Title: “Like a Bolt from the Blue”
Author: Kias
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Frodo/Legolas
Disclaimer: J.R.R. Tolkien owns the original characters and places. 
The rest is mine.
Summary: After the council, Legolas meets Frodo quite 
unexpected in the gardens (first-time fic). 
Feedback: Highly appreciated under wolves@utanet.at - but 
beware, flames will be used for heating a bath for Frodo and 
Legolas!
Special thanks to: Aunty_mib for the excellent beta!
 
Frodo went into one of the many gardens of Rivendell. He wanted 
to be alone for a while to think things over. Only a few hours 
before, he had taken the burden to be the ring bearer. And now he 
felt forlorn and scared, a small hobbit with an overwhelming task 
to fulfill. He had no idea how he ever could accomplish his quest 
and be able to escape Sauron and destroy the ring. Frodo wanted to 
muse things over in the peaceful solitude of the gardens. 
Frodo wandered along and gradually felt his tension ease. 
Everything around him, the trees and flowers, seemed to be fairer 
than he had ever seen, the grass greener and softer than he ever 
could remember it from the Shire. The approaching autumn had 
painted the leaves on the old trees in many colors. And even the 
fallen leaves held a beauty of their own. Suddenly, slightly 
disturbed, Frodo heard soft footsteps approaching. He caught a 
glimpse of Sam, most likely looking for him. But for once Frodo 
did not seek the company of his friend. Rather he avoided it. He 
quickly seized the next tree, climbed up and hid himself in the 
branches. Indeed it was Sam, looking around eagerly and stopping 
once in a while, bending down to some flower to examine it 
curiously. He passed the tree where Frodo was hiding without 
seeing him and soon was gone over a nearby slope. Frodo breathed 
a sigh of relief and gazed out between the leaves, deep in thoughts 
once again.
 
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But Frodo was not the only one enjoying the peace in the gardens 
of Rivendell. Legolas wandered around the gardens as well. He 
wanted to enjoy them while he still could. He had always been 
fond of Elrond’s gardens with their special trees and flowers that 
grew nowhere but here. The big, ancient trees sang a special song 
to him and he listened intently. But his keen senses nevertheless 
noticed a movement and sound in the distance. Legolas smiled to 
himself as he saw Sam a bit far off, examining a bunch of flowers 
on a nearby slope. For not to disturb the hobbit, Legolas turned 
aside. Light footed he walked along until he came to a group of 
trees. He sat down in the grass and leaned his back against the bark 
of the tree. But being an elf, he heard the soft breathing of the 
hobbit hidden above him in the branches. Legolas looked up and 
immediately discovered Frodo, who sat with his back slightly 
turned on a branch right above the head of the elf. 
 
“Frodo … “ Legolas exclaimed softly but did not get any further. 
 
Frodo, startled by the voice, turned his head down, suddenly lost 
his grip on the branch and with a heavy rustling of leaves fell down 
– right into Legolas’ lap. Legolas quickly reached out for the 
hobbit and prevented him from falling over on his back. 
Instinctively, Frodo grabbed out for support with both hands. One 
of his hands got tangled in the long silken hair of the elf; the other 
clutched a small hobbit fistful of Legolas’ tunic. 
 
Like a bolt from the blue Legolas had his hands full of a cuddly 
little hobbit with dark curly hair and shining blue eyes. Time ticked 
by as they sat there frozen, staring into each other’s eyes, 
completely entranced. Legolas felt like drowning in the depths of 
the hobbit’s striking blue eyes. Painfully slow he tore away his 
gaze and let it roam over the hobbit’s sweet face. He took in every 
feature and noticed even the smallest detail. A strong longing for 
touching and caressing spread through Legolas’ body.
 
At first Frodo was too startled to do anything but stare at the fair 
elf mere inches away from him. Then he realized that he had still 
one of his hands tangled in Legolas’ long hair. Almost from his 
own accord Frodo ran his hand through the thick silken strands and 
started to caress them. 
 
Legolas was the first to speak. “Do you like the feeling?” A slight 
smile curved his lips.
 
Frodo blushed slightly and nodded with a shy smile. He felt 
overwhelmed by the feelings that rushed through his body. He 
neither had any idea why he felt himself suddenly drawn so 
powerfully to the elf nor where that warm feeling around his heart 
came from. He sat otherwise motionless in the elf’s lap and kept on 
running his left hand caressing through the long strands that felt 
like heavy silk against his touch. On his back he felt Legolas’ 
hands, a warm press against his shirt that even reached the hobbit’s 
skin beneath it. 
 
Legolas could not resist any longer. He leaned forward and closed 
the small distance between their lips. He kissed the hobbit tenderly. 
Immediately Frodo wrapped his arms around the elf’s neck and 
kissed him back. Encouraged by Frodo’ s eager reply Legolas 
deepened their kiss and caressed the hobbit’s back with long tender 
strokes. Frodo sighed into the elf’s mouth and pressed himself 
even closer. Legolas teased Frodo’ s lips open with his tongue and 
let it dance with a light pressure over the hobbit’s smaller one. 
 
‘He tastes like honey and cinnamon.’ Frodo thought and gave the 
wet tongue inside his mouth an experimental stroke with his own.
 
Legolas gasped with pleasure in response. Both explored the 
other’s mouth with increasing passion until they finally had to 
break apart to gasp for air. Once again Legolas found himself 
staring into the hobbit’s eyes with wonder. 
 
‘Gods, where does that feeling come from?’ he thought deeply 
disturbed.
 
He never had felt so complete, not at a single moment in the many 
centuries he already had lived. He cupped Frodo’s cheeks in his 
hands and stroked both thumbs over the slightly wet and swollen 
bottom lip. 
 
“Frodo … “ he started but fell silent again, because words failed 
him to express his feelings.
 
A bright smile broke out on the hobbit’s face, lightening and 
brightening his blue eyes even more. Legolas felt his heart heat up 
with joy.
 
“Legolas, what did just happen with us?” Frodo asked. Hesitantly, 
he continued “I never have before, …. I mean ….with a male 
hobbit, uhm elf…. “. He stopped and blushed a bit embarrassed. 
 
Legolas smiled fondly at him. “Don’t be embarrassed, little one.” 
His touch ghosted lightly over the hobbit’s soft cheeks. “Meleth 
nîn tithen min” he breathed softly against Frodo’s lips “love my 
little one is the most precious gift, don’t deny it, when it comes to 
you.” 
 
With that he sealed their lips together. To Frodo it felt like heaven. 
Pleasure spread through his whole body, heating him from within. 
Now it was Frodo who deepened their kiss. Shyly he probed the 
elf’s lips with his round tongue. Immediately Legolas parted his 
lips and Frodo’s tongue slid inside. Legolas caressed the hobbit’s 
back while they kissed deeply once again, their tongues wrapped 
around each other, sucking and stroking in a passionate rhythm. 
When Frodo gasped for air, Legolas licked the hobbit’s swollen 
lips and started to trace a path of soft kisses and light nibbles from 
the edge of his lips over his jawbone to the junction right under the 
soft earlobe. He then took it in his mouth and sucked on it, before 
he continued his path along the rim of the hobbit’s curved ear, 
right to the pointed tip. When he reached it, Legolas licked the tip 
several times with his wet tongue before breathing softly against it. 
Frodo shuddered in his embrace and moaned. 
 
“Do you like that, little one?” Legolas whispered into his ear.
 
He then traced his path back over the cheekbone to Frodo’s mouth, 
nibbling at his bottom lip before kissing him passionately. When 
they broke apart for air after a while, Frodo smiled at him and 
traced one small hand through the elf’s long strands that fell over 
his shoulders. 
 
“May I?” he asked and started to open the first lacings of Legolas’ 
tunic. 
 
Legolas gasped with pleasure as Frodo slid his hands inside his 
tunic and slowly let them roam over the elf’s chest. He brushed his 
thumbs several times over the hardening nipples, and Legolas 
moaned in response. Frodo opened his lover’s tunic further and 
started to kiss his way down thoroughly, from the elf’s throat over 
his collarbone and chest all the way down over his stomach to the 
waistband of his pants. There he traced a line with his tongue just 
above the fabric. Legolas moaned with pleasure as he felt himself 
swell powerfully against the hobbit in his lap. But he was not the 
only one who was aroused, he realized, as he felt Frodo’s erection 
firmly pressed against his stomach. 
 
Noticing that, he started to fight his passion, even though his body 
protested. Legolas got enough of his senses back under control to 
realize that the two of them could be found in a rather 
compromising position. He was quite sure that Elrond, the Lord of 
Rivendell, would not take it too kindly to find the ring bearer and 
his elvish protector making love openly in his gardens, for just 
about everybody to see. Elves were no prudes; nevertheless they 
avoided offending each other. And Elrond certainly would be 
offended, finding one of his own kin with so little dignity and 
grace as to forget altogether about his pride and his 
responsibilities. With that in mind, Legolas took Frodo’s face in 
his hands and made him look up when the hobbit tried to kiss his 
way back up his chest. 
 
He was a pretty sight, his cheeks slightly flushed, lips wet and 
swollen from their kisses, eyes shining with passion. 
 
“Stop, little one!” Legolas pleaded with a rather husky voice.
 
Frodo looked at him uncertainly. His voice shook lightly when he 
started to speak.
 
“What is it, Legolas? Did I do something wrong? Did I offend 
you?” 
 
The words came out in a breathless rush, colored with worry and 
embarrassment. Legolas smiled ruefully at him and stroked 
through his thick curly dark hair. 
 
“No little one. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I could go on with you 
like that for ages. It’s just that somebody could spot us here at any 
time. And I doubt it that the Lord of Rivendell would take our 
lovemaking openly in his gardens too kindly.” Legolas explained 
quickly. 
 
“Oh!” Frodo exclaimed. Embarrassed he darted a quick look 
around, only to discover with relief that nobody had spotted them 
already. For a moment he had feared that he might be rejected. 
And that felt unbearable to him – he had fallen completely in love 
with the fair elf the moment he had fallen down in his lap and 
stared into those gray-green eyes that shone with a light deep from 
within.
 
“I don’t reject you, little one!” Legolas explained and pressed a 
tender kiss to the bridge of Frodo’s nose. 
 
Relief washed over the hobbit’s face and was immediately 
replaced by a broad smile. He wrapped his arms around Legolas’ 
neck and snuggled close to him. His head fitted perfectly into the 
curve of the elf’s shoulder. His soft breath tickled Legolas’ 
sensitive skin right under his delicate earlobe. With a sigh Legolas 
realized that this was not going to work out. It would be wise to 
take this somewhere better suitable for their desires. He placed one 
finger under Frodo’s chin and made him look up.
 
“I desire you, Frodo. My body is craving for your touch and my 
heart is yearning for your sweet love. Will you share my bed with 
me, nîn meleth?” he asked.
 
Frodo smiled broadly at him. “There is nothing else I would desire 
more! I am yours, Legolas, for as long as you will have me and 
beyond it.”
 
“An uir nîn melethron – for eternity, my lover!” Legolas replied 
and kissed him tenderly. 
 
When their lips parted, Frodo once again snuggled close to 
Legolas, who smiled fondly down at the hobbit in his arms and 
kissed the top of his curly head. 
 
“Ai, we should move then, little one.” Legolas suggested softly.
 
“Oh!” Frodo exclaimed reluctantly. 
 
He looked up at the elf and leaned slightly back in his embrace. 
 
“What about helping me first getting dressed properly again?” A 
slight smile curved Legolas’ lips.
 
Frodo nodded smiling back. Together they laced up the elven silk 
tunic. When Frodo shifted in Legolas’ lap to give him better 
access, his buttocks rubbed slightly over the elf’s erection. Both elf 
and hobbit gasped in surprise at the unexpected jolt of pleasure. 
 
Legolas sighed with frustration. “We’d better move somewhere 
more private.” he suggested.
 
Frodo nodded again and reluctantly crawled out of the elf’s lap. 
When their body contact broke completely, Frodo looked up in 
dismay at Legolas who had risen gracefully to his feet. He 
suddenly felt incomplete without the elf’s arms wrapped securely 
around him. As if Legolas could read his thoughts he asked,
 
“Do you want me to carry you, little one?” He reached out a hand. 
“It feels so good to hold you.”
 
“Yes please!” Frodo answered delighted and was swiftly picked up 
by the elf. Once again he wrapped his arms around Legolas’ neck. 
 
With his new found love in his arms, Legolas turned and took his 
way back light footed through the gardens towards the patio of his 
own room. He was very grateful that his room lay in a side wing 
with big windows opening into the gardens. No one saw them as 
the lovers crossed the gardens and stepped into Legolas’ room.
 
******************************************************
 
Legolas stepped into his room with an inward sigh. Now they had 
found their privacy without any further hindrances to do what they 
ever might desire. He walked over to his bed and let Frodo stand 
on it so they were the same height. Frodo still had both arms 
wrapped around his neck, his whole body pressed firmly against 
the elf’s. Legolas cuddled him close, and Frodo sighed in response.
 
“That feels so good,” he muttered against the elf’s chest.
 
When he lifted his head, Legolas took the hint and kissed him, first 
tenderly then with growing passion. An elf, once enflamed, was 
not so easily cooled down. He let his tongue dance around the 
hobbit’s, sucking at it alternately with strokes and whirls. Frodo 
moaned into his mouth. He unlocked his hands around Legolas’ 
neck and moved them down to the front of his tunic. He fumbled 
with the lacings while eagerly kissing Legolas back. When they 
had to break apart for air, Frodo took the opportunity to finish his 
job with the lacings. Legolas smiled down at him and held himself 
completely still, holding his breath in anticipation. When Frodo 
had opened the tunic completely, he slipped it off the elf’s 
shoulders and threw it carelessly onto the floor. He then lowered 
his mouth to the elf’s throat, sucking lightly at the fair skin. He 
darted out his tongue and licked the racing pulse beneath it. 
Legolas moaned, wrapping his arms around Frodo’s back, holding 
him tight. Frodo kissed his way down and turned his attention to 
the already tightening nipples. He licked and sucked at them while 
his hands ran down the elf’s spin, feeling every single vertebra at 
the strong muscled archer’s back. Reaching the elf’s navel, he 
pushed his tongue inside and whirled it around. A deep moan 
rumbled in Legolas’ chest and he bucked against the hobbit, 
overwhelmed with pleasure. His abdomen trembled lightly when 
Frodo blew against the now wet skin. Satisfied with the elf’s 
reaction to his caresses, Frodo kissed his way back up until he 
reached Legolas’ slightly parted lips again. Immediately Legolas 
held him in a fierce kiss. When the need for air broke them apart, 
Legolas smiled wickedly at his lover, cupping the soft hobbit-
cheeks in his hands.
 
“My turn now, little one!”
 
With that he started to undo the hobbit’s shirt, parting it open and 
finally sliding it off his shoulders. He then brushed his hands over 
smooth skin, calloused thumbs hardening the nipples under his 
touch. Legolas let his tongue follow, teasing the hard nubs until 
Frodo whimpered with intense pleasure in response. Much as 
Frodo had done earlier, he kissed and nibbled his way down over 
Frodo’s entire chest. Slowly Legolas traced his way back up, 
arousing the hobbit even more with every kiss and lick. For Frodo, 
the elf’s kisses and caresses felt like liquid heat on his skin. He 
moaned and trembled under Legolas’ skillful touch. 
 
Tenderly Legolas laid him down on the soft bed covers before 
sliding into bed beside him, pressing his body firmly against his 
lover. He reached out and claimed Frodo’s mouth in a heated kiss. 
Their tongues danced around each other in a passionate rhythm 
that left them moaning into each other’s mouths. Legolas let his 
hands slide down Frodo’s back until he reached the hobbit’s 
buttocks. Even though Legolas caressed them through a layer of 
cloth, Frodo gasped, thrusting his hips against the elf’s stomach. 
Feeling the hobbit’s erection pressing against his body, Legolas 
smiled at his lover and reached out for the waistband of his pants. 
 
“Let’s get you out of these.” he breathed softly against the hobbit’s 
skin.
 
He made quick work of stripping his lover completely naked. 
When he had tossed aside the pants he propped himself up on one 
elbow, admiring Frodo’s naked body.
 
“Ai, you’re so beautiful, little one!” Legolas sighed. “And you feel 
so good!”
 
He reached out and traced an index finger over his lover’s stomach 
down to the hobbit’s dark pubic hair. But before he could get any 
further, Frodo reached over with trembling hands, trying 
desperately to get Legolas out of his pants. Catching the hobbit’s 
intent, he helped him tugging down the material. When it slid over 
the bulge in his pants, his heated erection sprang out, right into 
Frodo’s touch. He stared at it big eyed, admiring the perfect built 
before stroking down the length experimentally. Legolas gasped in 
response and pulled off his pants, finally freeing himself 
completely. Frodo leaned slightly back, taking in the sight of the 
naked elf in front of him. He was totally smitten by the elf’s 
beauty, letting his gaze roam over fair skin, admiring the graceful 
built in awe. 
 
“Do you like what you see?” Legolas whispered under his breath.
 
Big blue eyes that shone with love and awe stared back at him, 
causing a thrill to run through Legolas’ body, heating him even 
further. Slowly Frodo nodded.
 
“Taur!” he breathed, too overwhelmed to find more words to 
express his feelings.
 
He pressed his body against the elf’s, kissing Legolas deeply. 
Frodo tried to put all his love and desire into that one kiss for 
Legolas simply to feel, to understand him without words. 
 
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Legolas once again took the lead during their deep and passionate 
kiss. He swirled his tongue around his lover’s several times before 
he started to kiss and lick his way all over the hobbit’s sweet face. 
When he reached Frodo’s ear he traced the rim with his tongue up 
to the pointed tip, licking and breathing at it until Frodo 
whimpered with arousal. Legolas took his time exploring the body 
of his new lover. Frodo’s pulse raced against the elf’s tongue, 
when Legolas let it dance over the sensitive skin on his throat. 
Frodo moaned and squirmed beside him, trying to press his body 
firmly against Legolas. The hobbit had both hands tangled in the 
silken elvish strands, caressing the long braids. Painfully slow 
Legolas played with his lover, arousing the hobbit with his 
caresses until each kiss and lick caused deep moans and sharp cries 
of pleasure. Frodo’s eyes were glazed over with passion, his 
eyelids half closed. Finally Legolas reached the hobbit’s weeping 
erection. Playfully he let his tongue dance over the swollen head, 
causing his lover to gasp with intense pleasure, his hips bucking 
upwards. When Legolas felt a trop of liquid, he let it roll over his 
tongue. Tasting it, a lustful sigh escaped his throat.
 
“Ai, you taste like mint, little one! Very compelling!” 
 
With that he lowered his mouth completely onto Frodo’s erection. 
His long hair brushed the hobbit’s stomach and thighs as he started 
to work his way skillfully up and down the engorged shaft. Frodo 
cried out, the sensations washing through his entire body. His eyes 
were closed in mindless pleasure and his head was rolling back and 
forth on the pillow. He was helpless against the onslaught of 
sensations that Legolas caused be expertly sucking his cock. Frodo 
writhed and bucked upwards with growing need, spurring his 
elvish lover on even more. Legolas reached out with one hand and 
started to play with Frodo’s tight balls, rolling them gently in his 
calloused palm. When he felt his lover’s climax draw near, he 
slowed down, letting the hobbit’s heated erection pop out of his 
mouth. Frodo whimpered in dismay, blindly thrusting his hips 
upwards to recapture the wet confinement of Legolas’ mouth. But 
Legolas would not have that just right then. He blew on the 
swollen tip, licking off pre-cum, purring deeply with delight. 
Frodo’s eyes flew open and he cried out in mindless pleasure, 
when Legolas started to rub his thumb over the sensitive skin of his 
perineum. Without stopping, the elf turned his head, shooting his 
lover a wicked, lustful grin.
 
“Do you like that, nîn maelui min, my lustful one?” he purred 
huskily. 
 
Frodo was beside himself, painfully aroused and aching with need. 
He started to plead with his elvish lover.
 
“Please, Legolas … please!” he almost sobbed.
 
Legolas could not deny him any longer and once again lowered his 
mouth over the hobbit’s weeping erection. The heated shaft pulsed 
strongly against his tongue, as he sucked hard on it. With his 
thumb he continued to stroke over the sensitive skin just behind 
Frodo’s tight balls. Then Legolas started to hum around his lover’s 
erection, which filled his mouth quite pleasantly. Frodo could not 
take the combined onslaught any longer. He went rigid and with a 
deep cry of release he climaxed, his whole body starting to shake 
uncontrollably. Frodo’s hot cream gushed into his lover’s mouth, 
and Legolas swallowed eagerly, the slight minty taste prickling on 
his tongue. 
 
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When the tremors in Frodo’s body finally subsided, Legolas 
released his spent cock. He darted out his tongue and lustfully 
licked his lips, his piercing gaze never leaving his lover’s face. 
Frodo was a very compelling sight – blue eyes glazed over with 
passion, flushed cheeks, ecstasy still plainly painted over his face. 
Legolas smiled brightly at him and cuddled the exhausted hobbit in 
his arms. Frodo sighed contently and snuggled close to him, his 
curly head resting on the elf’s shoulder. With a satisfied smile he 
looked up at the elf.
 
“I love you, Legolas!” he sighed.
 
“I love you too, my beautiful little one!” Legolas answered and 
kissed the hobbit softly on his swollen lips.
 
Even though Legolas still was painfully erect he gave his lover 
time to recover. Soothingly he stroked over Frodo’s back, relishing 
in the sensuous feeling. Frodo stirred and snuggled even closer. 
His movement brought him into contact with Legolas’ still rock 
hard erection. He gasped in response at the sudden movement of 
his lover. Frodo had already recovered a bit and started with his 
caresses once again. He covered Legolas’ entire face with feather 
light kisses, before he concentrated on one pointed ear, tracing the 
rim with his tongue. When he reached the pointed tip, he took it in 
his mouth and sucked gently at it. A full body shiver ran through 
Legolas, for the hobbit had found one of his most sensitive spots. 
Frodo smiled at the effect he had on his lover and gave the other 
ear the same arousing treatment, causing Legolas to tremble even 
more. Frodo slightly leaned back in his lover’s embrace, sliding his 
hands back over the elf’s chest and began to tease the nipples into 
tight buds. Legolas writhed in pleasure beneath his lover’s touch. 
Swiftly Frodo let his tongue follow, kissing and nibbling his way 
down the elf’s chest. When he reached the navel he stabbed his 
tongue inside, swirling it around, causing Legolas to groan out 
aloud. Frodo lifted his head, smiling up at his moaning lover as he 
slid down to give himself better access. Once again he admired the 
perfect build of the elf’s stiff organ before he reached out and 
wrapped one hand around it. Frodo started to move his hand up 
and down the engorged shaft, squeezing it alternately, feeling his 
lover’s erection twitch and pulse under his touch. 
 
‘Like steel wrapped in silk.’ Frodo thought with a lusty sigh.
 
Legolas moaned constantly now, for the hobbit’s touch heated him 
up even more. When Frodo reached the swollen tip of the elf’s 
cock, he smeared the oozing drops of pre-cum over the already wet 
head. Then he replaced his hand with his tongue, licking the liquid 
off the pulsing head. A deep sound of pleasure escaped Frodo, as 
he tasted his lover.
 
“You taste like honey and cinnamon, Legolas.” he whispered 
enthralled.
 
Frodo lowered his head and took the first couple of inches of his 
lover’s erection into his mouth, sucking at it and whirling his 
tongue around the swollen head. Legolas groaned aloud with 
pleasure, trying hard not to buck his hips upwards, fearing to gag 
the smaller hobbit. Frodo continued to suck and lick, driving his 
elvish lover half mad with desire. Legolas lay there in sweet 
agony, crying out in mindless pleasure, aroused almost unbearably. 
Frodo soon realized that his exploring touch was not quite enough 
for the elf. He let the thick shaft slid out of his mouth, giving it a 
thoughtful glare. Frodo looked up at Legolas frustrated. 
 
“This is not going to work out. You’re a bit too big for me to 
please you entirely.” 
 
His voice sounded disappointed and a bit helpless. He was not 
quite sure if he could do for his lover, what Legolas had done 
earlier to him. A somber look appeared on Frodo’s face, as he 
realized that he lacked the elf’s experience, but he was determined 
to give his lover the same intense pleasure that he had felt at 
Legolas’ touch. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind and he 
smiled broadly up at the elf. 
 
“Do you want to be inside me?” he suggested.
 
Legolas’ half closed eyes flew open. The sheer thought of the 
intense pleasure to come made him sigh lustfully.
 
“So you do know, little one?” Legolas smiled back at his lover.
 
His voice was a husky whisper, causing Frodo to shiver with 
arousal. 
 
“Only because I never did it, doesn’t mean, that I don’t know how 
it’s done.” Frodo replied. “I’m just a little inexperienced,” he 
added shyly. 
 
“So I’m your first male lover.” Legolas stated softly, while he 
reached out for the hobbit and pulled him up against his chest. 
Immediately Frodo pressed his entire body firmly against the elf, 
wrapping both arms around his lover’s neck. He tilted his head 
back to give Legolas better access, who took the hint and kissed 
Frodo deeply and passionately. When they broke apart, Legolas 
traced his thumb over the hobbit’s wet lower lip. Frodo shivered 
under his touch.
 
“Don’t be afraid, little one. I promise, I won’t hurt you.” Legolas 
whispered against the hobbit’s soft skin.
 
“I don’t worry about that, Legolas. I’m shivering, because your 
touch is so arousing.” Frodo sighed.
 
Legolas made a delighted throaty sound, very close to purring. He 
leaned forward and kissed his lover, before he gently rolled Frodo 
onto his back. Legolas then kissed his way down the hobbit’s 
entire body. When he reached Frodo’s groin, he gave his returning 
erection an approving lick with his tongue. Legolas skidded aside a 
bit, leaning out of the bed to rummage around until he came up 
with a small jar. Swiftly he returned to his waiting lover, pausing 
long enough to kiss him deeply, before he knelt between the 
hobbit’s spread thighs. Legolas coated his fingers with the oily 
contents, that smelled slightly like rosemary. Gently he began to 
prepare Frodo, stroking and stretching his lover all the while he 
cooed to him soothingly. When Legolas’ fingers rubbed over 
Frodo’s prostate, the hobbit cried out in pleasure, pushing himself 
further down on the elf’s skillful fingers. Legolas repeated his 
caresses a few times more, sending shockwaves of pleasure 
through his lover’s body. He made sure, Frodo was thoroughly 
prepared before he withdrew his fingers. Legolas then coated his 
straining erection. He leaned forward, kissing Frodo passionately 
before gently flipping the hobbit over onto his stomach. Frodo 
turned his head on the pillow to the side, trying to watch Legolas 
from the corner of his eyes. Legolas knelt on the bed between the 
hobbit’s spread thighs, lifting Frodo’s hips to give himself better 
leverage, moving him closer. He then leaned down, pressing hot 
kisses onto the firm globes of his lover’s buttocks, causing Frodo 
to whimper with arousal. Legolas held a tight grip on his aroused 
senses, forcing himself to take it slow, so he might not hurt his 
smaller lover with his vigorous passion. He trembled with need as 
he guided the head of his cock against Frodo’s loosened entrance. 
Slowly he pressed forward until he felt the tight ring of muscles 
relax, permitting him entrance. Legolas’ thrusts were shallow and 
slow, allowing Frodo to get accustomed to having his lover inside 
him. When Legolas thrust himself carefully deeper, his cock 
rubbed over Frodo’s prostate, causing him to cry out in pleasure, 
his hips pushing down of their own accord. Frodo hooked his legs 
around the elf’s waist, desperately trying to bring him closer. 
Legolas’ whole body trembled with arousal. His moans were deep 
and husky. He lost himself completely in the rhythm of his thrusts, 
sending shockwaves of pleasure through their linked bodies. 
Occasionally he pressed hot kisses between Frodo’s shoulder 
blades and onto his neck, his long hair brushing over his lover’s 
back adding a delicate, sensuous feeling. Legolas’ whole body felt 
like on fire. His skin became hypersensitive, his muscles 
trembling; powerful waves of pleasure flooding his entire body. 
Frodo moaned and writhed beneath his lover, awash with 
sensations. He had risen onto his elbows, meeting every thrust of 
the elf to intensify the pleasure for both of them even more. The 
increasing onslaught of sensations made Legolas thrust faster and 
harder. Despite his burning need he made sure, he did not thrust to 
deep and hurt Frodo, because there was no way the smaller hobbit 
could take the entire length of the elf’s engorged shaft without 
doing himself great damage. 
 
Legolas’ swollen cock rode over Frodo’s prostate back and forth, 
driving his lover rapidly towards climax. The elf’s face was taut 
with ecstasy as he started to roll his hips. Frodo’s half closed eyes 
flew open and he cried out in pleasure. It took Legolas only a few 
more deep thrusts and Frodo went rigid beneath him, before his 
whole body started to shake violently from the onslaught of his 
climax, his hot cream spurting against his stomach. The 
convulsions of Frodo’s climax tightened the muscles around 
Legolas’ pulsing cock. One last deep stroke and Legolas came 
hard, bucking against his lover, crying out his name. 
 
He tried hard not to collapse over his lover and crushing him into 
the mattress. For a few seconds the elf was too exhausted to move. 
Beneath him Frodo lay stretched out sated, breathing hard, his head 
pressed into the pillow, sweat coating his back. Legolas carefully 
withdrew from the hobbit’s body, causing Frodo to sigh softly. The 
elf then lay down beside his lover, turning him gently onto his 
back and cuddling the hobbit tight against him. 
 
Legolas looked at his lover, his eyes shining bright with love, his 
whole body radiant with his feelings. Frodo was too overwhelmed, 
so the only thing he could do was smiling back at his elvish lover, 
his blue eyes suddenly shining with tears. He had never felt so 
much loved in his entire live, although love never had failed him 
back in the Shire. Legolas understood him without words. He 
leaned forward and kissed Frodo tenderly. 
 
“I love you, little one – an uir!” Legolas breathed softly against the 
hobbit’s wet lips.
 
“I love you too, Legolas!” Frodo whispered.
 
Frodo sighed contently, snuggling even closer to the elf. His head 
rested against Legolas’ shoulder, his breath soft against the fair 
skin. Slowly, his heavy eyelids closed over his blazing blue eyes 
and he fell asleep – as satisfied as he never had been before, 
wrapped securely into Legolas’ strong arms and radiant, heating 
love. 
 
Legolas kissed Frodo’s temple tenderly, caressing his thick curly 
hair.
 
“Nîn meleth!” Legolas whispered softly. “Rest little one, I will 
watch over your dreams.”
 
Legolas stroked soothingly over the hobbit’s back before he 
allowed himself to drift over. His eyes unfocused and with a deep, 
satisfied sigh he relaxed.
 
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