prancing
Pony. 

Legolas and Gimli both smiled watching the two trying to compose themselves as
they mounted their horses. "If I didn't know any better I'd
say we were interrupting something." Gimli's booming voice rang in
the crystal morning air.

"We are Gimli" Legolas added, "And if we were not needed to
get these lovers safely to Rivendell I'd tell them to get back to their
bed but we must be off whilst our luck hold us and our path is clear."

"You are right Legolas." Aragorn answered still chuckling.
"Let us away before the temptation becomes too great to do just
that." Frodo blushing profusely now watched Aragorn under lowered lids as
they small group took to the road for Rivendell.

TBC ~ BU

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Title: Stolen Night 14/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo and Aragorn arrive in Rivendell and settle in. The mystery of the
evil force that followed them out of the Shire is still a concern.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I won't make money off of them,
Tolkien is probably rolling in his grave but then it's good for the
circulation for where would we be without that?!
Warning: Consensual sex and Aragorn the tickle monster! Graphic sex.
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior
when I inflicted this upon them -  especially Sue, Vic and Trish! 

Installment 14 - Safe Harbor

The next few days saw little to worry about. The entity that had chased them
through the Shire woods seeming to have disappeared and was not again seen or
felt by the travelers. 

On the morning of the sixth day they reached the Ford of Bruinen and crossed
over into the elfin kingdom of Rivendell. All members of the party were relieved
at reaching their destination without further incidents. 

Coming over a ridge they saw Imladris. The first thing Aragorn noticed was how
quiet everything was. There was no movement about the House of Elrond and it
concerned him greatly.

"Aragorn, do not be disturbed by the lack of inhabitants," Legolas
said quietly. "Most have left for the Gray Havens. Only a few
remain." Seeing the sadness in his friends' eyes, Aragorn did not
question him. He would find out quickly enough who remained within his childhood
home.

As the group entered the gates they saw that all of the beauty of the place
remained. The trees and plants grew as they always had and there was music to
the air as it blew lightly around them. Dismounting their horses they all looked
about for any sign of the elves that walked this hallowed ground. 

The drawing of Narsil from its scabbard shattered the silence and Aragorn
whirling around just as an arrow whizzed past Frodo's head and landing at
his feet. Then with a look of mock disgust Aragorn re-sheathed the sword as he
looked to the top of the stairway where Elrohir and Elladan stood.

The twin elves stood tall and erect grinning down at the party. "Nice to
see you have lost none of your reflexes Estel." Elrohir said with a smile
gracing his face. 

"With the two of you about, how can I help but always be on the
alert." Aragorn replied with a laugh.

Elladan came down the stairs and took Aragorn in his arms in a close hug.
"It is good to see you again little brother."  Elrohir followed
suit. Frodo watched the exchange between his love and his elfin brothers as he
shook off the shock of being shot at and smiled.

They greeted each member of the party then led them into the houses. Legolas
asking Elrohir for any news he may have of Mirkwood as Elladan told Aragorn of
their father Elrond.

"He is still here, Estel. He was going to leave with the others but when
Gandalf sent word of your party making it's way here, he stayed
behind."

"Is Bilbo still here?" Frodo asked, hoping to see his uncle once
more.

"No Frodo, I fear you have just missed him. The great host of Rivendell
left with the new moon for the Gray Havens and he went with them." Elladan
replied. Seeing the sadness in Frodo's eyes he lay a hand on his shoulder
"Frodo, I'm sure if he had known of your coming, he would have
wanted to stay here."

Frodo hung his head, "I should have known he would not still be
here." Aragorn placed a reassuring hand on his back. "We missed him
by four days Aragorn, four days."

"I am sorry Frodo," he replied quietly. 

As the party entered the great hall of Imladris, Elrond greeted them, smiling
brightly as he watched them enter. Waving off ceremony, he gave Aragorn a tight
hug and held him for a long while. "I feared I would not see you again
after you left Gondor my son. I am so glad that you are here and safe."

"I am glad to be home again my father." Aragorn replied holding onto
Elrond. The group shared a few words and greetings. Elrond told them that they
would have a feast in their honor that evening. He bid them find rest and they
would meet again later as there was much to discuss. 

Aragorn led the way to his rooms with Frodo following closely behind. He was in
awe of this beautiful house now as he had been so many years before. Upon
entering Aragorn's rooms he was even in more awe at the craftsmanship of
the place. He walked about the room admiring the smallest details to the
largest. He had never been in the elfin families' private quarters.

He walked out upon the balcony that overlooked the great waterfall and valley.
Aragorn joined him on the terrace and stood quietly watching him. "You
grew up here, with all of this splendor surrounding you. It is a part of you and
who are you." Frodo said with a smile as he turned to Aragorn. "No
wonder I have always thought you beautiful."

"You speak to me of beauty, yet you are more wondrous than all the
ages." Aragorn said as he gazed into Frodo's deep blue eyes. He
turned and walked back into the room. There was a knock at the door and Aragorn
gave entrance to three tall fair-haired elves. They moved about the room
preparing water for a bath. They brought in a tray of food and clean clothes for
them to wear. 

When they had gone a large brass tub had been filled halfway with steaming hot
water, scented with lavender. A platter of fruit and cheese, with goblets of
wine waited for them. Aragorn sat on the bed, kicked off his boots and removed
his clothing. Frodo watching him from the balcony felt the desires he'd
been fighting to keep under control over the past few days flood over his
senses.  

Aragorn slowly slid into the hot water, then looking to Frodo, held out a hand
"Are you going to join me or just, stand there staring at me?" Frodo
smiled and began to disrobe as he approached the tub.  Sliding into the tub he
sat between Aragorn's legs and laid his head back against Aragorn's
chest. 

Aragorn picked up a soft sponge and scented soap and began to bathe Frodo,
rubbing away the grime from the last few days of travel. Frodo languished under
his gentle attentions. He closed his eyes as Aragorn moved the sponge over his
skin. 

As the sponge moved along his inner thigh Frodo's sigh matched
Aragorn's moan. The touch brought pleasure painted with desire and Frodo
could no longer fight the embers that had returned deep within his soul. Feeling
the hardening of Aragorn's loins against his backside the embers burst
into flame. He turned and taking Aragorn's face in his hands kissed him
deeply. 

Tongues wrapping around each other, saliva mixing in the sweetness of the
caress. Sliding his arms around his broad shoulders he pressed his loins against
Aragorn's hips. Aragorn' groaned at the pressure.

"Frodo. Oh my angel," he mumbled in reply to Frodo's silent
question. Releasing the sponge to float in the water his hands ran down the
length of Frodo's body and grasping his buttocks pulled him tightly
against his body. 

"I have wanted you so badly Aragorn, I thought my mind would explode for I
could think of nothing else. Nothing but you." Frodo moaned against
Aragorn's lips. He thrust his hips against Aragorn's erect loins,
grinding flesh to each other. Frodo bit at the tender skin at the base of
Aragorn's neck tasting the salty sweat that still lingered there.

"Nin melethron! Oh lord - " the elicited groan came from Aragorn
at the pressure, feeling as though he would explode. Frodo stopped and gazed
into Aragorn's eyes. Both panting wildly Frodo kissed him lightly and then
turning around again and sitting in his lap pressed his backside up against
Aragorn's hips. Aragorn leaned back in the tub and grasping Frodo's
hips slid into him, both crying out at the force. 

Slowly they began to move together, the water splashing about them as they moved
faster and faster.  Skin against skin, the friction built, blinding them with
the increased craving.  Aragorn felt as though he would loose his mind as Frodo
coaxed him on, crying for him to continue. 

Aragorn unable to hold back any longer grabbed at the sides of the tub and
bucked uncontrollably against Frodo. Raising his hips off the bottom of the tub,
he arched his back as his climax was accompanied by a loud guttural screaming of
Frodo's name. Held frozen in place he felt wave after wave of pleasure
race through his body, his skin felt as though it was on fire. 

Falling back into the water he gasped for air as it splashed over his face.
Panting and barely able to move he lay still, moaning as Frodo moved off his now
spent manhood.  Frodo turned to face him and still panting hard he leaned over
Aragorn pressing his lips to his mouth in a maddening crush. Aragorn felt
Frodo's engorged erection press against his belly sharply as Frodo
instructed him to turn around. 

Aragorn still trying to catch his breath saw the flush on his face and the
determination in his eyes complied. Struggling, he pulled himself up and quickly
kissing Frodo deeply he turned, kneeled taking hold of the edge of the tub. 

Frodo's hands moved over his back and down to spread his cheeks. Aragorn
moaned as he felt Frodo's hardened shaft slide deep within him, his
knuckles turning white in their grip on the lip of the tub. Their bodies again
moving in time their hips bucking against each other, Frodo's fingers dug
into the tender flesh of Aragorn's hips. 

Kissing Aragorn's shoulder blades Frodo bit down on his shoulder drawing a
cry from Aragorn at the hunger of his lover. Pushing himself back away from the
edge of the tub Aragorn forced of their hips to meet firmly and pressed Frodo in
deeper. Frodo slammed his hips harder and harder against Aragorn in response.
Both felt the world slipping away as the friction built deep inside.  

The world seemed to melt away into a bright golden light as they continued to
race against the lightning shocks that stung at their skin.  Frodo felt his body
begin to float as his desperation to reach the peak of his desire took over his
body. His mind was swimming as he heard Aragorn calling out his name over and
over between gasping breathes. 

He felt as though his lungs would burst when he exploded deep within Aragorn,
his hot seed pouring his life into his lover. Every muscle in his body
convulsing with the zenith of their love making he wrapped his arms around
Aragorn's waist and held him tightly, not wanting the feelings to end. 

Exhaustion took over their bodies as they collapsed into the now tepid water. 
After a short time, Frodo was shivering and Aragorn pushed himself up out of the
tub. He laid a towel over Frodo and releasing the plug the water began to drain
over Frodo's body and out of the tub.

Frodo felt as though all of his energy drained away with the water as Aragorn
replaced the plug and began to refill the tub with hot water.  Frodo lay back
and watched the droplets of water coarse down Aragorn's body as he moved
between the fire and the tub, carrying the bowls of heated water.  Soon the tub
was once again refilled and Aragorn rejoined Frodo and they lay quietly in the
water. 

As the afternoon grew they again picked up the sponges and bathing each other
spoke quietly of plans for the future. As the water again began to cool they
left the tub and slowly dried each other off enjoying the feel of the
other's body in their hands.

Wrapping a dry towel around him, Frodo walked over to the table and grabbing up
a handful of grapes went to lie on the pillows in front of the fire.  Aragorn
followed closely behind with the wine and cheese. 

They ate quietly in each other's arms, heads together enjoying the
closeness of the other. Frodo occasionally placing a grape into Aragorn's
open mouth, who would in turn, suck his fingers as he withdrew them. This
elicited a giggle from Frodo who then decided to do it again just to feel
Aragorn's tongue play with his fingertips.

Aragorn enveloped Frodo in his arms and held him tightly. "I swear to you
Frodo, I will never leave you. I'll die before I allow that to ever happen
again. Promise me the same my love for could not bear it if you were not by my
side."

"Aragorn I am yours for as long as you will have me and beyond."
Frodo spoke softly gazing up into Aragorn's sparkling green eyes. Their
lips brushed lightly together then more deeply. Their tongues grazed each
other's lips as their hands moved over the body of the other, muscles
contracting at the touch. 

The food forgotten they lay on the pillows touching and feeling, fingers splayed
over taught muscles, moving lower wrapping hands about firming shafts they
continued to gaze into each other's eyes, unblinking. 

Breathing in unison their hands pressing and moving along the lengths of
hardened erections.  "Frodo, I swear you're going to be the death of
me." Aragorn breathed his head dizzy with his pounding pulse.

"And you will be mine my love, but at least we will die by each
other's hands and not an enemy's." Frodo laughed, gasping in
reply. "Oh Aragorn don't stop, please." 

Hands moved in earnest, faster and harder against burning flesh. Their sensitive
tips sending spasms up the lengths as they touched with the movement. The mutual
caresses brought the quickening of their bodies, as both were unable to hold
back the tide of electrical heat. Spilling over their hands, mixing as one, they
cemented their union in a flood of hot seed. 

Each bringing a hand up to each others mouths they licked at the honey nectar
before kissing again, tasting the mix of saliva and semen mingle on their
tongues like a sweet wine. 

They continued to fondle and caress each other before falling into a deep sleep.
Waking a short time later, Frodo retrieved a wet cloth and bathed the remains of
their love from both of their bodies. As he moved the cloth over his
lover's body, Aragorn stretched and wrapped his arms about Frodo's
waist holding him tight.

"Aragorn, my love, we must get dressed."

"No."

"Elrond is having a feast for us, we should attend."

"I'm not hungry. Besides I have all I need right here."
Aragorn sleepily replied squeezing tighter.

"You silly goose! Come on now, your father waited for us to arrive here,
it would be rude to make him wait." Frodo said as he pinched
Aragorn's bottom making him buck away from the touch.

"Ouch! You little -  my father is used to me being obstinate, no wait,
that was Elrohir and Elladan." He replied with a giggle as he tickled
Frodo's sides.

"Aragorn!" Frodo yelped as he began to try to get wriggle out of his
grasp. "Let me go!"

"I will not! You still me owe me for denying me a morning's pleasure
in Bree!" Aragorn laughed as Frodo slipped out of his hands and ran across
the room. Jumping up Aragorn chased after him as Frodo placed a table between
himself and his pursuer. 

"Bree was not my fault! You wanted to go see the horses and left me
alone!" Frodo giggled as he dodged back and forth behind the table away
from Aragorn's reaching hands.

"You could have said something my dear little hobbit, now come
here!" Aragorn boomed as he raced around the table his fingers just
missing Frodo who raced over behind the set of dressing screens.  He could hear
Aragorn come up to stand on the other side.

"Oh Frodo?" Aragorn sang out with a devilish lilt in his voice,
"Come out come out, where ever you are!"  Frodo giggling on the
other side made a dash to the right as Aragorn swiped at the screens sending
them flying into the wall. 

"Gah! Aragorn!" 

Frodo ran laughing heartily around the end of the bed and as Aragorn made a move
to follow him, jumped up onto the mattress and back over to the other side.
Aragorn stopping short made a move back the other way and caught the bedpost in
the arm. He gasped and stopped grabbing at his arm, bending over with the pain.
"Aahh!"

Frodo seeing turned and seeing Aragorn was hurt raced back to his side
"Aragorn! What? What happened?" he cried frantically.

As he approached, Aragorn reached out with a loud "HAH!" and
grabbing him around the waist threw him onto the bed pinning him to the
mattress!

"You! Oh!" Frodo laughed in feigned outrage. Squirming below his
captor he shouted, "Release me sir or I'll have you punished!" 

"Oh that I would like to see my dear Mr. Baggins!" Aragorn laughed
heartily.

"I will!" Frodo screamed with laughter, tears streaming down his
face as he continued to wiggle, moving his head from side to side to elude
Aragorn's kisses.

"Lay still you fidgety creature! I'm not done with you yet!"
Aragorn giggled barely able to hold onto Frodo because he was laughing so hard.

"Aragorn!" Frodo cried, "You are going to be in so much
trouble! I'll have Elrond put you in chains for treating me thus!" 

"That can be arranged." Came a deep voice from the door. Both turned
to see Elrond standing in the door, a smirk threatening the corners of his
mouth. He was trying very hard not to bust out laughing at the site of the two
naked men wrestling on the bed. 

Aragorn and Frodo froze in place staring at him their mouths agape.

"Yes, well, I just wanted to let you know that supper will be on the table
shortly. Please feel free to join us when you are finished and are, well,
dressed." Elrond nodded slightly then turned and left the room, closing
the door behind him. A few moments later they heard Elrond's booming laugh
echo off the walls of the house. 

Both Frodo and Aragorn burst out laughing as they collapsed into each
other's arms on the bed. A few quick kisses later they were up and dressed
and headed to toward the dining hall.

TBC ~ BU

Title: Stolen Night 15/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: NC17
Summary: In Rivendell, Elrond suggests that Frodo and Aragorn remain until more
is found out of the creature that roams Middle Earth. Something is amiss with
the twins.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I won't make money off of them,
Tolkien is probably rolling in his grave but then it's good for the
circulation for where would we be without that?!
Warning: Angst and Sex. How they do love each other's company.
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior
when I inflicted this upon them, especially Liv and Trish for keeping me
sane and giving me obscure Tolkien information to keep me going!

Installment 15 - Remnants of Evil
 
The table was laden with a great feast and Frodo was beside himself. He
hadn't eaten in true hobbit fashion since leaving the Shire and Aragorn
was amazed at the amount of food he had eaten in so short a time. 

With Frodo and Aragorn taking seats on either side of Elrond, Gimli, Legolas,
Elladan and Elrohir sat at the round table, as the trio of fair-haired elves
Frodo had seen earlier served the food and drink.

They talked of the last few years, events in Gondor after Aragorn abdicated his
thrown, Faramir's kingship etc. As the food diminished talk turned to the
more urgent matters at hand.

"I wish I could be of more assistance is discovering the origins of the
creature. I've spent the better half of the last seven years trying to
discover where and how this thing took control of Arwen. But I've had no
luck." Elrond explained to the group.

"Elrond, I do not understand how this "thing' was able to
enter Rivendell in the first place." Aragorn responded. "I would
have thought the protection of the elves should have kept something like this
out."

"It would keep it out Estel. Which brings me to the only two possibilities
for its entrance here.  First is that she encountered it elsewhere, on the road
to Lothlorien maybe? And Second that someone else brought it into Rivendell.
Which ever is the case, it had infiltrated the lands here and I have spent a
great deal of time over these past years ensuring that it will not
return." 

Elrond went on to explain the reinforcements to the palace and the surrounding
forests. With the few elves that remained in Rivendell at this time it was a
daunting task. Elrond had sent all spare guards to Lothlorien during
Arwen's confinement there and they followed that contingent to the West
when she was taken there.

Elladan fidgeted in his chair as the conversation went on. He was looking
unusually pale and Elrohir watched him closely. Leaning over he whispered,
"Are you well, my brother?"

"Yes, of course!" he snapped back. Elrohir sat back up with a start.
His twin had not been so short with him in a very long time. All eyes at the
table turned at the

"Is there a problem my son?" Elrond asked Elladan.

"No," Elladan stammered, "Forgive me, I am just weary. I beg
your leave to retire to my rooms alone." Elrohir flinched at the emphasis
he placed on the word "alone'.

"Of course. Do sleep well my son." Elrond replied quietly. Elladan
stood and bowing slightly, turned and left the room. Elrohir watched him go, but
did not follow for fear of angering his brother, but his heart was breaking at
the thought. Aragorn placed a reassuring hand on his.

"He'll be fine Elrohir." He said quietly. Elrohir nodded and
sat quietly staring down at his hands. 

Elrond's eyes followed his son as he left the room. He was concerned more
because he had recently been spending more and more time alone, away from
Elrohir. While this was not a bad thing, it brought to mind all too clearly his
actions after his captivity so many years prior.

"Aragorn is right, Elladan needs some rest," Elrond said as he
looked back at his other son. "Elrohir, have you told Aragorn of your
plans yet?" Aragorn and the rest of the group turned to the dark haired
elf, waiting for a response. It came very quietly.

"I, we, have decided to stay in Middle Earth. We will not be going to the
Gray Havens." Aragorn looked back to Elrond, who met his gaze with a looks
of frustration as he shook his head but said nothing. 

"You're not going to the West?" Legolas stammered, his eyes
wide as saucers. "But why?"

"No. Elladan wants to stay and I'll not leave him." 

Elrond spoke up, "While I do not agree with their decision it is theirs to
make. I just hope they you do not regret it Elrohir. You will give up much when
you choose to follow such a decision."

"I know father, but I will not leave him to wander alone." 

"If it is truly your choice Elrohir I will not question it." Aragorn
spoke up in a calm, yet comforting voice. Then looking to Frodo, "I know
all too well the pain that comes with the loss of a loved one and I would not
wish it upon anyone." Frodo smiled yet his heart ached for the noble dark
haired elf.

Elrohir graced Aragorn with a thankful smile before looking to his father, lips
trembling. "May I be excused father?"

Elrond nodded and Elrohir took his leave. They were all silent for a short time
before Aragorn struck the conversation anew, "Elrond, did Gandalf have
anymore information when he sent word of our arrival?"

"No, very little information other than you had been followed out of the
Shire by a creature very like the one that afflicted Arwen and that you were
traveling here as quickly as possible. He also said he would be coming here
after gathering some more information so he is still searching for some answers.
I hope he is able to find them."

Gimli, who had remained quiet through out the evening, coughed lightly
"Yes, well Lord Elrond, as a friend of these two fine gentleman and
yourself I have to ask if you think they will be safe here? Or would they be
better traveled somewhere else?"

"I believe they will be safe here. Here or Lothlorien. While there are few
elves left there, those that remain guard the land well." Elrond turned to
Aragorn, "I do not wish you to leave here, or if you do go only to
Lothlorien. Your path would be too dangerous I fear. I understand yours and
Frodo's desire to start a new life, but that can be done just as easily
here as anywhere." 

"We would not want to intrude Lord Elrond" Frodo responded looking
toward Aragorn who nodded in agreement. "Nor be burden to anyone."

"Nonsense. Those that are here are few. And soon most of us will be
gone." Elrond responded.

"Us? You're leaving then?" Aragorn questioned.

"Yes Estel. My heart much desires to travel to the West. I would have gone
with the others had I not received word from Gandalf." At the look of
despair in Aragorn's eyes, he took his foster son's hand in his own.
"All will be well for you Aragorn, of that I have no doubt."

Turning to Frodo on his other side, he also took his hand "Frodo, while
Estel may not be my natural born son, he is very much part of my heart. You are
welcome here as you are in his heart and as such have become part of mine as
well."

Frodo beamed a smile at the Lord of Rivendell then looking to Aragorn smiled all
the more when he saw the love in his eyes. The rest of the meal revolved around
lighter topics as Legolas and Gimli again began their debate on what was the
most spectacular sight in Middle Earth. Soon all were laughing at their various
exploits and adventures.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

As Aragorn and Frodo returned to their room later in the evening, Frodo fell
backwards onto the bed, Aragorn looked at him with his arms and legs spread wide
and laughed, "And is this little display supposed to get my
attention?"

Frodo giggled as wiggled his hips against the mattress, "What you
don't want me now?"  

"Oh, I want you my dear Frodo. But I am afraid you' quite wore me
out this afternoon and I don't know that I could do anything about."

Frodo huffed and jumping up from the bed, ran behind Aragorn and shoved him face
first down onto the bed. "Too tired eh? Well, we'll just see about
that!" Frodo cackled as he pulled Aragorn's breeches down over his
buttocks. All the while trying to keep him on his belly.

"Hey! Gads but you are a randy little thing aren't you?"
Aragorn shouted between laughs. "What did you eat tonight because I
don't recall oysters being on the ta,.ble! Aaahhh!" he
screamed as Frodo managed to get his breeches down around his knees and was
tugging at his boots. They were so tightly tied that he nearly pulled Aragorn
completely off the bed.

"Why do you tie these so tight!" Frodo grunted as he freed one foot
and grabbed at the next. "You always have to be SO difficult!"

"Me? Difficult?" Aragorn laughed again as the second boot came free
and Frodo pulled his breeches off over his feet. "Are you happy now?
You've managed to de-pants a former king!" Aragorn was near
hysterics as Frodo smacked him hard enough on the buttocks to leave a mark.

"That's what you get for chasing me before! And that's,"
SMACK "what you get for tickling me mercilessly!" Aragorn was
laughing so hard tears rolled down his face unheeded and he was having a hard
time breathing.

Frodo grabbed one arm, rolled him over onto his back and straddling his waist
bent over him until his nose was just inches from Aragorn's face. Aragorn
catching his breathing but still giggling looked up into those sparkling blue
pools so full of love and smiled.

"And this," Frodo continued, "is what you get just because
I'm madly in love with you!" He pressed his lips to Aragorn's,
his tongue slid penetrating into the wet heat of his mouth.

Aragorn brought his hands up to Frodo's face pushing his hair back from
his face as their tongues met gliding together in a wild tango. Frodo began
pulling at the buttons of Aragorn's shirt; frustrated at his fumbling
fingers he ripped the shirt open sending buttons skittering across the floor.

"That was my best shirt Frodo." Aragorn mumbled against his lips.

"Oh do be quiet Aragorn." Frodo breathed against his cheek.

Running his tongue down Aragorn's chin and neck he began placing biting
kisses across his skin. Aragorn moaned as shivers ran across his flesh with
every nip. He pulled at Frodo's shirt and loosing it from the waistband of
his trousers pulled it up running his hands over the sweat glistened skin of his
torso before slipping it over his arms and head.  

Frodo sucked at the hardening peaks of Aragorn's nipples, his tongue
flicking at the tips sending electrical jolts through his body. Frodo could feel
Aragorn's manhood hardening against his thigh as he moved lower down his
body.

Closing his eyes Aragorn allowed himself the luxury of feeling his lover's
mouth tasting, teasing biting his skin. He felt as if his flesh burned with blue
fire as his head swam through the touches covering his body.

Frodo moved lower still over his belly licking at the crevasse again nipping at
the skin making Aragorn flinch against the touch. Sliding his hand down into the
soft dark curls he wrapped his fingers around the base of the rigid shaft as he
continued to nibble at tender skin of his belly.

Aragorn clawed at Frodo's back with one hand and grasped at the bedclothes
with the other.  He grunted through clenched teeth as Frodo began twisting his
fingers in a tight circular motion up his length.

"Frodo! Please, oh Eru!" he cried as Frodo rubbed against the
vulnerable tip with his thumb. He felt Frodo's hot breath against the soft
skin beneath as he placed soft wet kisses along the bottom of his erection.

Spreading his legs wider to give him more access Frodo smiled secretly as he
began nibbling down one of his inner thighs to the knee while he continued to
fondle the throbbing member. 

Aragorn pulling at the sheets below him tugged them up from the edges mattress
causing him to dig in at the padding below him. Whimpering in earnest with
panting breaths as Frodo continued to nibble his way back down the other thigh,
his hand still moving over the Aragorn's length. 

Opening his eyes Aragorn stared up at the ceiling and could have sworn he could
see straight through to the stars as he felt the wet heat of Frodo mouth
caressing the pulsating flesh.

His body arched, his hips lifting upward pressing his erect member deeper into
Frodo's ravenous mouth. His tongue lapped at the firm edges as he sucked
harder and harder at the solid throbbing member. Aragorn felt dizzy as the
sensations rocked his muscles. 

Frodo dragged his teeth upward along the length then flicking his tongue at the
tip he blew a breath across the peak. Aragorn held his breath as goose bumps
broke out over his body, every hair standing on end. A small bead pearl of
liquid gathered at the tip.

Taking him fully into his mouth again Frodo wound his fingers snugly around the
base twisting firmly feeling his pulse pounding beneath his palms. Tremors from
deep within his core shot through Aragorn's body causing muscles to
contract and his hips to buck violently upward as he climaxed into Frodo's
mouth. 

Frozen against the spasms constricting against his will Aragorn cried out
soundlessly sucking a great draft of air into his burning lungs. His body
collapsed down onto the bed, spent he lay with his legs wide, knuckles white
against the sheets clenched in his fists. 

Residual spasms raced through him as Frodo licked at his spilled seed, cleansing
his skin with his tongue and soft warm lips. 

His body completely relaxed he again closed his eyes as he felt crawl up along
side of him. Kissing his mouth Aragorn could still taste the hot sweet liquid on
his lips and tongue. 

"Frodo, oh my stars" Aragorn moaned.

"Hush my love," Frodo breathed in reply, his own mind swimming in
the experience as he laid his head against Aragorn's chest he closed his
eyes and both fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

TBC ~ BU

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Title: Stolen Night 16/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn, Legolas/Elrond
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo and Aragorn on their first full day in Rivendell find themselves
witness to a meeting they had not expected.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I won't make money off of them,
Tolkien is probably rolling in his grave but then it's good for the
circulation for where would we be without that?!
Warning: Consensual Sex and voyeurism. 
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: This installment is dedicated to Kate, who asked if the elves
might be able to come out and play. She asked for it, she got it!

Installment 16 ~ The Eyes Have It

Surely who ever speaks to me in the right voice... him or her shall I follow ~
Madonna

Frodo awoke to the chirping of birds the next morning. Stretching and yawning
the first thing he noticed was that Aragorn was no longer in bed with him.
Looking around he found that Aragorn was not even in the room.  There was a
knock at the door and he called for them to enter.

One of the fair-haired elves quietly entered with a tray of food and drink.
Leaving it on the table he slipped back out the door almost as quickly as he had
come. Frodo climbed out of bed and stuffing a piece of bacon into his mouth then
proceeded to get dressed.

With a biscuit and cup of warmed cider in hand Frodo walked out onto the terrace
to enjoy the view of the valley.  The sun was warm with a cool breeze that
wafted through the trees. While standing there he realized that at the end of
the terrace for there were stairs that led to the gardens below. 

Setting his cup on the railing he followed the stairs down into a magnificent
garden of flowers. A riot of color met his gaze as blues, reds, golden orange
and purples adorned everything. Insects buzzing from blossom to blossom paid him
no attention as he wandered along the winding path occasionally stopping to
identify a bloom or sit on a bench and enjoy the morning.

Not before long he came to an intersection in the path. To the left he could see
the blue sparkling pool at the base of the waterfall. The path to the right led
into a wooded glade where wildflowers bloomed amongst the trees and grasses. 

Following the path to the right it slopped gently upward and opened into a small
clearing. Flowers grew around the edges and in the center was a statue of marble
of a beautiful woman, sitting on a pedestal. Kneeling in front of it was
Aragorn, his head bent down in prayer.

Frodo was at a loss for a moment, not wanting to disturb Aragorn but he was
equally curious as to why he was here. Taking a few steps more into the clearing
Aragorn raised his head and looked around to Frodo. A soft smile graced his face
as he held out a hand to him.

Frodo approached slowly and taking Aragorn's hand knelt down beside him. 
Aragorn gazed at him for a short time then returned to his prayers. Frodo looked
about him to the forested walls of the clearing. It was completely peaceful and
beautiful. Kneeling beside his love he decided to say a small prayer to the
powers that they be granted peace and a long life together. 

As Aragorn finished he rose and helping Frodo up they turned and left the small
clearing. Walking back along the path they climbed the stairs to the terrace.
Aragorn took a seat on a small bench there and watched Frodo shoo away the bee
that hovered over his cup. With a small laugh Frodo turned to him "Who was
the woman, the one the statue was made for?" he asked.

"My mother. That is her grave." Aragorn replied softly. Frodo took a
seat next to Aragorn on the bench and rested his head on his shoulder.
"Frodo I need to know something."

"Anything my love."

"Could you be happy here in Rivendell? If we were to stay here rather than
go somewhere else?" Aragorn asked as he stared out over the valley.

"I'm certain I would be, it is a beautiful place. As long as you
were beside me I'd be happy anywhere, even Mordor!" Frodo exclaimed
with a giggle that made Aragorn screw up his face into a grimace.

"Mordor? Are you mad? You must be! That is it! I'm in love with a
mad man! Oh, who will pity me now!" Aragorn cried in mock horror hiding
his face in his hands.

"Oh stop!" Frodo continued. "Besides if I'm a mad man,
you must be a raving lunatic! Wandering the country side in search of poor
innocent hobbits whose reputation you can make a debauchery of!"

Aragorn scoffed at him,  "Debauchery? YOU! Dare call ME depraved Frodo
Baggins? And I would beg to differ on your innocence as well my dear little
hobbit, the way you waggle that little buttocks when you're around
me." Aragorn crossed his arms, lifted his chin and sniffed mightily at the
air as traces of a smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"You know what you did you evil man!" Frodo laughed accusingly at
him, standing up with his hands on his hips he stood in front of him, glaring
down at him with a look of agitation on his face. "Do not even try denying
it! You! You vixen!"

The two stared at each other as the smiles played at the corners of their mouths
for a few moments before bursting out laughing. Frodo pounced on Aragorn,
wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Aragorn held him tight, not wanting to
ever let him go and decided it was time.

Picking him up by the waist Aragorn threw Frodo over his shoulder and headed for
the stairs again. Frodo was laughing, telling Aragorn to put him down as he
playfully pounded on his back. Following the path through the garden he headed
to the left and the waterfall. 

Suddenly Aragorn ducked behind a large bush, setting Frodo on his feet he placed
a hand over his mouth, quieting him.  Frodo looked at him concerned they saw
that Aragorn was watching something over his shoulder. Turning he quickly ducked
down behind bush next to Aragorn who pointed toward the pool.

Frodo peeked between the leaves and saw what Aragorn had been looking at. Elrond
and Legolas were standing in the middle of the pool locked in a passionate
embrace. Frodo's breath caught in his throat as he watched the pair in
silence. Looking to Aragorn he saw the quiet smile on his face.

Turning back to the pair in the water he could see the light glistening off
their moist skin. Elrond and Legolas were oblivious to everything but each
other. Hands moved over soft ivory flesh as they kissed deeply, exploring each
other's mouths with their tongues.

Elrond pulled his head back and looked into the violet depths of Legolas's
eyes. His breath coming in ragged breaths as Legolas's hands moved down
over his chest to his hips, pulling him tightly against his body. He moaned
deeply as their hardened elfhood met in the crush.

Legolas nuzzling his neck bit at the tender skin along his collarbone. Elrond
let his head fall back, the sunlight pouring over his face made him look like an
angel. Legolas moaned as Elrond's hand slid between their bellies and his
fingers wrapped around his rigid shaft.

The water moving around their waists with the motions of their hips thrusting
against one and other.  "I want you deep inside me Elrond" Legolas
moaned against the ivory skin of his neck.

"Yes Legolas" Elrond groaned as he turned in his arms, his hand
gliding around and up his body. Elrond slid his long blond hair to the side and
he kissed his shoulder, his tongue tracing a path to the receptive flesh of his
neck up to the edge of his pointed ear.

Legolas panting Elrond's name, begged him to take him. Elrond smirked
looking at his handsome profile "So eager Legolas.  You wish it to be over
before it's begun."

"Please Elrond, I can not bear it, OH!" Legolas moaned as Elrond
bucked his hips sharply against his backside. "Please," he
gasped, letting his head fall back against Elrond's shoulder. His hands
reaching around behind him to grasp Elrond's hips and hold them close.

"Your wish is my command my prince" Elrond whispered against his
ear, his tongue flicking at the lobe. Bringing his hands down he slid his
fingers along Legolas' buttocks finding the valley between, he found his
mark and guided himself deep within the tight muscles.

Aragorn looked at Frodo beside him, his mouth hung open and there was a deep
blush upon his cheeks. He placed a finger under his chin and closed his mouth.
Frodo looked at him with wide eyes and swallowing hard asked, "Have they
been lovers long Aragorn?"

"Not that I know of Frodo" Aragorn replied with a smile.
"Would it matter?" He leaned over and gently kissed him on the mouth
then turned back to the couple in the water. Frodo looked at him for a moment
longer before turning back to the couple as well. 

Elrond and Legolas were moving together as one, hips grinding against each
other.  Soft gasping breathes punctuated by moans of love. Frodo smiled as he
felt Aragorn's arm wrap around his waist, pulling him close to his body. 
He quickly kissed Aragorn on the cheek before turning his attention back to the
pool.

Elrond arched his back biting at the sensitive of Legolas' back. Legolas
grunted at the pain and the building friction. He took himself with his own hand
and rubbing it over the length matched the movement building the fire in his
inner core. He felt he would explode.

Frodo could feel Aragorn's hardened shaft pressing against his leg and his
own threatening to tear through his pants. Aragorn moaning softly slid a hand
into Frodo's breeches and with a firm grip began to move across his
erection in time with the movements of the elves before them.

Gasping Frodo followed suit to give Aragorn the same pleasure he bestowed upon
him.  Soon all four men were moving in unison in their different vantage points.
Touching and feeling, a union of spirits they all moved as one, all falling into
dizzying spasms of powerful vibrations. 

Gasping breathes with short moans of gratification as one by one each burst in
climax. The elves crying out each other's names loudly into the morning
air, holding onto each other tightly as their hips bucked violently against one
and other. 

The hobbit and man silently hidden in their wooded glade, heads leaning against
each other, their breath mingling as their lips pressed together.

Aragorn and Frodo watched as Elrond and Legolas dipped beneath the water then
breaking the surface at the edge, walking upon the shore. Their lean ivory
bodies flushed and glistening as the water cascading down their skin. Silently
they donned their robes and walked away down another wooded path.

Aragorn and Frodo remained where they were for a time before they turned and
headed back to their room. Secret smiles etched upon their faces. 

TBC ~ BU


Title: Stolen Night 17/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo and Aragorn settling in at Rivendell. While Aragorn pours over
old books looking for clues that would uncover the mysterious creatures plaguing
them and Middle Earth, Frodo in an attempt to be helpful finds himself on a path
long forgotten.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I won't make money off of them,
Tolkien is probably rolling in his grave but then it's good for the
circulation for where would we be without that?!
Warning: Angst Angst Angst followed by comfort sex (of course)
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior
when I inflicted this upon them- especially Sue, Vic and Trish! 


Installment 17 - A World Less Traveled

Aragorn and Frodo spent the rest of the morning quietly in their room. Aragorn
poured over old books and scrolls hoping something might jump out at him in
regards to the "creature'. 

Frodo, while having left his book for Sam to finish spent most of his unpacking
their bags and tidying up. He didn't feel right about taking the few
remaining elves away from more important tasks to do this for them; even if
Elrond had told him the night before that it was their duty to do so. Besides he
liked the thought of being able to look after Aragorn for a change.

"Frodo?" Aragorn asked as he looked up from his scrolls, "When
Bilbo wrote his book, was there anything in there about the Angband? I know he
went to the Lonely Mountain but I can't recall if he said anything about
the Angband?"

Frodo's brow creased as he thought for a moment, "No, I don't
recall the Angband being in his book. Why? Do you think that is where this
creature came from?" 

"I'm grasping at threads. I don't know what it is about the
name. I must go to the library and find that book on the Angband." Aragorn
began to rise when Frodo jumped up from his chair.

"I'll go Aragorn, you keep reading" Aragorn seemed about to
protest as Frodo continued, "No really, it will give me something to do
and I want to help. This thing affects me as well you know." With a quick
kiss to Aragorn's cheek, Frodo was out the door and headed to the library.

Frodo dug through book after book, scroll after scroll looking for more
information on the Angband but found little. There was one book that describes
the land of the Witch-King so he scooped up the book and headed back to Aragorn
staring down at the words in the book and not paying attention to where he was
going.

Soon he found himself in another part of the palace he had never been in before.
In fact he was completely lost. He felt as though he had somehow gotten
underground for the corridors were very narrow and dark. 

The deep red carpet and torches burning on walls made him think that he may have
somehow wandered near Elrond's quarters. He wondered if he would ever find
his way out when he turned a corner and there at the end of the hall, sat an
elf. 

He sat on the edge of a gilt chair, head down reading a scroll. He had long deep
red hair and his skin was very pale, almost translucent. Frodo had walked about
half the distance of the hallway when he looked up at him.  Frodo froze in his
tracks. 

The elf's eyes were large and looked black as pitch. His lips were dark
red and when he smiled his teeth were so white they almost glowed. He wore a
dark green tunic and cloak that seemed to suck the very light into the vortex of
darkness and diminish it. Frodo suddenly felt chilled to the bone under the gaze
of the elf, as if an icy wind blew over his mind.

"Hello little one. You look lost." The elf said in a deep sensuous
voice that resonated with a snakelike hiss. Frodo for all his years did not know
what it was that frightened him about this elf but he felt as though he wanted
to jump out of his skin. "You can not speak?"

"I can speak" Frodo replied shakily. "I've never seen
you before."

The elf smiled even more "Well then, I should introduce myself." The
elf stood and walked up to Frodo with a hand extended, a large jeweled ring on
his finger. "My name is Alcrothion." 

"Frodo Baggins" Taking the elf's hand Frodo was startled, so
cold and dry he felt as though his flesh was burned. With a brief shake Frodo
drew back his hand and held it out from his body, afraid to pass the sensation
anywhere else. Looking up at the elf's face Frodo felt dizzy for he seemed
to tower over him like the Orthanc.

"Well, now we are introduced and I shall not keep you as you seem to be in
a hurry. I must warn you though, it is not safe for you to wander through these
halls. They are old and much of the stonework is starting to crumble."

"I don't even know how I got here." Frodo replied in whispered
tone.

The elf smiled and raised an eyebrow. He bent low and with his face just inches
from Frodo's. Frodo felt his sickly sour breath brush across his face.
Running a finger along Frodo's jaw line he breathed "So small and
precious. It would be shame if you were to be hurt or lost."  

Alcrothion pointed to a large polished wooden door with bright brass hinges
shining in the darkness down the hall "You can find your way out through
that door there. Until we meet again my dear Frodo." 

"Goodbye" he answered quickly. 

Frodo had to force himself to take even steps and not to race toward the door.
The elf had stood to his full height again and began to walk away down the hall.
When he reached the door he turned to look at the elf again, but he was gone.
Frodo glanced both ways down the hall but could find no trace of the elf. 

Terrified he pulled the door open and stepped out into a garden courtyard,
streaming with sunlight. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment.
All the fear seemed to drain out of him in the light. 

There was a slam behind him and he whipped around to look at the doorway and the
terror returned with what he saw there. The large wooden door was weatherworn,
the hinges were rusted and it was barely visible for it was covered with vines.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

"I was not dreaming this Aragorn! It was real I know it was! And so was
that elf, Alcrothion!" Frodo said again, frustrated and getting angrier by
the minute. Aragorn, Legolas and Elrond had been trying to reason with Frodo
since Legolas found him in the old gardens.

"Frodo, those halls have been closed up for most of the last age. They
were used to protect the elves here in times of war. You couldn't possibly
have entered them as the entrances have been bricked over. The door you speak of
is the only accessible entrance making it impossible for you to have entered it
from another area." Elrond stated simply.

Elrond looked at Frodo and continued "And Alcrothion did you say? There
has never been an elf by that name in Imladris, or Rivendell for that matter.
Nor one that fits that description."

"I SAW him! He was real! I felt his breath on my face and his hand in
mine! Look at my palm!" Frodo shouted thrusting his hand out where the
three to see it, "How do you explain this! And my face!"

The palm of his hand was marked with red streaks and the same marks were along
his jaw. Elrond had examined them thoroughly earlier but could not determine the
origin. He concluded that they could be an allergic reaction to something Frodo
had come in contact with and applied a salve that was already diminishing the
redness. 

"Frodo" Aragorn knelt down next to Frodo's chair, placing a
hand on his arm. "We know you're upset and it is understandable. But
you have to understand what we are telling you. There is no way for you to have
gotten into those halls, none." 

Frodo looked at him and tried desperately not to be angry yet he was frustrated
beyond belief and could only shake his head and look away.

"Are you certain that you did not fall asleep in the gardens Frodo?"
Legolas asked. "You didn't seem to recognize me when I found you.
You could have been dreaming so deeply that you imagined it and only thought
yourself awake."

"Legolas I swear to you I did not sleep. This was not a dream."
Frodo said placing his face in his hands. "Why won't any of you
believe me?"

Aragorn looked to Elrond and Legolas who were both mystified by the claims Frodo
was making. All either could do was shake their head and shrug their shoulders.
Gimli entered the room having returned from the garden where Frodo was found.

"I've cut down the vines and tried opening the door. Short of
chopping it to bits with my axe there is no way to enter as the door is rusted
shut." He grumbled.

"So now I'm mad" Frodo mumbled looking up sheepishly.

"No Frodo" Aragorn said wrapping an arm around his shoulders,
"We don't think you're mad. We do believe something happened
but we're at a lost as to what it was. We don't mean to make you
more upset than you already are. We want to find out what happened and the only
way to do that is to ask questions." 

Glancing up to Elrond their eyes met and Aragorn knew that Elrond did not have
answer and was at as much of a loss as the rest. "Frodo, would it make you
feel better to retrace your steps this afternoon. We could walk that path you
took and see what we can find." Frodo nodded and he an Aragorn left the
room.

Gimli turned to Elrond and Legolas, "There is no way he could have been in
that area. The wooden door has all but turned to stone. I tried taking my axe to
it and could not even chip a piece out."

"I think that Legolas may be right." Elrond replied, "He may
have fallen asleep and walked to the garden, dreaming the whole thing. Yet I
don't know, the marks concern me. While they are nothing more than a
reaction to something, I do not know what they are a reaction to."

Legolas was still staring at the door that Aragorn and Frodo had walked through.
He had felt something when he found Frodo in the garden, brief enough not to
catch it, but it was there. And that is what concerned him.

Aragorn and Frodo tried to retrace his steps from the library, but came to wall
after wall, finding the bricked walls Elrond had spoken of earlier. "I
don't understand Aragorn, this wasn't here before. It wasn't
like this I swear." Aragorn held his hand and they investigated every
possible path ending up in the old garden where Legolas had found him. 

Frodo looked at the door, the vines freshly cut away by Gimli's axe.
Looking at it now he realized that it was impossible for him to have opened the
door at all, for it was clearly rusted tightly shut.

Hanging his head, he sat down on a bench and began to cry. "I didn't
dream this Aragorn, you must believe me." Aragorn sat down next to him,
gathering him in his arms.

"Please don't cry Frodo. I know something must have happened. We
will figure this out." Frodo wrapped his arms around Aragorn's waist
and buried his face against his chest. "Sshh my love, all is well, you are
safe. I will never let anything hurt you."

Frodo held him all the tighter as Aragorn's gaze moved to the door in the
wall. "Frodo let us leave this place." Frodo nodded and wiping at
the tears that now stained his face, they left the old garden hand in hand.

As they reached the newer gardens the bushes and flowers became more beautiful
and well kept. Aragorn took the path that would take them by the waterfall. As
they walked on Frodo seemed to calm down.

When they reached the waterfall, Frodo stopped to look into the dark blue water
of the pool. He took a deep ragged breath and held it for a moment to help calm
his nerves. Aragorn moved behind him and wrapped his arms around him. He gently
kissed and nuzzled his neck.

Frodo brought a hand up and stroked Aragorn's hair. "I'm sorry
I was so upset before" he whispered gazing at the sparkling stars playing
on the ripples of water.

"There is nothing to be sorry for Nin melethron" Aragorn breathed
against his skin as he slid his hands across his chest and belly pulling him
closer against his body. Tremors ran over Frodo's skin as he felt
Aragorn's breath upon his neck, his hands upon his body.

"Aragorn love me" he sighed closing his eyes.

Aragorn slid a hand into Frodo's shirt and teased a stiffening nipple.
"Oh Aragorn I love you so much" Frodo breathed as he let his head
loll back against Aragorn's chest his eyes closed.

Aragorn lifted his chin up and pressing his lips to his mouth drank deeply. His
tongue sliding idly along his lips and into his mouth savoring the sweet taste
it found there. His hand slid down his chest to his belly.

Frodo groaned as his erection pressed tightly inside his breeches when
Aragorn's hand slid over the growing bulge, fondling him firmly. He could
feel Aragorn pressing harder against his backside. Aragorn moaned and taking
Frodo by the waist turned him around as he knelt down in front of him.

Frodo held Aragorn's face in his hands as he unbuttoned his breeches and
pulled them down over his legs and he stepped out of them. Running his hands up
Frodo's legs Aragorn pulled him forward and kissed his rigid flesh. Frodo
watched him as his lips moved over his flesh, his hands running through his long
dark hair.

When Aragorn teased the velvet skin of the tip Frodo gasped and threw his head
back.  The sun shining on his face he could see Aragorn's emerald green
eyes in his mind.  Those eyes exploded into a million sparkling stars as Aragorn
took him fully into his mouth, his tongue lapping at the length of him.

Licking and sucking at his hard member Aragorn feeding greedily at his flesh.
Frodo felt as though his mind was slipping into the caress of black velvet
pillows only to be pulled back into the grasp of electric shocks as Aragorn
began to massage the tender sack below. 

Aragorn pulled his teeth lightly down the length, nipping at the throbbing
flesh. Sucking at the head he pulled back and blew lightly over the wet tip.
"Ooooh! Aragorn!" Frodo yelped as shivers coursed through his body. 

All sound seemed to vanish and Frodo could only hear his heart pounding in his
ears. He looked down at Aragorn as he arched his back, thrusting his hips
forward pushing himself deep into wet heat. Frodo's mouth formed a silent
cry as all the air pressed out of his lungs. 

Aragorn sliding his hands around to grasp Frodo's buttocks gripped them
firmly as he began to move along his length with more earnest. Faster and
faster, harder and harder the moist friction building and driving Frodo closer
to a climax. 

Frodo felt the tongue moving over him like flames, burning his skin. Dizzy he
grasped at Aragorn's shoulders trying to hold himself up as his knees
threatened to buckle below him. Closer and closer, their bodies rocked against
each other, his hips thrusting forward. 

When his release came he cried out Aragorn's name his voice echoing
against the cliffs towering above them. The hot sweet liquid pouring into
Aragorn's mouth, running over his teeth and tongue, down his throat.

Licking at the sticky fluid as Frodo gasped trying to breathe again. He
whispered Aragorn's name over and over as waves of quicksilver vibrated
over every inch of his body.  Releasing him finally Aragorn sat back on his
heels as Frodo's knees finally gave way and he collapsed into his waiting
arms. 

They hugged tightly in silence for a time. Memories of the afternoons trials
forgotten for the time in the wake of the afternoon's pleasure. A cool
breeze kissed their bodies as the sun shone down brightly between the trees
sparkling like stars dancing on the rippling waves of the pool.

TBC ~ BU

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Title: Stolen Night 18/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Aragorn teaches Frodo to swim and they find more love in the afternoon.
If only it would last the night.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I won't make money off of them,
Tolkien is probably rolling in his grave but then it's good for the
circulation for where would we be without that?!
Warning: Graphic Comfort sex, Frodo's Shy and a nightmare attacks.
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior
when I inflicted this upon them- especially Sue, Vic and especially Trish
who keeps me filled with Hobbity Goodness!

Installment 18 - Of Ships and Hobbits

Aragorn held Frodo tightly, not wanting to loose him. Frodo lifted his head off
of Aragorn's shoulder and looked into his eyes. The fear that had taken
hold of Frodo earlier in the day finally seemed to have dissipated but he could
tell that Frodo was still disturbed by it.

"I love you Aragorn, so much."

"Oh Frodo" Aragorn whispered as he touched his forehead to
Frodo's. "I'm so sorry if it seemed like I didn't
believe you or support you before. I think I was as frightened as you were just
at the thought that you could be harmed here."

"I don't want to talk about that anymore, not here, not now."
Frodo pressed his lips to Aragorn's in a soft sensuous caress. 

"Well" Aragorn breathed, "just what is it that you would like
to do?" Frodo smiled and nuzzled his neck. "Oh, that." Aragorn
chuckled. "Let's go for a swim."

"You can go for the swim, I'll stay in the shallows." Aragorn
looked at him with a wrinkled brow. "I can't swim Aragorn."

Aragorn shook his head with a smile "Well we will have to rectify that
situation won't we."

"Aragorn, hobbits sink in water! I'll drown!" 

"Nin melethron, I would never let you drown" he replied as he
pushed Frodo's shirt off over his arms.  Frodo slid off his lap and sat on
the ground as Aragorn stood and began to disrobe. After he removed his shirt and
began to undo the ties of his pants he noticed Frodo raising an eyebrow and a
wicked smile come to his face.

"You enjoying yourself?" he asked with a laugh.

"Hhm, yes." Frodo giggled. Aragorn smiled and slowed down his
motions, slipping his pants down inch by inch. Stopping just before revealing
his manhood, he put his hands on his hips and looked down at Frodo who was
watching him with great anticipation.

"You want something from me sir?" Aragorn asked.

"You know what I want."

"No, I do not believe that I do."

Frodo laughed and in a blink of an eye, jumped up at Aragorn grabbing his pants
wrenching them down quickly and knocking Aragorn over in the process onto the
grass.  He ripped his pants down over his feet and then pouncing on Aragorn he
straddled his waist and pinned his hands to the ground.

Aragorn was laughing so hard from the fall that he was trying to catch his
breath. Frodo bent down and kissed him hard on the mouth. Aragorn returned the
kiss before pushing up at the hands that held his knocking Frodo off balance and
onto the grass next to him. He scrambled to his feet and ran full force toward
the pool and with a whooping cry dove into the deep crystal blue water.

Frodo who was a few steps behind him had run a few steps into the pool then
stopped realizing that the pool was much deeper than he thought. He looked out
over the glassy water and didn't see Aragorn anywhere.
"Aragorn?" he called out taking a few more tentative steps in, the
warm blue water now high around his waist.

"Aragorn!" he cried with more earnest when he still did not appear.
Frodo began to panic when he saw nothing to indicate where Aragorn was.
"Aragorn!" he screamed the panic now clear in his voice. 

Panting and scanning the water looking for any sign of his lover he stood
quietly hoping to hear something. All was silence. His mind was racing with
terror that he might be hurt or caught by something under the water. His eyes
strained against the glistening light reflecting off the water. Silence.

A great splash of water overcame him as Aragorn burst out of the pool directly
in front of Frodo, grabbing him in his arms. "You bastard!" Frodo
yelled at him, his heart was pounding from the terror that had raced through his
body. 

"I thought you were hurt or trapped! You scared the life out of me!"
Frodo spun on his heels and began to make his way out of the pool but was
stopped by Aragorn's arms winding around his waist pulling him close to
his body.

"Frodo, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to frighten you. I
shouldn't have done that with all that had happened earlier."
Aragorn said quietly having realized his error immediately. "Please
forgive me."

Frodo hung his head as he wrapped his hands over Aragorn's "I should
hate you but I love you too much. Just do not do that again!" he said as
he turned back around to look Aragorn in the face. He looked up into
Aragorn's face his lips pressed tightly together. 

"I am sorry Frodo, do you forgive me?" Aragorn said and he lowered
himself in the water so they were face to face. 

Frodo looked at him with a pout "I do not know why I should you know. That
was a very cruel joke."

"Aaaww! Please Frodo." Aragorn pouted back, thrusting an exaggerated
lip out and frowning.  Frodo tried to retain his pout but it soon turned into a
bright smile and laugh. 

"I should hate you forever but, oh, I guess I forgive you" he
finally replied, screwing his face into a mock squinting glare.

"You can not live without me Frodo just as I can not live without
you." Aragorn said with a smile as he kissed him lightly. 

"You are right, I can not Aragorn." Frodo said quietly as he pressed
his body against Aragorn's. The arms around him slid more tightly to him
drawing him closer.  The water swirled around them as Aragorn pushed off away
from the bank of the pool. Frodo shoved himself away from Aragorn and sputtering
in the water made his way back to the bank.

"Frodo, what are you doing?"

"I can not swim Aragorn, I told you that" Frodo replied in a shaky
voice. Aragorn swam back to him again taking him in his arms.

"Do you not trust me Frodo? I will not let you drown my love. I'll
teach you how to float upon the water and I won't let you sink." 

"No."

"Frodo, come now, you should at least try" Aragorn said looking into
his eyes. "I promise you will be safe."  Frodo glanced out to the
water then back to Aragorn.

"You promise you'll not let go of me."

"I promise." Aragorn took one of Frodo's hands slowly pushed
back a little way into the water pulling Frodo with him. Frodo clutched at his
hand and pulled himself close to Aragorn's body, grasping onto his arm for
dear life. "The first thing you have to do is relax Frodo, do not worry,
I'm here." Aragorn said softly. 

Frodo looked at him and nodded trying to fight his raging nervousness.
"Put your arm around my shoulders Frodo and RELAX. I've got
you." Aragorn was standing now chest deep in the water. 

"Concentrate on me Frodo, look in my eyes. You are fine, relax." 
With one arm around Frodo's back, Aragorn slid the other arm under
Frodo's legs bringing them up to the surface. "Let your head back,
yes in the water. Let your other arm float out in the water, come on let go.
That's it. Now arch you back slightly."

Frodo felt Aragorn's arms below him and while he was still nervous the
sensation of floating in the water was very appealing. Aragorn smiled down at
Frodo and spoke softly "Look up at the sky Frodo. Concentrate on the
clouds, how they float in the air. Imagine your body floating like that. Let
yourself go. Relax." 

Looking up to the sky Frodo saw pillows of white floating across the sky. Swirls
here and there as the breeze caressed them, carrying them across the deep blue.
Birds slid across the white, gliding on the air in between the billowing puffs
of cloud.

He smiled and imagined what it must be like to be a cloud. He did not notice
that Aragorn had removed his arms from below him. Standing close by he watched
as Frodo floated away from him slightly. "You're floating
Frodo."

"Yes" Frodo smiled "this is wonderful Aragorn." He
floated a few more moments before looking toward Aragorn then realized he was no
longer being held and he laughed at the feeling of freedom.  He let himself
relax even more concentrating on the clouds when a crane flew low over the water
and him. 

Reacting to the surprise of the bird flying so close Frodo lost his
concentration and arching his back; he brought his arms and legs up immediately
going under the water.

Aragorn was there in seconds dragging him back up to the surface. Frodo coughed
out the water he had inhaled as Aragorn held him close. "Are you all
right?" Aragorn asked pulling him up higher out of the water.

Frodo coughed and sputtered sucking in air and looking around at the crane that
was now taking off again over the water's surface. "Cough, yes, I
think so." Frodo said as he hugged Aragorn's neck. At a moment or
two he looked up into Aragorn's face " Yes, I'm fine."
He smiled brightly and kissed Aragorn quickly, "I want to do it some
more."

Aragorn chuckled and assisting him into the floating position again watched as
Frodo's naked body floated on the water's surface. Soon both men floated
across the pool, their fingers linked together. They watched the clouds rolling
by and spoke of trivial things. The mist from the waterfall became more intense
as their bodies drifted closer to it. 

Aragorn rolled over onto his belly and pulling Frodo close to him kissed him
deeply. "There is something I want to show you. Hold onto my
shoulders."  Aragorn began swimming closer to the waterfall and Frodo held
on tightly, afraid to let go. As they neared the bottom of the waterfall Frodo
could see some small outcroppings of rock. The water crashed down on their
bodies as Aragorn lifted Frodo onto a small rock ledge at its base.

Frodo laughed trying to keep his balance as Aragorn climbed up next to him.
"Hold your breath, we're going in!" Aragorn shouted to Frodo
as he took his hand. Frodo took a deep breath as Aragorn pulled him into the
crashing water and through to a small path in the rocks behind it. 

Frodo looked to the wall of water next to them, the mist thick in the air, then
looked to Aragorn who was panting from the exertion of swimming against the
current to the waterfall. He smiled and led Frodo upward along the small path to
a small cave above, carved into the rock wall. 

The sound from the pounding water boomed and echoed off the walls. It was a
small room and small rivers of dripping water fell from the ceiling over the
rock floor, and then poured out over the lip of the rock into the falls again.

Frodo wanted to say something but was mesmerized by the power of the water
pouring past them and instead stood there staring at it. Aragorn walked along
the mouth of the cave to a small ledge where the sun was shining brightly.  

Carefully stepping out between the water and the cave's edge he leaned
back against the warm rock wall. Aragorn held out a hand and called to Frodo
breaking his concentration on the water. 

Frodo went to join Aragorn and gasped as he saw what Aragorn was looking at.
Turning toward Aragorn he quickly slid his arms around Aragorn's waist and
buried his face against his chest. Then close in his lover's arms he
looked out again at the view. The ledge stood at tree top level. 

To their left was the rushing waterfall and to the right was the Valley of
Imladris. The palace sparkling in the sunlight against the beautiful greens,
reds and gold of the trees, the blue pool below reflecting the blue sky and
clouds above. Frodo stood, his mouth hanging open at the beauty of the place.
"This is amazing Aragorn. How did you ever find this?"

"When I was younger I would swim in the pool. Each day I dared myself to
get closer and closer to the falls. One day I got close enough to get to the
ledge below and then found the cave and this." Aragorn replied with a
smile as the memories of his childhood caressed his thoughts.

Frodo looked up at him and smiled. Taking his hand he led Aragorn back into the
cave. Aragorn looked at Frodo smiling "I've not the strength
Frodo" he said laughing as he sat on the wet rock of the cave floor. He
sat leaning back against his hands with his legs before him, knees raised off
the ground.  Frodo beamed down at him as he stood at his feet for a moment. 

He giggled as he straddled Aragorn's lap, wrapping his arms around his
shoulders and neck pressing his lips to his mouth. Aragorn moaned against
Frodo's mouth as he leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows. 

"Tired, well maybe a little" Frodo grinned devilishly.
"I'll just have to do something about that. Frodo sat up wiggling
his hips over Aragorn's loins eliciting an immediate response to the
motion. Aragorn moaned louder as Frodo leaned back against his thighs and rubbed
his buttocks against his rising erection.

Aragorn's mind was wild with the motion as his rigid flesh slid tightly
against the valley of Frodo's behind. With each moan Frodo pressed harder
against the throbbing manhood until he himself felt he would go mad. 

Leaning forward his own member pressed hard against Aragorn's belly. He
lay back on the ground and reached out, grasping Frodo's knees holding
them tightly against his hips. 

"I want you inside of me my love" Frodo whispered against the wet
skin of Aragorn's chest and he placed light kisses over the firm muscles. 

Aragorn moaned all the louder at the soft caress of Frodo's lips. He felt
as if thousands of butterflies landed on his skin only to leave and return.
Shivers of delights coursed through every nerve as Frodo's mouth moved
over his flesh, his erect flesh growing firmer, tighter. 

As Frodo moved lower Aragorn slid his hand up his thighs over his back and down
to cup his buttocks. As his cheeks touched Aragorn's thighs, Frodo whined
lightly as the members brushed against each other. The shocks of touch as they
ground their hips against each other. 

"Frodo" Aragorn breathed over and over as his head lolled side to
side on the rock below it. "My love, I want you my love."

Frodo needed no more prompting. He sat upright leaning back against
Aragorn's knees and with guidance of his hands positioned himself over the
erect length, the tip teasing the tight muscles.  Aragorn grasped his hips and
pressing his hips up off the ground slid deep within.

Frodo groaned at the tight pleasure that filled him. Millions of tingly sparks
shot from his inner core as they shifted together. He held Aragorn's
thighs as he moved himself up and down over the throbbing length. Aragorn thrust
his hips upward with his downward motion driving himself deeper into the taut
flaming massage.

The pounding of the water matched the motion of their bodies, pounding against
each other. Frodo squealed as Aragorn closed his hands around his firm member
and began to match their motions, dragging his fingers over the stiffened flesh. 

His head thrown back Frodo looked up at the ceiling of the cave and the water
that dripped over them. Each cold splash felt like a sting against his glowing
skin. Harder and faster they moved wildly with and against each other, muscles
straining, burning.

Frodo felt his body rock wildly as his release splashed out over Aragorn's
hands and belly. He thought he would lose is mind as he continued to move
calling out Aragorn's name over and over, coaxing him on. Residual
releases spilling out with each thrust of Aragorn's hips.

Aragorn felt dizzy with the movement and his coming release and he grabbed at
Frodo's legs with sticky hands to steady himself. Taking in a deep draft
of air, he held his breath and arching his back he bucked madly against Frodo,
driving deeper and deeper against the friction of rubbing molten wetness. 

The air exploded from his lungs in a booming cry as his climax poured deep
inside his lover. His hips continuing to thrust upward with his contracting
muscles over and over until his body collapsed to the rock and he lay prone on
the rock floor. Frodo slowly moved and lay down on top of Aragorn. 

He felt Aragorn's pounding heart against his cheek as he closed his eyes.
Aragorn slid one arm around Frodo's waist, as that was all he could
manage. Kissing the top of Frodo's head he closed his eyes and let the
last of the tremors that raced through his muscles subside. 

Aragorn's eyes flew open at the sound of his name. Frodo still lay on top
of him, sound asleep. Gently he rolled him over onto the ground and rose.
Quickly splashing some of the coursing water from the falls over his body to
clean himself he went over to the ledge and peering out saw Legolas standing at
the edge of the pool.

"Aragorn!" Legolas called out, his eyes searching the area around
the waterfall. "They have to be here" he mumbled to himself as he
once again stepped over the clothes that lay on the ground. A movement near the
waterfall caught his eye and he looked up to see Aragorn walking out onto the
rock ledge a third of the way up the waterfall.

"There you are!" Legolas laughed, his crystal voice dancing on the
air.

"What can I do for you?" Aragorn called back. Behind him, Frodo
hearing Aragorn's voice had awoken and come to stand beside Aragorn to see
what he was doing. When he saw Legolas, his cheeks flamed red and he ducked
behind Aragorn. 

Legolas laughed at the hobbit's display of embarrassment and called out
"Elrond wanted me to find you. He wants to know if the two of you plan to
join us the evening meal."  

Aragorn laughed, then clutched at the rock wall as Frodo's attempts to
hide himself behind his lover nearly sent him off the edge. "Gah! Frodo
stop! He's seen a naked man before."

"But, oh!" Frodo yelped as he fell back against the cliff, grasping
at Aragorn's arm to steady himself.

"Legolas I think we will be eating later" Aragorn laughed as
Frodo's fretting went on. 

Legolas knew they would be safe if they fell into the water for the pool was
very deep at the falls drop, couldn't help but laugh all the more at the
treacherous ballet that was taking place on the rock ledge above. Placing a hand
over his mouth he tried to compose himself so as not to embarrass Frodo any
further.

"So, would you like me to have some food sent to your room later?"
he called up at them. 

"Yes I think that would be best!" Aragorn replied still trying not
to fall off the ledge while turning Frodo back toward the cave. "Get back
in the cave, you're going to kill us both!"

Frodo scooted off the ledge and into the cave again. He turned and peeking out
from behind the edge of the cascading water saw the elf still standing at the
water's edge.

"Aragorn?" Legolas called up at them, "should I wait to make
sure you get down safely from there?"

 "Oh! Tell him to go Aragorn!" Frodo whispered quickly his crimson
cheeks burning even more brightly.

Aragorn laughed loudly and shouted back down to Legolas, "No, I think we
can managed all right by ourselves."

"You sure? I could come up there and help you!" 

"No! We're fine!" was the reply. Legolas was laughing in
earnest now looking up at Aragorn, naked for all the world to see, standing on
the rocky ledge as Frodo peeked out of the dark hole in the cliff wall.

He turned to leave and nearly tripped over the clothes on the ground. Giggling
to himself he turned back and called "Would you like me to take your
clothes back for you?"

"NO!" Frodo screamed, causing Aragorn to laugh even harder. 

"No Legolas, we will take care of them later." He called down to the
elf. 

"Right!" Legolas said laughing as he scooped up all the clothes from
the ground and raced up the path toward the palace. 

Frodo seeing jumped back out onto the ledge "Aragorn! He took our clothes!
When you told him not to!" He yelled. Aragorn too busy laughing turned
Frodo around and pushed him back into the cave. "But he took our clothes!
How will we get back to our room?" 

"The same way we will get down from this cave, very quickly!"
Aragorn picked Frodo up in his arms "Take a deep breath!" He began
running toward the rushing water without giving Frodo a chance to protest. 

Frodo realizing what Aragorn was about to do clung tightly to his chest and as
Aragorn jumped off the lip of the cave and into the crashing waterfall he
screamed, "Nnnnnnnooooooo!" 

The cold water ran over their bodies as they fell down with the rush. Frodo was
able to capture a quick breath before they hit the pool below. Floating in the
blue abyss he didn't know which direction was up. 

He felt a hand grasping his, pulling him toward the light above. Breaking the
top he drug in a deep gasp of air into his lungs as Aragorn pulled him close to
his body. 

Looking up at the waterfall he realized how far they had come down and he
pinched Aragorn's arm. "Don't ever do that again! You scared
the life out of me!" 

"Ouch! Do you want me to leave you here in the middle?" Aragorn
laughed. "I will you know!"

"No!" Frodo cried, pouting as he clung to him. Frodo looked up
again. "It really wasn't that far was it?"

"No, not far at all."

"You scared me Aragorn." He said burying his face against
Aragorn's shoulder as he swam back toward the edge of the pool. Aragorn
twisted in his arms and took Frodo's hands.

"You are going to learn to swim my love. Kick your feet." Aragorn
instructed as he swam backwards pulling Frodo lightly along. Frodo kicked his
feet, splashing at the water wildly. "Now pull yourself along with your
arms, I'm right here, you're ok." 

Soon Frodo was doing a slow crawl across the water, getting the feel of moving
the muscles correctly, Aragorn staying right by his side.

As they reached the shore and Frodo was able to stand up in the water he jumped
into Aragorn's arms! "I did it Aragorn! I swam!" He shouted. 

"You did wonderfully for your first lesson! You should be very proud
Frodo, I am!"  They held each other tightly then Aragorn began to walk
onto shore. Frodo, stood in waist high water watching him.

"Are you coming out or do you enjoy turning into a prune?" Aragorn
queried with a smile.

"Our clothes are gone! How will we get back to the room?" Frodo
whispered desperately.

"For one so wanton during the throws of our love making you certainly are
queer about walking through the woods as the gods created you." 

"Aragorn! What if Legolas or Gimli for that matter come back here? Or Lord
Elrond! Oh, I'd die of embarrassment!" Frodo exclaimed, burying his
face in his hands. Aragorn, walked back into the water, scooped Frodo up and
walked back to shore. He plopped him down on the ground and sat down next to
him.

"Less you forget my dear, that just this morning, you and I watched that
same elf who stole our clothes and Lord Elrond in this very pool! Think no more
of it Frodo, for no one cares if we wander about like this." 

Frodo looked at Aragorn who lay back on the ground, stretching, and enjoying the
sun on his skin. Frodo glanced around then seeing the wisdom of his words lay
beside him. They watched the clouds and listened to birds. 

As the sun began to set they rose and making their way down the path to the
private gardens and to the terrace steps they enjoyed the golden sun on the
flowers and trees.

By the time they got back to the room, a fire was roaring in the grate and a
large platter of food and wine sat on the table. On a chair next to the table
sat their clothes, neatly folded. 

Aragorn spread a blanket and some pillows on the floor in front of the
fireplace. Frodo sat down as Aragorn brought the food and drink over. Frodo
stretched out on the pillows and Aragorn slowly fed him a bit of meat or cheese.
Frodo licked at Aragorn's fingers as he placed the items in his mouth,
watching him intently. Frodo asked him why he decided to jump out of the
waterfall the way he had.

"Because that is the way I have always done it or at least since the first
time I found the cave. I nearly broke my leg trying to go back down the path
because it was so slippery. And well, Elrohir, he um- never mind."
Aragorn said falling silent.

"Elrohir what? What did Elrohir have to do with it?" 

"Nothing Frodo" Aragorn said looking into the fire.

"Aragorn?" Frodo asked sitting up. "What about Elrohir?"
He reached out with his hand and gently turned Aragorn's face toward his.
Aragorn looked into his eyes.

"You may not like it my love." He whispered.

"Tell me."

Aragorn looked down then back up into Frodo's face. "Elrohir and
Elladan, were well, they were my first experience in the ways of love, Frodo.
Elrohir and I became very close and we used to meet in the cave." 

Frodo looked at him and a sweet smile passed over his face. He brushed a strand
of hair away from Aragorn's eyes and looked into the emerald depths.
"That was long ago my love. I understand your love for him. He, they are
very beautiful as elves go. I prefer rangers though."

Aragorn smiled, relieved that Frodo was not upset by the revelation. Picking up
a piece of cake he held it out for Frodo to nibble on, which he did biting down
on one of Aragorn's fingers. "Hey!" Aragorn giggled.

"Well, I think you could use some cake as well" Frodo said as he
picked a piece and laying down, placed the cake on his belly before putting his
arms behind his head. Aragorn started laughing as he looked at the bright smile
on Frodo's face.

"Well, yes I would like some cake" Aragorn replied with a snicker.
"Mmm- I think I'd like some honey on that cake too." He
picked up the jar of honey and slowly poured a little honey on the piece of
cake, then poured more on his abdomen. 

"Whoops" he said with a devilish giggle. Frodo started laughing as
Aragorn bent over to nibble at the cake and lick up the excess honey.

Aragorn slowly dragged his tongue over Frodo's skin, lapping up the sweet
honey from his skin. When he was done, he looked up at Frodo, "Mmmm. I
think I would like some more of that!" 

Aragorn held the jar over his body and slowly drizzled a thin stream of the
golden liquid on Frodo's chest, down his belly and legs, then over his
stirring member. Frodo giggled as the honey dripped and spread over his skin.
Aragorn began to lick and suck at the golden honey, his tongue and lips teasing
Frodo's skin. 

The stirring in his loins built into a burning fire as the caress of
Aragorn's mouth on his body became more and more voracious. Aragorn
dragged his teeth over Frodo's skin nipping at the flesh, eliciting soft
breathy moans from Frodo. 

He licked at the honey running down Frodo's inner thighs and Frodo
squirmed under the touch, unable to hold still with the touch of his lips on the
sensitive skin. Aragorn moved a hand over Frodo's chest, wiping at the
sticky remnants. Frodo took the hand and licked at the sticky fingers and palm. 

"Oohh! Aragorn!" he cried as Aragorn licked at the honey dripping
down his erection onto the sensitive skin below. Shivers ran through his body
and he broke out in goose bumps, every hair on his body standing on end. 

He began to breath harder and faster as Aragorn wrapped his lips around the apex
of his shaft. His heart was pounding in his ears and he felt as though he was
standing on the rock ledge again, his body hanging over a high precipice. His
back arched involuntarily and he bucked his hips upward toward Aragorn's
ravenous mouth. 

He moved his mouth harder and faster over the length as Frodo felt his mind
falling into an abyss of golden light. His muscles moving with a will of their
own he grasped at the pillows below his head, his voice caught in his throat as
his plunged further and further into the gold. 

Aragorn licking and sucking at his rigid flesh, holding him tightly in his
mouth. Frodo cried out as he felt his hot seed pour over lips and tongue. His
mind swirling in a field of golden light soared higher and higher then faded to
black.

He heard the voice from a distance, "Frodo? Frodo wake up!" He felt
as though his mind was swimming along with his body, coming out of the darkness
toward the light. Aragorn shook him gently, "Come back to me Frodo. Wake
up."

Frodo blinked and opening his eyes looked up to see Aragorn's concerned
face floating above him. "There you are my love. Are you all right?"
Aragorn asked replacing the cool cloth on Frodo's forehead.

"What happened Aragorn?" he asked in a groggy voice. Sighing with
the touch of the cool wet cloth.

"You passed out." Aragorn said with a smile. "I think you and
I have really done far too much today my love."

"Oh. I feel so tired" Frodo mumbled as Aragorn bathed his body,
wiping away the last of the sticky honey. Aragorn gathered him into his arms and
pulled a blanket up over their bodies. The fire burning brightly warmed them
even more.

"Rest my love. It is time for sleep." Aragorn murmured against
Frodo's temple, "I love you Frodo." Frodo snuggled down into
his arms, "I love you too" then closing his eyes he fell deeply
asleep.

When Frodo next woke the fire had burned down and the room was dark. He felt a
cold breeze blow across his skin and he realized that the blanket had been
thrown back. Reaching out he found that Aragorn no longer lay beside him. 

He sat up and looked to the bed but saw that he was not there either. As his
eyes focused and became more adjusted to the darkness they followed the bluish
light flooding the room from the terrace doors. 

He saw Aragorn standing on the terrace, his naked body bathed in moonlight. His
eyes were closed and his head lay to the side, resting on his shoulder. Frodo
stared at him, his eyes drinking in the beauty of his body as he realized he was
sound asleep. 

Then the shadows around him moved, shifted and he saw pale slender hands
wrapping around his chest and neck. Next to his face another appeared.
Alcrothion! 

His black eyes glistening with an unnatural light as his dark red lips pulled
back over shining white teeth in an evil smile.  Alcrothion stared at Frodo for
a moment before turning to look at Aragorn's sleeping profile and his
smile spread wider.

His hand on Aragorn's neck grasped his chin, pulling his head further to
the side and back against Alcrothion's shoulder. Frodo's eyes were
wide as he sat there frozen in terror, unable to move or call out to wake
Aragorn. 

He watched horrified as the red lips pulled back farther revealing sharp white
fangs that were quickly plunged into the tender skin at the base of
Aragorn's throat. 

As two trails of blood poured down Aragorn's chest, Frodo found his voice
and he screamed at the top of his lungs, "Aragorn!!"

TBC ~ BU

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Title: Stolen Night 19/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: PG13
Summary: Frodo awakens to a nightmare or was it? Has Aragorn been attacked by
the mysterious elf Alcrothion or was it just a dream? 
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I won't make money off of them,
Tolkien is probably rolling in his grave but then it's good for the
circulation for where would we be without that?!
Warning: Whole Lotta ANGST!
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior
when I inflicted this upon them- especially Sue, Vic and Trish! 

Installment 19 - Waking To Shadow

Frodo was on his feet running full force to the terrace doors as Alcrothion
pulled Aragorn's now lifeless body away into the shadows. Screaming all
the louder Frodo felt as though he would never reached the terrace, as the
distance seemed to distort and lengthen before him. 

He yelled Aragorn's name again as he his feet touched the stone of the
terrace. Legolas burst through the doors of their room followed closely behind
by Elrond and Elrohir. Frodo yelled at them to help him find Aragorn as he raced
about searching for any sign of his beloved.

"Frodo!" He turned at the sound of his name to see the three elves
standing in the middle of the room, glancing from him to the figure sitting on
the pillows in front of the fireplace. Aragorn sat there looking at him, the
concern clearly etched on his face. 

"Aragorn?" Frodo whispered noiselessly.

"Frodo" Aragorn called to him, as he stood and held out his hands.
Tears welling up in his eyes and his breath coming ragged pants; Frodo slowly
walked into the room. The fire in the grate burned as brightly as before and the
air was warm and calm. "You were dreaming my love." Aragorn said
calmly.

Frodo was shivering uncontrollably shook his head, stopping short of reaching
Aragorn's arms. "No, it was real. I know it was real. He had you
Aragorn, he bit your neck and drank your blood." Frodo whispered.

"Who had him Frodo?" Elrond asked quietly.

"Alcrothion. I saw them on the terrace. I saw the blood spill down his
body."

Elrond immediately instructed Legolas and Elrohir to check the terrace and
gardens below. As the elves complied, Aragorn approached Frodo, but stopped when
the hobbit backed away from him. His blue eyes wide with fright. 

Elrond looked at Frodo for a moment longer before going to Aragorn, "Kneel
down Estel." Aragorn nodded and knelt on the floor. Frodo watched as
Elrond drew back his dark hair from his neck and examined it thoroughly. Aragorn
kept his eyes on Frodo who stared back at him, tears pouring down his face as he
prayed that Elrond would find nothing, that it really was a dream no matter how
real it may have seemed.

Legolas and Elrohir reentered the room and reported briefly that there was no
one on the terrace or in the gardens, then stood silently as Elrond continued to
look for any sign of puncture wounds on Aragorn's body.

"I see nothing" Elrond finally pronounced. Frodo took a deep breath
and lowered his head. "But we can take no chances here."
Frodo's head popped back up as he looked to Elrond.

"What do you mean Elrond?" the fear evident in his voice.

"Frodo, your report earlier today of a mysterious elf in a part of the
palace that has been closed off for the last age can be written off as the
remnants of the nightmares you suffer in relation to the wound you received from
the Witch-King." 

Elrond became silent for a moment then walking around in front of Aragorn cupped
his chin in his hand and lifted his face upward toward his own. He smiled gently
down at his foster son as he ran the back of his fingers against his cheek
before continuing.

"But a mysterious elf who acts as one from Angband can not be ignored nor
treated lightly. As the creatures of Angband are known for doing just as you
described and we can not afford to risk Estel's life nor anyone
else's." Elrond turned to face Frodo. "We must separate the
two of you to ensure that there is no threat."

Frodo's heart leapt into his throat at the thought of being apart from
Aragorn. But before his could protest Elrond had turned away from him and was
instructing Aragorn to put on his robe, as he would be staying in his rooms for
the next seven days. Aragorn sank down onto his feet for a few moments, shaking
his head before rising to do as he was told.

Elrond turned to Elrohir and told him to gather his and Legolas' things.
They would be staying in this room with Frodo and be his constant companion to
make sure there would be no further incidents. Elrohir silently protested with
his mind, as he was still concerned deeply about Elladan. Elrond answered him as
silently and Elrohir soon did as he was told. 

Turning to Legolas, Elrond instructed him that either he or Elrohir was to stay
with Frodo at all times during the next week. Then turning to Aragorn, Elrond
told him that they needed to leave now. Frodo began to rush forward but Legolas
grabbed him, stopping him from getting close. "Legolas! Let me go! I have
to go to him!"

"Frodo, you can not get near him. If what you saw was real, you could
endanger yourself more than you already are." Legolas said as he
restrained him from following Aragorn to the door.

"Legolas" Aragorn called and Elrond escorted him out the door
"take care of him! Do not leave him alone!  Frodo, I'll be all
right, it'll be just a few days my love, do not worry." 

With that the door closed behind him and Frodo collapsed into Legolas's
arms, sobbing hysterically. Legolas held him close, whispering words of comfort
as he stroked his hair. When Elrohir returned he found them still in each
other's arms. His heart wept with theirs at the thought that Aragorn may
truly be in danger.

He pulled the coverlet down on the bed and then placing a hand on
Legolas's shoulder he told him to bring Frodo to the bed. Legolas gathered
the hobbit in his arms and carried him to the bed, yet when he tried to lay him
down Frodo refused to release his hold on him. 

Both elves tried to pry his hands from his body but Frodo refused to let go as
his terror of the night's events had frozen his mind against any form of
calmness. Elrohir looked to Legolas and both elves smiled and nodded. 

Elrohir helped Legolas to undress while Frodo continued to cling to him.
Climbing into the bed next to Frodo he pulled him close as Elrohir moved to the
terrace doors to keep the first watch.

Aragorn walked slowly in front of Elrond as they entered his rooms. "I
know you are upset my son, but this is the only way to ensure that there was no
real attack by an Angband." Elrond whispered as he directed him to the
bed.

"You could have at least allowed us to say our good-byes." Aragorn
said angrily as he stopped in the center of the opulent room. "He does not
understand what is going on, or what will occur if it truly did happen."

"We will all find out soon enough if it is true." Elrond said as he
poured a glass of spiced wine. He stood still for a moment, closing his eyes
against the world, wishing did not have to do what he was about to do. 

Opening them again, he picked up a small box that contained several bottles of
herbs and powders. His hand was hesitant as he reached for a small bottle of
crushed herbs. When Aragorn saw what he pulled from the box, his breath caught
in his throat. "Oh father, no" he moaned.

Opening the jar, he sprinkled a small amount into the goblet and stirring, mixed
it with the wine. When he turned back to Aragorn, the goblet in his hand, he saw
the dismay in his eyes and realization of how serious the situation was. As he
stepped forward Aragorn took a few steps backward. "Oh no father, please
don't make me drink that" he whispered urgently.

"Estel it is best that you sleep if you have been infected and this is the
quickest way to find out." Elrond said as he brought the goblet to
Aragorn. 

"Please father, do not make me do this" he pleaded, tears welling
up in his eyes. "There has to be another way to find out, please do not
make me drink this."

"Estel, you know this is the only way we will find out if you have been
infected quickly enough to do something about it. Now drink it" Elrond
said firmly. Aragorn took the goblet and looked down at it. 

Aragorn's hesitation came from the knowledge of what would happen when he
drank the potion. It would help him to endure a very difficult healing if he was
infected. But he would also endure a waking sleep for a minimum of 5 days, most
likely longer. He would not know Frodo, or Elrond or anyone else who meant
anything to him, nor what was happening to him. 

"If I drink this, I will not be able to protect Frodo."

"If you do not drink this, you never be able to protect Frodo my
son."

"It is that serious?" Aragorn asked quietly. When Elrond did not
respond he knew his worst fears were coming to pass. He knew then that Elrond
believed him to be infected. "May I have sometime to tell Frodo how
much" Aragorn choked back a sob before continuing, "to tell him how
much I love him."

"No Estel, there is no time for that. I would not ask you to do this if it
was not the only way my son. Now drink it down. It will calm your nerves and
help you to sleep." Aragorn looked at him for a moment before doing as he
was told, the tears streaming down his face. He coughed at the bitter taste.

"You must drink all of it" Elrond directed. Aragorn swallowed hard
trying to keep the vile liquid down. He looked up at his father, his eyes
pleading, but Elrond did not relent.

"Estel certainly you do not believe I wished for this to happen. I am
already loosing two of my sons to this world, I do not wish to lose a third to
the shadows." Elrond's face softened as he continued, "I also
do not wish to put you through a healing, but I will if that is what is needed.
I promise I will not allow this thing to take you easily."

Aragorn sat down on the edge of the bed and finished the wine; his mind was a
tumult of emotions that he could not find the words to express. Elrond sat next
to him taking the goblet when he had drank the entire draught. 

Aragorn's shoulders began to shake as his emotions over took him and he
buried his face in his hands. Elrond pulled him into his arms, Aragorn, clinging
tightly to him he wept.

"Should this be true, if you are unable to heal me, promise you will not
allow me to harm anyone, destroy me as you must. And take care of Frodo. Do not
let him wander alone. Take him to the Gray Havens to be with Bilbo." 

Upon hearing his words Elrond held him tighter in his arms, his own tears
falling unheeded "You may not be a son of my blood Estel but you are a son
of my heart. I will do everything within my power to protect you from this
evil."

"Promise me father, promise you will destroy me if you can not heal
me!" Aragorn cried.

Elrond closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "I promise, if I am unable to
save you, you will die by my hands. But I will not do so until I am certain
there is not alternative. I also promise that Frodo will be safe, he will go to
the Gray Havens." Aragorn clung tighter to Elrond for a time. Slowly his
muscles began to relax as the herbs in the wine began to take their effect.

Elrond helped him out of his robe and lay him down in between the cool sheets on
the bed. Aragorn lay there gazing up into his eyes as they held hands and Elrond
comforted him. He fought to keep his eyes open, to focus on everything Elrond
said but soon it became too difficult and he drifted off to sleep. 

Elrond continued to gaze down at his mortal son; his heart was filled with angst
at the thought of any harm coming to him. A soft rapping at the door interrupted
his thoughts as Elladan entered the room quietly.
 
"My father, I was just told what happened" he whispered looking
down at his foster brother's sleeping form. "Was it really a
creature of the Angband?"

"We do not yet know."

"Did you give him the Sipathius? That will show any unseen marks."

"Yes Elladan, we should know shortly if he has been infected. If he has, I
will need your help in the healing as I do not want to leave Frodo alone."
Elrond said looking to his son who stared down at Aragorn. "Are you up to
it?"

"Yes, my father, I can assist you in this." Elladan said slowly.
"I will gather the things we will need should it be necessary and return
quickly." With that he left the room. Elrond's gaze drifted back to
the sleeping form on the bed. 

Slowly he pulled the sheet away from Aragorn's shoulders and looked again
at his neck. It did not take long to find, for the two small bluish bruises at
the apex of his neck and collarbone shone brightly against his paling skin. 

Cursing beneath his breath, he walked about his room gathering the herbs and
oils he would need to expel the evil that stole through his son's body. 

* * * * *

The next morning Frodo woke with a start and sat bolt upright in bed, his eyes
scanning the room for Aragorn. Hoping that it had all been a nightmare. Seeing
Elrohir seated at the table he realized that it had been all too real. Elrohir
turned and smiled at him softly and he felt a soft hand touch his arm.

Looking down he saw Legolas lying there beside him, a smile gracing his
beautiful face. Frodo felt like crying again but steeled himself against another
fit of sobbing emotion. In that moment he decided he needed to be strong for
Aragorn, though it would be difficult. 

"Good morning Frodo" Legolas sighed as he stretched languidly.
Pushing back the covers he walked over to the table where Elrohir sat. Frodo
watched as he walked across the room with nothing on. He blushed and turned away
before he was caught watching the elf.

Seeing that Frodo paid them no attention he quietly asked him if he had any word
of Aragorn. When Elrohir looked up at him the sadness in his eyes spoke volumes.
Legolas placed a finger on his lips and shook his head. "Do not say a
word, it will only upset Frodo more than he already is" he whispered. 

Elrohir nodded and turned his attention back to the hot water boiling in the
fireplace. He had taken the liberty to have the tub brought in as he thought it
might do Frodo some good, help to relax him. 

When Legolas had gotten dressed he turned to Frodo and offered him some
breakfast. Which he willingly accepted though he picked at it and hardly ate
anything. When the bath was ready, Legolas and Elrohir went to stand on the
terrace while Frodo relaxed in the hot water. He glanced out at the elves that
stood very still, while neither spoke aloud he knew they talking with one and
other. They knew something, he was sure of it but they were not forth coming on
sharing the information. He decided he would find out if it meant sneaking away
from his guards to do it. While they continued to talk, Frodo began to plot his
escape.

Legolas glanced at Frodo who sat quietly in the tub of water. The conversation
they carried on between their minds was fraught with fear for Aragorn and Frodo. 
He looked to Elrohir who stared out over the gardens. "Elrond gave him
Sipathious last night? Would that not be a last resort?"

"Yes Legolas, unless there was a reason to truly believe that he was
infected. I feared that when I heard my father did not give Estel and Frodo a
chance to say goodbye. He must have felt the infection coursing in his blood
already when we entered the room."

"Has Sipathious ever been given to a human before? Will he survive
it?" Legolas queried.

"Not to my knowledge" Elrohir sighed. "There is the hope that
because the blood of Numenor runs through his veins that he will be able to
endure it. But I fear he may be altered Legolas, if he survives it. This is far
more deadly than anything he went through seven years ago simply because if it
is the Angband, it is far older than anything ever dealt with. And our knowledge
of those beings is limited to what has been passed down through the generations.
Which is very little."

Legolas sighed and looked again to Frodo who had finished his bath and gotten
dressed. He walked out onto the terrace to join the elves. "Can I see
Aragorn?" he asked tentatively for he already knew what their answer would
be.

"I'm afraid not Frodo" Elrohir answered. Frodo looked between
the two elves, something was wrong but neither was going to share it with him.
He would have to carry out his plan. 

"Well, I think I'm going to go for a walk through the gardens
then."

"I'll come with you" Legolas replied following him to the
stairs.

"You don't have to Legolas, I'm sure you have better things to
do."

"Nonsense Frodo. Besides, you heard Lord Elrond's orders last night.
I'm not allowed to let you wander alone. At any time." Frodo stopped
and looked at him. Seeing the determination in his blue eyes he simply shrugged
and headed down the stairs.

Legolas followed him down, hearing a final message from Elrohir as they made
their way into the gardens. "Be on your guard Legolas, Frodo's
planning something."

Frodo wandered among the flowers, stopping hear and there to sniff this one and
that. Legolas maintained a distance but never so far away that he couldn't
reach out and grab the hobbit by the scruff of the neck. Frodo watched him under
veiled lashes, waiting for an opportunity to slip away. As he reached the end of
the garden he walked briskly toward the pool and waterfall, Legolas just
footsteps away. He stood at the water's edge and stared at the sun's
reflection on the water, he was quiet and Legolas not wishing to disturb him
stood silently. 

"Aragorn taught me to swim yesterday" he said trying to sound
cheery, yet it came out rather solemn. 

"Really? I thought hobbits couldn't swim." The elf replied.

Frodo chuckled "Me too. But I did it! I floated on my back and then swam
to the shore." He stopped and forced the tears back. He would not cry he
repeated to himself, over and over. "It certainly is a hot day. It would
be the perfect day for swimming, if Aragorn were here. I'd hate to forget
what he's taught me."

"You don't have to wait for Aragorn Frodo. You can go swimming if
you would like."

"Oh no, I wouldn't dare, not by myself" Frodo replied as he
looked to Legolas. "I've only just learned and I could still drown
if I wasn't careful." He stood quietly for a moment. "Would
you swim with me?"

Legolas smiled and nodded, "Yes, I will. It is a hot day and a swim would
feel good."

The two sat down on the grass and began to undress. Frodo giggled and with a
devilish grin, looked at Legolas said "Want to race see who can dive into
the water first?" Legolas looked at him and smiled. 

Frodo counted down and they both jumped up to race to the water. Legolas clearly
in the lead dove from the shore and deep into the water. Frodo having taken one
step before pivoting around scooped up both his and Legolas' clothes and
raced up the path toward the old gardens. When Legolas cleared the top of the
water he turned back toward shore just in time to see Frodo disappear down the
forest path. 

"Blast!" he scolded himself as he waded to the shore to find Frodo
had absconded with his clothes. Cursing under his breath he took off as full
speed up the path after Frodo, determined to catch him before anyone else knew
the hobbit had out foxed him so easily. "I'll never live this
down" he muttered to himself and he disappeared into the woods after
Frodo.

Frodo managed to find a hiding spot along the path where he could get dressed
again.  He had managed to get his pants back on when he heard Legolas running
down the path. Ducking behind the overgrown plants Legolas flew by without
seeing him. 

He finished getting dressed and placed the elf's clothes on a rock. Taking
a different path he headed for the palace halls and Lord Elrond's
chambers. He was going to see Aragorn, no matter what it took.

Racing through the passages he found the hallway he was looking for and he ran
toward the large doors at the end. He had almost made it there when the doors
opened, Elrond and Gandalf walked out. He froze mid-stride and was about to turn
around when Legolas, now wearing only his breeches and carrying his tunic in his
hand, grabbed him from behind.

"Frodo! Legolas! What is going on here?" Elrond demanded.

Frodo was struggling in Legolas' arms, trying to wriggle free. "Let
me go Legolas! I want to see Aragorn! Gah!"

"Frodo! Stop moving!" The two continued to struggle against each
other and soon found themselves on the floor. Legolas gaining the upper hand
soon had Frodo pinned to the floor. Legolas was upset beyond anything he had
ever experienced. Before he could stop himself he began yelling at Frodo.

"That Frodo, was the most incredibly selfish thing I have ever seen! You
endanger yourself, Aragorn and everyone else here by attempting to sneak in to
see him! What would Aragorn think if he knew what you were trying to do?"
Frodo stopped struggling and looked into Legolas' angry face. He had never
seen Legolas angry before or if he had it was only in battle against an enemy
and even then he always remained calm.

As Legolas looked down into Frodo's face he saw the shock in his eyes.
Legolas' features began to soften as he released Frodo and sat back on his
feet. "I'm sorry Frodo, I don't know what came over me"
he said softly.

Frodo sat up and pulled the elf into his arms "No Legolas, it was my
fault. I deserved that. I was acting completely selfish; I didn't think
about what could have happened. I just wanted to see him."

Legolas wrapped his slender arms around Frodo and they held tightly to each
other. Legolas lightly kissed his cheek and Frodo hugged him tighter.  Gandalf
and Elrond had approached the two and stood quietly aside for a moment. Elrond
was the first one to break the silence, "Will the two of you join us in
the dining hall. Gandalf has some news that may be of assistance to us."
The hobbit and elf looked up at the two. There was no anger only understanding.

"Can I see Aragorn first? Please? I need to know he is well." Frodo
pleaded softly.

Gandalf took Frodo's hand "Later Frodo, we must talk first. And do
not argue with me as we have little time before something must be done."

The small group walked to the great hall where they found Elrohir, Gimli and two
cloaked figures. Frodo immediately recognized one of them as the Istari he had
seen speaking with Gandalf in Bree. The other, draped in a dark blue cloak sat
apart from the others with head down.

When they were all seated Gandalf introduced Radagast the Brown to the group and
began to explain why he was there. "I had contacted Radagast to assist in
finding out more information about the creature that had originally possessed
Arwen seven years ago. With his dealings in the forests I felt he might help to
discover the origins of the creature. Unfortunately his efforts were not of use
in Arwen's case, but they may be of help to us now."

"My other companion is Palladano, one of the two Blue Wizards who went
into the east upon our arrival here in Middle Earth. It is his knowledge that we
will be using to cure Aragorn." Frodo's head whipped up to look at
Gandalf.

"He is ill then?" he asked quickly, the dread evident in his voice.

"I am afraid he is Frodo" Elrond replied. He continued before Frodo
could react "You may as well know this now as we will need you to help
cure him. He is very ill. The infection from the Angband creature is strong and
I fear could be deadly." 

Frodo's heart sank in his chest as he stared at Elrond, "What ever I
can do Elrond, I'll do it! No matter what that may be."

Elrond smiled and placed a hand on his, "I know you will Frodo. I do
believe it is your love for Estel that will save him. But we must know more
about this thing and that is where Gandalf's friend will be able to direct
us."

Gandalf turned to the blue-cloaked Istari "Palladano?"

The Istari seemed reluctant to speak, but shortly pushed back his hood and
looked at the group. His looked very much like Gandalf and Radagast with a great
beard and longer hair, though he seemed much older. His eyes were dark blue
almost black.

"First, I must tell you that from what Gandalf has described to me, I
believe the threat you find here in Rivendell is far older than you can imagine.
This creature is only part Angband. Their origins are far older than that and
comes from the area of the Northern Wastelands. They were all but wiped out by
the beings that populated the Angband. Those that survived became shadows of
their former selves, Thinhyando, shadow creatures. They were infected by the
evil, perverted into something more terrible."

Palladano cleared his throat and glanced at those at the table. "The worst
of these creatures, Nilgon, was thought to have been destroyed near Angmar but
surfaced again in the east, in Dorwinon near the Sea of Ruhn, during the second
age."

"Yet this cannot be the same creature that possessed Arwen for that one
was destroyed." Elrond spoke silently.

"No, that was one of the Angband. A less threatening creature but still as
dangerous called a Telathrad, a halfling demon. Nilgon is attracted to those of
that race who still wander Middle Earth. It seeks them out, collects them,
destroys them, and devours them for their powers. By the stories told of the
Telathrad only eight remained. Nilgon needed the blood of at least seven of them
to return from the shadow."

Palladano looked to Frodo and asked him to describe the being he saw, in the
under-tunnels of Rivendell and on the terrace with Aragorn. Frodo again
described the red haired elf, black eyes, long white fingers and dagger like
teeth. That it went by the name was Alcrothion.

The Istari hung his head when he heard the description. After a short time he
looked up and said, "It is Nilgon. Alcrothion is the name of an elf that
lived near the Sea of Ruhn. He had been possessed by one of the Telathrad of
Angband, seeking refuge from Nilgon's wrath. That is why he is here, I am
sure of it."

"Wait, I'm confused" Frodo interrupted, "You said that
it attacks looking for these Telathrad yet it, he, attacked Aragorn. Are you
saying that Aragorn is possessed by one of these things, these Telathrad?"

"No Frodo, Aragorn is not possessed by a Telathrad. That is not the way of
Nilgon. He attaches himself to an innocent, yet one of strength. Once inside the
new host he then goes after the being possessed with the Telathrad. There is
someone here in Rivendell that is also a Telathrad and since the one that
possessed Arwen Undomiel is no longer here, that means there is another one,
hiding within." 

The room was silent and the revelation sank in. Elrond's mind was
swimming, how could this be? He mind cataloged everyone who remained in
Rivendell and found none that acted as Arwen had during her last days here.
Legolas and Gimli shared looks of disbelief as Gandalf looked to Radagast who
seemed helpless to do more than listen.

Frodo wanted to scream, run to Aragorn and shake the demon out of him. His mind
was racing, trying to comprehend how any of this could have happened. Gandalf
looked to Palladano "Was it through your experience with Alcrothion, the
elf that you came to know this?" 

"Yes, I was with him and the one that Nilgon last claimed."
Palladano said as he hung his head. 

"Who was this one Palladano, who Nilgon last claimed?" Gandalf
inquired.

"Alatar."

"So, we now know what has happened to all the Istari. Does he live or has
Nilgon destroyed him as well?"

"He is perished Gandalf." Palladano said quietly. "I do not
wish to distress any of you more than you have already been, but Nilgon does not
leave its host willingly. And Aragorn being of the line of Numenor, he will not
wish to leave at all. When he finds the last Telathrad, I fear his intention
will be to remain within Aragorn and we will see a plague upon Middle Earth, for
it will be too powerful to defeat."

"The blood of Numenor will strengthen it?" Elrond asked trying to
comprehend all that he was being told.

"Everything it has come in contact with increases its power. From my
calculations it has the powers of many an elf, the Angband, power of the Istari
and if it is not destroyed, the blood of Numenor."

"What do you mean destroyed?" Frodo asked quickly, all too
frightened of the answer he may receive.

"If Nilgon can not be controlled within Aragorn, his life will need to be
ended before he can assimilate the final Telathrad" the Istari answered.

"Palladano, you're telling us that the last, the seventh Telathrad
is here, in Rivendell?" Elrond asked urgently, almost jumping out of his
chair.

"It must Lord Elrond, or there would be no reason for Nilgon to be here.
While Aragorn is a tempting morsel in it's eyes, he is not the drawing
factor. Who ever houses this creature must be taken from here immediately or all
will be lost." Elrond sank lower in his chair; a feeling of dread hit him
like a bolder crashing down from the mountainside. 

"What must we do?" Gandalf asked quietly. 

"We must subdue this creature, within Aragorn. Destroy it before it can
destroy Aragorn." Palladano announced.

"But how do we do that?" Legolas asked, unable to remain silent any
longer.

Palladano shook his head and looked down at his hands "We tried to use
herbs on Alatar, but never found anything strong enough that would slow Nilgon
without killing Alatar out right."

"There is an herb" Radagast rumbled out, "a forest plant that
has the power to place a person into a waking sleep. But it is dangerous to use
if not used wisely. I know the elves have used it before. Have you ever heard of
Sipathious?" 

"I have heard of it" Palladano replied "It would be the
perfect remedy yet I do not know that Aragorn would be able to tolerate
it."

"He does tolerate it" Elrond said looking at Palladano.

"You've given him Sipathious?" Palladano asked, his eyes wide
with shock.

"And he lives still?" Radagast added.

"Yes, he has taken it and he lives" Elrond answered somewhat
irritated. For wise men these two seemed far too ignorant, yet they had more
information than he did. "My question for you is how do we proceed? He is
under the effects of the Sipathious and he has been tightly bound so he cannot
hurt others or himself. What is our next step?"

Palladano stared at him for a moment in amazement. "First, we must find
the Telathrad and remove him from here. While these are a lesser creature they
are far more difficult to be rid of as you well know." Elrond nodded,
sharply not willing to show his emotions over the sudden loss of his daughter.
"Then all that would be left is a healing, though that will not be as easy
as it will take a great amount of love and care to destroy Nilgon."

Elrond stood and looked at those gathered. "We must be quick about this
then as we can not give Estel more Sipathious than he has already received. That
would be far too dangerous and I do not believe he would survive another
draught. Elrohir, gather all remaining inhabitants to the great hall. Gimli I
would be forever grateful if you would help in this endeavor." The dwarf
nodded and was off to retrieve all the elves within Rivendell to the palace of
Imladris.

Gandalf stood and motioning to the other Istari, "I will consult with my
friends on all that will need to be done Elrond. We will be in the library if
you need us." The three Istari left the room.

Legolas and Frodo saw that Elrond's features seemed to have aged as he
turned to them. "We will find this Telathrad and rid ourselves of it
swiftly so that Aragorn may be healed. I will need both of you in the healing
process." Frodo was about to interrupt when Elrond raised a hand, "I
know you have never done this before Frodo, but your love for Estel may be the
one thing that pulls him through this."

Frodo saw the pain in Elrond's eyes but also the confidence. "We
must trust that this will work Frodo or we will deny Estel the slightest hope of
recovery."

"I will do what ever I can Elrond, I love him so much" Frodo had to
stop talking for his emotions that he had managed to maintain for most of the
morning threatened to over whelm him. Legolas came to Frodo's chair and
kneeling down beside him, gathered him in his arms. 

"He will survive this Frodo, we must faith" he whispered in his
ear. Frodo nodded and clung to him, afraid to let go.

Elrond turned to leave but Frodo stopped him, "Elrond, I want to see
Aragorn." The elf turned back to look at him.

"Are you sure Frodo? You may not like what you see."

"I must see him." Frodo stated firmly. 

"I wish to see him as well Elrond" Legolas added. Elrond looked at
him and Legolas for a moment before nodding he led them back to his chambers.
When they reached the doors he turned back to them.

"You must be prepared, for he is much altered already." Elrond
looked at the two, both wore faces of determination and resolve. Turning slowly
around he opened the doors and lead them inside. Near the fireplace they saw
Elladan then their eyes rested on the figure in the bed.

His hands and feet had been tied with padded straps of leather to the great
posts of the bed. He was panting heavily and drenched in sweat, his body jerked
occasionally against the restraints that held him down. Frodo and Legolas
stopped, both afraid to move before taking a few more tentative steps to the
bedside. Looking down at him both felt their stomachs turn as their hearts
dropped to the floor. His skin was pale and he looked as though he was dead. 

Frodo reached out, wanting to hold his hand when his body jerked with wild
spasms that threw his body wildly on the bed. He tethered hand reached out and
grabbed Frodo by the coat dragging him onto the bed screaming. 

Elrond and Legolas immediately rushed to his aid, trying to pry Aragorn's
fingers from Frodo's clothes. Aragorn pulled at him and with his face just
inches from Frodo's his eyes opened. They were black as night and he began
speaking in a language Frodo had never heard before! The creature inside of
Aragorn's body having taken over pitched and yelled at him. Frodo was
frozen with terror and couldn't move. 

Legolas continued to struggle to free Frodo as Elrond looked up and saw Elladan,
sitting in the chair, calm as though nothing was happening. He looked at Elrond
and without inflection in his voice said "You will have to kill him father
it is for his own good and ours." As the realization of what Elladan was
truly saying ripped at his soul. Elladan, his son, was the one. The one
possessed by the Telathrad. He stood and stared at his son who continued to
watch Legolas struggle to free Frodo impassively.

Finally Legolas managed to pry Aragorn's fingers loose and he pulled Frodo
back away from the bed and held him in his arms. Frodo continued to stare at
Aragorn spewing out words that made no sense to him. Frodo held out an arm to
him "Aragorn! I love you! Come back to me please! I love you" he
cried as the tears he had held back for so long began to pour down his cheeks.

The creature became silent and stared at Frodo. His eyes seem to clear and both
Frodo and Legolas would swear later that they saw a shimmer of green within the
blackness. Elrond bid Elladan to follow him and he did so with little complaint.
Elrond asked Legolas to wait outside the room until he could send someone else
to watch over Aragorn until the healing that would begin later that night.
Nodding Legolas stood and taking Frodo's hand he led him from the room.

As the doors closed, Legolas fell to his knees and pulled Frodo tightly against
him. The two cried over what they had just experienced. Their worst nightmares
come to life and living in a man both hobbit and elf loved more than their own
lives. 

Still reaching out for Frodo as the door to the room closed tightly, the body on
the bed collapsed back into the pillows. Panting heavily a small whispered
breath carried that which all would have begged to hear from his lips.

"Frodo!"

TBC ~ BU

Title: Stolen Night 20/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill  belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn, Frodo/Legolas (unintentional), Legolas Elrond
Rating: NC17
Summary: Aragorn has been possessed by an ancient creature. Gandalf and the
other Istari attempt an exorcism to dispel the creature as Legolas and Frodo
wait not so patiently. 
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I won't make money off of them,
Tolkien is probably rolling in his grave but then it's good for the
circulation for where would we be without that?!
Warning: Exorcism implied. Whole lotta ANGST! Unintentional meandering sex and
rough elf sex. Can we say sexual healing? I knew that you could. Graphic.
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior
when I inflicted this upon them- especially Sue, Vic and Trish! 

Installment 20 ~ Banished Evil

Legolas and Frodo sat on the floor outside of Elrond's room for over two
hours. They did not speak for there was nothing that either could say. The
palace seemed to have fallen under a spell of silence marked by the occasional
scream from behind the locked doors. 

With every noise that seeped out between the doors Frodo placed his hands over
his ears and squeezed his eyes shut, burying his face against Legolas'
chest.  Legolas held him in his arms, his muscles convulsing and his heart
breaking along with Frodo's.

Neither knew how long they had sat there, it seemed an eternity before they
heard a noise at the other end of the hallway. Both looked up to see Gandalf,
Radagast, Palladano and a very pale Elrond approaching. Sniffing and wiping his
face on his sleeve Frodo stood up to face the group. Legolas took a moment to
recover himself before he stood.

As the group stopped in front of them, Gandalf took in the tear-stained cheeks
and sighed. His heart went out to his friends. Bending over he placed a hand on
Frodo's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze as he smiled and winked at
the hobbit. While it was a small gesture, Frodo felt some hope for the first
time all day. Even Legolas took the gesture to bring good news.

"The two of you look exhausted" Gandalf said quietly.
"Legolas, why don't you take Frodo back to his room and you both can
rest." Both the hobbit and elf looked at each member of the group. Seeing
the grim looks on their features both could feel their hearts sink to the floor. 

"I've had some food sent to the room" Elrond added.
"You'll both need your strength in order to help Aragorn be
well."

"He's going to be alright? Are you certain?" Frodo nearly
shouted.

"Calm down Frodo" Gandalf spoke. "We believe we have found a
way to dispel this being from Aragorn, but it is dangerous. Elrond is right; you
both need food and rest. Legolas, take Frodo to his room."

"But I can help here" Legolas interjected "is there no one
else who-"

"Legolas" Gandalf interrupted him "Aragorn would trust Frodo
to no one other than you at this time. The only other elf who could have taken
his charge is Elrohir and he is gone with Elladan to Gondor."

"Gimli has gone with him as well as a contingent of the guard."
Elrond added.

"What?!" Legolas started.

"He volunteered Legolas. He wanted to be of assistance and he knew that
you would be very busy for the next few days." Gandalf answered.
"Now, will you both please return to Aragorn and Frodo's
room?" The wizard looked at them very calmly but sternly. This was an
order that neither could deny. They both nodded and stood to the side as the
group walked past toward Elrond's room and Aragorn inside.

Frodo noted the other Istari seemed resolved to their coming duties as they
passed, both glancing down at him with slight smiles. Elrond stopped briefly as
he passed, Legolas reached out a hand and gently touched his arm. Elrond closed
his eyes for a moment then followed the group into the room. Frodo caught a
glimpse of Aragorn, strapped to the bed, before Elrond closed the doors behind
him. As they heard the lock slide into place Legolas took Frodo's hand and
turned to leave. Frodo stood not moving.

"Come Frodo, we must away." Legolas said quietly just as a
blood-curdling scream pierced the air. Both elf and hobbit stood frozen in
place, staring at the closed door. More screams rent the air as they began to
hear the deep voices of the Istari chanting in a language neither of them had
ever heard before. Frodo pulled his hand from Legolas's and ran toward the
door.

"Aragorn!" Frodo yelped as Legolas grabbed him before he could reach
the doors and held him close in his arms.

"Frodo! We must go! Elrond and Gandalf were right."

"Legolas! He is in so much pain! Why can they not see that?"

"They can see that Frodo." Legolas whispered against his ear.
"They can feel it, hear it, and see it. Frodo we must let them do what
they must if Aragorn is to survive. Let us leave."

Frodo looked at him, his large blue eyes filled with tears that spilled down his
cheeks unheeded. Slowly as more cries and screams slashed at the quiet of the
palace, Legolas stood and taking Frodo by the hand led him down the hall and
away from Aragorn.  As Legolas gently pulled him along, Frodo continued to look
back toward the doors until he could see them no longer.

When they reached the room they found the tray of food but neither was hungry.
Frodo stood in front of the fireplace looking down at the floor where he and
Aragorn had just the night before lain in each other's arms. He closed his
eyes as the tears fell unhampered, burying his face in his hands. 

Legolas came to him and kneeling down again pulled him into his arms. Frodo
clung to him, his body racked with sobs. "Did you hear him Legolas? Did
you hear him screaming?" Frodo cried.

Legolas nodded, unable to speak as crystal tears began to fall from his own
eyes.  

"Why has this happened? Why can we not be happy?" Frodo said as he
dissolved into uncontrollable sobs.

"Please Frodo" Legolas whispered against his hair, "please do
not cry so." Yet he himself was beyond control and they soon lay together
on the pillows that still lay on the floor. After a short while, both exhausted
and broken they lay quietly, their breath coming between shudders that shook
their bodies.

As Frodo rest his head on Legolas' arm as he looked up into his sky blue
eyes. He wiped at the tears that ran down his cheek. Legolas took his hand and
gently kissed his fingers, the warmth of his lips sent shocks up Frodo's
arm. Frodo traced the elf's lips with a fingertip and smiled as his tongue
licked at the tip. 

Both felt as though it was difficult to breath as they gazed into each
other's eyes. Slowly they moved closer together, their lips brushing
together eliciting sharp gasps from both. Unable to stop themselves they crushed
their lips together in a deep embrace. Sliding hard against each other their
tongues meeting in mutual exploration. 

Frodo felt Legolas' hand on his back, moving over his body, holding him
tighter and tighter as their crushed their mouths together. Legolas moaned as he
felt Frodo's loins harden against his belly his own erection rising stiff
against his breeches. Frodo's hands moving over Legolas' shoulders
as they pressed their bodies closer and closer, grinding their loins together. 

Then from the distance a great shriek echoed off the walls of the valleys that
reached them pulling them out of each other's embrace. Both looked at each
other, panting, the emotions that had pulled them together now dissipating.
"We cannot do this Legolas." Frodo whispered, swallowing hard.

"I'm sorry Frodo, I should never have, we should never have"
Legolas stammered as he sat up shocked at his own actions.

Frodo sat up and looked in his eyes. "We are both sorry Legolas"
Frodo whispered and he ran placed a hand on his arm. "This was but a
moment of confusion on both our parts."

"Yes" Legolas said as he looked down at the floor "reaction
to fear and sorrow. This will be between us, a moment of weakness."

"Yes Legolas" Frodo smiled. They sat quietly for a moment before
Frodo broke the silence. "I wonder how it's going." 

Legolas looked up at him and smiled gently "Me too."

Frodo's stomach rumbled loudly and both smiled then laughed. "I
guess I am a little hungry" Frodo mumbled. Legolas smiled and went to the
table, returning with the tray of food. They nibbled at the food, remaining
silent as they waited for any sign that things were going well within
Elrond's room.

The day wore on into evening, the twilit sky of purples and reds shining in from
the terrace. Frodo and Legolas sat at the table or wandered the room pacing like
caged animals. They spoke little, too overcome with emotions and their own
thoughts. 

Legolas built a fire as dark shadows fell over the valley. Frodo fought
desperately to keep his eyes open, his head bobbing with jerks against his
chest. "Frodo you should go to bed. You'll do Aragorn no good if you
cannot stay awake. Neither of us can.  Come, let us go to bed." 

Frodo looked at him through half closed eyes and nodded. He stood and Legolas
guided him to the bed. Removing their clothes, Frodo was about to climb into the
bed when he stopped and looking down at it he began to cry again. Legolas rushed
to his side and wrapped his arms around him "what is wrong Frodo?" 

"I cannot bear this Legolas. I cannot bear to think of him there, tied to
that bed, in so much pain." Frodo cried as he again buried his face
against the elf's shoulder. 

"I know Frodo, oh I know" Legolas whispered, "but we must be
strong for him now. We have not heard anything all afternoon. I am taking that
as a good sign."

"No news is good news?" Frodo sniffed.

"Yes" Legolas said with a smile. "Just think Frodo, Elrond
and Gandalf may be doing a healing even as we speak. That would be very good
sign Frodo. We must focus on his getting better, not on the worst."

Frodo wrapped his arm's around Legolas' waist "I'm
trying Legolas, I really am!" Legolas gently kissed the top of his head.

"Keep trying Frodo, now come, it is time for sleep." Legolas said as
he sat down on the bed he held his arms out to Frodo who looked up into his
eyes, tears still falling. He scrambled onto the bed and into the elf's
arms. 

Gently Legolas rocked him in his arms, quietly whispering words of comfort until
Frodo's body relaxed and he passed into a deep sleep.

Legolas and Frodo were both soon sleeping in the bed. Frodo's mind
wandering through the halls of dreams, searching for his love his arms stretched
out in front of himself. This body responded in like, his hands wandering in his
sleep, looking for Aragorn fell upon the soft arm of the sleeping elf.

Legolas sighed at the caress, still deep in his own dreams. Frodo's hands moved
over his chest, as he pulled himself closer to the warmth of the elf's
body. His lips caressed the soft skin of his chest. 

Legolas woke with a start as he realized he was no longer dreaming.
Frodo's hands and lips moved over his body, Legolas watched him unsure
what to do, for Frodo was completely asleep and knew not what he was doing.
Legolas gasped felt his elfhood respond to the soft touches of the hobbit as
Frodo's hand gently moved over the length.

Unwilling to wake Frodo, yet unable to restrain himself his hands moved over
Frodo's sleeping body as he moved closer to his body. Legolas' elegant hand
caressed Frodo's skin as it moves lower over his hips. Frodo softly moaned as he
rolled over on his back. Legolas' desire built up as his hands moved over the
soft skin.

"Aragorn" Frodo murmured in his sleep and Legolas stopped, pulling
his hand away. His mind a tumult of emotions as he lay back down on the bed. He
scolded himself for allowing his body to overcome his mind. 

He shook off the feeling and closed his eyes again. But the figure that floated
into his mind's eye was the one that held his heart and he could not help
but move his hand down over his still erect flesh. 

As Frodo rolled away from him in his sleep still calling out for Aragorn,
Legolas stroked his shaft more firmly. He moaned as his own mind saw the figure
of Elrond on his closed lids. 

* * * * *

Frodo felt the movement before he realized that he was no longer asleep. In the
dark, through his eyelashes he saw Elrond standing over the bed, bent over
Legolas' sleeping form. He was too exhausted to move or let him know he
was awake.  

Legolas woke with a start and seeing Elrond glanced over to Frodo who they both
thought was asleep. Elrond motioned to him to be quiet and follow him. Slowly
Legolas pulled himself out of the bed, careful not to wake Frodo. 

Frodo's mind was heavy with sleep and he wondered casually what the time
was as he watched through veiled lids Legolas quickly slid a robe on then
followed Elrond out onto the terrace. They stood in the moonlight, Elrond looked
haggard and Legolas was anxiously questioning him. 

They were speaking but Frodo could not hear what they discussed. He watched as
Legolas spoke then Elrond, looked down at the ground then looking up at Legolas
spoke words that brought an immediate smile and a near cheer from the younger
elf who jumped and then wrapped his arms around a now smiling Elrond. 

"He will be alright then! Oh Elrond, this is good news!!" Legolas
cried against Elrond's cheek. Elrond over come with the happiness he had
held in check until seeing Legolas's reaction was unable to hold back his
own tears of joy.

"Yes, he will be alright." He said quietly. "They did it, they
exorcized the demon from his body and destroyed it. I would never have believed
it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."

"Is he well?" Legolas asked looking into Elrond's eyes.
"How does he feel?"

"He is still weak and Gandalf has ordered that he still be restrained in
case of any residual effects of the Sipathius, but he is alive and he will
remain so. There must still be a healing of his body, Nilgon did not leave him
willingly." 

Elrond shook his head at the image that swam into his mind. Aragorn writhing on
the bed, his beautiful face creased with anger as the creature attempted to take
over his body. 

The image dissipated as Legolas cupped his face with his long slender hands. He
looked into the blue smiling eyes that gazed back at him and he felt his sorrow
drain away. 

Legolas pressed his lips to his mouth and Elrond felt as though the world could
melt away and he wouldn't care. "Oh Legolas, I feel so stained by
this thing." He muttered quietly against his mouth.

"Let me love you Elrond. Let me heal you" Legolas breathed as
Elrond pressed his lips to his neck, his hands moving over his chest. 

Elrond moaned "My love you offer yourself to me yet I fear I will hurt you
in my desire to cleanse myself of this thing." Legolas looked up in his
eyes and smiled softly. He took a step back from Elrond and held out his arms in
a silent invitation. Elrond gazed at him, his eyes drinking in his image in the
moonlight. 

Taking one step forward he took Legolas' face in his hands and kissed him
softly. Then moving his hands down his neck he pushed his robe down over his
shoulders allowing it drop to the ground, the moonlight caressing his naked
skin.

Elrond moaned loudly at the sight of his lover standing before him. Pulling at
the ties of his robes he dropped it to the ground as he roughly grabbed Legolas
and crushed his lips against his mouth. Legolas moved his hands over
Elrond's skin sending shivers running through his nerves. Elrond
desperately wanted to wash away the images that floated through his mind and he
knew that Legolas' love could do that.

"Do what you need to do Elrond" Legolas whispered in his ear as his
tongue slid along the point, his hand gliding over his erect elfhood. 

A deep rumbling growl emanated from Elrond's chest as he grasped Legolas
by the hips and turned him around. Forcing him down onto his knees and elbows he
knelt down between Legolas's spread knees.  Legolas glanced back to Elrond
and coaxed him on as Elrond grasping his hips entered him in one swift motion. 

Legolas moaned at the sensation as Elrond thrust hard against his flanks. 
Elrond moved with a swiftness borne of desperation and could think of nothing
more than the motion of his hips slamming forward. 

Legolas called out his name silently as the pressure continued to build. He
could feel the anger and pain that Elrond had experienced burn and dissipate on
his skin with each movement. 

Elrond thrust forward harder and harder as Legolas pushed back on his knees
forcing him deeper with each push. Legolas cried out as the friction within him
reached the pinnacle, yet he continued to move with his lover, the shivers of
electric delight racing through every nerve in his body. 

Elrond grunted loudly as his release spilled deep inside, his body spent and
drained of all the anguish he fell forward onto Legolas. He lay there panting as
Legolas's body trembled with ecstasy.  They stayed this way for a while.

Frodo hid behind the bed, his eyes wide with what he just witnessed. He had
wanted to turn away but couldn't. When he heard the word
"healing' his ears had pricked up, as he knew that was what Aragorn
would need. 

As Elrond and Legolas had finished making love he knew what he needed to do. He
had slipped on a robe and slipping into the shadows of the room he made his way
out into the hallway without disturbing the elves.

He raced through the halls and as he entered the hall leading to Elrond's
room he saw that the doors were slightly open. The room was well lit and he
could hear Gandalf's voice. He snuck stealthily down the hallway and hid
beneath a table close to the door. He pulled the tablecloth back to peer into
the room. 

On the bed he saw Palladano and Radagast kneeling on opposites sides of the bed
and between them, they supported the seemingly lifeless form of Aragorn. Gandalf
approached the bed with a wet cloth and was bathing Aragorn's back and
arms. He instructed the two holding him to lay him back down and to re-tie the
straps holding his arms to the bedposts. 

"Do you think that is necessary still?" Palladano asked.

"Yes" Gandalf replied, "he is still under the effects of the
Sipathious and until that wears off completely there is a chance of him hurting
himself. I believe we will begin to see some improvements soon especially if
Elrond and Legolas can begin the healing in the morning."

Frodo watched as the two wizards gently laid him back onto the clean sheets. He
brought a hand to his mouth to hold in a gasp as the light in the room shone on
the dark red marks that ran across his chest and arms. 

Gandalf bathed his body and legs as the wizards secured the ties to the posts
for his arms and legs. Gandalf moved about the room extinguishing most of the
candles, and then he and the Istari gathered the dirty linens and remnants of
their exorcism. 

They closed the doors as the left the room and as they passed the table Frodo
listened silently for them to leave the hallway. When he was sure they were no
longer near he crept out from under the table, ran to the doors and slipped into
the room.

Once in the room he stood quietly for a moment listening to Aragorn breathing,
watching his belly rise and fall with each breath. Tentatively he approached the
side of the bed and looked down at his body. 

The marks he saw from the hallway were darker and wider than he thought, great
welts as though a large hand had raked his skin from the inside. Tears and cuts
dotted his skin in various places. Bruises marked his arms and legs. Tears
threatened to fall again as he gazed at Aragorn's noble face, dark circles
under his eyes and pale as snow it almost glowed in the dark. 

Frodo took a deep breath and went to a table that held bottle of ointments and
potions. Scanning the bottles he found a jar that held an ointment he could use
on the wounds and picking up a bowl of water and towel he went back to the bed.
Cleaning the cuts he dipped his fingers into the ointment he gently began to
apply it to the wounds. 

Glancing up at Aragorn's face he started for he saw his eyes were open and
he was staring at him. "Aragorn?" he whispered.

Aragorn's panting breath was the only sound as Frodo looked down into his
face. "Who are you?" Aragorn finally asked with a rasping whisper.
Frodo's breath caught in his throat and he felt his heart begin to sink,
but then he steeled himself, took a deep breath.

"It's Frodo my love" he said quietly as he bent over closer.
Aragorn's eyes were glassy and he didn't seem to be able to focus on
anything. "Aragorn? Do you remember me? Do you remember what
happened?"

"Where am I?" Aragorn asked quietly as his eyes wandered about the
room. He tried to sit up then realizing his arms and legs were secured he looked
back to Frodo, his face a mask of confusion "why are you holding me here
against my will? Release me!"

"Aragorn its for your own good, you've been very ill." Aragorn
pulled all the harder at his restraints. Frustrated he began to fight against
the ties in earnest.

"Release me!" he shouted, his voice filled with anger. "Who
are you? By what right do you hold me here!"

Frodo became frightened and stepped back away from the bed as Aragorn thrashed
against the ties. Keeping his voice as calm as possible  "You need to calm
down Aragorn. Look at me. Do you remember me?"

"No blast you! Let me go! Let me go now!" he shouted. 

Frodo becoming as upset as Aragorn shouted back, "Lie still you'll
hurt yourself more!" Aragorn stopped struggling and looked to him. Frodo
could tell he still did not remember him.

"Why do you do this to me?" Aragorn asked, his voice showing signs
of exhaustion. "Who are you?"

Frodo watched him as he slowly laid back into pillows, still looking at Frodo.
Frodo screwed up his courage and approached the edge of the bed again and
crawling up onto it, he knelt next to Aragorn and gazed for a short time into
his eyes. Aragorn stared at him, his eyes clouded with confusion. 

Gently Frodo laid his hands on either side of his face and bending low pressed
his lips to Aragorn's mouth. Aragorn's mouth responded, his tongue
gliding over Frodo's. Frodo crushed his lips in desperation to
Aragorn's mouth and soft whimper escaping him as he moved back and gazed
down into Aragorn's eyes again.  

Aragorn's eyes seemed to clear and the lines that creased his forehead
seemed to smooth. His mouth opened and he mouthed something that Frodo could not
hear. "What my love? I did not hear you." He queried.

Aragorn took a deep breath and held it for a short time before releasing it.
Then gazing into his eyes he blinked a few times, they seemed to clear as a
smile played at the corners of his mouth as he whispered "Frodo?"

Frodo smiled and wrapped his arms around Aragorn's chest "Yes my
love!"

TBC ~ BU

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Title: Stolen Night 21/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn, Legolas/Aragorn (Estel)
Rating: NC17
Summary: Aragorn, having been freed from the demon that possessed him is in need
of a healing. Frodo may be the only one to do it, yet will he be able to do it
alone? Frodo discovers that Aragorn and Legolas have a history together that may
be helpful in curing his love.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I won't make money off of them,
Tolkien is probably rolling in his grave but then it's good for the
circulation for where would we be without that?
Warning: ANGST! Some bondage but consensual.  Can we say sexual healing? I knew
that you could. Graphic.
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior
when I inflicted this upon them- especially Sue, Vic and Trish! The rest
of you know who you are.

Installment 21 - The Price of Destiny

Aragorn pressed his cheek to Frodo's as the hobbit held him tightly.
"Frodo, I can't breathe" he gasped after a short time. Frodo
sat up quickly and looked down at him. 

"You remember me! Oh Aragorn I am so happy I cannot tell you! I feared you
lost to us all."

Aragorn smiled slightly "I am quite here yet. Though I do not remember
what has happened." He closed his eyes and grimaced against some unseen
pain that coursed through his body. "Uh, I feel as though I've been
stabbed by a thousand knives, my skin is burning. By Eru I feel as though
I'm going to die."

"No Aragorn, do not think that way. It will serve no purpose other than to
delay your recovery. You must focus on getting well." He again picked up a
towel and dipped it into the bowl of water.

Aragorn tossed his head from side to side and tugged at the constraints on his
arms and legs. "Frodo release me" he moaned.

"Aragorn I cannot" Frodo whispered. Aragorn was panting heavily
again and when his eyes opened again they were flaring with anger. 

"Release me Frodo!" he bellowed.

"No Aragorn. You are still very ill and the drug you were given could
cause you greater danger. I cannot release you" Frodo said very calmly.
Aragorn stared at him in disbelief as Frodo reached out with the cloth hoping to
cool his skin.

"Do not touch me!" Aragorn barked. His voice held more anger than
Frodo had ever heard before and he jumped back and off the bed at his words.
"What good are you to me? Leave me if you will not help me!"

Frodo felt his stomach turn as Aragorn's body tossed and turned on the bed
under the constraints. He continued to scream for Frodo to leave. Frodo stood
still holding the cloth, watching his love writhe in pain, helpless to do
anything to comfort him. He wanted desperately to release just one of his arms,
allow him that freedom. But he had heard Gandalf and knew that Aragorn could
still harm himself under the effect of the Sipathious. Slowly the movements
stopped as exhaustion took over his body. He lay still staring up at the
ceiling, oblivious to Frodo's presence. 

Frodo bided his time and soon Aragorn's eyes closed again, his breathing
slowed into that of one deeply asleep. Frodo approached the bed and seeing that
he was truly asleep he again crawled up onto the bed and began to bathe his body
with the cool water, hoping that it would help the burning Aragorn had
described. His hands were shaking and tears fell down his cheeks as he did what
little he could. 

His hands moving the cloth over his muscles he thought about all the times his
hands had caressed the skin. Looking at the angry welts that marked his chest
Frodo lightly pressed his hand to one, wishing it would go away, that all would
be well. He closed his eyes and wished again, over and over, "make it go
away, make it go away." His hand and fingers tingled as it rested against
his skin. 

Frodo opened his eyes with a start. The sun was shining brightly through the
windows and spilled over the floor. He realized he had fallen asleep while
wishing for Aragorn's wounds to go away. His hand still rested on the
welt. 

He sighed and thought he would see about getting some food as he realized he
hadn't eaten much of anything for the last day. When he moved his hand he
froze for where his hand had laid the welt and redness was gone. The skin was
soft and healed and the impression of his hand was upon his chest.  He stared
down at the mark, his eyes wide with shock as the door to the room opened. 

"Frodo, what are you doing here? We've been looking for you!"
Gandalf said when he saw the hobbit kneeling next to Aragorn on the bed. Frodo
turned to him and saw Elrond and Legolas entering the room behind him.
"Get down from that bed, it is still too dangerous for you to be so close
to him."

"Gandalf! Look! I placed my hand there and the welt is gone!" Frodo
exclaimed as he pointed to the mark. "I fell asleep but the rest is still
there, only where my hand was did the mark disappear!"

The three approached the bed to observe the print of clear skin amidst the
marks. Gandalf and Elrond shared a bemused glance, all three shaking their heads
in wonder. Elrond looked to Frodo "What exactly happened here last night
Frodo? Tell us everything" he asked.

Frodo told them that he had come here to care for him, he'd seen the
Istari leave, heard that he could not be released; Aragorn's not
remembering him and the fog lifting on his memory. His anger when he
wouldn't release him and then his struggle against the constraints and
eventual sleep. He told them of how he bathed him and placing his hand on his
skin. "And then this morning I removed my hand and the skin is
clear."

The elves and wizard were at a loss. Gandalf looked at Frodo, "You say
your hand tingled at the touch?" Frodo nodded his eyes wide at he stared
down at Aragorn. "Frodo, place your hand on another mark." Frodo
looked at Gandalf "Do it Frodo." 

Frodo reached his hand out and placed it on an angry mark that began at his
shoulder and ran down across his chest and belly. Again he felt the tingling
begin in his fingertips and move through out his hand. Silently he wished the
marks away. After a short time the tingling stopped and when he lifted his hand
the redness and welt was gone. 

All looked at the clear skin with amazement, even Gandalf had never seen such a
change. Elrond looked up at Frodo, "Well, I believe we have our healer.
Now to teach him quickly what he must do." Frodo looked at Elrond, his
eyes were wide with curiosity. 

Legolas who had been staring intently at Aragorn looked up at Frodo with a
devilish grin, "Oh, I do not think we need to teach Frodo anything Elrond.
His relationship with Aragorn has insured that he is well versed in such
matters. Of this I am sure." 

Frodo looked at him with a wrinkled brow when the elf continued with a smirk
"Why he is already dressed for it." Frodo glanced down at himself
and realized he still wore only his robe and nothing underneath. The fact that
the tie was completely undone and the robe was wide open caused him to blush
profusely while he quickly closed it.

"Legolas, do not tease him" Gandalf said with a chuckle, averting
his eyes so not to further embarrass Frodo. "Besides this is serious
business. There is still the issue that Aragorn has only been under the
influence of the Sipathious for less than 72 hours and if he were to become
violent he would easily overwhelm Frodo. Not to mention how long this could
take. Would Frodo have the stamina to do such a thing?"

"Gandalf he is obviously the best choice for this" Elrond replied.
"Considering his courage during the War of the Ring, he most certainly has
the stamina. He has a connection to Estel that none of us has. Yes, Legolas, I
am even taking your past relationship with Estel into consideration." 

Elrond placed a hand on Legolas' shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze.
"That was a long time ago and while the two of you were quite a pair, the
love between Estel and Frodo is far stronger than that. You know this as well as
I." 

Legolas looked at him, the pain in his eyes was evident but he nodded then
quietly excusing himself turned to leave. Frodo, dumbfounded by this revelation
looked at him, his eyes wide "Legolas?" he called but Elrond stopped
him. 

"Give him time Frodo, it is a pain he will carry all his life. He bares
you no ill will but that does not mean that it is easily swallowed."
Frodo's eyes followed the elf as he walked away. 

He stopped halfway down the hall, leaning back against the wall his body slid
down to the floor. He wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his head on
his knees.

"I am still concerned that Aragorn will harm himself or Frodo. Certainly
the healing can begin with him still restrained but sooner or later he must be
released and if the Sipathious is not completely worn off he may become
violent." Gandalf said quietly. "I understand your reasoning Elrond,
but I think it would be best if you or Legolas were present at all times during
this."

"You may be right Gandalf" Elrond said as he watched Frodo continue
to look at Legolas. "While I myself would not be adverse to doing this,
the choice as to who it would be must be up to Frodo as it would no doubt effect
him as well. Frodo?"

Frodo looked to him, "I do not understand, how would this affect
me?"

"Frodo, we are discussing a physical healing. This would mean that you
would be having physical relations with Estel, and would need to be in agreement
with someone else doing the same."

"Is there no other way?"

"There is another way, but I fear he would be a shadow of his former self
and may never recover from this thing." Elrond looked to Gandalf, his
voice becoming hard "That is what has happened with my son,
Elladan." Frodo looked at him and felt the sorrow that ran through his
soul.

"Once this decision is made Elrond, I and my friends will leave for Gondor
to do for Elladan what we have done for Aragorn. He will then have Elrohir and
Faramir there to heal him." 

Elrond nodded and looked down at Aragorn for a moment. He ran the back of his
fingers over his cheek then leaned down to kiss his forehead. When he stood up
he again faced the hobbit. "Frodo, who will you have with you?"

Frodo looked at him for a moment then glanced back down the hall at Legolas.
"Lord Elrond, I have no doubt that you love him as much if not more than I
do. But there is another who loves him as I do and who I believe needs to be
healed as well." 

Elrond nodded and smiled.  "I will have all you need brought to this
room." Frodo climbed off the bed and left the room to talk with Legolas.
He stood in front of him for a moment, not sure what to say, then kneeling down
in front of him he took one of his slender hands in his own and gave it a
squeeze. 

"You loved him a great deal didn't you?" Frodo asked quietly.

"I still do Frodo" he murmured against his legs. He raised his head
and looked at Frodo, the trails of his tears still streaked across his face.
"I always will."

"Why did you not tell me?"

"He left me so long ago Frodo, I thought I would never see him
again." Legolas said as he sat back against the wall. He turned to look
down the hall into the room where Elrond and Gandalf were quietly talking. 

"Would you tell me now Legolas? Tell me about you and Aragorn."
Legolas turned his head back as he looked to Frodo. His large blue eyes held
nothing but love and Legolas felt he could discuss this for the first time in so
many years he lost track of how long it had been.

"I met him after Elrohir had turned his back on him to care for Elladan.
He was but 17 years then and so untroubled by the world other than what had
happened to Elladan in his captivity. I had come to Imladris with my father who
was seeking Elrond's assistance on matters of the dragons that had plagued
the world then. I was left to wander about the palace as they went into private
discussions."

"I first saw him by the waterfall" Legolas said as he closed his
eyes and took a deep breath. "I thought I had found a water sprite. For he
splashed about the pool in the moonlight."  The elf sighed and Frodo
smiled as he himself could picture the scene.

"I was not going to approach him for I knew who he was. He was the destiny
of Middle Earth. My father had told me of Elrond's foster son and warned
me to stay away from him. Our roads may cross but they could not merge. But I
could not resist him Frodo, I just couldn't. His dark hair hanging wet
across his shoulders, the water glistening on his body, his green eyes sparkling
with starlight." 

"I knew my father would never approve, nor would Elrond, but I could not
help myself. By the stars I could not." He looked at Frodo and could see
that he understood perfectly what he was saying. 

"He is very hard to resist Legolas. That I know myself." Frodo said
with a soft, sweet smile. Legolas smiled and wiped at the tear trails on his
face before he continued.

"When I stepped out of the forest I walked to the bank of the pool and
just watched him swimming its length back and forth. He hadn't seen me; he
was too intent on wearing himself out to forget his frustration with Elrohir. He
was swimming back to shore when he first noticed me. I remember as though it was
yesterday."

Flashback-

Estel pounded his arms into water pulling his body along. He was near exhaustion
and was ready to collapse. Elrohir had made him feel like an intruder, it was
something he had never felt before and he was angry and frustrated at his
inability to do anything about it.  He had only wanted to help with Elladan but
he had turned him away and it hurt like hell. 

That's when he saw him, the tall slender elf standing at the water's
edge. His crystal blue eyes gazing at him and soft smile warm and inviting. His
breath caught in his throat as he stood waist deep in the water pushing his hair
away from his face. 

Neither said anything as they gazed at each other, both taking in the beauty of
the other. Estel knew him to be of the race of Mirkwood Elves that Lord Elrond
was expecting by his clothes, though he did not know who he was. 

"Estel, it is a pleasure to meet you." The elf said, his voice
sounding as music on the air. 

Estel nodded slightly "It is an honor though I must admit that you have me
at a disadvantage for you know me, but I do not know you."

"I am Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood" he replied. "My father
has told me of you, that is how I know you." His voice, his face, and his
long blonde hair that floated on the breeze that blew warm through the trees
mesmerized Estel.  "Will you not come out of the water so we can talk? Or
shall I join you?" 

Estel swallowed hard at the prospect of seeing this beautiful creature without
his clothes and his body responded to the desire that flared in his blood
despite the coolness of the water. Not wanting to embarrass himself or the elf
he told him that he could join him if he wished.

Legolas smiled and began to disrobe, placing his clothes neatly next to
Estel's own. Estel's heart pounded in his ears at the sight of the
moonlight glimmering against his soft skin. 
He tried not to stare but failed miserably and he moaned as the elf turned to
him, his body bare of clothing. Legolas catching his look and the moan moved all
the slower, enjoying the sweet torture he was inflicting upon the young man for
he himself wanted this as well.  

He slowly walked into the pool toward him. Estel could think of nothing more
that what it must be to be the water caressing his legs, his thighs. He head was
floating in the air and he felt as though he would have to slap himself to shake
the feeling. 

When Legolas was a few feet in front of him, he dropped completely under the
water and came up directly in front of Estel. He wrapped his arms around his
waist and drew his body against his own. He pressed his lips to Estel's
mouth in a deep kiss. 

Estel felt all his energy drain away and he leaned into Legolas' embrace
holding onto him as one clinging to life itself. When Legolas pulled his head
back he looked down into Estel's face, his eyes closed his mouth opened
slightly. 

When Estel opened his eyes Legolas felt the desire flare within him and his
elfhood stiffened against Estel's hip. He sighed as he pressed his hips
hard against Estel, their hardened members rubbing against each other. 

Estel looked into his eyes, blue ice sparked as they met emerald orbs. His hands
traveled down over Legolas's back and cupping his buttocks he grasped him
roughly pulling him even closer. 

Legolas smiled at the urgency he felt in himself and looking down into those
green eyes' sighed, "Do you really want to swim Estel or is there
something else you would rather do?"

Estel blushed and looked at him with a smile "I would much rather do
something else" he said almost shyly. Legolas smiled and taking his hand
began to lead him back to the bank. 

A few steps onto the shore he again pulled Estel into a tight embrace. Estel
felt dizzy with desire, his hands gliding over Legolas' body.  "Lay
down my sweet one" Legolas whispered in his ear. 

As Estel sat down on the bank Legolas knelt between his feet and placing his
soft hands on his knees, pushed his legs apart as he ran his hand up the soft
skin of his inner thighs. 

Estel craving the touch leaned back against his elbows watching everything
Legolas did. His long blonde hair caressing his legs as he leaned forward and
blew a hot breath over his manhood, tingling shivers shooting through his body. 

He moaned low as he watched and felt the wet heat of his tongue draw circles
across his sensitive tip. His body quivered as Legolas lightly ran the tip of
his tongue up and down the length. 

Estel fell back on he ground, one hand clutching at the ground next to him, the
other plunging into Legolas' long blond hair. He felt Legolas' hands
moving up over his belly and chest. 

He opened his eyes when he felt the elf's erect member pressing hard
against his own and found himself staring into Legolas' beautiful face.
His breath came in pants as Legolas ground his hips against Estel's. 

"Oh Legolas, please" he moaned breathlessly as the elf pressed his
mouth to his. His tongue pressed through his closed lips searching for the heat
of his mouth as he thrust his hips against Estel's. 

Legolas pushed himself up on his hands above Estel letting their members slide
against one another.  Estel moaned in earnest as the pressure built within his
throbbing shaft. "Please do not torture me so" he pleaded as he
felt he would explode. 

Legolas smiled and traced his lips with his fingers, Estel's hot tongue
wrapping around the digits. Legolas sighed as Estel sucked at his fingers, his
tongue teasing the tips. 

He began to kiss Estel all the way back down his body. Estel cried out
Legolas' name as he took him fully into his mouth. His tongue lapped at
the rigid shaft. Moving his wet fingers over the tender flesh below
Estel's erection Legolas found the valley between his cheeks he rubbed the
wet tips at his hidden entrance. 

Estel's body answered the craving deep within himself as he thrust his
hips upward pressing himself deeper into Legolas' mouth. As he dropped his
hips back to the ground Legolas pressed his fingers deep within him.
"Legolas! Oh my stars!" Estel shouted as his back arched against the
pressure before collapsing again to the ground. 

Legolas quaked at the feeling that ran like electricity through his body at
having complete control over Estel, his mouth moving swiftly over his length as
his fingers rubbed deep within. 

Estel's felt as though his body was floating in the air. He didn't
know where he ended and Legolas began. The burning fire in his belly took over
his body and he broke out in a sweat as Legolas pressed his fingers deeper
thrusting them against the wave of lightning that crashed over him. 

The wet heat of Legolas' full red lips and tongue caressing his flesh
drove him closer and closer to the brink of a cliff he would never be able to
resist. He tried to fight against it but soon found he didn't care anymore
and let the tide pour over his body in waves. 

His hips thrust higher and harder against Legolas' voracious mouth, as his
fingers pressed deeper, harder. Every muscle in his body screamed with craving. 

Estel felt the world explode like brilliant stars colliding as his climax poured
hot over Legolas' tongue. His body shook with lingering contractions as
Legolas swallowed him down, licking at the spilt seed. Tears of joy fell
unheeded down Estel's cheeks as sparks of quicksilver shot through his
body as Legolas pulled his fingers free. 

His spent body collapsed to the ground yet he found himself lifted and pulled
into Legolas' arms as he sat next to him. Kissing him softly Estel could
taste the sweet mixture of his seed on Legolas' lips. He sighed and buried
his face against his shoulder. "Legolas" he whispered against the
soft skin of his neck. 

"Estel" Legolas answered back with a smile as he gently rocked his
body. 

Estel looked up at him with a grin, "I'm going to fall asleep if you
keep that up." 

"Would that be bad?" Legolas said with a pout.

"Only if we were to found here by Lord Elrond." Estel replied,
giggling softly. 

Legolas' laughter rang like crystal "Or my father for that
matter." Estel pulled himself out of Legolas' arms and standing up
offered his hand to Legolas. 

"Come with me" he said with a grin. Legolas took the offered hand
and stood up next to him. Estel scooped up their clothes as he led Legolas up
the path to the private gardens and beyond that to his room.

* * * * *

Frodo watched Legolas as he told him the story of his first meeting with
Aragorn.  The love Legolas felt for him then was still evident now. Frodo could
not judge either of them for this happened before he was even born.  

Legolas wiped at the tears that stained his cheeks, "We were together
constantly from that point on. You could not find one without the other for the
next three years. Then Elrond told him of his destiny, the kingdom of Gondor,
the curse of the line of kings. He was destroyed by it, he did not want to
believe it." 

Legolas became quiet for a time looking down the hall to the room, Elrond busily
moving about directing servants. "When he found out that I knew all this
but hadn't told him before he was very angry with me. We fought for days.
By the time we apologized to each other and made up too much had been said that
couldn't be forgotten."

"That was when he left here, turned his back on the House of Elrond, went
into the wilderness. I did not hear from him again until many years later. By
that time he had met Arwen and they had spoken their troth."

"He had come to Mirkwood purposely to see me and then he told me of their
meeting. He seemed so happy yet I could tell he was not really happy nor in
love. To make things worse, Elrond did not approve of course. He told me he
truly did not know how it had gone so far so fast. I was heartbroken, but I
wished him love. I think now he was bewitched by the creature that resided
within Arwen even then." 

Legolas stopped and looked at Frodo their blues eyes locking on each other.
"When next we met it was at the Council of Elrond before the War of the
Ring. Even then, that first night, I saw his care and concern for your well
being. I think he has loved you from then. Your courage, your strength, your
heart. Frodo I believe that if there was ever anyone who could truly make Estel
happy it is you."

Frodo's lip quivered and a tear ran down his cheek at Legolas' kind
words.  Legolas smiled and reached out to wipe the tear away. "I will
always love him Frodo and I know that he does love me. But not in the way he
loves you. He would give his own life to protect you Frodo. You must know
that."

Frodo nodded and Legolas smiled all the more. Frodo took Legolas' hand and
squeezed it gently. "Legolas, will you help me heal Aragorn for this is
one quest I truly can not do on my own. I need your help. He needs your
help." 

Legolas smiled warmly at him and running his hand lightly down Frodo's
cheek, "I would be honored to join you Frodo."

Together they stood and hand in hand walked to Elrond's room.

TBC ~ BU

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Title: Stolen Night 22/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn, 
Rating: NC17
Summary: When Frodo gets that feeling, Aragorn needs sexual healing. Legolas
there to help finds himself unable to do anything more than watch as his
emotions take over.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I won't make money off of them,
Tolkien is probably rolling in his grave but then it's good for the
circulation for where would we be without that?!
Warning: Can we say sexual healing? I knew that you could. Some bondage as
Aragorn still dangerous. Voyeurism. Graphic
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: For Kate who first put the idea of Sexual Healing in my head
- Thanks Sweetie. Now where did I put that  Marvin Gaye CD-

Installment 22 - Sexual Healing

Elrond shooed away the other elves and Gandalf had already left by the time they
returned to the room. He looked from one to the other saying nothing. Then
clearing his throat he motioned to the tables, "Everything you may need is
here. The restraints can be removed when you deem it safe. If you need anything
else-" his voice faltered and he quickly left the room, closing the
door behind him. 

Legolas and Frodo watched him go, neither daring to speak for they knew he was
at a loss as to what to do for his foster son. He was entrusting his life and
future to them. Though he trusted them they knew he would much rather been the
one to do the task. Frodo approached the bed and peered down at Aragorn who
seemed to be asleep. 

The red welts seemed to be dissipating, stemming out from where he had placed
his hands earlier. Frodo smiled knowing that he had played a part in the healing
already. He turned to Legolas who stood, rooted in place staring at Aragorn from
a distance. "Legolas?"

"Frodo, I don't know that I can do this. I thought I could but now
that I'm here I don't know." Legolas whispered as he hung his
head down to his chest. Frodo approached him and took his hand again. 

"Legolas do what you feel is right. But I will need you." Frodo said
as he gazed up into the elf's face.  He swallowed hard, took a deep breath
and screwed up his courage to say, "I can start this, if you wish to wait
until you are more comfortable." Legolas nodded and stepped back, taking a
place along the wall of the room, his eyes returning to Aragorn.

Frodo returned to the bedside. He stood there for a moment looking down at
Aragorn, biting at his lower lip. He wasn't sure he was ready for this.
Had he been alone with him it would be different. But with another in the room
watching he hesitated.  

Taking a deep breath he chided himself for being foolish. "How many times
have you wandered about with Aragorn watching you, naked as the day you were
born Frodo Baggins!' he thought to himself. With one last deep breath he
began to tug at he tie of his robe and then dropped it to the floor. 

He dared not look back to Legolas for fear he would drop dead to see the
elf's eyes on his body. He focused on Aragorn, his mind a whirl of
emotions.  "Yes, focus on Aragorn you silly hobbit. He needs you! You must
do this!' 

Grabbing at the edge of the sheet he pulled it down over Aragorn's body.
He climbed up onto the bed and knelt next to him, gazing down at his lean
muscular body. His arms and legs still strapped to the bedposts he was helpless
and it ripped at Frodo's heart to see him like this. 

He ran his hand gently over Aragorn's belly and chest, his fingers gliding
through the soft hair to the soft pink nubs that hardened at his touch. Frodo
smiled inwardly knowing that he responded to his touch. He leaned over and
gently pressed his lips to the nipple, teasing the peak with his tongue. 

Aragorn moaned softly making Frodo smile again. Leaning low over his chest he
licked at the skin, trailing kisses over the warm flesh. Aragorn's body
stirred against the tingling caresses and he pulled at he restraints. 

Frodo was tempted to pull back but steeled himself and pressed forward. Moving
upward he licked at the hollow at the base of his throat as a deep sigh escaped
Aragorn's lips. Moving his hands across his body Frodo licked and tugged
at his earlobe with his teeth. 

"Frodo" the raspy voice murmured. Frodo held himself in check, he
would not get emotional and weepy, "keep on Frodo' he told himself.
Tracing his tongue along Aragorn's jaw line his lips soon found
Aragorn's mouth that opened with his touch and Frodo pressed his tongue
into his mouth in search of the deep warmth there. 

More moans as Aragorn lifted his head slightly to meet his lips. The moist wet
lips sliding against each other Frodo felt warmth spreading from his deep inner
core across his belly. He lifted his head slightly and found emerald green eyes
gazing up at him. Smiling he leaned down to kiss him more deeply as he smoothed
one hand through Aragorn's hair.

Aragorn moaned against his lips, repeating his name as Frodo once again sat up
to look down into his eyes. Aragorn smiled and Frodo felt his heart leap a
little bit. "There you are my love. I feared I would lose you." He
whispered as he gazed into the deep green pools, searching for recognition and
understanding.

"Frodo, where am I?" Aragorn asked as he tried to touch him his
hands coming up short. Inwardly Frodo flinched hoping that Aragorn would not
begin to fight the restraints again. 

Aragorn turned to look at his hands and lifting his head looked down to his feet
and registered the fact that he was still restrained.  Dropping his head back to
the pillows he took a few deep breaths "I'm still ill?" 

"Yes my love" Frodo said quietly. "But you will be well soon,
I promise you that." Smiling he leaned over and gave Aragorn another soft
kiss, his lips lingered lightly over his mouth. Aragorn moaned again. 

"I wish to hold you in my arms Frodo, please give me that." 

"I can not Nin melethron" Frodo said quietly as he took hold of one
of Aragorn's hands, their fingers intertwining.  "Soon my love, you
will be able to hold me and I you. Nothing will come between us."

Aragorn turned his head to the side to look at Frodo's hand in his own and
saw Legolas standing to the side. "Am I that bad that you must have a
protector then?"

"It is a precaution, besides I think that I will need help if you are to
be healed."

Aragorn's eyes seemed to clear slightly as he gazed up at Frodo then back
to Legolas. "Healing? YOU'RE doing the healing?"

"You need this Aragorn" Frodo said quietly as he leaned to kiss him
again. He trailed his tongue along his lips and down over his chin. "Now
be quiet my love."

"I want to touch you Frodo, let me hold you." Aragorn moaned again.
Frodo looked down at him again his mind searching for someway to comfort Aragorn
and allow him his request. "Please let me hold you" he repeated as
he again tugged at the restraints. 

Frodo turned to look at his hand, glancing up quickly at Legolas whose eyes were
wide watching the two of them. His red lips contrasting against the deep blue of
his eyes. Their eyes met and without saying a word Frodo clearly heard Legolas
say "Let him hold you Frodo' as his eyes moved to their entwined
hands.

Frodo understood immediately yet he hesitated slightly, embarrassed at the
thought of what he was about to do with someone other that Aragorn watching him.
But again, he dug down deep within himself and found the courage for he knew his
modesty was not the issue here. Aragorn was the issue and he could feel the heat
of the darkness that coursed through his body emanating from him. 

Setting his shoulders and taking a quick cleansing breath he crawled further up
on the bed toward where Aragorn's hand now lay on the bed. Gently lifting
Aragorn's arm he rested it in his lap. He gasped as Aragorn's hand
took hold of his stiffening member. Aragorn's eyes popped open and as
their eyes met Frodo felt an immediate connection to his thoughts. 

"Take me my love' his mind sent out as the hand on him began to move
along his length softly at first then more firmly. Gliding up and down with slow
even strokes, Frodo responded to the touch and pressed his hips lightly forward
against Aragorn's hand.

Frodo's eyes held Aragorn's gaze until the green eyes closed as
Aragorn concentrated on the motion of his hand and how Frodo was responded to
his touch. Frodo watched as a fine sweat broke out on Aragorn's body and
his own manhood responded to the actions of his hand on his lover.

Frodo groaned and wished for quicker movements but Aragorn still under the
effects of the drug soon stopped unable to do more "I'm sorry Frodo,
I can not finish this" he moaned with a soft sob. Frodo took is face in
his hands kissing his lips and cheeks.

"Do not worry yourself my love for I am not. I am here for you, I only
wished to give you what you desired of me."

Aragorn looked up at his face, taking in the sweet smile and deep blue eyes,
"what ever would I do without you my love?"

Frodo giggled, "lie on this bed and rot! Now let me do what I must."
Aragorn nodded weakly as Frodo kissed him again, with more urgency, drinking him
in deeply as Aragorn smiled against his lips.

Looking down over his body, Frodo saw that his erection had not flagged yet and
slowly he began to kiss his way down his body. Soon he straddled Aragorn's
waist and was poised over his loins. The silence in the room was almost
deafening for a moment before he lowered his lips to the sensitive tip, kissing
it lightly. The muscles of Aragorn's legs twitched at the touch and he was
rewarded with a deep groan. 

"Frodo" came a sharp gasp as his tongue slowly dragging over the
head followed his lips. Aragorn brought his knees up as far as he could against
the restraints and raised his hips, but Frodo pulled back not allowing him
entrance to his mouth just yet. A whimpering moan came from behind him and he
smiled.

He moved his hands down Aragorn's thighs, massaging the muscles that
tensed and relaxed beneath his touch. When his hands were on Aragorn's
knees he slowly dragged his fingers down his inner thighs, dragging the tips
deeply along the skin. He could feel the goose bump flesh break out beneath his
touch and more moans echoed off the walls of the room.

When his hands reached the center he moved one down and over the tight furred
skin below his erection to massage it gently. Again Aragorn brought his hips up
with a yelp of his name, "Frodo! Yes!"

He smiled and moved his hand lower rubbing the secret spot below as Aragorn
began panting heavily beneath him. Then bending forward he blew a hot breath
over the rigid flesh that jerked upward toward the source. 

A small bead of pearlescent fluid gathered at the apex and Frodo smiled as he
licked at the hot jewel. Aragorn again called out to him as he wrapped his red
moist lips around the head and began to suck. Grasping the base of his shaft
Frodo lapped at the hard flesh, his tongue wrapping around the crown. 

In one quick motion Frodo took him full into his mouth eliciting a cry from his
lover. Slowly he began to move his lips and tongue over the length of him as
Aragorn began to writhe beneath him. 

"Do it Frodo!" he cried as he again thrust his hips upward, pressing
himself deeper into his mouth. Frodo moved with him and soon matched his
movements.  He did not have to wait long before he felt Aragorn's muscles
tighten beneath him and with a last hard thrust upward his hot seed spilled over
his tongue and down his throat. 

Aragorn crying out soundlessly and continuing to thrust against the final
electrical shocks that shot from the core of his body through every inch of his
being.

Aragorn crashed back onto the bed, spent and panting. He rolled his head from
side to side moaning Frodo's name. After Frodo had licked up the last of
the precious liquid he turned and pressed his lips to Aragorn's mouth.
Aragorn thrilled at the taste of his saliva mixed with the last of his seed. 

Pulling back from him Aragorn sighed, "You are not finished Frodo, but I
haven't the strength." Frodo blushed slightly feeling the pressure
that still burned in his loins. 

"You are very observant for a dead man! But do not worry about me my love
for I know when you have the strength you will more than make up for this small
transgression."

Aragorn chuckled softly and rolled his head to the side, gazing up into
Frodo's smiling face. Frodo realized suddenly that he had forgotten
something. Sitting up he turned to see Legolas still standing there, his back
now against the wall, his eyes wide. He was panting and gripping the back of the
chair in front of him with white knuckles. 

Aragorn followed his eyes and saw the elf standing there a soft smile coming
over his face as his eyes focused to his dear friend. He held out a hand to him
and Legolas slowly shook his head and refused to move from his place.

Aragorn looked back to Frodo as he began to undo the restraints from his hands
and legs.  Pulling his limbs close to his body for the first time in days he
moaned and rolled over onto his side. Frodo grabbed a bottle of oil from the
table next to the bed and pouring a small amount into his hands he began to
massage the stiff muscles of his arms and legs, bringing back the circulation. 

Aragorn lay nearly falling asleep, allowing Frodo to manipulate his limbs,
pressing firmly against knotted and sore spots gently. "Frodo"
Aragorn whispered quietly.

"Yes?" 

"I love you."

Frodo smiled as he continued to massage the muscles "I love you
too." 

"That feels very good my love" Aragorn moaned sleepily.

"That's as it should be, my love."

Aragorn turned his head and again looked at Legolas who still stood motionless
against the wall. "Legolas please?"

Again Legolas shook his head. Frodo looked at the elf, concern stitched across
his brow. Legolas had agreed to join him yet now seemed terrified to do so.
"Aragorn? Will you be ok for a moment?" he asked as he kissed his
forehead. Aragorn nodded too tired to speak. Frodo smiled down at him, "I
will take care of this?" Again Aragorn nodded and closing his eyes fell to
sleep.

Frodo sat on his feet for a moment looking at Legolas, and then climbing down
from the bed went to stand next to him. He held out his hand but Legolas did not
release his grip on the chair and simply shook his head still staring at
Aragorn. 

"I can not do this Frodo. I thought I could but I can not" he
whimpered softly.

"Legolas. Legolas look at me" Frodo said as he tugged on the
elf's arm. Legolas turned his wide eyed stared down to Frodo who smiled up
at him, with shining blue eyes. "I need you Legolas. Elrond was right, I
can not do this alone." 

Legolas began to shake his head again but Frodo stopped him, "Legolas. It
still lurks there in him. The pain and torment that the creature left behind. I
feel it. It is weak but it IS there." Frodo glanced back to Aragorn before
he continued. "I fear that if we don't do something soon he will be
lost to us, he is so weak. I've never seen him like this."

"Frodo I-"

"Legolas I need you, I need you to help me. Aragorn needs you to help
him." Frodo said as he took his arm and gently pulled him toward the bed.
As they stood there looking down at Aragorn, Frodo could feel the love pouring
out of Legolas' body for the man on the bed. 

"Frodo, I don't know what I should do. I'm torn between my
love for him and my desire not to feel that hurt and pain again of losing
him." Legolas said as he turned to Frodo. "I do not want to hurt you
either Frodo, for your friendship means too much to me."

"Legolas, by doing this you will find the peace you need to heal that old
pain. You and Aragorn will heal the heartache that stains your souls from
foolish things done and said so long ago." Legolas looked down at Frodo,
tears threatening to fall from his eyes.  "As far as I'm concerned,
we can only strengthen our friendship by doing this."

Legolas stood mute for a short time before he closed his eyes and nodded. Frodo
felt like jumping for joy but instead wrapped his arms around the elf's
waist and hugged him tightly. Legolas knelt down and pulled him into his arms,
"I still do not know what I should do now."

Frodo smiled softly and reaching out began to undo the buttons of
Legolas's shirt.

TBC ~ BU

Title: Stolen Night 23/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: NC17
Summary: Legolas is able to confront his fears and helps Frodo to heal the still
ailing Aragorn.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I won't make money off of them,
Tolkien is probably rolling in his grave but then it's good for the
circulation for where would we be without that?!
Warning: Three way sex. Can we say sexual healing? I knew that you could.
Graphic sex. 
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: Gggguuuuuhhhh- Thanks to my favorite sewer bunnies for
indulging this so long!!

Installment 23 - Memories Overcome

Legolas studied the hobbit as he undid the buttons on his shirt. His mind was
whirling with the consequences of what would happen here. Frodo seemed unfazed
by the fact that Legolas had cared deeply for the man that lay deep asleep on
the bed. "Frodo, are you sure this is a wise thing. Watching you now, I no
longer know myself."

Frodo looked deep into Legolas' eyes, "Do you love him
Legolas?"

"Why do ask me that?"

"Do you love him Legolas? It is a simple question" Frodo said his
voice very demanding.

"Yes Frodo, I love Estel" he replied softly. Frodo smiled and took
his face in his hands as he placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"I know Legolas, I know. For I love him as well and my only thoughts are
that he becomes well. I do not wish to lose him."

"Neither do I Frodo."

"Then what is troubling you? You love him, I love him and he loves us
both." Frodo finished unbuttoning the shirt and pushed it off his
shoulders and down over his arms. He sat back and taking one of the elf's
hands in his own placed a soft tender kiss upon it. "I love you too
Legolas" he whispered softly against his fingers.

The touch was as tender as his words and Legolas felt his heart swell with the
love that Frodo gave to him. Raising a long slender hand he ran his fingers
through the chestnut curls of the Frodo's hair and smiled. His fear
dissipating as he leaned forward to tenderly kissed Frodo's cheek.
 
Frodo looked up at Legolas, a sweet smile gracing his face, his blue eyes
sparkling. From the bed Aragorn mumbled something incoherent they both jumped to
their feet and leaning in close to Aragorn asked him what he just said. They
were answered with a soft moan as he rolled over onto his back. 

"Ninnies, we are a couple of ninnies" Frodo laughed and Legolas
joined him as he brushed back some hair from Aragorn's face. "But
we're a couple of ninnies that he needs desperately." 

He glanced at Frodo who walked around to the other side of the bed. Absently his
hands moved to the ties of his breeches, unlacing them he pushed them down,
stepping out of them before pushing them aside. Frodo was stunned into silence
by the grace of Legolas' movements. The rippling muscles of his arms and
legs as he disrobed. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the
flawless beauty of the elf.

They stood on opposite sides of the bed looking at one and other when Aragorn
moaned more loudly, his body twitching as though some unknown creature was
biting him. "Make it stop please, make it stop" Aragorn moaned as
he began to writhe on the bed.

Legolas looked down at him "We can not wait any longer, it is too much for
him." Together they joined Aragorn on the bed. "Help me sit him
up" Legolas said motioning to Frodo. They each took an arm and with
Legolas kneeling behind him they laid him back against his chest, the elf
supporting him with his arms wrapped around his chest.

Legolas bent his head to kiss the soft skin of his neck as his head lolled to
the side. His arms were limp at his sides and his breathing seemed strained. 
"Estel come back to us" he whispered as he trailed his tongue
around the edge of his ear. Aragorn's eyes opened slightly as he looked
around him. 

Frodo positioned himself between his legs and taking his face in his hands
called his name.

"Aragorn, look at me" he said trying to gather his attention.
Aragorn's eyes moved slowly around and seemed to focus. "We are here
my love, Legolas and I, and we are going to help you but you need to stay with
us, focus on us."

Aragorn moaned again. "It hurts! Make it stop please" he whined,
"Ah gods! Please Frodo! Legolas! Make it stop!"

"We will Estel" Legolas murmured against he hair as his eyes met
Frodo's. With a slight nod they began to caress his skin. Frodo leaned
over and kissed his chest, his hands gliding over the softly furred muscles of
his chest. His tongue licking at the pink nubs that hardened with the touch.

Legolas kissed and licked a path down his neck across to his shoulder his teeth
digging softly at the feverish flesh below him. Aragorn sighed with their soft
and stinging touches. Shivers ran through his skin and he arched his back
against the sensation. Legolas smiled remembering the last time he had seen this
happen so many years ago. Strengthening his hold on him he pulled him up more
into a sitting position that forced Aragorn to hold his head up lest his chin
rest on his chest. 

Frodo moved lower over his body, his kisses landing like drops of hot rain
against Aragorn's skin. As he reached the line of soft curls he was
pleased to find his stiffening loins rub against his cheek. 

Aragorn's body was waking from the drugged slumbering state. With each
touch, each caress, each kiss his reflexes scattered fire across his skin. His
breathing became easier though more rapid with the quickening of his body. 

Legolas behind him, his hands moving over his chest and arms, his mouth over his
shoulder and back supporting him and giving him strength. Frodo in front of him
arousing his muscles, his legs flexing at the butterfly kisses that were flying
down his thighs, his knees.  

He wanted nothing more than to hold each of them in his arms show his love for
them but he knew he would have to wait to be the aggressor.  Instead he accepted
their love thankful that they were willing to give it. As Legolas pulled his
head back and pressed his lips to his mouth his sighed. 

The pounding that had been throbbing in his head seemed to drain away, replaced
with a light airy feeling of bliss. Their tongues gliding across each other,
their saliva mixing and becoming one. Legolas pulled back and looked down into
his eyes. 

"Forgive me Estel, for all the years I have acted as an ass toward you.
For I love you with all my heart and wish you the entire world. All the
happiness that you and Frodo can find." 

A soft whimper escaped Aragorn's lips and the tears he had managed to
contain spilled down his cheeks as he looked into the crystal blue eyes of his
former lover. "I forgave you the moment I saw you at the Council of
Elrond. I was just too proud to say it then and I should have. Forgive me
Legolas." 

Legolas laid his forehead to Aragorn's and softly whispered "We are
forgiven." Aragorn nodded softly and repeated the whisper; "We are
forgiven." They both heard a quiet sniff and looked up to see Frodo
kneeling there, tears running down his cheeks and smile on his lips. 

"Oh my" he sniffed, "that was the most beautiful thing
I've ever witnessed." Both Aragorn and Legolas held out a hand to
him and taking them they pulled him up over Aragorn's body and into a
strong embrace. The three stayed that way, their souls merging into one of
acceptance and love. 

A slight twinge from Aragorn drew them out of their reverie. Frodo pushed
himself up and looked at the two. "We've work to do sir now with
your kind permission we shall continue!" he said to Aragorn who
couldn't help but smile. 

"He's quite the slave driver isn't he?" Legolas giggled
against Aragorn's cheek. 

"Oh this is nothing you should have seen him when we first met in Gondor,
I couldn't keep up with him. And our visit to the library, just try
keeping this one quiet" Aragorn replied with a grin. 

"Oh really?" Legolas giggled. 

"Do not pretend to be innocent of anything that has transpired between
us!" Frodo said as he wagged a finger at Aragorn causing him and Legolas
to burst into laughter. "Oh you two are impossible!" Frodo moaned,
glaring at them both with mock disgust. 

Aragorn reached out and pulled him into his arms again "Oh my Frodo, how I
do love you" he sighed as their lips met in a deep kiss. 

"I love you too, so much Aragorn." Frodo sighed as he buried his
face against his neck. Legolas smiled and placed a hand on Frodo's head
and one on Aragorn's hand. Frodo turned his face to look at the elf.
"I love you too Legolas. I would have no one else here but you." 

"Frodo, my heart is full of love for you as well." Bending lower
Legolas brushed his lips against Frodo's mouth, his long hot tongue
pressing between his lips to find the wet heat of his mouth. Shocks of
electricity passed through their bodies as they parted and looked at each other. 

Both smiled and looked down at Aragorn who watched them with a soft smile on his
lips which quickly turned to a grimace as another wave of pain ran down his
spine. "I am all right" he said with a grimace when he saw the
looks of concerns on the two faces just inches from his own. 

"No you are not, not yet at least" Legolas said as he again began
to kiss his shoulder, licking a path of quick silver against the hard muscles.
Frodo quickly moved and seeing his flagging manhood ran his hands over
Aragorn's belly in small circles moving them closer to the base. 

Aragorn gasped as both of his hands wrapped around the base firmly. He began to
move one hand up and down the length while the other remained firmly at the
base, moving back and forth in a circular motion. Aragorn gasped and looking
down at Frodo took a deep breath holding it for a moment before releasing it
with panting breaths. 

Legolas took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Aragorn's waist and
lifting him up set him onto his lap, as he himself sat back on his folded legs
and feet. He was pleased that Frodo continued his ministrations without missing
a beat. With Aragorn's buttocks firmly on his thighs he spread his knees
and subsequently his cheeks slightly apart. 

Aragorn grasped at Legolas' arms to steady himself and brought his knees
up to support his body. Frodo gently pushed his knees farther apart with his
shoulders so as not to be penned in and to give himself more access. Aragorn
watched Frodo as his hands moved over his now rigid shaft, panting and moaning
at the friction that was scouring his skin. 

Legolas' hot breath and wet tongue lapping at his neck sent shivers of
goose bumps over his skin. Legolas brought a hand up to face and again turning
his face to his own they kissed deeply, tongue gliding against tongue as they
pressed their mouths together harder. Their kiss was broken as Aragorn gasped
for air and a deep growl rose from his chest as Frodo hot wet lips caressed his
delicate tip. 

Aragorn could feel Legolas's throbbing elfhood pressed tight against his
buttocks. He turned his head to see him licking at the fingers of his free hand
and he sighed knowing what was to come. 

Legolas slipped his fingers from his mouth and moved them around sliding gently
down his side and down between his buttocks. Aragorn cried out as two of
Legolas' fingers deftly slid deep within him at the same time Frodo took him
fully into his mouth.  

Together, Legolas and Frodo moved in tandem, rubbing and licking at front and
back. Aragorn's mind was spinning, dizzy with the magnetic excitement
coursing through to his very soul. 

"Frodo, give me a moment" Legolas rasped against Aragorn's
shoulder and Frodo pulled back releasing Aragorn causing him to moan at the
loss. He whimpered loudly at the slight tugging as Legolas pulled his fingers
free. He quickly steadied a dizzy Aragorn on his lap as he threatened to fall
sideways.  

"Blast! Use that oil Frodo and prepare him for me and me for him.  I can
not release him go or he'll fall." Frodo grabbed at the small vial
of oil from the table he poured a small amount onto his fingers and reaching
beneath Aragorn pressed first one finger then a second deep within Aragorn. 

"Legolas it hurts. Oh stars, my chest, please make it stop hurting!"
Aragorn cried out. Frodo stopped pulling himself free and with wide eyes met
Legolas' eyes. "It is not you Frodo, the evil that lingers in him
has gathered in his chest. I can feel it there. Keep on, hurry we have it at
bay! We must rid him of this!" 

Frodo poured more of the oil in his hand and again reached below Aragorn.
Legolas nearly cried out as his hand quickly grasped and thoroughly prepared
Legolas' throbbing shaft. 

"Hold his knees, keep him steady" Legolas panted as he again lifted
Aragorn up and positioning himself below slowly entered him deeply as he set him
back down on his hardened length. Aragorn's eyes wide as he panted heavily
with the filling pressure. 

"Continue Frodo" Legolas moaned as he began to slowly and gently
thrust upward. Frodo looked down to find the first of droplet of hot liquid
collecting at the tip and with a quick lick of his tongue he drank it in before
again sucking his thick burning shaft again into his mouth.  

Soon their movements were matched and all three moved in unison. Aragorn
thrusting upward into Frodo's wet mouth and back into Legolas'
hardened loins. His panting gasps accented by Legolas' and Frodo's
muffled moans. Aragorn felt as though he was falling over a precipice as he came
closer and closer to his climax. 

The pain in his chest seemed to become smaller and smaller, curling into a tight
ball gathering all darkness into it. It felt as though it were melting,
dissipating into nothingness as the touches, caresses and pulsating movement in
and around his body continued. 

Legolas moaned deeply as he felt he would explode. Frodo could think of nothing
but Aragorn, wishing all the sickness from his body and he sucked and licked
Aragorn closer to his release.  

When it came Aragorn's back arched first forward then back and he let
loose a deep growling bellow as his hot seed burst into Frodo's mouth and
an explosion of white hot stars detonated from deep within his very core. His
muscles contracting with the spasms of joy that shot through every nerve in his
body. 

He was quickly followed by Legolas, spreading his fiery juices deep inside of
him with a loud scream. Aragorn collapsed back onto Legolas panting heavily his
body drained and spent. Legolas gathered him closely in his arms but did not
move to disconnect with him.  

Aragorn watched as Frodo sat back, swallowing hard he sat back against the
footboard of the bed. He was flushed and panting heavily. Aragorn stared amazed
at the beauty that seeped from every pour of him. Glancing at Legolas he felt he
would cry for he was surrounded by exquisite beauty. Beauty that they shared
with him, by loving him. 

Turning back to Frodo he saw that Frodo had not himself shared in the pleasure
of release that he and Legolas has just enjoyed. Softly he whispered something
about this to Legolas who quickly looked to Frodo.

Gently lifting Aragorn again he separated from him and carefully propped Aragorn
on the pillows where he would be able to see them, Legolas crawled down to where
Frodo sat. Frodo looked up at him, his cheeks flushed, lips red. 

"Frodo, may I help you to join us?" Legolas asked. 

"I'm all right Legolas, really I am" Frodo gasped still
trying to catch his breath.

"No Frodo, you are not. May I?" he asked again gently. Frodo's
head was spinning and he wanted nothing more than to release himself from the
blinding pressure in his loins. He nodded quickly. Legolas smiled and gently
kissed him, thrilled at the taste of Aragorn that lingered still on his lips and
tongue. 

Bending low over him he blew a hot breath across his throbbing member.
"You are not long away Frodo" he whispered as his long hot tongue
curled around the taught shaft. Frodo released a squeaky gasp as the wet tongue
and lips met his engorged length. He grabbed Legolas' shoulders to steady
himself, his fingers digging into his silky skin. 

Legolas adeptly licked and sucked the swollen shaft, his tongue lapping at the
sides and crown of the tip. Frodo's legs tensed his body quaking as he
drew in a deep breath holding it unable to exhale as Legolas' head moved
over his lap. 

Frodo's dark blue eyes shot up and met Aragorn's smiling emerald
green eyes for a moment before shock wave of delight shot through his body. His
back arched violently, forcing his hips to thrust forward into Legolas'
mouth. As his release exploded over Legolas' tongue he released the long
held breath with a squealing moan. 

As Legolas licked at the last of Frodo's release he pushed back and
collapsed on the bed. All three men still panting as drained. Legolas started to
giggle as he listened to the cacophony of panting breaths echoing off the walls
of the room. 

Frodo lightly kicked at his hip then started laughing "No I guess I
wasn't long away."

"And I can see how it would be difficult to remain quiet with all that
squealing" Legolas laughed.

"Oh don't you start, you screamer!" Frodo laughed as he looked
up at Aragorn in time to see his smile turn to a grimace. "Aragorn!"

"I think I'm going to be ill" he moaned as he doubled over.
Both Legolas and Frodo jumped to his aid. Frodo grabbed an empty basin holding
it close to his head as Legolas grabbed his shoulders, brushing his hair back
from his face. Aragorn's body convulsed several times as the content of
his stomach spilled out. 

When his body finally relaxed they laid him back onto the pillows barely
conscience. Legolas and Frodo looked at the silvery blackish maw contained in
the bowl. "The silver is the Sipathious, the black I'm not sure,
remnants of the evil maybe" Legolas said with a grimace. "Judging
from the amount I would say that there should not be much of the drug still in
him. We should have Elrond examine this." 

"I'll get him" Frodo said as he slipped on a robe and taking
the basin, placed it on a table before he slipped out of the room. When he
returned he with Elrond they found that Legolas had moved Aragorn to one side of
the bed and was busy gathering the dirty linens from the bed. 

Elrond moved directly to the basin to examine the contents as Frodo gathered a
bowl of fresh water and towels to bath Aragorn. He and Legolas had just finished
bathing Aragorn, who was rousing with the touch of the cool water on his skin. 

Elrond looked at him, saying a few words in elvish that Frodo could not
understand. Aragorn answered him in a quiet voice bringing a smile to
Elrond's face. "It is the darkness that had remained after the
exorcism. The Sipathious drew it in and he has released it. There is very little
left in him" Elrond said looking to Legolas and Frodo. "You have
done very well, though he may need further attention and care. Are you up to
it?"

Both the hobbit and elf nodded without hesitation. "I thought that you
would be" Elrond said with a smile. His eyes moved to Legolas, who seemed
to glow, "And all is well with you?"

"Yes Elrond, all is well." Legolas smiled as Elrond brushed a long
braid from Legolas' face. Elrond sighed and with a smile left the room.
Legolas and Frodo towel dried Aragorn and placing fresh linens on the bed, set
him gently back onto the center of the bed. Aragorn was awake, but weak still.
Both nearly leapt for joy when he said that he was hungry.

Frodo gathered some food from the kitchens as Legolas carefully propped Aragorn
up in the bed. The Legolas and Frodo nibbled at some bread and cheese as Aragorn
sipped at some hot broth Frodo spooned into his mouth.

The food seemed to help tremendously and Aragorn even tried some of the bread.
Soon he was wide-awake and some of his energy had returned. As a little of the
broth dribbled down Aragorn's chin Frodo quickly licked it up causing
Aragorn to laugh. "Legolas, did I ever tell you about my adventure in the
kitchens of Gondor with our little friend here?"

"No you didn't" Legolas replied with a snicker.

"Don't you dare Aragorn!" Frodo gasped.

"He's quite a voracious eater, though very messy if I do say
so" Aragorn chuckled as Frodo's mouth hung open with surprise that
Aragorn was talking about this.  "There we were, on the floor and there
was some sort of food everywhere, and I mean everywhere." 

Legolas laughed at the thought of these two covered in food on the floor.
"If you tell him anymore Aragorn I'll be forced to tell him about
the bell tower" Frodo smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh you wouldn't" Aragorn warned.

"Oh wouldn't I?" Frodo huffed with a grin.

"Bell Tower? What happened there?" Legolas asked with a laughed now
thoroughly intrigued by Aragorn's reaction.

"Frodo, don't you dare!" Aragorn reached out a hand to cover
his mouth, but Frodo pushed it away with a giggle.

"He got so excited" he laughed as Aragorn struggled to stop him
from saying any more. "So excited that he grabbed the" Frodo
laughing harder as he now wrestled with Aragorn's arms to keep them away
from his face.

"Grabbed the what?" Legolas laughed.

"Grabbed the bell pull!" Frodo squeaked out as Aragorn poked at his
sides. "No! Don't tickle me! Gah!" 

"What happened then?" Legolas asked, tears streaming down his face,
as he was laughing so hard at the sight of the two of them wrestling on the bed
and Frodo's laugh was so infectious.

"Don't say another word Frodo!" Aragorn chuckled trying to get
a better hold of the hobbit that was now squirming beneath him.

"He pulled on the rope, we damn near went deaf!" Frodo screeched as
Aragorn began tickling him in earnest. Frodo screamed with laughter as he
wrestled against Aragorn who was laughing so hard his face had turned red. 

"Stop!" Frodo cried again, tears streaming down his face. Aragorn finally
stopped tickling and lay exhausted and giggling, holding him in his arms. He
placed small kisses all over Frodo's face before burying his face against
his neck. 

Legolas sat laughing, shaking his head in wonder over the two lovers. "No
offense, but I am glad its you he's now tickling instead of me." 

"He did that to you too?" Frodo panting looking to Legolas, a big
grin on his face. 

"Incessantly!" Legolas exclaimed. "One time Elrond and Elrohir
came running in the room with bows drawn thinking I was being murdered I was
shrieking so loud with laughter." 

Frodo was laughing so hard his sides ached. Aragorn looked over to Legolas with
a smile "They did not!"

"Did too!" Legolas countered. "You pinned me to the floor over
some silly thing that I had done to you and you tickled me until I
couldn't breath! The only way for me to get help was to scream at the top
of my lungs!" 

Aragorn laughed and hugged Frodo closer, "Don't listen to him,
he's a liar." 

Legolas' laughed even more, "I am not lying you little brat!"
He smacked Aragorn in the ass. "You damn near got us killed! Elrohir
thought you to be some brigand attacking me and let an arrow loose! Luckily
Elrond knocked his arm in time. Damn thing lodged in a chair leg just between
our heads!" 

Frodo was laughing beyond control, picturing what it must have looked like.
"Elrond separated us, under guards for a week because of that! We scared
him to death! Only reason it wasn't longer was because you sneaked out and
fell off the roof trying to get to me." Legolas laughed and lightly
punched him in the arm.

Aragorn rolled over and snaking an arm around Legolas' neck gave him a
quick hard kiss on the cheek as he dragged him and Frodo closer to him as he
laid on his back giggling. Frodo and Legolas both laughed and snuggled in to
either side on his neck, wrapping their arms around him tightly.

After a time they were quiet and Aragorn seemed to have fallen asleep. As they
watched him, their hearts filled with love and relief that he seemed well on the
road to recovery. His mouth opened slightly and with a gentle sigh he whispered
"Thank you. I love you both so much, I would be lost without you."

Frodo and Legolas looked across to one and other as his breathing slowed and he
fell into a deep sleep. With soft smiles and nods, they snuggled down closer and
joined him in slumber.

TBC - BU

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Title: Stolen Night 24/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn/Legolas 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Aragorn still recovering attempts too much on his own and angers his
healers.  Foolish deeds forgiven, Aragorn is brought fully into the light.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I won't make money off of them,
Tolkien is probably rolling in his grave but then it's good for the
circulation for where would we be without that?!
Warning: Can we say sexual healing? I knew that you could. Graphic
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior
when I inflicted this upon them- especially Sue, Vic and Trish! 

Installment 24 - One Step Forward

When Frodo awoke the next morning, he stretched and delighted in the thought of
once again waking in Aragorn's arms. But opening his eyes he saw that it
was Legolas who held him tightly, not Aragorn. He quickly looked about the room
and found Aragorn sitting in a chair before the hearth. 

Carefully sliding out of Legolas' grasp he slipped off the bed and went to
Aragorn's side. He was fast asleep, his head resting on his shoulder, a
blanket wrapped loosely around him. He heard a small gasp and turned to see
Legolas sit bolt upright in the bed, a look of confusion on his face. Frodo
quickly raised a finger to his lips, motioning for Legolas to be quiet.

He slid out of the bed and came to stand behind Frodo. Both stood there for a
moment in silence watching Aragorn sleep. "How did he get over here
without waking us up?" Frodo whispered.

"I've no idea. He was still so weak last night" Legolas
replied quietly as he placed a hand to Aragorn's forehead. "He is
warm which is not good. I did think the worst has passed last night but we must
make sure he gets all of his strength back. Especially before he begins to
wander about on his own."

Aragorn mumbled something that neither could hear and then blinking a few times
awoke to find the faces of his most beloved just inches from his own.
"Well" he said drowsily "good morning. It is morning
isn't it?"

"Yes Estel, it is morning. How did you get to this chair?" the elf
queried, somewhat miffed.

Aragorn stretched a bit, the blanket falling away showing the sinewy muscles of
his chest. "It wasn't easy. I managed to slither out from between
the two of you without waking you up shortly after sunrise. Then I basically,
brought myself to this chair. Why?" A sleepy smile graced his noble face
as his eyes once again closed for he was too tired to keep them open.

"Why did you not wake us?" Frodo asked, trying to control his
emotions. "You are very weak still and could have hurt yourself Aragorn.
And you should be in bed getting the rest you need to recover."

"Frodo is right Estel. What if you had hurt yourself?"

Aragorn forced his eyes open and looked at the concerned faces that stared back
at him. Frodo stood with his hand on his hips, looking like he was ready for a
fight and Legolas looked like a graceful cat, ready to strike, a look that
always unnerved him in the past.

That was when Legolas and Frodo saw the blood. A small trickle, dried on his
right cheek from a cut that was now surrounded by a purplish bruise. Frodo
started at the sight "What happened to your face?" 

"I am sorry, truly I am. I could not stand to lie down any longer"
he said sleepily, his eyes closing again. "I bumped my head on the arm of
the chair as I was trying to pull myself up."

"Pull yourself up? What do you mean, you crawled to this chair?"
Legolas questioned him.

"Well, yes. Once I fell out of the bed."

"You fell out of the bed?" Frodo was shocked.

"I am all right, it does not hurt."

"Well you are going back to bed! Right now!" Legolas said angrily.

"All right, all right. I did not mean any harm" Aragorn said as he
pushed himself up. Legolas grabbed his arms to steady him as he stood up in
front of the chair. He tried to focus on what was around him but when he turned
to take a step toward the bed, he lost his balance. 

Legolas scooped him up into his arms. "Look at you, weaker than a new born
babe! It is a wonder you did not hurt yourself more seriously."

Frodo ran back to the bed, pulling back the blanket and fluffing the pillows as
Legolas laid him back down. Frodo said nothing as he angrily tucked the blanket
back up around his shoulders. Aragorn could see the storm clouds that festered
behind his eyes.

"Frodo" Aragorn sighed.

"Do not talk to me right now!" Frodo said loudly. "I am very
angry and upset and it is best if you do not talk to me for I may say something
I will regret!" 

Aragorn looked at him unsure what to say next. "Frodo I-"

"You make me so angry Aragorn! Do you not wish to be well? Do you want to
get sicker?" Frodo shouted. "We should just leave you now, how would
you like that? Since you do not seem to care about all that we have tried to do
for you!"

Aragorn remained silent as Frodo ranted on. "Fell out of bed, what did you
think you were doing? You could have broken your neck you stupid fool! Then
where would we be? You would be dead and I would be alone again! And Legolas
would have lost you all over again! All this for naught!"

"I am sorry Frodo. Legolas I didn't mean to upset you."
Aragorn whispered.

"Well sorry will not buy you supper if you're dead in the
ground!" Frodo yelled at the top of his lungs. Aragorn lay in stunned
silence, the shock of Frodo yelling at him pressed him further down into the
pillows. He looked to Legolas who stood, arms folded glaring down at him. 

"I am sorry."

Legolas turned snatching at a towel and dipping it in the bowl of water.
"Well I am sorry too Estel for this time I must agree with Frodo."
Aragorn looked at them and realized just how much they had worried about him.

Frodo continued to rant and he dabbed the wound on his cheek with the wet towel.
"We have spent the better part of the last four days, worried sick about
you. And this is the thanks we get. You don't' care for us at
all."

"Frodo you are wrong. I do care! Legolas, I did not realize. I do not know
what to say, but I am sorry." Aragorn murmured as the two slid into robes
and headed for the door. 

Elrond opened the door; his face full of concern over the yelling that could be
heard all over Imladris. Seeing the looks on the faces of Frodo and Legolas as
they stomped past him out the door he decided to hold his tongue, as it was
obviously an argument between the three men.

"Elrond can watch over you for a time" Legolas said as he slammed
the door behind them. The bang from the door echoed around them as they stood
outside the room.  Both stopped, huffing with anger. 

From inside the room they could hear Elrond asking Aragorn what had happened and
Aragorn pleading that he meant no harm, he had not thought of what he was doing
before he did it. Their voices became hard to hear and both Legolas and Frodo
stared at each other before they both turned to leave, tears hanging at their
lashes.

* * * * *

By the time they reached Aragorn's room their tears had subsided. Frodo
huffed and paced around the room while Legolas simply sat on the bed, looking
dejected. "Why did I yell at him? I got so angry. He didn't know
something like that would happen. Why was I so mean to him Legolas?"

"Neither of us meant any harm Frodo."

"But I yelled at him!"

"If he hadn't been sick, would you have done the same thing? Had he
fallen and not called out for help, would you have yelled at him then?"
Frodo looked stricken as he looked back at Legolas.
 
"I don't' know."

"He will always think of us first Frodo" Legolas said quietly.
"That was the way he was raised, to be a protector, to be a champion, to
be a king. So just as we are protective of him, he is protective of us. No
matter how ill he may be."

Frodo sat down next to Legolas who draped an arm around his shoulders and Frodo
wrapped his arms around his waist, burying his face against Legolas' neck.
"If it is any conciliation, I wished I could have yelled at him even more
than you did. Even when Estel and I were together, his thoughts were of me
first. What he could do for me." Legolas continued. 

"When Elrond separated us, I told you of this last night, the tickle
incident?" Frodo nodded. "He was distraught at not being able to see
me. Elladan made sure to inform him, well he told him lies. He was not well and
he managed to  elude the guards and when he took to the roof. It was late, pitch
dark out, weak as a kitten and the blasted fool took to the roof."

"He had almost made it to the chamber I was being held in when he lost his
footing, slipped and fell. He was hanging from the edge of the roof and just as
Elrond came running out to see what was going on. He lost his hold and fell two
stories. It was lucky for him that he landed in the river and we were able to
fish him out before he went over the great waterfall. Elrond must have yelled at
him for hours. He sat there and took every bit of it, sopping wet, bruised ribs
and cuts on his hands."

Legolas stopped for a moment remembering how he looked sitting there, looking
liked a child caught in the pantry, sneaking treats. He smiled and hugged
Frodo's shoulders again. "I yelled at him then the way you did just
now. I yelled at him because I loved him and was terrified at what might have
been had he not been so lucky."

"We are not completely wrong for being upset. We have been through much
worry and that is easy to forget when confronted by an air of invincibility.
Something I fear will one day desert him. We cannot forget that he has been ill
and until yesterday, not himself at all." 

Frodo sighed, "You're right. I keep forgetting that he has been in
that bed for days. He's getting better and only wished to be out of bed.
If it were me, I would not want to disturb us either. I love him so much
Legolas, I just do not want to see him hurt anymore."  

Legolas smiled as he laid his cheek on Frodo's head. "I know, I
know. We both want that. I think ours was a natural reaction Frodo, because we
wish him to be well."

They held each other tightly as Frodo closed his eyes and fought back his tears
of regret. He would apologize immediately, that is if Elrond allowed him to see
him again. "I wonder if he is hungry."

"We could always take some food to him, along we our apologies."

"Yes, Legolas, lets do that." Frodo smiled as he looked up at
Legolas.

They headed off to the kitchen and by the time they left they had enough food to
feed a small army. Frodo hefted a tray of fruits, cheeses, hot muffins, sausages
and tomatoes to be warmed by the fire. Legolas carried a pot of broth and a
kettle of herbed tea as well. 

When they returned to Elrond's room they found Elrond sitting in a chair
next to the bed watching Aragorn sleep. He looked up with a smile when they
entered and laughed when he saw what they were carrying. "I do hope you
don't expect him to eat all of that?" 

"No, we brought some for ourselves and you if you'll stay"
Legolas replied, setting the pot and kettle on hooks over the fire. Then took
the other hot food and set it on racks to keep them hot.

"Yes Elrond, stay and have a bite to eat with us" Frodo asked.
Elrond smiled and nodded his assent as they set up the table for the four of
them to enjoy a meal together when Aragorn awoke. 

As they waited Frodo glanced now and then to Elrond who seemed intent on
Aragorn's sleeping form. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts for he
ignored them for most of the next hour. Frodo and Legolas were quietly playing a
game of chess when Aragorn stretched and blinked into wakefulness. 

Seeing Elrond sitting next to him he smiled and reached out a hand, that Elrond
took gladly. With a gentle squeeze he motioned toward Legolas and Frodo,
"Your friends have returned."

Legolas and Frodo came to the edge of the bed as Aragorn turned toward them. The
bruise on the right side of his face was puffy and purple but the bleeding had
stopped which made both elf and hobbit very glad. 

Frodo cleared his throat, "Aragorn, I am very sorry I yelled at you
before. You've been ill and I shouldn't have carried on so."

"I too wish to apologize Estel" Legolas jumped in. "I showed
anger toward you and I shouldn't have. Can you forgive us?"

Aragorn smiled, "I am sorry as well, I meant no harm to you or to myself.
I guess I'm just too proud to admit when I need help." He glanced to
Elrond who smiled "I will try to do better with that I promise. But be
warned, I may I become a pest" he continued with a smirk.

Frodo and Legolas both laughed and Frodo bounded onto the bed wrapping his arms
around Aragorn in a tight hug as he laid on top of him, "I love you
Aragorn, pester me all you wish."

"And me as well" Legolas laughed. "Now, are you up to some
more food or should we let all this go to waste?"

Aragorn breathed in a deep breath of the heavenly smells that had filled the
room from the food by the hearth. "Oh, that does smell wonderful and I am
hungry." Frodo cheered, sat up and taking Aragorn's arm helped him
to sit up. 

"Would you like to eat here or do you have enough strength to sit at the
table?" Legolas asked.

"I would love to be out of this bed" Aragorn said with a raised
eyebrow, "but I will need help to get to the table." Legolas smiled
as he and Elrond helped him on with a robe and steadied Aragorn as he stood up
on shaky legs. Frodo ran to pull a chair back from the table for him to sit on
as they slowly walked from the bed.  

Once settled they all sat and enjoyed the morning's repast. Aragorn drank
some of the broth and hot tea, nibbling on bits of bread as the others devoured
larger meals. They spoke of trivial things, the weather and changes of season.
Frodo watched as Legolas and Elrond shared a few quiet glances and smiles. His
curiosity peaked but he held back from asking. Instead he asked Elrond what
Aragorn was like as a child, to which Aragorn rolled his eyes and Elrond
laughed.

"Curious young hobbit. Well, let me see what I can tell you of
Estel" Elrond said as he squinted at his foster son and snickered. Frodo
and Legolas both giggled and waited to hear of the secret beginnings of the man
before them.

"Be nice father" Aragorn said with a laugh. "Do not make
Frodo regret his affection for me."

Elrond gave Aragorn a look of delighted amusement, "And take away my fun? 
Hhhmm- let me think." He said as he ran his thumb and finger along
his chin, the devil dancing in his eyes. "I could tell you about the small
lad who held court in the music room filled with the rabbits and frogs he caught
in the gardens, proclaiming himself their lord and master as he chased them
around the room, knocking over vases and tables. Celebrian's harp was
never the same after that."

"Then there was little boy who enjoyed climbing up the tallest trees and
then was too terrified to climb back down." Aragorn shook his head as
Elrond continued. "I can not begin to tell you how many times Elrohir had
to climb up after him. He wrap his arms around his neck so tight he almost
couldn't breath." 

Frodo laughed, as Aragorn interrupted "He does not need to know all my
childhood foibles." 

"He was a good boy as well, very studious. I never had to push him to
learn or do his lessons" Elrond continued. Then he waved a hand toward
Legolas. "That is until he met this one."

Frodo giggled more, smiling at the elf. "Oh I can very well imagine what
these two got into."

Elrond smiled "You have no idea. I think I truly felt old once these two
took up with one another. Legolas for all his good intentions was nothing but a
distraction to Estel's studies."

Legolas shook his head "I was only trying to help him study."

"Is that what you call putting ink in my tea?" Aragorn said
incredulously. 

"That's what it was!" Legolas exclaimed with a laugh.

"What?" Aragorn asked.

"I've been trying to remember all night what it was that you were
trying to tickle me to death for when Elrohir shot that arrow at our
heads!" Legolas laughed even more, "You had black teeth for
days!"

"By the stars I almost forgot about that! Yes, it was very
attractive" Elrond snickered. 

"You're just very lucky I am not strong enough yet elf boy!"
Aragorn laughed as he picked up a roll and threw it at Legolas, who ducked
before it struck him in the face. Aragorn sat back and closed his eyes. 

"You need your rest Aragorn" Frodo said as he watched his energy
drain away.

"I am fine" Aragorn started as he looked over to Frodo. He smiled
and traced a finger along Frodo's hand. "Perhaps you are right, I
should lay down again though I hate to do so alone."

"You are incorrigible" Frodo laughed, standing up, prepared to help
him back to bed. Aragorn pushed back from the table as Legolas came around to
help as well. Aragorn seemed to find strength he had not had in a few days and
stood up with little help. He even made it most of the way to the bed himself
before having to lean on Legolas' arm to steady himself.

"You will be up and about on your own in no time Estel" Elrond
said, pleased to see his progress. "I credit your healers for their
patience and love of you for that."

"As do I father" Aragorn said as he smiled at Frodo and Legolas. 

As he sat in the center of the bed Elrond came over and placed a kiss on his
forehead, then followed suit with Frodo and Legolas. "Your love holds the
key. While Estel is better than I could ever have hoped, knowing that just a few
days have passed when I feared for his life. There are still shadows within,
they are faint but they are there. You must finish what you have begun."
Elrond brushed the back of his fingers across Aragorn's bruised cheek and
with a smile he turned and left them alone.

As they sat beside him on the bed Frodo wrapped his arms around Aragorn's
shoulders and Legolas gently kissed his cheek then his lips. Aragorn sighed,
holding them both close to his body. Both Legolas and Frodo's lips gently
caressed the tender skin of his neck as he ran his hands over their backs.
Frodo's hand moved over Aragorn's chest, teasing his nipples to
hardened peaks.

"Frodo, my love" Aragorn sighed against his ear.

Frodo smiled and moved his hand lower as Legolas gently ran the tip of his
tongue along the edge of his ear sending shivers down Aragorn's back.  A
shaky breath escaped his lips "Legolas please."

Legolas brought Aragorn's hand to his mouth, gently kissing each finger
eliciting gasps as his tongue played along the tips. Frodo gently pushed open
his robe exposing his trembling skin, as his hands moved lower over his chest,
his lips pressed to Aragorn's mouth.

Frodo sat up briefly and took off his own robe, tossing it aside before he
returned to kiss the hot wet lips. An arm snaking around Frodo's waist
pulling him closer, his throbbing member rubbing tight against Aragorn's
hip. 

Legolas moved Aragorn's hand down over his own chest and bringing it to
rest on his elfhood. Aragorn smiling against Frodo's lips grasped the
rigid shaft making Legolas gasp at the rough touch. Aragorn's hand moving
firmly along the length, Legolas leaned back against the pillows moaning.
Frodo's hand moved down lower over Aragorn's belly to wrap around
the base of his manhood, Frodo catching his sigh in his mouth. 

Legolas moved to his side and laying his head on Aragorn's chest slid a
hand between their bodies, his slender fingers snaking around Frodo's
erect flesh, Frodo's body jerking at the stroke. 

Soon their hands moved in unison, slow at first, firm then faster and faster.
Each man moaning, panting, and gasping at the sensations that shot through their
bodies. Legolas' crystal blue eyes met Aragorn's deep emerald pools,
holding each other in a starry embrace, a silent plea passing between them. 

Legolas found his voice, horse with passion "Frodo, I need your, oooh my
stars, permission. I need him, please."

Frodo nodded and moaned as Legolas removed his hand and lay on his back. Aragorn
turned to Frodo and kissed his lips, running his tongue down the ivory soft
flesh of his neck, his hand closing around Frodo's on his manhood, moving
harder, faster. "Frodo my love. Are you all right with this, I need to
know."  

Frodo again nodded and murmured his consent against Aragorn's lips as he
pulled his hand free grasping the small bottle of oil from the table beside the
bed.  Aragorn watched as Frodo poured some into the palm of his hand then
lovingly ran his hands over Aragorn's rigid member. 

The heat of Frodo's hands and the oil sending shock waves crashing over
his body Aragorn moaned loudly. Frodo kissed his lips hard as one of his hands
slipped down over Legolas' elfhood, the elf jumping at the swift wet
caress before Frodo's hand moved lower between his legs sliding to the
tight entrance. 

Legolas whimpered, his hips wiggling against his hand and he slowly moved his
fingers in a circle over the taught muscles. As he pressed one finger then two
past the tight entrance, Legolas threw his head back panting for air as Frodo
rubbed deep inside. 

As he pulled his fingers free, Frodo sat back to make room for Aragorn to get
closer to Legolas. Aragorn looked at him, his cheeks were flushed and his lips
deep red as his tongue licked the taste of him from his lips. 

He took the bottle of oil from Frodo and pouring some into his own palm he
quickly grasped Frodo's throbbing erection "I want you my
love" he said with a quick kiss to his lips. Frodo gazed into his eyes
for a moment as a slow smile came over his face as he handed the bottle of oil
back to him. 

Aragorn then turned to Legolas who lifted his thighs up, opening himself to
Aragorn who moved himself in between the elf's raised legs. "Estel
please!" Legolas pleaded "I need you, please my love." 

Aragorn lowered his head to deeply kiss Legolas as he positioned himself over
him. Legolas could feel the tip of his thick shaft pressing between his legs as
his elfhood rubbed against his softly furred belly. Aragorn smiled down at him
as he whispered gazing up at his noble face "Please Estel."

Slowly Aragorn pressed his hips forward, pushing past the snug entrance, deep
into Legolas who arched his back pressing upward to take him in with a deep
groan. Aragorn held still as he looked to Frodo and nodded.  

Frodo moved around behind him, gliding his hands over his buttocks to the deep
valley between his cheeks. Spreading his cheeks he slipped one lubricated finger
deep inside. Aragorn thrust forward against Legolas as the second, then third
finger slipped inside. 

Aragorn bucked forward and back as Frodo deftly moved his fingers within.
"Frodo!" he gasped as he pulled his fingers free and with a single
thrust entered him.

Aragorn bucked forward and back, his mind lost in the pressure from both sides.
Soon the three found their rhythm and moved together as one. Frodo kissed and
nipped at Aragorn's muscled back causing Aragorn to cry out at the hot
shocks spreading through his nerves.

Legolas grabbed Aragorn's shoulders and thrust his hips upward, pressing
Aragorn deeper inside him with a loud groan, "Estel!" His throbbing
elfhood rubbed against his belly with each motion. As a deep growl built in
Aragorn's chest as he thrust forward at Legolas and back against Frodo. 

Faster and faster they moved, it seemed their flesh had melted together and
became one. They breathed as one, moved as one as they pushed harder and faster
toward the peak of their desire. Flesh sliding against flesh as the friction
built higher and higher.

Aragorn balanced over Legolas locked eyes with him as Legolas cried out, his
release pouring hot between their bodies. Legolas' moaned as his body
shivered and writhed underneath Aragorn as he and Frodo pushed forward still. 

Aragorn took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he thrust harder and harder,
releasing a deep moan and his hot seed spilled deep inside of Legolas. His hips
continued to slam forward against Legolas as Frodo spilled hot within him,
Frodo's body bucking wildly forward with the last of his climax. Spent
Frodo collapsed against his back, trying to catch his breath. 

Aragorn moaned feeling the heat vibrate through him, searing his soul at that
instant. His mind seemed to slip away from reality for a moment and the dark
clouds that seemed to have clouded his eyes for days seemed to clear and for the
first time in days he saw the true colors of the room around him. 

A sigh escaped his lips as Frodo moved to lay on the bed exhausted, Aragorn
pushed himself up to his knees, Legolas moaning as he slipped from within him.
He looked down at the two lying in the bed, exhausted, panting and dripping with
sweat. 

His whole body and soul felt lighter than ever before and he felt as though he
could fly. He buried his face in his hands as the tears fell from his eyes.
Within moments loving arms surrounded his body and soft kisses caressed his
body. The three held each other tightly, offering soft kisses and words of love. 

They were enveloped in pure love and trust. Aragorn felt the last of the
darkness that tainted his soul dissipate and vanish. His heart soaring he held
Frodo and Legolas tightly. No words could express how he was feeling and they
asked for nothing more than his touch.

After a time they laid down in the warm bed, pulling each other and the blanket
close to their bodies. Aragorn sighed as he closed his eyes to join Frodo and
Legolas in a deep slumber, knowing that from this moment on, life could only be
good for he was loved and had those he loved within his arms.

TBC ~ BU

Title: Stolen Night 25/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn
Rating: NC17
Summary: Aragorn is healed and Frodo wishes for nothing more than to seal their
destinies to each other.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I won't make money off of them,
Tolkien is probably rolling in his grave but then it's good for the
circulation for where would we be without that?!
Warning: Aaaawww- True Love! Food sex. Graphic Sex and quite a mess... :D
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: I must give special thanks to my sweet Kate and Daisy Gamgee at
The History of Us site, whose work helped to inspire this installment. I had
been thinking of something along this line before yet was undecided whether or
not to write it. But having read their work, my mind was made up. Ladies my
deepest thanks and love for the inspiration!

Installment 25 - Destiny Answered

"You give me butterflyz, got me flying so high in the sky, I can't
control the butterflyz" -Alicia Keyes 

When Aragorn awoke a short time later he found Frodo lying on the pillow next to
him, smiling. He sighed and snuggled against his chest. "Where did Legolas
go?"

Frodo stroked his hair and kissed the top of his head. "He went to check
on Elrond. He's worried because they have not received any word of
Elladan."

Aragorn looked up at him, "Elladan? What is wrong with Elladan?"
Frodo sighed and told him of the discovery of the second creature possessing
Elladan. That Elrohir and Gimli, with a score of guards had removed him to
Gondor. "Gandalf and the other Istari should have reached there by now and
at least started the same ceremony they performed on you. Legolas said that
Elrond did not want Elrohir to go with them, but it would have broken his heart
to be parted from him."

Aragorn frowned and buried his face against Frodo's shoulder, "I had
no idea. Who would have ever thought that what had happened to Arwen, had also
happened to Elladan. All those years I grew up with him, chased after him; I
never suspected a thing. Elrohir would certainly have been miserable without
him. They have only once been apart and I think his life nearly ended then with
the grief that struck his heart."

"Legolas said that Elrond was going to contact Gwaihir to try to get
information as the eagles could travel the distance the quickest." Frodo
traced lazy circles along Aragorn's arms. "I am just thankful that
you were not harmed more. I shudder to think of all that could have happened to
you. Elrohir was always very nice to me, though I knew little of Elladan. I hope
they will find each other again."

"I wish that as well Frodo."

They held on to one and other tightly, wishing away the bad memories.
"Aragorn?"

"Yes?" 

"Will we be together forever? I mean for the rest of our lives, together
and happy?" Aragorn pulled back his head and looked up into Frodo's
blue eyes. The questions he saw there tore at his heart, for they were questions
of love and loss.

"Frodo, why would you ask such a question? Of course we will be together
and happy. I would have it no other way."

"Well, it's just" Frodo frowned for a moment before
continuing, "we cannot be wed like men and women are. What if you meet
someone else?"

"There is no one else for me Frodo. You know that don't you?"
Aragorn asked as he propped himself up on an elbow so he could look directly at
Frodo.

Frodo smiled sweetly back at him, "Yes, I guess I'm just being
silly. All the fear of the last few days, I do not know what I'm saying.
Pay no attention to me Aragorn, as I've become scatterbrained!" 

Aragorn leaned forward and kissed his sweet lips.  "Frodo, my love, if I
were able to make a vow with you at this moment I would do so. For you have me,
for the rest of my life, like it or not. While we may not have a piece of paper
stating our troth to each other, I think our words and actions are
enough."

Frodo smiled and pulled him into a tight hug, "Oh Aragorn I love you so
much. We can make our own marriage! The rest of Middle Earth be damned if they
do not like it!"

"That's the spirit!" Aragorn laughed as he held him tightly,
kissing his neck. Frodo pulled back and smiled at him, then leaned over and
breathed in deeply. "What are you doing?"

"I'm making a memory" he said with a giggle.  Aragorn looked
somewhat confused so Frodo continued, "When I think of this moment I will
remember that you and I were here together, in bed, your hair is tussled the way
I like it. Your eyes are bright as emeralds though you are still looking rather
sleepy but your smile is giving me the tingles and you smell of sandalwood and
honey. There! Now I have my memory and no one can take that away from me."

Aragorn felt as though his heart would burst in his chest for he had never heard
of anything so sweet. "You only need one more thing to complete that
memory and that is me, saying that I love you Frodo" he said quietly as
he pulled him close again and was soon fast asleep.

A deep golden red glow filled the room and Aragorn at first did not remember
where he was when he woke next. Then images of Frodo filled his thoughts he
reached out to find himself alone in the bed. Looking about the room he found no
one else there. He did not know how long he had slept but from the light he
thought it close to twilight.

He felt rested for the first time in days and a deep smile graced his face at
the memories of the past days with Frodo and Legolas. Legolas. He loved Frodo
with all his heart but his spirit was lightened knowing that for all the evil he
survived, this had also healed the old wounds that he and Legolas had been
burdened with for so long. They could now both move on; their friendship and
love would remain strong within their hearts.

The door opened and Frodo peeked his head inside, with a smile he entered and
rushed to Aragorn. Jumping up onto the bed he nearly tackled Aragorn, his arms
wrapping around his chest "Oh you're awake!"  Aragorn pulled
him close, holding him tightly.

"Where were you?" 

"I was preparing our room Nin melethron" Frodo replied, his face
buried against his neck. He sat up and looked down at Aragorn. "Elrond
said that you were well enough to be moved. Do you feel up to it?" 

"If it means that I will be with you for the rest of our lives,
yes!" Aragorn smiled.

Frodo hugged him tightly again, "Till the end of our lives and beyond my
love." He pressed his lips to his mouth in a deep embrace. Aragorn smiled
against his mouth and held him all the tighter.

"Come love, let us get you up and to our rooms. I've had supper sent
there for us this evening and we will share it in the warmth of our own
rooms."

Taking in Frodo's crisp white shirt, embroidered vest and pressed dark
breeches, undoubtedly his best clothes, Aragorn was a bit puzzled. "You
look awfully dressed up for having spent the time cleaning Frodo."

"What, this? Oh, I just felt like dressing up. Anyway, this is a special
occasion, you're coming home to me!" Frodo said grinning.

Aragorn sat up and moved to the edge of the bed as Frodo gathered a clean robe
and helped him put it on. Standing up, he found his legs tired but able to
support himself. Frodo wrapped an arm around his waist and they left for their
rooms.

As they entered the music room, they found Legolas speaking quietly with some
other elves. Seeing Aragorn, he smiled and came forward to hug him tightly.
"It is so good to see you on your feet again Estel!"

"Thanks in no small part to you my friend!" Aragorn said with a
laugh. 

Legolas pulled back, his smile was beaming as he beheld his two friends before
him. "I will not keep you. Frodo will take good care of you as I know you
will him."

Frodo smiled and nodded, as Legolas winked, then turned and left them. Aragorn
smiled at the odd exchange, somewhat suspicious that something may be up.
"Anything I should know about?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Frodo giggled and simply said no. Aragorn laughed as he stood for a moment
looking around him. There were so many memories of his childhood in this room
and for a moment he was swept away into the past.

"My love? Is something wrong?" Frodo asked quietly.

"No Frodo" Aragorn said as he looked down into his sparkling blue
eyes, "Everything is right, for the first time in a very long time,
everything is very right."

As they reached the doors to their rooms, Frodo opened them, standing back to
allow Aragorn entrance. Just steps into the room Aragorn came to a halt. His
breath caught in his chest as he looked about the room. 

Candles were everywhere, golden lights sparkling, flickering in the all corners
of the room. Garlands of lilacs and lilies, roses and daisies were draped about
the mantel and bed frame. Bouquets gracing tables and shelves. Sheers of white
lace hung from the pedestals of the bed, the covers pulled back and sprinkled
with rose petals. The table was laden with the evening's meal and the
smell of roasted meat warming by the fire mingled with honey rolls and cakes. A
fire warmed the hearth where buckets of water waited to be heated for a bath.

Just inside the doorway stood a small table, on it was two goblets of wine, a
single rose in a vase next to one lit candle. Beside those were two shining
brass candlesticks with two unlit candles. 

Aragorn felt tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he looked at the room.
Frodo walked over to the small table before turning back to him. "You said
you would take a vow with me?" he asked almost shyly. When Aragorn nodded,
he held out his hand to him and he joined him taking his hand tightly in his
own.

"Since we cannot be legally married my love" Frodo said quietly.
"I make a vow to you, I will be yours for the rest of our lives. My heart
and my life belong to you. This is a new beginning for us and our life
together." Frodo picked up the two unlit candles and handed one to
Aragorn.

"Oh Frodo" Aragorn said softly, the tears spilling down his cheeks
as he kissed him lightly on the lips. "I would have no other Nin
melethron. I make a vow to you I will be yours for the rest of our lives. My
heart and my life are yours. This is a new beginning for us and our life
together."

Together they lit their candles and placed them in the holders. Taking up the
goblets of wine they drank the sweet liquid. Aragorn knelt down before him, took
his hands. He smiled at the nibbled fingernails then looked up into his eyes and
smiled. 

"Eyes of dark sapphires framed with dark straying curls. Soft hands, nails
nicely chewed, sweet smile that warms my heart and soul." He bent forward
and breathed deeply, "You smell of lavender and morning dew. Now I have my
memory and no one can take that away from me."

"I love you" Frodo whispered as he wrapped his arms around his neck
and slid to his knees. They held each other whispering words of love and
promises of their coming life together. Taking his hand, Aragorn led Frodo to
the bed.  Their eyes never leaving one and other, Aragorn let his robe drop to
the floor, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Frodo quickly slipped out of
his clothes, his eyes locked with Aragorn's. 

Climbing onto the bed next to him he brushed his lips along Aragorn's jaw.
His hands roaming over his chest, Aragorn pulled him closer, hands gliding over
his soft ivory skin, shivers of delight dancing in his soul. 

Frodo took his face in his hands and gently resting his forehead to
Aragorn's he sighed. "You and I are destiny" he whispered as
he kissed him again, their lips melting into one. Aragorn felt his heart soaring
and never wished to land.

Pulling back Frodo laid against the pillows on the bed, then smiling he held out
his hands to Aragorn, who gladly moved to lie down beside his lover, his head
resting on Frodo's shoulder. Frodo stroked his hair and Aragorn's
fingers gently traced patterns on his smooth chest. 

His fingers danced around the darkened nubs that hardened with his touch and
elicited a gentle sigh from the hobbit. "Aragorn, love me."

"As you wish" Aragorn murmured as his lips slid over his skin, his
tongue drawing lazy circles around the hardening peaks. Tingling sparks danced
across his skin as Aragorn's mouth, wet and hot left a trail of quick
silver in its wake.

Aragorn could feel Frodo's heart beating faster beneath his lips and he
moved lower over his belly. His hands slid over his waist to his hips, softly
kneading the tender flesh beneath his fingers.

Frodo's hands absently ran through Aragorn's hair, his mind swimming
in the sensations that embraced his body. Goose bumps rose as Aragorn's
tongue languidly slid along the line of his thighs. His hot breath dusting his
skin, making his toes curl as Aragorn pushed his legs apart.

Aragorn's light reverent touch of his hot molten lips on his flesh sent
electrical shocks of warmth and Frodo could think of nothing more than holding
Aragorn close and never letting him go. As he moved lower and lower
Frodo's anticipation grew along with his throbbing member.

Aragorn moved slowly, enjoying every taste his kisses brought, delighting in
every gasp and sigh his lover emitted. "Aragorn!" Frodo breathed as
his hand slid down to fondle the softly furred sack beneath his erect loins.

His body was quaking at Aragorn's touch, his mind swimming in a pool of
desire. Frodo ached for his touch and Aragorn complied, as he wrapped his hand
around the base and slowly drew it up along his length. His thumb rubbing softly
over the delicate tip in excruciatingly slow circles. "Oh! My!
Stars!" Frodo gasped, his head rolling from side to side as he tried to
catch his breath. 

Frodo's back arched, thrusting his hips against Aragorn's hand.
Aragorn pressed him back into the mattress and quickly slid his tongue along the
rigid shaft. Again he tried to thrust upward but was held down. 

Frodo sat up and taking Aragorn's face in his hands pressing him lips hard
against his mouth. Aragorn gently pushed his hands away and pressed him back
into the pillows. Propping himself up on his arms over Frodo he ground his hips
hard against Frodo's, their hardened loins screaming at the contact, the
feeling in his belly spreading like wildfire through his body. 

Frodo grasped Aragorn's shoulders pulling himself up to kiss him again,
their tongues gliding together melting and becoming like one. Frodo laid back
down in the pillows as Aragorn lowered his body gently upon him, the hobbit
placing small hot butterfly kisses on his face and neck. His hands slid over
Aragorn's shoulders, down his back to cup his buttocks, pulling him hard
against his body. 

"I want you Frodo" Aragorn groaned deeply as Frodo wiggled below
his, the touch of their sweat soaked skin burning with friction. Frodo wrapped
his legs about Aragorn's waist and pressed his hips upward in invitation.
Aragorn gazed at his desire filled face; his rosy cheeks, red wet lips and the
longing to be one with him overwhelmed his very being.

Frodo felt a yearning stronger than he had ever known before as Aragorn moved
over him, the crest of his engorged member kissing the taught entrance of his
body. Frodo closed his eyes and moaned unable to control his emotions he
whimpered moans of protest, "Do not tease me! Please Aragorn, my
love!" as he endeavored to press his hips upward again. 

"Frodo, look at me. I want you to look at me" Aragorn said, his
voice laden with passion. Frodo gazed up at him, his eyes almost black from
arousal. "I love you Frodo."

"I love you too" Frodo breathed soundlessly.

Slowly Aragorn pressed his hips against Frodo, entering him in a long slow
stroke that left both of them panting for air. Aragorn moved slowly at first,
long deep thrusts, the rhythm building as their eyes remained on one and other,
never wavering. Frodo's fingers digging into his shoulders as his hips
pressed up to meet Aragorn's thrusts, his erect member rubbing hard
against their bellies. 

The momentum escalated as their hips thrust harder together, faster, deeper.
Aragorn pressed harder, always keeping the hold on Frodo's eyes, never
releasing his gaze. Their breath coming now in shorter, faster gasps accented
with soft moans. Both felt the hunger to consummate their union as they strove
for the zenith of their passion.

Frodo felt a tingling rumble at the base of his spine and the molten heat
spreading within as Aragorn took a deep breath as he reached the peak of his
desire. Their eyes locked in flames of blue and green, a low guttural moan
emanated from Aragorn's chest as he flooded deep within, Frodo screaming
out his name in unison, a spray of hot seed spilling between them with his
climax.

Spent Aragorn collapsed on top of Frodo, who wrapped his arms and legs tighter
around his body, holding him close. They both whispered I love you over and over
as their breathing slowed to normal. Aragorn rolled over onto his side as they
disengaged, pulling Frodo into his arms, their legs entwined. They lay quietly
thriving on the presence of each other. 

"Aragorn?"

"Yes Frodo?"

"I'm hungry." 

Aragorn chuckled and kissed the top of Frodo's head. "Me too."
The two stretched and crawled out of bed, Frodo took his hand and led him to the
table, pulling out a chair for him to take a seat while he retrieved the warm
meat from the fire. They spoke quietly of plans for their future together as
they ate. Aragorn was pulling apart another honey buttered roll, telling Frodo
of how he would like to see that all was well with Kings Eomer and Faramir when
a small tomato splashed onto his plate, spraying him with its juice. He looked
up at Frodo who was holding a fork in one hand, his other hand over his mouth,
trying to hold in his laughter. "Frodo?"

"It slipped I swear" Frodo said as a belly laughed bubbled up from
within him.

"Slipped. Slipped he says" Aragorn said, raising an eyebrow looking
at him with pursed lips. "You sure it wasn't thrown?"

"I swear Aragorn, I thought I was going to drop my fork and I jerked it up
and the tomato, um, slipped off" Frodo giggled in reply. 

"Because you best not start something and not expect me to take any
action."

"Aragorn I swear to you" Frodo started as he stabbed at the tomato
with his fork, scooping it up only to have it fall off again and into
Aragorn's lap. "Oops! No Aragorn! That wasn't."

He didn't have time to finish his sentence as Aragorn quickly scooped up a
handful of mashed potatoes and threw it at him, hitting him dead in the chest.
Frodo's jaw dropped as he looked at the gooey mess running down into his
lap. Aragorn laughed as he picked the tomato up out of his lap and began licking
the remaining potatoes from his fingers. 

"You!" Frodo started as he dropped his fork and grabbing a fistful
of peas throwing them at Aragorn as he jumped up from his chair just in time to
be splattered with them. 

"Gah!" He grabbed the bowl of gravy and grasped one of Frodo's
hands before he could escape from the table. Pulling him tight against his body
he poured the gravy over his head as Frodo's hands scrambled over the
contents of the table. 

Grabbing the first thing he could, he squished the butter between his hands
before bringing them up over his head and slapping the greasy mess on either
side of Aragorn's face. 

"Ha!" he squealed in delight as Aragorn tried to stop his hands but
missed, his own hand landing instead in the bowl of cranberry sauce which was
promptly scooped up and used as a weapon, smearing it over Frodo's face.

"Aahhh!!" Frodo laughed as he wiped the gooey mess from his eyes,
slipping from Aragorn's grasp he ran to the other side of the table. Both
men gasping between large belly laughs stared each other down. "Oh, you
are going to get it now!" 

"Only if you can catch me!" Aragorn replied. Four hands flew to the
contents of the table and soon there was more food on their bodies and the floor
than there was left on the table. Their hair matted with clumps of potatoes and
smeared with butter and jam, smashed peas and carrots. The only thing untouched
was the chocolate cake that had been sitting on a separate table and it was now
in Aragorn's hands. Frodo was doubled over laughing, holding up one hand
to Aragorn as he advanced on him, chocolate frosting dripping down his arms. 

"Don't Aragorn! I can't breathe!" Frodo gasped trying to
catch his breath.

"But we've not had our wedding cake my love" he laughed as he
pulled a handful of cake from the edge, the frosting oozing between his fingers.
He had Frodo cornered and there was no escape, so Frodo stood there, his body
smeared with food, giggling as Aragorn slowly walked up to him, covered with
every type of food that had been on the table.

"Aragorn" he giggled between panting breaths.

Aragorn held out the handful of cake, "Have a taste." Frodo looked
at him for a moment unsure if it was a trick, leaving him open for having the
cake smashed into his face. "Go on. This is our wedding cake and you need
to take a bite from my hand." Frodo looked at his smile and heard the
sincerity in his voice. Leaning forward he took a bite of cake, ready to pull
back just in case, but found he had no reason to. 

"Mmmm" he hummed as he ate the cake. Reaching out he pulled a
handful of cake from the edge of the crumbling mess in Aragorn's other
hand and held it out for Aragorn to take a bite from his hand. Aragorn leaned
forward, taking a large bite, his teeth teasing the tips of Frodo's
fingers. 

Both men stood there in the corner staring at each other, swallowing their bites
of cake. Aragorn dropped the remaining cake to the floor. Their arousal was
evident as the pulled each other into a close embrace, throbbing hot loins
sliding against each other as they ground their hips together. 

Aragorn pressed Frodo against the wall in the corner, grasping his thighs and
lifting him as Frodo wrapped his legs around his waist. Their lips locked in a
hungry embrace. The heat from their bodies melting as their food-smeared flesh
rubbed together in their fury to be one. 

"Oh Aragorn!" Frodo cried as Aragorn's hands slid back to his
buttocks, spreading his cheeks and swiftly entering him. Aragorn buried his face
against Frodo's neck as he thrust hard and fast. Frodo answered his
motions, pressing hard against Aragorn, pushing him deeper. 

Neither held back as their movements became faster and harder. Frodo's
light breathy gasps accentuating Aragorn's deep rolling growl as arms and
legs clung to their slippery partner. Faster and faster, Aragorn rocked his hips
against Frodo. Frodo moaned loudly, his body arching and shaking as his release
spilled out over their joined bodies.

Aragorn cried out Frodo's name as his hot release spread deep within
Frodo. His legs buckled beneath him and they slid down the wall, landing on his
knees, Frodo in his lap. They kissed, drinking in each other deeply as their
tongues glided over one and other, their saliva mixing with the tastes of food
still clinging to their lips.

Frodo laid his head back against the wall and looked down at Aragorn whose head
was resting on his shoulder. "You look good enough to eat." Both
laughed and held each other closely, Frodo resting his head on Aragorn's.

"I love you Frodo" Aragorn mumbled against his ear.

"And I love you Aragorn" Frodo answered. "So, do you think we
can clean this up with out Elrond finding out?"

Aragorn laughed, "I would be surprised if he didn't already know
about it and both he and Legolas were having a grand chuckle our expense right
now." 

"It was fun!" Frodo giggled.

"I wouldn't have missed it for world" Aragorn giggled as he
gave Frodo a kiss then licked at the remains of the cranberries on his cheek.
"Yummy!"

Frodo and Aragorn looked and each other and began laughing as they wiped at the
food that covered their bodies.

TBC ~ BU

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Title: Stolen Night 26/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn
Rating: NC17
Summary: Aragorn and Frodo have to clean up after their wedding night food
fight. Word comes of Elladan and Elrohir and they are faced with a decision that
will form their future together.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I won't make money off of them,
Tolkien is probably rolling in his grave but then it's good for the
circulation for where would we be without that?!
Warning: Sex and Yummeh Squishy Love! And of course Graphic Sex.
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: The final chapter in this story found me really not wanting to say
goodbye and wanting to give the boys a long road with which to wander. The door
has been left open for more should I so desire to visit them again in the
future. Many thanks to Sue, Trish, Vic, Liv, Jaimie, Luz and Kate who supported
me through out this whole story and were wise on insisting that I not let Arwen
come between them! All my love ladies! 

Installment 26 ~ A Happy Ending

To say that they had a mess on their hands was an understatement. As Aragorn and
Frodo looked about the room they could do nothing but laugh because there was
food everywhere and they had to clean it up before it hardened, destroying the
furniture. "Elrond is going to kill us" Frodo giggled as he began
heating the buckets of water for a bath.

Aragorn scrapped a glob of mashed potatoes from his hair and dropped it on a
platter, "I do not even wish to think about what he would say if he saw
this, although I sure he may already know what went on in here. Hard to miss all
the screaming" Aragorn laughed.

"Oh! Thank the stars that he didn't come in here! We should be able
to clean this up, I think" Frodo replied, scrunching up his face as he
stepped in a puddle of gravy. "I don't believe this is as bad as it
was in the kitchens of Gondor."

"No, but you have to remember we had access to more food in Gondor."

"True. Too bad we don't have as easy access to the cleaning supplies
we will be needing."

"Not to worry" Aragorn said having finished wiping as much excess
food from his body as he could with a towel. "I'll be right
back." Opening the door to the room he peeked out into the hall then
dashed out. Frodo continued to heat the water and pick up what could be picked
up off the floor when Aragorn rushed back in the room with cleaning supplies in
hand.

Handing the broom to Frodo who started in one corner of the room, Aragorn began
wiping down the walls with soapy water, scraping the mess into a bucket. He
stood for a moment watching Frodo herding stray peas into a pile.  His hair
stood on end, crusted with gravy and the last of the chocolate cake. There were
red streaks across his cheeks from the cranberries an assorted other colors
adorning his skin that were no longer distinguishable from having been smearing
across his body. 

A broad smile came to his face, "You still look good enough to eat." 

Frodo stopped and looked up at him, "You too" he said with a
giggle. Aragorn took the distance between them with only a few steps, dodging
the grapes and melon that lay on the floor and wrapping his arms around
Frodo's waist lifted him up against his chest for a deep hard kiss. 

Frodo smiled against his lips and wrapped his arms and legs about his body,
pressing his lips to Aragorn's. "I love you so much" he
murmured against his ear as Aragorn held him tighter, nuzzling his neck.

"And I love you with all my heart Frodo. I did not ever think it possible
to be this happy." 

Frodo giggled and pulled back with a grin "You have mashed potatoes behind
your ear!"

"We are never going to get this cleaned up! And I don't care about
Elrond knowing" Aragorn said laughing as he set Frodo on his feet.
"Its Legolas that I don't want to see this mess. He'd never
leave us alone after that!"

"Oh lord!" 

"Exactly, so lets clean this up before that happens" Aragorn said
as he finished with the wall and moved on to the table and the miscellaneous
hits around the room. 

By the time the water for the bath was heated and the tub filled they had
managed to clean up the mess. Aragorn helped Frodo to scrape most of the food
out of his hair and had poured a bucket of water over him to relieve him of the
larger bits. Directing him to the tub, he finished wiping away the last remnants
of the food fight while Frodo laid back in the hot water, washing away the
stains on his skin. 

After a quick rinse Aragorn joined him, Frodo took a cloth and soap and made
quick work of his bath, having other things in mind. He rubbed against the
slipperiness of his skin, kissing the clean path across his chest. 

Aragorn pulled him into a kiss, their tongues gliding along each other, savoring
the taste. Frodo sighed as he settled against his chest, his fingers trailing in
the soapy bubbles that played on his skin. Aragorn had closed his eyes, resting
his head on Frodo's as he savored his touch. "Aragorn?"

"Hhmmm?" 

"How many lovers have you had?"

"Frodo, why are you asking this now?"

"I, I'm just curious" Frodo replied as he absently teased the
hardening nipples.

"Three, though two of them should be counted as one since that was how
they acted. You are the fourth" Aragorn murmured. He was tired and the
warm water and Frodo's gentle caresses putting him to sleep.

"So only Elrohir, Elladan and Legolas. Did you love them all?"

"Yes I did and I still do. But not as I love you my sweet hobbit."
Aragorn replied as his hand glided over Frodo's skin.

"Yes, *oh*!" Aragorn's body jumped as Frodo's hand slid
beneath the water to his glide along his length. Aragorn peered at him,
"And just how many have you had?"

"A few" Frodo mumbled as he pulled his away. "Counting you,
three."

 "Three, so me, Faramir and" Aragorn hesitated, "Who was the
third?" Frodo closed his eyes and wished he hadn't asked. 

"You can't ever tell anyone, promise?" Frodo said as he met
his eye.

"This is between you and I Frodo, I speak of it to no one." 

Frodo nodded and laid his head on his chest again. He was quiet for a moment
longer, "It was very long ago and was more curiosity than anything. Though
I still love him dearly."

"First times usually are. But they are also nothing to be embarrassed
about" Aragorn said softly as he kissed his the top of his head.
"If you don't want to tell me Frodo that is all right, you do not
have to."

"I started this conversation, I'll tell you" Frodo whispered
against his skin. "It was Merry."

Aragorn said nothing. He kissed him again and held him close. After a time Frodo
picked up the lavender soap and cloth and began washing Aragorn's arms and
hands. His touch was soft, gentle and as Aragorn closed his eyes he truly felt
as though he would fall asleep.

"I love you Frodo" Aragorn sighed. Frodo smiled and kissed his lips
gently. Aragorn held him pressing his lips tighter to his mouth catching
Frodo's moan. He felt Aragorn's manhood pressing against his thighs
and that his own member began to harden as the fire in his belly flared and
spread through his limbs. 

"Aragorn" Frodo sighed, as he pulled tighter to his lover's
body, their loins pressing hard upon each other. He pressed his hips forward,
moaning and forgetting the soap and cloth. 

They kissed, warm mouths melting into each other, tongues gliding together.
Frodo reached down and grasped Aragorn's legs, pulling them upward; his
heals hooking over the edge of the tub. Aragorn moaned as Frodo moved lower, his
rigid member pressing hard against the tight entrance. 

Aragorn pressed his hips upward meeting Frodo as he slid deep inside, both men
moaning as their desire took over. Frodo held tight to Aragorn's
shoulders, his fingers digging into the flesh as they moved against each other,
the water splashing about them and onto the floor. 

Aragorn grasped at the edge of the tub, pushing harder against Frodo's
thrusts, the heat within him burning through his blood. Frodo moaned with each
push, his mind blind to everything other than himself and Aragorn.
"Ara- oh my stars!" 

Frodo wanted to make it last so he slowed his pace and then stopped.
Aragorn's eyes flying open and meeting his intense blue gaze, his eyes
dark with passion. "Frodo!" he panted heavily, his body defying him
and thrusting upward hard and fast. Frodo steadying himself knocked the plug out
of the tub and the water began to drain away from their bodies.

"Patience love" Frodo moaned as Aragorn rested back against the
base of the tub. With only inches of water left in the tub Aragorn slid down
deeper, laying on the bottom, his legs still hitched along the sides. Frodo
moved slightly, bracing himself again as he kissed Aragorn's chest, their
hips still but firmly pressed together.  

A few moments later Frodo slipped a hand down between them, Aragorn cried out as
his fingers wrapped around his engorged member. His hips again thrust upward as
Frodo began to glide firmly along this length, Frodo pressing deeper inside. 

Frodo stopped again, his hand going limp as he pulled away from Aragorn as far
as he could without disengaging himself. Moving his hands to hold
Aragorn's hips down, not allowing him to move. Aragorn writhed beneath him
wanting to move his panting still hard and heavy.

Still Frodo did not move, "Frodo please, oh Elbereth this is
torture!" He lay one hand over his face, muffling his moans and pleas as
he bit the heal of his hand. Frodo held still over him until he himself could
stand it no longer. 

Grasping Aragorn's manhood firmly he thrust deep and fast. Aragorn felt as
though the wind was knocked out of him, his body answering Frodo's as he
fought for breath. They moved as one, the heat and friction building like a
storm threatening to crash over them suffocate them.

Frodo took a deep breath as he thrust harder and a faster, Aragorn meeting his
pace as he grasped the tub with white knuckles. The room had darkened most of
the candles having burned out Aragorn gazed up at Frodo above him, the light
from the fireplace shining on his skin. He looked like a fiery angel, his touch
burning his skin, leaving its mark trailing over his body. 

Aragorn cried out as his hot seed spilled over Frodo's hand and their
bodies. Frodo grabbed hold of the edge of the tub as he continued to thrust
harder and harder. Aragorn placed his hands on his, meeting his motions as he
came closer to the peak of his hunger. 

Once, twice and with one last thrust he felt his love pour deep inside. Aragorn
collapsed into the tub, his muscles betraying him as shivers of ecstasy shot
through his soul. Frodo's body continued to thrust forward, hard and
rapid, the muscles contracting on their own with the echoes of his release. As
the tide of hunger subsided he fell, spent on top of Aragorn, his ragged breaths
matching his lovers. Aragorn wrapped his arms around him, holding him close.
"I love you Frodo."

"I love you too Aragorn."

* * * * *

The following morning dawned bright and sunny. They walked through the gardens
enjoying the warmth of the sun on their skin. They had met up with Elrond
earlier who had told them that he did not care what they did the prior night, as
long as they had cleaned it up. Both had to bite their tongues for fear of
laughing out loud, but Elrond beat them to it as his own laughter echoed off the
walls. 

Aragorn took Frodo around Imladris, showing him all the places he used to sneak
off to as a child. Frodo was again over come by the beauty of the place. The
waterfalls shimmering in the sunlight as the scent of the flowers drifted in the
air.

They came upon Legolas standing silently on one of the paths. They called to him
and he motioned them to silence turning back to what drew his attention. As they
joined him in the shade they saw Elrond in the clearing below, speaking with
Gwaihir, the king of the eagles.

"News from Gondor?" Aragorn asked quietly. Legolas nodded and
continued to watch. The three stood silent, observing the conversation between
the elf and eagle. A short time later Elrond stood silently as the eagle took to
the air. They approached him as he stared at the ground, his hand over his
heart. 

"Elrond" Legolas said quietly as he placed a hand on his shoulder. 

Elrond looked up at them, the tears falling from his eyes and down his cheeks.
He looked at the three of them as he placed an arm around Legolas. "He is
all right, Elladan is well!" said with a smile. 

Frodo cheered "That is wonderful news!" as he wrapped his arms
around Elrond's waist giving him a tight hug. Elrond laughed and pulled
Aragorn and Legolas to him. The four stood holding tightly to each other,
laughter and tears bubbling into the air like drops of rain. 

Frodo laughed, "This calls for a celebration!"

"Yes it does" Elrond said with a smile "yes it does."

As they gathered all to the great hall and a great feast was enjoyed by all. As
the celebration lasted into the night the torches of Rivendell burned brightly
for the son of Elrond. The moon had risen high into the midnight sky when at
last only the four were left. They moved to the music room, taking the bottles
of elderberry wine with them. Frodo asked how Elladan had been cured and when he
and Elrohir would return.

All eyes turned to Elrond as he told them of the ceremony performed by Gandalf,
Radagast and Palladano. "It took longer than Aragorn's as the
creature had its hold on him much longer. But it worked, by Elbereth it
worked!"

Elrond gazed over to where Aragorn and Frodo sat, snuggled together on a couch.
"Elrohir and King Faramir chose to move him to Ithilian and the sacred
pools there for the healing. I had no idea of the relationship between Elladan
and Faramir. Aragorn did you know of this?"

Aragorn nodded, "yes I had knowledge of this. When you told me he had been
taken to Gondor I was relieved for I knew that Faramir would be of great help to
him. I only hope that Lady Eowyn was accepting of the idea."

Elrond nodded, "She is a great lady. I'm sure Faramir will have some
explaining to do but I think that she will understand, for Gwaihir said that she
did not once fault her husbands actions during this."

Legolas curled up next to Elrond, resting his head on his shoulder. "When
will they return to us here?"

Elrond cleared his throat and kissed Legolas's forehead. "They will
not be returning." Legolas sat up and looked at him, but Elrond continued
before he or the others could say anything. "They have chosen to go into
the East with Palladano."

"What? Why would they do that?" Aragorn asked greatly concerned.
Elrond sat back against the lounge and pulled Legolas close to him. 

"Palladano told them of some of the elves who have sought refuge there
during the War of the Ring. Many of them had been tortured, held captive by the
orcs and when they found themselves able to flee they went blindly. Apparently
Palladano and Alatar had been aiding these elves who lived in fear of returning
to their homelands, much as Elladan had when he had been captured."

All were silent as Elrond sat quietly staring into the fire. Legolas wrapped his
slender arms about him and gently kissed him on the cheek. Elrond looked at him
and smiled. "Palladano continues his work there, even after the death of
Alatar by Alcrothion. Elrohir had spoken extensively with him regarding this and
when Elladan was well they both took an interest. They wish to do some good for
those of our kind who need help. I can not fault them this."

"Of course this also means that they will still be staying in Middle Earth
rather than traveling to the West" Elrond said quietly with a sigh.
"That was their decision before, yet I had hoped that Elladan would have
changed his mind. Elrohir will do whatever his brother decides to do."

Aragorn nodded and pulled Frodo closer, needing to have him closer. Frodo
watched Elrond; his heart ached for him for he knew that while Elrond would
survive he would miss his sons terribly. They all sat quietly for a time,
enjoying the new found peace of mind and soul. 

Frodo could not stop watching Elrond, who was smiling as Legolas' head
bobbed occasionally having had far more ale at dinner than he was accustomed to.
Frodo felt the need to say something to comfort him. "Elrond, they will be
together at least, even though they will not be in the West. They will have
their love of each other and the love of their father with them always."

Elrond smiled at him "yes they will have each other and always have me in
their hearts." He looked to Legolas whose eyes were completely shut, his
head bobbing as he tried in vain to stay awake. He chuckled, "I think I
must get this one to bed before I have to carry him there."

Elrond stood, pulling a sleep laden Legolas to his feet saying their goodnights.
"Sleep well" Elrond said as Legolas grabbed hold of him, his knees
threatening to give out.

"I'm awake, I can stand whoa" the elf murmured as he laid his
head on Elrond's shoulder. "I think I had too much ale."

"Really?" laughed Elrond, "what was your first clue?"
Legolas mumbled something incoherent and smiled. "He is going to feel this
in the morning. Estel, Gwaihir brought something for you and Frodo, it is in
your room. Sleep well."

Aragorn and Frodo watched them go, "What will Elrond do now?" Frodo
asked.

"We will probably go into the West, I know he yearns to do so"
Aragorn said quietly. 

"He would leave Legolas?" 

"Legolas has made a pact with Gimli, I sure he will travel to Gondor to
meet up with our dwarf friend to continue their travels together. Though I know
his heart may be elsewhere, he will eventually join Elrond in the Gray
Havens."

"Oh I cannot bear to think of how lonely they will be without each
other" Frodo said as he hugged Aragorn tightly. "I would die if I
did not have you with me always."

"You have me for always Frodo my love" Aragorn whispered against
his hair. "Is that not what our vows were last night?" Frodo smiled
as he kissed him. They stayed, cuddled close to one and other for a long while,
not talking, just enjoying the nearness. 

When they went to their room Aragorn saw the package Elrond had spoken of on the
table. A wooden box, ornately carved with the White Tree of Gondor on the lid.
Aragorn was too tired to think about it and told Frodo they would open it on the
morrow. They crawled into their bed and holding each other tightly, drifted off
into a restful nights sleep.

The sun spilled over the floor and onto the bed when Frodo awoke the next
morning. Blinking once or twice, he yawned and stretched his stiff muscles into
wakefulness. He reached for Aragorn but found only the pillows. Looking about
the room he could not see him anywhere. 

Then he noticed the box on the table, the lid stood open and the morning light
was shining off of something inside, sending ribbons of rainbows dancing about
the walls of the room. He stood and went to peer into the box and found two
identical pendants made of green and white crystals, shaped like a star.

He'd seen pendants like these before; they were the Evenstar, symbol of
Rivendell. Though he no longer wore it, Aragorn himself had worn one given to
him by Arwen when they had pledged their troth. Elrond wore one now. And the
twins had worn them. 

"Oh no the twins,' Frodo thought, his heart sinking into his stomach
as the flickering sunlight through the trees, played with the white and green
crystals and lighting up the room more than before. His mind was racing with
what they could possibly mean. Grabbing up his clothes he went in search of
Aragorn and the answer to this puzzle.

Frodo walked through Imladris searching for Aragorn. He found no one, not a
soul. It was if the palace had been deserted. The more he walked the less he
found and the more frightened he became. His mind was a whirl of fear as
thoughts of half crazed ideas popped into his head.  

On and on he went, calling out to Aragorn, Elrond and Legolas. No answer came. 
His heart was pounding as he picked up speed, now running from room to room. His
heart was pounding and tear streaming down his face. When he reached the music
room for the third time he was screaming Aragorn's name, panic having set
in. He stopped, listening for any sound but heard nothing. 

He sank to the floor as the tears poured down his cheeks. Within moments Aragorn
burst through the doors of the room and seeing him on the floor, his face buried
in his hands rushed to his side gathering him in his arms.

"Frodo, what is it? Has something happened? Are you hurt?" he asked
searching his face for the answers as Frodo clung to him. Frodo was unable to
speak, his body racked with sobs.

Aragorn held him tightly as Elrond and Legolas rushed into the room along with
several others. "What has happened Estel?" Elrond queried as he and
Legolas came to his side.

"I do not know" Aragorn answered as Frodo's arms tightened
around his neck. "Frodo please, my love, tell me what has happened."
Aragorn rocked him in his arms as he tried to calm him.

"I couldn't find you" Frodo finally managed to cry out, he
sat back looking up at Aragorn, his blue eyes filled with tears, his body
jerking with his sobs. "Where were you?" The three sighed with the
realization that he was not harmed, only frightened.

"Oh Frodo, I'm sorry" Aragorn sighed as he held him close.
"I was out near the grotto and heard you calling me but couldn't
find you when I came in. Oh my love, please don't cry."

Elrond and Legolas both placed a hand of Frodo's shoulders trying to calm
his nerves. "I couldn't find anyone, no one answered my call"
Frodo cried trying to get his emotions under control, wiping at his tears.
"I thought you had left me."

"Frodo, I would never leave you. I love you with all my heart, I've
vowed my life to you" Aragorn said as he dried Frodo's tears.
"Do you honestly believe I would ever leave without you by my side?"

Frodo shook his head and new tears began to pour down his face as he buried it
against Aragorn's chest. Aragorn's wrapped him closely in his arms,
kissing the top of his head. He looked up at Elrond and Legolas, both of whom
were smiling. Elrond nodded and motioning to Legolas, they left Aragorn and
Frodo alone.

They sat quietly on the floor, Aragorn rocking Frodo in his arms. Aragorn
quietly sang a song in elvish that helped to calm Frodo and soon he was no
longer crying. "I am sorry I got so upset, but I frightened when I
couldn't find you. I feared the worse."

"Frodo I will never leave you. You must know that. I love you too much to
ever allow any harm to come to you" Aragorn said quietly. "I need
you more than I ever have before my love, do not give up on me."

"I will not ever give up on you, I promise."

"Good. Now then, I am sorry I frightened you but I had to speak to Elrond
and then I needed to think. You and I have a decision to make." Frodo
looked up into his eyes and smiled. Whatever the decision was he knew that they
would make it together and nothing would change that.

Aragorn smiled at him, "Now what would you say to a picnic, I am in need
of some fresh air and there is something I wish to show you."

"Oh Aragorn, I would love that."

Aragorn asked Frodo to go to the kitchen and gather some food for their meal,
while he went to get something. They would meet in the gardens by the western
gate. As Frodo was in the kitchen gather all they would need, the reason for his
hurry earlier came back to him, the pendants, he had forgotten about the
pendants.

He hurriedly threw items into a basket and scooping it up rushed to the gardens.
When he arrived he saw Aragorn and Elrond speaking quietly by the gate. They
turned to him as he approached. Elrond placed a steady hand on his shoulder,
"Do enjoy your day" he said as he left them alone. 

"Aragorn! I forgot the reason I started looking for you earlier
today" Frodo started, "The pendants, in the box."

Aragorn stopped him, "We will discuss those when we get to where we are
going. Are you ready? It's a bit of a hike." Frodo nodded and with a
smile Aragorn led the way out of the gates and up a narrow tree lined path. 

They followed the path, climbing higher and higher up the wall of the valley.
The trees cleared occasionally allowing them glimpses of the valley, the sun
shining off the buildings of Imladris. Higher and higher they went and until the
path opened into a meadow filled with a rainbow of wild flowers high above the
valley of Rivendell. 

Frodo's breath caught in his throat as they stood at the edge of a path
looking at the beauty below. A myriad of colors, blending and swirling on a
canvas stretched out before them, looked like heaven on earth. 

Aragorn smiled as he watched Frodo's reaction to splendor before them. He
took his hand and gently pulled him along to a lone tree at the crest of the
hill. Spreading a blanket out over the sweet grass, he took the basket from
Frodo who continued to breathe in the wonder of the world around him. 

By the time Frodo turned back to him, Aragorn had kicked off his boots and was
leaning back against the tree, a soft smile of his face as he gazed back at him.

"This is beautiful Aragorn. I've never seen anything like it!"

"It is. I used to come here all the time as a child and look out over this
part of the world and believed that there would never be any ugliness in my
life" Aragorn said quietly. "I was very young and naïve
then."

Aragorn held out his hands to him and Frodo smiled as he came to join him
beneath the tree. Sitting next to him, he leaned back against Aragorn's
chest as they sat quietly enjoying the peace of the land around them.

"Frodo" Aragorn said after a time, "there is something I must
show you." He reached for his pack and pulled the box Frodo had seen
earlier that day in their room. Opening the box, the sunlight again captured the
crystals and sparkled brightly. 

Aragorn pulled open a small drawer at the base of the box, removing a folded
piece of parchment, then set the box on the ground beside them. He handed the
parchment to Frodo. "This is what I had to see Elrond about and why I was
in the grotto. I did not know what to think about what this is, what it means to
us. Go ahead, read the letter."

Frodo unfolded the parchment and immediately saw the signature at the bottom,
Elladan and then lower was the signature of Elrohir. He looked at Aragorn for a
moment then turned back to the letter.

For my Estel, my brother, my hope. I write this with the lightest and heaviest
of hearts, for I must let you know that I am well and so very sorry for all that
I have done. 

I know not where to begin or if it is even possible for me to explain it to you
yet I must try. First, my story in hope my sincerest apologies may someday be
accepted by you and that both our hearts may heal the old wounds.

Many years ago, before your life began, my life and heart was taken from me.
Captured and tortured I begged for death, for a release from the prison and
torment of my captors. You know of this, so I do not need to tell you more but
to say that was when I was delivered from the evil and handed into another. 

Many years later, when you were a lad, fresh and new, my sister, your Evenstar
saw you and fell in love. This was long before you even knew of her existence,
before her beauty would be of interest. For you were merely a boy of 10 years. 

Our father forbid her to approach you, knowing of your destiny but she could not
tear herself from you. She followed you, always out of sight, yet always there.
She told me of her desires and I helped her to find a way to act upon them. I
introduced her to my demons that soon became her own. She blessed me and
promised to take care in how they were used, but you know of the destruction
they have wrought for it was reaped upon you and the one that you love.

Had I known of the danger that would later attempt to take your life and the
hobbit Frodo, I would never have done this. I would never have allowed Arwen to
take part in her own destruction. But all I have now is regret for none of this
can be taken back. Only forgiveness can I beg of her. Only forgiveness begged of
you and your love.

My penance for my actions is simple. I cannot take to the Gray Havens for I
would not blaspheme the sanctity of this heaven. I ask you not to fear for me my
brother for I know that you will. Your heart is such that it will torment you.
Do not let it.  Know that my heart and soul are as light as air for I feel whole
again, for the first time in many years my heart has healed.

I would not harm another for my life, yet I know that Elrohir, my blessed one,
will not abandon me, no matter what my heart tells him and in doing so will be
denied that which is owed him. I will bear this burden but will grant him all
that he wishes for he is my love and my life.

We follow the Istari, Palladano to the East. He has told us of a colony of elves
as damaged as I was. We wish to help those whom have been abandoned by their own
in hopes of overcoming the evil that has stolen their hearts as well. There is
hope Estel, there must always be hope. 

This decision made we must face the hope that our father will be accepting. It
will not be without heartache for all of us, but my heart has dealt with destiny
and this is mine, this is ours. 

Elrohir and I ask that you accept our love and that which we offer. The pendants
of the Evenstar are for you and Frodo to do with what you will. Our truest hope
is that you will accept them with the love they are offered. Please do not let
my transgressions rob either of you of an eternity in peace and happiness my
brother, my Estel, my hope.

With all that I am and all that I have, I beg your forgiveness and pray that you
and your love will find you forever in joy and peace. Your brother for life and
beyond, Elladan

Further down on the page and single line was added by another hand and Frodo had
to blink through his tears to read it. It said simply, "Please accept our
lives and our love, Elrohir'.

"What does this mean Aragorn?" Frodo asked as he stared at the page
in front of him.

"They are giving us their pendants, if we will have them" Aragorn
said quietly as he looked out over the valley. "It means that if we accept
their gift, when we are ready to leave this life we can travel to the West, to
the Gray Havens."

Frodo turned to look at Aragorn and saw the trails of tears on his cheeks.
"Aragorn?" 

"I'm sorry Frodo, this is nothing that I ever expected to happen. My
brothers are offering us eternal life, an eternity together. I do not know what
to do with this" he said as his eyes met Frodo's. "When I
told Elrond, he knew that this was coming. Elrohir had made this offer when he
found out I had left Gondor and gone in search of you, knowing then that they
would not be leaving Middle Earth."

Frodo nodded and then looked to pendants, sparkling in the sunlight.
"Frodo, we must decide this together. It is both of us or not at all for I
cannot live an eternity without you."

"I could not bear the thought of an eternity without you but" Frodo
drew a deep breath, "it is an eternity. While I never wish to lose you
I've never thought of living forever."

"Nor I Frodo. I've always accepted that my life would end here in
Middle Earth, in the land of men but this" Aragorn's eyes moved to
the pendants "I do not know what to think."

Frodo took his hand and held it tightly, Aragorn gently squeezing his fingers.
"There is more to this Frodo. Elrond and Legolas leave for Gondor
tomorrow. Once there Elrond and Gandalf travel to the Gray Havens, as Legolas
will continue his travels with Gimli. If we do not accept this offer, Elrond
must take the pendants with him. He cannot leave them here for if they were to
ever come into the wrong hands, the lands to the West could be destroyed." 

Frodo nodded, "So we must decide before the morning."

"Yes."

He glanced out over the valley below them again, his mind running over all that
must be decided in so short a time. "Well, as Bilbo would say, never make
a decision on an empty stomach. You'll only make the wrong one because
you're too hungry to think." He looked back at Aragorn who started
laughing as he pulled him into his arms.

"I do love old Bilbo!" he chuckled.

"I do too" Frodo murmured against his shoulder, "and I miss
him terribly."

"I know Frodo, I know."

They ate lunch quietly enjoying the heat of the sun and still in awe of the
view. When the meal was done Frodo crawled into Aragorn's arms, kissing
his neck as Aragorn's hands ran over his body.

Fingers pulled at buttons and ties, freeing skin to the open air. Entwined in
each other's arms their want washed over their bodies. Their lips pressed
tightly together as passion turned to pulsating desire. Both hungering for the
release of the building storms within them. 

The fire in Frodo's belly spread like wildfire as their hips met, hardened
loins pressing tightly together. Lightening coursing through their bodies with
each movement as hands and fingers roamed over fevered flesh. Their moans
mingled and became one as their bodies moved in unison. 

Crashing sensations vibrating their souls and laying them bare. They rushed
toward their release, wanting only to be one in spirit as they were in body.
Their eyes met, flashing green mixed with striking blue as the storm of emotions
shook their bodies with climax of their love. Their cries of yearning echoed
over the valley below. 

The lay in silence, the sun warming their souls as a soft breeze cooled their
burning skin. Frodo rolled over onto his side and looked down into
Aragorn's face. "What was it like when your mother died?"

Aragorn's brow creased as he looked at Frodo, "Why do you want to
know?"

"My parents died when I was just a babe, I never knew them. I've
always felt like I've missed something my whole life because of it."
Aragorn sat up and looked at him

"I never knew that, that you never knew your parents."

Frodo sat up and shrugged, "Its not that I ever wanted for anything. Bilbo
always made sure I had the best of everything. Its just well, I don't know
what it feels like, to lose someone you love without limits, without question
because they gave you life."

Aragorn took his hands and kissed his fingers. He sighed and looked at him,
"She was truly and angel. She could make me smile with just a look and her
laughter sounded like bells ringing. When she died I felt like my life would
end. I didn't understand it completely then, what it meant, only that
everyone told me I would never see her again."

He shook his head and looked about them before looking back to Frodo, "I
knew that if I ever loved someone like that again, I could not bear to lose
them. I fear the day I should have to face that kind of loss again Frodo, for I
know that I would not be able to go on."

Frodo smiled, nodding, "I feel the same way." They gazed into each
other eyes knowing the decision was made. Aragorn reached for the box and they
both took out one of the pendants. Frodo placed his about Aragorn's neck
as Aragorn placed one about his. 

Aragorn sat back against the tree as Frodo sat between his legs, lying back
against his chest. Aragorn slid his arms around him as both looked out over the
vast world before them, their eternities forever locked together with their
love.

Later that afternoon, Aragorn lay in bliss, his body tingling from an afternoon
of delicious sensations that still soared through his body. Some time earlier
Frodo had smiled down at him, a glint in his eye and with a laugh and a wink had
stood to walk about the meadow, pulling handfuls of wildflowers as he wandered
about. 

It seemed an eternity when Aragorn looked for Frodo again. He found him standing
near the edge of the meadow looking out over the valley below, his mind lost in
his thoughts. "Frodo? Hello love!" Aragorn called to Frodo who
looked back to him, his eyes bright. "Where were you my love? You seemed
miles away." 

Frodo smiled as he looked to the valley again "Aragorn? We can we look
forward to a long life together here can we not? I so very tired of worrying
about everything."

"Of course we can Frodo, you know that."

"I know. And I won't ever lose you, Aragorn" Frodo said. 

"You won't Frodo. You would have to shove me off a cliff, trample me
with a horse, bury me in the ground to be rid of me" Aragorn said as he
gazed at Frodo. He stood gazing off over the valley of Rivendell, the wind
whipping his hair about his rosy cheeks, the sun kissing his bare skin. 

"So much has happened" Frodo said quietly, still distracted by the
world below them.

"Are you frightened?" 

Frodo looked at Aragorn, memories of being shoved into a room at the Prancing
Pony by a ranger so many years ago. He smiled "No, no Strider I'm
not frightened as long as I have you."

Aragorn slowly walked over and knelt before him. "That is good, for no
harm shall come to you or I, ever again, I will not allow it." Aragorn
wrapped his arms around his waist as Frodo sat down, straddling his lap. Burying
his face against his neck, he gently kissed his neck, his tongue flicking at his
earlobe. Frodo giggled and pulled him closer. "What a tempting morsel you
are" Aragorn sighed.

"The better to tease you with my dear" Frodo giggled lightly, as
Aragorn's beard tickled his chin. "Aragorn?"

"Yes my love" a kiss on his cheek.

"When did you know you loved me?"

Aragorn sat back and gazed into his face. "The moment I realized
that" he took a deep breath, holding him close and whispered in his ear,
"You drew far too much attention to yourself, Mr. Underhill."

The End or A New Beginning ~ BU

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You draw far too much attention to yourself, Mr. Underhill ~ Strider