Title:  A Hobbit in the Hand...is Worth Two in the Brush!  
Author: Megan Baggins (megan_baggins@hotmail.com)  
Pairing(s): Legolas/Frodo  
Rating: NC-17  
Summary:  Legolas is out for a swim.  Little does he know a wee Hobbit is 
watching from above...wait till he finds out!  
Disclaimer: None of the characters/places/names are mine, they belong to 
Tolkien, not me, by any measure, and I make no profit from using them.  
Authors Note: PLEASE, please, send feedback, at any time, no matter 
how old the story is, cause it's my very first and I am anxious to see how 
everyone likes it!  
 
 
 
 
The Elf's soft, fair skin shone with a most brilliant radiance in the silvery 
white moonlight.  His splendid golden hair, now wet, cascaded around his 
slender shoulders just as the water cascaded down the rock into the lake 
where Legolas now swam.  He lay back, allowing his weightless body to 
float easily in the pool still warm from the suns fiery energy.  Legolas 
reveled in the warmth, allowing himself to succumb to the peace of the 
night air, relaxing his aching limbs after the day's treacherous journey.  
Frodo gazed upon his silken nakedness from the purple clover brush above 
the falls.  He had stumbled upon the sight while strolling in the still forest 
where they had set up camp for the night.  As he watched the Elf in all his 
glory, Frodo felt nothing less than absolute awe at his splendor.  And he 
knew, in that moment, that he loved his protector.  At this realization, the 
young Hobbit gasp, unknowingly catching it in his throat, emitting a 
strange squeak left to linger in the air above the falls.  
 
Legolas, (being an Elf with extraordinary senses and especially keen 
hearing), shot up, alert.  "I demand you reveal yourself in my presence" 
commanded the Prince of Mirkwood.  Frodo took in a breath and revealed 
himself from behind the brush; not completely, but peeked his head out 
anyway.  "Legolas, ah, only me, Frodo.  I'm sorry, I was, um, I was 
just..."  Frodo did not want the Prince to know he had been watching him 
with great admiration for fear of the Elf's reaction.  
"Ah, Frodo" chuckled Legolas "it's only you.  Please, come down, I wish 
to speak with you".  Frodo, a little afraid, stepped out from behind the 
purple clover bush and clambered down the dirt trodden rocky slope to the 
jagged rock edge of the lake.  Legolas lie back again, treading softly in the 
dark water, watching the Hobbit intently.  "You were watching me" he 
said, a smirk on his face and suspicion in his eyes.  Frodo stared ahead, his 
mouth lay unlocked; he knew not what to say.  Should he deny it?  Dare 
he admit it?  
 
Legolas swam gracefully over to the shore where the hobbit stood, frozen 
in place.  "Why do you look so anxious?  Are we not friends?  Frodo have 
I offended you in some way?"  
Frodo felt ashamed of his reaction, and truly saddened that he had caused 
Legolas grief.  "No, Legolas, no my companion.  I fear it is I who has 
offended you, dear Prince.  I meant not to look, but your splendor, I 
just..."  Frodo looked away.  "I wished to perhaps join you in your swim."  
His immense cerulean eyes returned their gaze to the Elf, half brimming 
with tears.  Legolas looked intently at the Hobbit, concerned with the look 
on his pallid face and spoke softly "Is that all!  Well, my friend, join me, 
do not be ashamed.  Here, I shall even turn away if you would be 
comforted by it."  "No!" exclaimed Frodo, "I mean, yes, I will join you, 
thank you."  Legolas turned away and silently returned to the surging 
waterfall to feel the rush of the water take over his body and sooth his 
mind.  Frodo did not see him watching as the Hobbit disrobed on the bank.  
 
Frodo let fall his gray cloak to the ground at his feet, and shyly turned 
away undoing his vest, wondering what in Mordor he was doing.  He 
unbuttoned his breeches, fully aware for the first time of his growing 
arousal.  This made him very apprehensive, what if the Elf noticed?  What 
was he doing here?  Did he really think he would be granted his wish to 
touch Legolas?  To have all of him?  Frodo, excited at the new prospect 
and possibility, rushed off with his breeches and climbed into the shallow 
edge of the lake.  
As Legolas watched from beneath the falls, he felt a jolt of desire rush 
through his entire being.  The mere sight of the gentle hobbit excited 
Legolas greatly.  He had always been fond of the ring bearer, but over the 
past weeks, he felt his fondness develop into a great longing for his 
companion.  He watched as the shy Hobbit disrobed, he seemed so 
innocent and pure, though Legolas knew full well Frodo was late into his 
forties.  A craving grew in the Prince's eyes and in his groin as the Hobbit 
descended into the shadowy sapphire pool, still grasping the rocky edge 
for support.  Legolas, lost in his thoughts of lust and longing, noticed 
Frodo shoot a glance towards him, and he hesitantly forced himself to look 
away.  After all, he was not yet sure what Frodo felt for him, or if he 
would indulge in Legolas' passionate fantasies of holding and caressing 
his dear friend.  The very thought of touching Frodo forced Legolas to bite 
down upon his lower lip, as to not cry out with excitement.  He turned 
back around to see Frodo watching him, uncertain of his footing in the 
pool.  Legolas smiled to himself, adoring the worried wrinkle in the 
Hobbit's brow.  "Frodo, why don't you come here, to the falls?  It's not too 
deep, and well worth the swim."  Frodo hesitated, afraid to venture any 
closer with his growing arousal.  But the pool was dark, and he figured he 
could keep a safe distance until his longing subsided.  The Hobbit reached 
out with one foot and felt around, finding that indeed, he could stand 
without the water rising above his shoulders.  Slowly treading through the 
water, Frodo felt relieved and excited all at the same time.  The ringbearer 
was closing in on the Elf, when he fell upon a drop in the ground.  The 
Hobbit lost his footing, unable to find the bottom again.  "Legolas, help--" 
was all he could stammer before being completely immersed in the deep.  
Legolas flew around just as the last traces of his friend's russet locks 
disappeared.  
 
With all the haste of the ages, Legolas dove over to Frodo scooping him 
up in his arms.  The small Hobbit wrapped his arms around the Elf's 
slender shoulders, sputtering and gasping for air.  Legolas held him close, 
with one arm embracing him around the waist and one holding his 
drenched curls to the prince's smooth chest.  Frodo closed his eyes, unable 
to form thoughts, his head spinning.  He could only concentrate on the 
Elf's quickened heartbeat beneath him.  For a brief moment he forgot all 
he ever knew of troubles, of death, of hunger, and knew only love.  
"Frodo," whispered Legolas, soft as a sigh sweeping by his cheek.  "I've 
got you...you're safe my friend."  Frodo's eyes shot open, now aware of his 
surroundings, and aware of his heat pressing into his prince's thigh.  His 
eyes, wide and startled, wild with fear and humiliation, met Legolas', who 
returned the glance with tender concern.  Frodo started thrashing about, 
pushing against the Elf crying out and fighting desperately to be free of his 
protector's hold.  But Legolas was not deterred easily, and held on to his 
friend tighter, placing both arm around Frodo's back and pulling him ever 
closer.  Frodo, exasperated, fell into the Elf's body and wept quietly.  
Legolas looked down at his dear friend, his heart bleeding for the Hobbit, 
and lifted Frodo's chin to gaze upon him once more.  
 
"Frodo, why do you weep.  My friend, my love, there is nothing to be 
afraid of. Non chín. (I am yours)."  Soon as the words parted his lips, 
Legolas leaned in and kissed Frodo ever so lightly on the Hobbit's 
quivering mouth.  He leaned back, regarding his friend before claiming the 
Hobbits lips more forcefully.  Frodo leaned in, returning his passion 
hungrily, parting his lips and delving into the dark wonderland that was 
Legolas' mouth.  Their tongues entwined, dancing wildly, exploring and 
discovering new ways to meld together.  Frodo, alive with desire cried out 
with a vehement longing and wrapped his slight legs around Legolas' 
waist pressing his cock into his friend's fleshy midriff.  As the two 
explored each other feverishly Frodo felt his hunger growing and began 
thrusting his heat into the Elf.  Legolas, eager to please his love, lowered 
one slender hand down onto Frodo's arousal and feathered his fingertips 
around the tip.  Frodo whimpered at his touch and wrapped both arms 
around the prince bringing himself in closer.  Legolas' silky fingers 
wrapped around Frodo's shaft and began pumping slowly.  The rhythm of 
his motions was matched by the Hobbit's hips thrusting into Legolas.  As 
he stroked Frodo's hardened flesh, the Hobbit moaned into Legolas' mouth 
and silently pleaded for his release.  Legolas caressed him more hastily, 
his hand now moving vigorously up and down the ivory tower.  Frodo 
grasped his friend around the neck and with his eyes clenched shut, he 
buried his head into the Elf's shoulder.  At the final moments of his release 
the Hobbit cried out in ecstasy, stifling his moans into Legolas' warm 
flesh.  Legolas elegantly finished with his friend, allowing his nimble 
digits to caress the shaft until Frodo was entirely spent.  The Hobbit's body 
fell limp and the Elf had to once again hold his love above the water.  
Frodo's heart was throbbing, his chest was breathless and heavy as he 
regained his wits.  
 
Without saying a word, the Hobbit lifted his head to meet Legolas' adoring 
gaze and seized the Elf's mouth again eagerly, ravaging his swelled lips, 
biting them tenderly, nearly stealing Legolas' breath.  As his companion 
thanked him with satisfied kisses, Legolas felt his flesh tightening further, 
his anticipation growing irrepressible.  Legolas could no longer contain his 
desires.  He broke free of Frodo's maddening lips, and with an intense lust 
in his eye (one which the Hobbit had never before seen), Legolas grabbed 
Frodo by the waist and turned him around to face the ledge of the pool.  
Frodo grasped onto the ridge with both arms as his friend bucked his hard 
cock against the Hobbit's backside.  It was all Legolas could do to not 
penetrate the small one, but he had enough mind to know he may hurt his 
love.  He rocked relentlessly against Frodo, his shaft rubbing up and 
down, as Frodo wriggled erratically, forcing a multitude of sensations to 
pervade Legolas' entire being.  Legolas was mesmerized in the rhythm of 
his member rubbing against Frodo's warm body.  Completely enraptured,  
Legolas could not stand it anymore and he moaned out loud exploding 
with ecstasy, gripping the Hobbit tightly to himself.  When he felt his 
friend cum against him, Frodo smiled to himself, thrilled that he could 
please Legolas as well as he had been pleased moments ago.  Legolas 
gathered his friend up in his arms and whispered gently into his pointed 
ear "Gerish nin meleth. (you have my love)."  Frodo turned around and 
looked intently at Legolas, asking  "Na-den i methed uin amar? (until the 
end of the world?)"  Legolas, astounded by the Hobbit's apparent 
knowledge of his language, smiled lovingly and responded whole 
heartedly: "Gerish nin meleth na-den i methed o lű.  (you have my love 
until the end of time)."  
 
Frodo and Legolas lay together on the mossy bank for what seemed a 
lifetime, yet somehow Frodo felt it too fleeting.  Legolas adoringly kissed 
the Hobbit’s forehead before rising and dressing.  Frodo reluctantly arose 
and pulled on his breeches marveling at his lover’s graceful, fluid 
motions.  Something so simple as lacing up a tunic was now strangely 
beautiful to Frodo.  They finished dressing in silence, Frodo longing to 
tear Legolas’ clothes off once more, just to feel his warm flesh press into 
him.  But he knew, as did Legolas, that soon the others would come 
looking for them.  Frodo did not notice Legolas approach him, a worried 
furrow on his brow.  “Frodo, le thîr dem. (you look sad)”  Frodo looked up 
at his devoted companion.  “No, Legolas.  Perhaps sad that our night is 
finished...but delighted that it happened.”  Frodo smiled faintly as Legolas 
bent down to face him.  “Frodo, it is not finished.  I cannot...will not forget 
what we have found in each other.  Im meleth le nin mellon. (I love you 
my friend).”  He kissed Frodo delicately on the lips, and pulled away, 
making sure the Hobbit understood.  He did.  
 
The two returned to camp in silence and never told anyone what had 
happened.  But it was always there, in their hearts, in their minds.  An 
unbreakable union between the two lovers, and they both knew in their 
hearts it was destined to happen again.  
 
 
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