Title:  Gratitude 
Author:  LadyJackyl  ladyjackyl@hotmail.com 
Pairing(s):  Aragorn/Haldir/Legolas, implied Haldir/Elrond, Aragorn/Legolas 
Rating:  NC-17 
Summary:  After the battle at Helm's Deep, Aragorn and Legolas show their 
gratitude to a certain elf for his services. 
Disclaimer:  All characters in this story belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.  This story is not 
meant to reflect anything real or true about the way he originally wrote them.  It is 
simply my own take on them. 
Authors Note:  Part of the Alliance of Men and Elves challenge.  Movie-verse.  
Adheres to the 'Haldir is not dead!' school of thought.
 
 
 
Aragorn chuckled to himself when Legolas showed him the letter, brought by a rather self-
important looking dispatch from Rivendell—one of the human riders who carried messages for the 
Elves into the lands of Men.  It was written in an older form of Sindarin Elvish, so the man who 
brought it, if curiosity overcame honor, could not make much of what it said.
 
"Shall we go see our patient?"  Aragorn smirked, rolling the parchment back up.  "I daresay this 
message is as much for him as us…"
 
Legolas smiled, and though it was a small, subtle gesture, it was like the sunrise over the Vales of 
Anduin.  Too often, Aragorn had taken that smile for granted, along with the countless other things 
that endeared the Elf to him.  It was only in the last few days that he had opened his eyes and truly 
saw them—and saw what was in his own heart.  They had both come too close to death not to 
cherish life.
 
"Come…" Legolas beckoned, moving past him like a summer wind, leaving in its wake the scent 
of things soft and green.  Aragorn followed him entranced, taking in the sight of sunlight on golden 
hair, of cloth and leather molded to long, willowy limbs.
 
As they moved across the upper battlements of the Keep, they had to weave around the men 
repairing the walls, stepping over piles of rubble and debris.  Helm's Deep was slowly being 
repaired, but it would be some time before it was restored to its former glory—standing proudly as 
a haven of safety and an imposing fortress that brought both joy to those seeking refuge, and 
despair to the enemies of all that was good.
 
Inside the Keep, they made their way through ruined rooms to the still-standing main hall that was 
being used as a makeshift ward.  There, the wounded and dying lingered on blankets and pallets, 
though all those who remained—four days after the battle—were the ones marked to live, as those 
who would not had already faded and been carried off.
 
They kept to the edges of the hall, as the stink of blood and ruined flesh was terrible in the room, 
and the cries of pain and anguish—though fewer than before—were too much to bear.  Once 
through the hall, they made their way to the corridor of rooms where other wounded were being 
kept—the higher-ranking officers, important men of the kingdom, and Theoden himself—though 
the King was hard to keep abed while his wounds healed.
 
There was also another who rested there, and like Theoden, was a quarrelsome and difficult being 
to give orders to.
 
The Lady Eowyn met them coming out of the room they meant to enter, a soft blush coming to her 
cheeks when she laid eyes upon them.  "Lord Aragorn!  Legolas…"
 
Aragorn smiled, glancing over at his lover.  Though it probably went unnoticed by Eowyn, Aragorn 
could see the subtle tightening of the Elf's jaw.  Jealousy was so becoming of him.
 
"Is he awake?"  Aragorn asked.  "Has he been giving you more grief?"
 
Eowyn chuckled.  "Aye.  Though I've told him he's not to be up until tomorrow, and I've been 
quite firm about it.  Even with his miraculous powers of healing, it was quite a blow."
 
"Elves are very proud creatures…" Legolas lifted his chin slightly.  "We're not prone to being on 
our backs…"
 
Aragorn made a soft sound in his throat, and Legolas shot him a rather deadly look.
 
"Be that as it may," Eowyn gave Legolas a stern look, which made his eyes widen slightly.  "He's 
not to be up…and if you go in there, don't you dare let him!"
 
"We won't…I promise." Aragorn moved forward, before Legolas's pride could overcome him.  
"You have our word, my Lady."
 
She smiled up at him, that soft blush returning to her cheeks.  She was both delicate and stout in 
equal measures, with a sort of humble beauty that he could appreciate, despite being bound to a fair 
and ethereally beautiful Elf for many years.  She needed a good firm kiss on those full lips of hers, 
and to have it done by someone who knew how and would do it often—and though that person was 
not him, he prayed that there would come someone who was well suited for it.
 
"Let us go in," Legolas's said, a slightly testy edge to his voice.  "We have a message to deliver."
 
Aragorn smiled and gave Eowyn a pat on the arm, then moved past her with Legolas to the door.  
The Elf's eyes were flashing in the half-light of the corridor, his lips gone pale with tension.
 
"Jealous, melethron?"  Aragorn murmured to him, when Eowyn was out of earshot.
 
"Absolutely not!"  Legolas gasped, seeming aghast at the very idea of an Elf being jealous.  
Aragorn just smirked as he opened the door, leading them into the room.
 
It was the bedchamber of one of the King's advisors—grand in scale and lavish in furniture and 
decoration, the bed draped in red velvet and a thick fur rug on the stone floor.  The man who had 
previously occupied it had fallen in battle, so it was now being used as the convalescent bed of 
another who had fought bravely.
 
The blond Elf lay on his back, the bedcovers pulled up neatly around his middle, hands laying atop 
them demurely, resting as though they had been positioned there.  He wore a gray tunic, the laces 
undone so that the smooth skin of his chest peeked out around the fabric, his hair immaculate, 
though not plaited into thin braids on either side anymore.  It looked as though it had been washed 
and brushed only recently.
 
The Elf raised an elegant eyebrow when they entered, the proud, graceful features of his face giving 
the gesture a rather haughty appearance.
 
"Is no one required to knock before entering my chamber?"  He queried them.
 
Aragorn smirked.  "Sorry Haldir…"
 
"Forgive us, Marchwarden…"  Legolas gave a slight, respectful nod.  "We bring you a message 
from Lord Elrond…"
 
Haldir raised an eyebrow once more, but there was a slight look of expectancy in his expression 
this time.  "Yes?"
 
Aragorn resisted the urge to chuckle, and unrolled the parchment he was holding.  "He bids us 
bring you to his care as soon as you are able to ride…"
 
Haldir snorted, a rather ungraceful action for one so dignified, and pushed the covers down a bit, 
his hand going to his side.  "As soon as I am able to ride!  I could have left here three days ago!"
 
Aragorn and Legolas flashed each other an amused look, and Aragorn said, as gently as possible, 
"You should be dead right now."
 
"But I'm not, am I?"  Haldir withdrew his hand from his side, his expression growing dark and 
decidedly sulky.
 
Aragorn had thought him dead, when he found him on the battlements that chaotic night, arrows 
flying through the air and the sound of snarling Orcs and human and Elf screams filling his ears.  
Aragorn had held him in his arms as he thought him expired, all the while wondering how he was 
going to tell Lord Elrond that he had fallen.  And then Haldir's wards had come and taken his body, 
and Aragorn was off to fight again, pushing his grief to the side so he could finish the battle.
 
He didn't think about Haldir again until afterward, when he went to the hall where they were 
laying out the dead and dying.  There, an Elfin messenger had come to him and told him that 
Haldir wished to see him.  At first, Aragorn thought it was a mistake.  But the Elf led him to the 
bedchamber where they had laid him out, bleeding and battle-weary, but very much alive.
 
Aragorn was stunned—and confused.
 
"Living armor…" Haldir had said, as he lay prone and wincing on the bed while his surgeons 
worked on the wound on his side.
 
"I don't understand…" Aragorn's voice had been little more than a shaken whisper.
 
"The armor I wear…" Haldir gestured to the rather elegant, though innocuous-looking armor that 
hung from the bedpost.  "It responds to my environment to protect me."  He winced again as they 
poured more water over his side, cascading pink with blood onto the towels beneath him.  "I'm 
afraid it was a little overworked and confused with things coming at me from all sides as they were, 
but when I was stabbed in the side it became much more tenacious…when the axe struck me from 
behind, it rose to protect me…I was knocked unconscious by the blow, but not hurt."
 
Aragorn nearly wept with relief.  He fell to his knees next to the bed and clutched the 
Marchwarden's hand, kissing the top of it.  Haldir had smiled tiredly and squeezed his in return.  
"Thank you, my friend…"
 
The wound in Haldir's side was not fatal, and with the healing power that Elves possessed, he 
would be fine in just a few days time.  Aragorn had sent word at once to Lord Elrond about the 
situation, lest he get the wrong information from someone else.
 
"Here…" Aragorn now went to his bedside and held out the parchment to him.  "There is more to 
the message, which you'll want to read yourself…"
 
Aragorn saw Legolas smile softly, standing at the bottom of the bed.  Haldir gave Aragorn a 
curious look and took the parchment, unrolling it the rest of the way.
 
They were silent while he read, Haldir's sulky look slowly growing to one of mild amusement, then 
bursting into an outright devious smile.
 
"My, he's quite insistent, isn't he?"  Haldir's smile grew quite smug as he rolled up the parchment 
again.  "In a hurry to have me back.  And he wants the two of you to escort me…"
 
"He trusts no one else…" Legolas said.  "Perhaps because I am one of your kind, and Aragorn is a 
son to him…"
 
"Perhaps."  Haldir smirked, and turned a bit, tucking the parchment beneath his pillow.  "Still, he 
treats me as though I am made of glass.  I need no escort!"  And again, he very nearly sulked.
 
Aragorn couldn't help but be amused.  Haldir had been as much a fixture in his life growing up as 
Elrond was.  Throughout his youth, it seemed every few months Haldir came to Rivendell on 
'official business,' and he had even stayed there over one summer.  And always, he took his stay in 
the house of Elrond.  Aragorn could still remember one morning when he was a boy of 12, going 
up to Elrond's rooms to greet him good morning and finding Haldir just coming out the door of his 
bedchamber, dressed only in a deep blue dressing gown, his hair loose and looking rather 
disheveled for an Elf.  He had plied Aragorn with a great deal of promises and presents to keep his 
silence about the incident, and Aragorn had taken full advantage of the situation, until Elrond found 
out and scolded him for his extortion.
 
"We will take you back on the morrow, if you wish…" Aragorn said.  "I'm sure Lord Elrond would 
not have us wait a moment longer…"
 
"No, indeed…" Haldir smiled slightly, looking from him to Legolas.  "Did you read what else he 
wrote?"
 
"Yes…" Legolas glanced over at Aragorn, and they shared a meaningful, bemused look.  "That he 
wished for us to show you our gratitude?"
 
"And as only we could escort you, only we could thank you?"  Aragorn said, looking back at 
Haldir.  The Elf's eyes were twinkling mischievously.
 
"Yes, that's what he said…" Haldir rested against the pillows again, carefully arranging the covers 
around his middle once more.  "If he cannot be here to comfort me himself, he wishes you to do so 
in his stead…"
 
Aragorn shifted from his position, moving closer to the side of the bed.  "And are you in need of 
comfort, Marchwarden?  After all, you are so strong and resilient…"
 
"One can be strong and resilient and still need comfort…" he flicked his gaze from Aragorn to 
Legolas, who moved from the foot of the bed around the side.  "Comfort makes one stronger."
 
Aragorn smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes meeting Haldir's.  His expression 
was proud and haughty as always, his chin tilted slightly up, but there was an openness to him as 
well.  Some Elves were perfectly unapproachable in their pride, but Haldir had a certain ruggedness 
to him—he was a warrior, not royalty.  He spoke in actions, not words, and that was something 
Aragorn could implicitly identify with.
 
"Maethor bain…" Aragorn said softly, reverently, and reached out to take Haldir's hand as he had 
before, when his relief at him being alive had overcome him.  Haldir allowed the gesture, a small, 
pleased smile tugging at his lips.  Aragorn leaned over and gently kissed his hand—soft, silken 
Elven skin whispering beneath his lips.
 
Aragorn had long held a place in his heart for this one, this proud beauty who often visited his 
home—from the time he was a boy, his fascination and respect for Haldir had been steadfast.  But 
he was no longer a boy, and some of that fascination had transformed into desire, passion.  Elrond 
knew this, but he also knew where Aragorn's true heart lied—he did not worry about Aragorn 
taking what was his, for he knew he never would.
 
And now, this permission he gave was a gift—a gift to him and Legolas both, for their loyalty and 
devotion.  The look in Haldir's eyes said it was a gift to him as well, one he both gladly received 
and gave.
 
Aragorn looked up at Legolas, who was still standing next to the bed, gazing down at them and 
smiling softly.  Then he sat as well, reaching out to gently touch Haldir's wounded side.
 
"May I look at your wound?"  He asked.  Aragorn had to smile.  Ever the cautious Elf—he would 
not proceed with this until he knew Haldir was capable of it. 
 
Haldir sighed, but it was in good nature, and nodded to him, lowering the covers a bit.  Legolas did 
not touch him until Haldir tugged his tunic up, allowing him access to the bandages.
 
While Legolas checked him over, Aragorn returned his lips to the soft skin of the Marchwarden's 
hand.  Such deceptively delicate wrists he had, tapering into broad, flat hands with long fingers, 
also deceivingly delicate.  There was great power in those hands, immeasurable force.  Aragorn 
knew they were just as deadly as his own thick, sturdy hands—even more so.
 
"Are you going to continue kissing my hand like a loyal subject?"  Haldir's voice was soft, with a 
slightly teasing edge to it.  "Is that all you desire of me?"
 
Aragorn looked up at him, meeting dancing blue eyes and soft pink lips curled into a demure smile.  
Legolas was looking beneath the bandages now, peering at the skin beneath them.
 
"It's a good start…" Aragorn smiled in return, and moved the kisses up his wrist, onto his forearm.  
There was a very fine, whisper-soft dusting of white hair on the back of it, so soft Aragorn could 
only feel it by skimming his lips over it.  Elves were mostly hairless, though they did tend to have a 
soft, downy fuzz where a Man would normally have hair.
 
Aragorn gathered the sleeve of Haldir's tunic, pushing the loose cloth up his arm, continuing to 
leave a trail of kisses all the way up to the crook of his elbow.  There he placed another tender kiss, 
the skin softer and silkier yet there.  Glancing over at Legolas, he saw him now replacing the 
bandages, a smile dancing on his lips as he watched Aragorn.
 
"Am I fit enough then?"  Haldir asked the other Elf.  "Do I pass your inspection?"
 
"Yes…" Legolas smiled wider, carefully patting the edges of the bandage to secure it.  "Your 
wound has nearly faded to a scar already."
 
A scar that would fade within another week, Aragorn knew.  Elves did not keep scars.
 
Aragorn returned his attention to Haldir's arm, moving the tunic sleeve all the way up to his 
shoulder and the kisses to his bicep.  The muscle there was very thick and firm, giving definition to 
his upper arm.  Aragorn kissed it reverently, then was overcome with the urge to test its tautness 
with his teeth.  Reasoning that if Haldir could take a cleaving to his side and come out the better for 
it, a small bite wasn't going to hurt him, he sank his teeth just slightly into the firm flesh.
 
Haldir gave a soft gasp, and his voice came thick and husky, close to Aragorn's ear.  "Now you 
speak in my tongue…"
 
Aragorn bit down a little harder, then removed his teeth, looking down at the skin and seeing that 
he hadn't even marred it.  Just as well—he would not spoil such pristine flesh if he could help it.
 
Legolas had moved closer to Haldir, his hand now resting on his other arm, gazing down at him.  
He was waiting for permission, Aragorn knew—and when Haldir looked up at him with hazy eyes, 
half-lidded and obscured by elegant golden lashes, and gave a slight nod, Legolas leaned down and 
captured his kinsman's full, pale lips with his own.
 
Aragorn watched the two kiss in fascination, feeling a stirring deep in his belly, a spark of arousal 
that trickled downward and awoke certain parts of him.  The sight of so much golden hair, and 
pure, smooth skin, elegant features and perfect lips meeting and leaving gleaming moisture on each 
other made his heart pound and his head whirl.  It was the most beautiful sight his mortal eyes had 
ever beheld.
 
Then they were looking up at him, drawing him down to them, kissing his lips as well.  Both so 
soft, so warm and pliant.  If he closed his eyes, he could not tell which was which but from the 
angle whence the kisses came.  They both kissed him over and over, light and soft, like a tender, 
whispering breeze.  Then came a more firm, hungry kiss, and it was Legolas's lips against his own.
 
Aragorn kissed him back, parting those tender lips slightly and skimming his tongue over them, 
tasting just a hint of the sweetness that lay behind them.  Then he felt a hand in his hair, tugging 
him back from his lover and making their lips part.
 
Haldir raised his head from the pillow, lifting his face to Aragorn's.  Before Aragorn could kiss him 
though, Haldir's tongue shot out and lapped at his mouth, beseeching him to part his lips.  Aragorn 
did, his tongue sliding out to meet Haldir's in a wet caress.  Their lips did not touch, but their 
tongues sparred for a moment, struggling and desperately exploring the contours of each another.  
Haldir's taste was much the same as Legolas's, and Aragorn ended it by capturing the 
Marchwarden's tongue in his mouth for a moment, sucking at it then releasing it.
 
Haldir dropped his head against the pillow again, eyes drooping and filled with desire, wetness 
gleaming on his lips.  There was the slightest hint of pink to his porcelain cheeks, and Aragorn 
found it quite charming.
 
Legolas sat up fully, and pushed the covers down further on Haldir's body.  He gave Aragorn a 
rather wicked look, and Aragorn smiled, the two of them reaching down to find the edge of 
Haldir's tunic just above his knees, and tug it up.
 
"I wear nothing beneath this…" Haldir warned them.  "And if I am to be laid bare, you will be as 
well."
 
Aragorn grinned, indeed finding that his hand brushed bare flesh as he tugged the tunic up, along 
the side of his leg and over the curve of his hip.  The covers still rested just over his waist, but bare, 
flat stomach and muscled chest were revealed as they went—smooth, creamy, and hairless.
 
"I'll go throw the latch…" Aragorn said, rising from the bed.  He found that the stiffening in his 
breeches made it rather awkward to stand upright.
 
While Aragorn went to bar the door, Legolas sat Haldir up and tugged his tunic up over his head 
and off, revealing broad shoulders and the entire length of his powerful, graceful arms.  Aragorn 
kept looking back at them, watching the spectacle, barely able to walk as he couldn't keep his eyes 
in front of him.  He nearly ran into the door.
 
By the time he came back, Haldir was lying down again, and Legolas was kneeling on the bed over 
him, having undone the belt at his waist so he could remove his jerkin.  Aragorn watched him take 
it off, and then tug his tunic up over his head.  His body was lean and muscular, and never failed to 
arouse Aragorn's desire.  The light from the window gleamed on his smooth skin, the taut muscles 
working beneath it, the flat plane of his stomach having a very light dusting of fuzz just below his 
navel.  He was built much the same as Haldir—no doubt stemming from the fact they were both 
primarily archers.
 
"Such a beauty you are, son of Mirkwood…" Haldir's admiring eyes were on Legolas as well.  The 
covers were still pulled up just to his waist, the flat plane of his stomach slightly concave as he lay 
on his back, his navel a tempting crevice, begging Aragorn to dip his tongue into it.
 
Legolas merely smiled, as though he knew he was beautiful and simply expected others to notice it.  
His hair fell in a soft golden curtain around his shoulders, obscuring part of his chest, dusky pink 
nipples peeking out through the pale strands.  With so much beauty around him, Aragorn did not 
know where to put his hands and mouth first.
 
"And now you, Ranger…" Haldir looked up at him, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.  
"Remove your clothes."
 
It was an order, one Aragorn was happy to obey.  With a smirk, he undid his belt, working the 
leather out through the loops and letting it fall.  He began to undo his jerkin, but his attention was 
momentarily distracted as Legolas sat down on the edge of the bed and began to work a thigh-high 
boot down one of his long legs.
 
Aragorn could not resist going around the bed to help him, pulling his jerkin off and letting it drop 
to the floor as he made his way around.  Haldir sat up, watching avidly as Aragorn knelt before 
Legolas, reaching up to take the soft leather in his hands and work it down over his knee.  His 
hands skimmed the smoothness of his leggings beneath it, caressing the firm muscles through the 
fabric, taking an inordinate amount of time to fully pull the boot off.
 
Legolas sat back on his hands, smirking and looking terribly delighted.  Haldir sat behind him, 
tossing his hair out of the way and pushing Legolas's to the side as well, so he could kiss the curve 
of his graceful neck while Aragorn worked the other boot off.
 
Removing his boots stiffened Aragorn's manhood fully—Legolas had the longest, most graceful, 
powerful legs Aragorn had ever seen on a man or a woman.  Legolas spent a great deal of time with 
those beautiful legs locked around Aragorn's waist, but Aragorn liked to touch them as well—
caress them, knead the strong, taut muscles that ran the length of them, skim his fingers up and 
down his thighs.  Legolas tormented him constantly with his choice of clothing—he knew the boots 
accentuated his legs, so that's why he had taken to wearing them.
 
When they were removed, Aragorn leaned over and kissed the soft, fleshy spot at the side of 
Legolas's knee, then skimmed his mouth upwards, letting his warm breath seep through the fabric 
of his leggings to the tender flesh of his inner thighs.  Legolas made a soft sound in his throat and 
spread his knees wider, accommodating him.
 
Aragorn felt hands grasping his tunic, tugging at it and pulling it up—four hands, all eager and 
demanding.  He let them pull it up and off of him, then shivered as those same hands touched his 
bare skin, fingertips gliding over his back and arms and shoulders.  He slid his hands up to the top 
of his lover's leggings as he continued to kiss his thighs, smelling the musky scent of what lay 
beneath them as he worked his way higher.
 
Graciously Haldir helped him, urging Legolas to lift his hips so they could pull them off.  Aragorn 
sat back and worked them down his legs, stopping to touch and kiss many times along the way.  
Once released, Legolas's cock stood firm and proud, slightly pink and brushing against his belly, 
the thick tip weeping just the merest bit of clear fluid.  He had a faint dusting of downy hair around 
the base and over his balls.  Aragorn knew from experience that like the fine fuzz on Haldir's arms, 
you could only truly feel it by brushing your lips over it.
 
Once Legolas was fully revealed, that left only Aragorn with clothes on.  He caressed his Elfin 
lover's legs once more, from the smooth, fleshy tenderness of his thighs down to the exquisite 
arches of his feet, then stood and began to unlace his trousers.
 
Two beautiful, bare Elves lay against each other, gazing up at him with sparkling, sultry eyes, 
hands idly caressing and exploring each other's pristine flesh.  Aragorn longed to pull the covers 
down and see Haldir as Legolas lay now, bare and wanton, for he could see the thick outline of 
Haldir's cock beneath the coverlet.  But Haldir was teasing, and he would reveal nothing until 
Aragorn did as well.
 
Aragorn pushed his boots off and his trousers down, his own body such a contrast to theirs—dark, 
covered with thick, dark hair, his cock a bit longer and thicker and springing from a thick thatch of 
dark curls.  His skin bore faded scars and the remnants of fresh wounds, and his skin was not as 
even, creamy, or unblemished as theirs.  All this would have made him feel self-conscious, if 
Legolas did not seem to take such delight in it.  He was fascinated by their differences and often 
spent long sessions exploring the ways in which their bodies contrasted.  He only hoped that Haldir 
would feel the same.
 
Haldir did indeed seem curious, sitting up a bit and looking him over.
 
"Have you never seen a Man naked before?"  Legolas asked him, sounding genuinely inquisitive.
 
"No…" Haldir's eyes still roamed Aragorn's body, settling on his cock for a moment.  "Though 
Elrond is a bit like this…not as covered with hair, but somewhat the same…"
 
Aragorn chuckled softly, feeling a slight heat growing in his cheeks.  He had never been so intently 
stared at, even by Legolas.  But he stood still, letting Haldir look, glad the light in his eyes was not 
one of disgust, but a mixture of arousal and curiosity.
 
Finally, Haldir nodded slightly, as though giving his approval.  "He is a fine specimen."
 
Aragorn smiled wider, and moved to kneel on the bed.  "I'm glad you approve, Marchwarden…"
 
As he had been anxious to do, Aragorn leaned down now and dipped his tongue into the tempting 
crevice of Haldir's navel.  The Elf gave a soft gasp, his stomach pulling in at the touch.  Aragorn 
swirled his tongue around in it, then around the rim, leaving a sheen of wetness on his smooth skin.
 
He felt Legolas shift, moving over to Haldir's other side.  Aragorn nuzzled and kissed at Haldir's 
stomach, moving downward to where the covers hid their precious treasure, feeling the light fuzz 
that led downward in a thin trail tickle over his lips.
 
"The hair on your face is a strange sensation on my skin…" Haldir's voice was thick with desire.  
"But a pleasant one."
 
Aragorn smiled against the Elf's flesh, and rubbed the growth on his chin against him indulgently.  
Haldir shuddered and gave a soft gasp, his fingers curling in the sheet next to Aragorn's head.
 
Aragorn glanced up before moving any lower, and saw that Legolas had stretched out on his side 
next to Haldir, pressed fully to his un-wounded side, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and kissing 
his throat.  Haldir was looking down at Aragorn, a delicate tremble catching his lips for a moment.
 
Aragorn reached for the edge of the covers and tugged them down, at last revealing the Elf's most 
beautiful asset—a long, impressively thick cock that arched toward his belly, a bit deeper pink than 
Legolas's, and the fuzz around the base a bit thicker.  Aragorn leaned down and nuzzled it, finding 
it just as soft.  The musky scent of his groin was a bit sharper than Legolas's, but just as tempting 
and arousing.
 
He could feel Haldir trembling beneath him, and hear his soft gasps drifting down to him.  Those 
gasps grew louder and quicker, then transformed into a low moan as Aragorn began to kiss from 
the base of his shaft upward, ending with a long, smooth stroke of his tongue to the leaking tip.
 
As he slid his mouth over the firm, thick head, swirling his tongue around the groove where it 
connected to the shaft, he used his hands to caress anything he could reach—Haldir's quivering 
stomach, the inviting curve of Legolas's hip, both pairs of thighs tender and silken.  One set of 
sighs became two, two bodies warm and squirming against his, Legolas's leg sliding over to drape 
over Aragorn's shoulder and caress his heel up and down his spine.
 
Aragorn took Haldir's length deeper, his tongue caressing the underside, the head skimming over 
the roof of his mouth as he slowly bobbed his head.  He felt Haldir's fingers tangling in his hair, 
caressing and rubbing, then gripping it firmly, holding him steady to his task.
 
He felt a hand on his where it rested on Haldir's lower belly, a hand that could only be Legolas's 
given the angle from whence it came.  This was confirmed a second later, when his hand was led to 
the thick, warm length of his lover's shaft, nimble fingers wrapping his around it and encouraging 
him to squeeze, which he did, making a slow up and down movement that matched the progress of 
his mouth on Haldir.
 
The soft murmuring sighs and moans drifting down to him, combined with the feel of hot silken 
flesh in both his hand and mouth, was making Aragorn's cock positively ache.  He was careful not 
to rub himself against the sheets, lest he finish before he even started.  He could feel Legolas's heel, 
digging harder into his spine as he rubbed, his muscles growing tense and his skin damp.
 
Aragorn would have gladly saw Haldir to completion, and swallowed down the rich fluid that burst 
from him, but Haldir urged him to stop with a firm tug at his hair before that could happen.
 
Aragorn lifted his head and looked up at him, Haldir's cock wet and quivering beneath his chin, 
flushed a deeper pink so it was almost red.  Haldir was looking down at him with a rather 
unfocused gaze, roses blooming darkly along his cheekbones.
 
"It is too good…" Haldir said in a shuddering whisper.  "And the caress of that hair against such 
sensitive parts is maddening…"
 
Aragorn smiled, looking up at Legolas, who lay with his head against Haldir's shoulder, his eyes 
unfocused as well and cheeks gone pink.  His lips trembled against the curve of Haldir's collarbone 
as he stared down at Aragorn, his hips shifting slightly so his cock slid through the circle of 
Aragorn's hand once more.  His palm was now slick with Legolas's arousal and the movement was 
smooth and easy.
 
"Perhaps you need something else…" Aragorn removed his hand from Legolas, eliciting a pained 
moan and a dig of his heel into his back.  "Turn him onto his good side, Legolas."
 
Legolas raised a questioning eyebrow, then a sudden smile curled his lips.  As if he could read 
Aragorn's mind, he sat up and gave him a knowing smirk, then urged Haldir to roll onto his side.
 
"What are you doing?"  Haldir inquired, as he obediently rolled over.  He was looking curiously 
down at Aragorn.
 
"Giving you even greater pleasure…" Aragorn murmured, shifting around to Haldir's back, 
caressing his hand over the swell of his hip.  He kept himself low on the bed, and Legolas slipped 
down to join him, the two of them at his waist now.
 
"What are you…ai!"  Haldir gasped and arched his back as Legolas dipped his head down and 
licked along the length of his turgid shaft.  Aragorn smiled and leaned over as well, nestling his 
face into the curve of Haldir lower back and placing a firm kiss there.  Haldir jumped a bit at that as 
well, a sudden stream of Elvish words spilling from his lips that Aragorn only caught a few of—
something about great pleasure and them being the death of him.
 
"You are stronger and more resilient than that…" Aragorn murmured against his skin.  "We have 
seen it takes a great deal to kill you…"
 
"Yes, and you are trying to find it…" Haldir complained in a rather breathy voice.
 
Legolas took over where Aragorn had left off, sliding his mouth down over the thick length of 
Haldir's cock.  Aragorn spared a moment to watch the lovely sight—he enjoyed watching Legolas 
use his mouth on him in moments of intimacy, but he had never seen him with another.  The sight 
of one Elf giving another Elf such pleasure gave his already rock-solid length another jolt that made 
him moan aloud.
 
Reasoning that watching for too long would make him lose control, Aragorn tore his eyes away and 
set about his own task.  Kissing down over Haldir's tailbone, he cupped the firm, fleshy globes of 
his ass in his hands, giving them a squeeze, then parting them so he could slide his tongue down the 
cleft between them.
 
Haldir gave a sort of tittering shriek as Aragorn passed the tip of his tongue over the tiny opening 
that lay nestled between his cheeks.  Aragorn urged him to bend his upper leg a bit and lift it to give 
him better access, moving it to drape over Legolas's shoulder.  Legolas's hands slipped around, 
gripping the globes of Haldir's ass and helping Aragorn part them more, Aragorn's own hands 
seeking to pleasure Haldir as well—one caressed the sweat-damp skin of his back, while the other 
slid under to fondle the hot, heavy weight of his balls.
 
Aragorn found the small orifice delightfully tight and warm as he wiggled his tongue into it, 
pushing past the firm ring of muscle that endeavored to keep him out.  Haldir was squirming, his 
breath coming in quick pants, and Aragorn could feel Legolas's movements as well, working his 
head vigorously up and down as he sucked.  Aragorn slid the hand between Haldir's legs higher, so 
he could wrap his fingers around the base of his cock and give it a tight squeeze, preventing too 
quick a release.  Legolas's spit slicked his fingers as he gripped it, and he could feel the occasional 
brush of his lips as he made a downward stroke.
 
"You are positively delicious…" Aragorn informed the writhing Marchwarden between gentle licks 
to his quivering orifice.  "I'm going to enjoy this immensely…"
 
Haldir was now clearly swearing in Elvish, his body tense and skin growing hotter and slicker.  
Aragorn pushed his tongue as deep into him as he could get it and wetted him generously, before 
stiffening the appendage and giving him a swift, shallow fucking with it.  He could feel the base of 
his shaft pulsing in his fingers, and squeezed it tighter, not letting his orgasm escape.
 
"Aragorn!"  Haldir yelped, and it sounded desperate, so very unlike the warrior's usual tone.  
Aragorn attempted to soothe him by withdrawing his tongue and moving it in slow, caressing 
circles around the rim of his now wet and pliant hole, but as expected, this seemed to do nothing to 
abate his passion.  Aragorn was enjoying this blissful torture greatly.
 
Haldir continued on in a gush of jumbled Elvish, pleading for both respite and for them to continue.  
Aragorn propped himself up a bit, bringing his other hand down and teasing a finger over the wet 
opening, feeling it clench a bit.  He watched Legolas still using his mouth on the other Elf, his eyes 
closed and face contorted in a blissful expression as he moved swiftly and fluidly.  With Aragorn's 
hand in the position it was, Haldir's balls rested in his palm.  He could feel every clench of muscle, 
every quiver and throb.  If Aragorn were to release his grip, Haldir would burst immediately into 
Legolas's mouth in a hot, thick flood.
 
Aragorn probed at Haldir's wet, slightly stretched entrance with his finger, pushing gently at it and 
looking for some give.  At first he found none, but Haldir was growing desperately close to release, 
and his muscles were starting to relax back there.  Finally, the resistance gave way, and Aragorn 
sunk his finger in clear to the second knuckle with one movement.
 
Haldir let out a shocked, pleasured wail, and Aragorn felt his balls clench in his hand.  He squeezed 
tightly around the base of his throbbing shaft, and though he began to orgasm, it prevented the fluid 
from escaping.  Haldir shuddered and jerked between them, his inner muscles clamping down hard 
on Aragorn's finger.  Legolas slid his mouth off him, replacing it with swift, up and down 
movements of his hand.  He smirked up at Aragorn, for he could see he was preventing Haldir from 
releasing the contents of his swollen balls.  The result would be that Haldir would experience a 
blissful orgasm, but afterwards still be quite hard and in need of further release.  Aragorn had 
learned this exquisite game from Legolas himself—he had once brought Aragorn to six consecutive 
orgasms without release, and when he finally was allowed to come properly, the sensation actually 
rendered him unconscious for a few seconds.
 
Aragorn waited until the shudders in Haldir's body subsided and the pulsing of his shaft quieted, 
before carefully and slowly releasing his grip.  A bit of thick white fluid trickled from the tip of his 
cock and dripped onto his hip, but no more.
 
"You do seek to kill me!"  Haldir was panting, his voice still having a desperate edge.  "What have 
you done to me!  I feel as though I haven't spent at all!"
 
"You haven't, really…" Aragorn kept his finger buried inside him, feeling his inner muscles still 
twitching.  "And you'll not until we let you."
 
Legolas slid up Haldir's body, muffling the Marchwarden's agonized moans with his lips.  Aragorn 
watched them, wiggling his finger inside Haldir a bit, sending a volley of shudders through him.  
He began to move it slowly in and out, loosening the tense muscles within.
 
Legolas pressed his rigid cock to Haldir's and began to rub.  Haldir rubbed back, hips working 
pleadingly.  It was a beautiful sight, and Aragorn propped himself up a bit more, so he could lean 
over and taste them.
 
They both squirmed as he licked one, then the other.  He lapped at the sticky, delicious fluid that 
leaked from the tips, and along the thick, quivering shafts, nuzzling and nipping and breathing in 
their musky scent.  Legolas tilted his hips a bit and Aragorn took him in his mouth, sucking him 
slowly and smoothly and hearing keening moans drift down to him.  Then he did the same to 
Haldir.
 
Aragorn continued the licking and sucking of both in turn as he probed deeper into Haldir's ass, 
gradually increasing the pace of his in and out movements until Haldir was jerking back to meet 
them.  When Aragorn felt him ready, he worked a second in, the passage tighter with it but Haldir's 
moans growing even more intense.
 
"I think he desires you inside…" Legolas said breathily.  "Impale him, my love…"
 
Aragorn pushed deep into Haldir with his two fingers, caressing the firm little bulge he found there, 
making him jerk and give a little shout.  "I would like nothing more…"
 
He withdrew his fingers slowly, and Haldir was trembling, sheened with sweat and panting softly 
against Legolas's shoulder.  Aragorn crawled up behind him, molding himself to his back, careful 
not to touch the bandage on his side.  He nestled his cock into the cleft of his ass, slick with sweat 
and saliva, and groaned at how good just that felt.
 
"Please…" Haldir murmured, pressing back against him.  "I beg of you…a favor?"
 
Aragorn nuzzled the back of his neck, nudging his hair aside and kissing, tasting the salt of his 
sweat.  "Yes my friend…what is it?"
 
"Do not release inside me…" Haldir's voice was breathy and trembling.  "I prefer that privilege be 
reserved for another…"
 
Aragorn's lips curled into a soft smile, and he caressed Haldir's arm, saying softly, "I promise 
you…I will not take Lord Elrond's exclusive honor…"
 
Haldir relaxed a bit, sighing softly.  "Thank you…" Aragorn saw a tender smile on Legolas's lips.
 
Aragorn shifted against Haldir, reaching down to grip his cock and guide it into him.  He murmured 
softly in Haldir's ear, his breath caressing along the delicate curve of it.  "I have long desired and 
admired you…I treat you with the greatest of respect in doing this…"
 
Haldir made a soft sound of approval, and whispered back, "Then honor me, Man of Gondor…"
 
Aragorn pressed against the slick opening between his cheeks, and with a firm push, found himself 
slipping inside.  He was exquisitely tight and hot, and Aragorn thought he was going to come 
undone before he was even all the way in.
 
Haldir wailed in earnest, and Legolas slid his hand down to grip Haldir's member, stroking it 
swiftly, the muscles in his arm flexing.  Aragorn reached over and caressed his lover's hip and 
thighs as he pushed himself fully up into Haldir, producing another ragged wail from him.  Aragorn 
had to still himself for a moment, feeling his balls clench and preparing to slide out so he wouldn't 
release inside him.  But the feeling passed and he regained his composure, drawing a shuddering 
breath as he started to carefully rock back and forth inside him.
 
Legolas removed his hand from Haldir, reaching around to grip Aragorn's hip and squeeze his ass, 
encouraging him to thrust.  He did, slowly and carefully at first, then a bit harder as Haldir began to 
relax.  Haldir's moans grew in intensity, and he slid his hand down to grip Legolas, pumping the 
other Elf in his fist.
 
Aragorn reached over to help him, closing his hand over Haldir's on Legolas's cock as he stroked 
him, Aragorn's breath coming heavy and hard against Haldir's shoulder as he started pounding into 
him.  Legolas was moaning softly, gazing into Aragorn's eyes over Haldir's shoulder, and Aragorn 
held the gaze, letting him see how intensely pleasurable it was being inside him.
 
Haldir finally lost all dignity and grace, and began slamming his hips back against Aragorn, 
begging shamelessly for more.  They both kissed him, and Aragorn flicked his tongue against the 
tip of his ear as Legolas sucked on the lobe.  The effect was incredible, seeming to light up Haldir's 
entire body, making him jerk and squirm wildly between them.
 
Legolas finally dropped his head on the pillow next to Haldir, his eyes fluttering and breath coming 
in short pants.  His cheeks were flushed, his body tense, and Aragorn could tell by his demeanor 
that he was close to release.  Aragorn stilled Haldir's movements on Legolas's cock and took both 
of them in his hand, exerting as firm a grip as he could with such a handful and fisting them both at 
once.
 
Legolas squirmed and whimpered, draping his leg over their writhing hips and locking it tight 
around them.  Aragorn murmured encouragement, trying to take his mind from his own building 
release so he would not accidentally fill Haldir with it.
 
"Yes…melethron nín…" Aragorn panted to Legolas, the feel of Haldir's hot, squirming flesh and 
the incredible tight heat around his cock sending him into heights of ecstasy that cleared his mind 
of all but sensation.  "Find your pleasure…spill for us…" he tightened his grip around their pulsing 
cocks and worked them harder.
 
Legolas gasped, his eyes fluttering until only the whites showed, his lips parting in a nearly pained 
snarl as Aragorn felt his cock begin to jerk, then a warm gush over his hand.  It slicked his 
movements, and splattered both Legolas and Haldir's bellies.  Legolas was simply beautiful in 
orgasm, and Aragorn watched the blissful expression on his face as he spilled copiously, 
christening all of them with the precious, nearly shimmering iridescent fluid.
 
Haldir seemed to completely snap at the feel of Legolas's release hitting his skin.  He shrieked and 
squirmed, one hand flying up to grip the oak headboard above him as though for support.  Aragorn 
felt him clenching and pulsing around his cock, and his member jerking almost violently in his 
hand, then another warm rush.  Haldir's body shivered and trembled hard, quaking against 
Aragorn's.
 
Haldir's release seemed endless—he came and came, spurt after spurt, his shudders becoming 
outright convulsions.  Aragorn wondered if he always came so hard, or if it was just because of 
how they had tortured him.  Legolas was moaning in delight, helping Aragorn stroke it out of him, 
flooding over their hands.
 
Aragorn was actually glad when it stopped, and Haldir relaxed into a panting, sweaty, quivering 
heap against him.  He slid out of him quickly, trying to hold back, and just barely made it before he 
started to come.
 
Legolas was swift, somehow making it over top Haldir's body and pressing Aragorn onto his back 
before the second spurt could escape him.  He gripped Aragorn in his hand, jerking him hard and 
milking it out of him, lowering his head to catch the rest of it in his mouth, his tongue out and 
deftly catching the pearly streams of fluid.  Aragorn swore and squirmed and called out to every 
deity he had ever known, writhing beneath the Elf as he saw him through a shuddering, soul-
rending release.
 
When he finished, Aragorn slumped back against the bed, panting, his cock twitching in Legolas's 
still-moving hand.  Legolas gazed up at him, licking his lips, and Aragorn was not surprised to see 
that he hadn't missed a drop.  The only bit he hadn't gotten was what hit Haldir's lower back when 
he first pulled out.  Legolas sprung over to lick this up as well, eliciting a surprised gasp from 
Haldir.  Then Legolas rolled the Marchwarden onto his back and proceeded to clean up the mixture 
of his own and Haldir's release from the other Elf's sticky belly and groin.  Haldir gave soft, 
satisfied groans as he did so.
 
Aragorn lay there catching his breath and watching, smiling lazily at the two of them and reaching 
down to stroke Legolas's hair.  For the first time in some days, Aragorn felt relaxed and peaceful, 
wholly in charge of himself again.
 
"I will have to properly thank my love when I return to Rivendell…" Haldir murmured.  "He is 
most gracious."
 
Aragorn smiled wider, and placed a light kiss on the Marchwarden's shoulder.  "And we thank 
you…for everything you did for us…"
 
Legolas finished with his clean-up, and slid up on the other side of Haldir, carefully draping an arm 
and leg over him and nuzzling his shoulder.   They were such a vision together.
 
"My only regret is I allowed an Orc to get advantage over me…" Haldir gave his sulky look again, 
reaching down to touch the bandages on his side.  "Next time, they will not be so lucky…"
 
Aragorn chuckled, and draped an arm over him as well, reaching over and caressing his hand up 
and down Legolas's side.  "Hopefully, there won't be a next time."
 
"We all know there will be…" Haldir closed his eyes, quite disheveled now but still looking rather 
elegant and smug.  His cheeks were slightly pink and hair a tangle on the pillow beneath him, but 
nothing of his haughty demeanor was missing.  "But for the moment, let's enjoy the peace…"
 
Aragorn nodded and smiled, looking over at Legolas, who smiled as well, his eyes shining with 
true happiness, and then he closed them and just nuzzled Haldir a bit, still smiling and looking 
blissful.
 
Aragorn closed his eyes as well, thinking this was as close to perfect as a man like him could get—
and he was grateful.
 
~*~*~
 
Sometime later, Aragorn slipped from the bed, leaving two sleeping Elves entangled with each 
other, bedclothes around their waists and bare limbs interlocked.  He gave them each a soft kiss 
before rising, making Legolas stir slightly, and got out of bed.
 
Pulling on his tunic and trousers, he made himself presentable, stopping to gaze at them one more 
time before quietly leaving the room.  His belly was rumbling and he went in search of food—
hoping to find the Lady Eowyn to lead him to the kitchens, though part of him was reluctant to see 
her.  Surely the joy of how he had spent his day shone in his eyes, and the scent of sex still clung to 
his skin.  He did not want to break her fragile ideal of him.
 
He looked for her, but in vain—she was not with her uncle, nor in the main hall, nor anywhere else 
he usually saw her.  Finally he thought he might inquire elsewhere the way to the kitchens, and 
attempt to cook something himself—for though he could roast a deer or rabbit on a spit over a fire, 
when it came to pans and dishes he was lost.  Too bad none of the hobbits were with him.
 
Just as he was about to find someone else to help him, he stumbled upon Eowyn in one of the 
rooms off the main hall.  To his surprise, he found her with Gimli, the two of them sitting on a low 
couch, nestled in each other's arms.
 
She gasped when she saw him, quickly springing to her feet, her cheeks coloring.  Gimli suddenly 
became quite flustered as well.
 
"Pardon me…" Aragorn touched his hand to his chest and bowed his head respectfully—and also 
to hide the grin that threatened to break out on his face.  "I was just wondering the way to the 
kitchens…I did not mean to disturb you My Lady, Master Dwarf…"
 
"The kitchens!"  Eowyn wrung her hands, stuttering out her words and not looking directly at him.  
"Oh yes…um…yes…down that hall behind you, and to the left…and um…down the stairs…"
 
She finally managed to spit out the directions, and he bowed to her again, still trying desperately to 
hold back his smile.  "Thank you My Lady…I'll find them from here…"
 
He turned and left the room, grinning hugely to himself and chuckling, heading in the direction she 
had sent him.  As he turned down a hall, he heard someone coming up behind him, and a gruff 
voice spoke out.
 
"Aragorn!"
 
He turned, still grinning, and saw Gimli there, still looking rather flustered.  "Yes, Gimli?"
 
"I…" he seemed to be having a hard time with his words as well.  "That is…Lady Eowyn and I…"
 
Aragorn held up a hand.  "No need to explain Gimli…love chooses its master…we cannot control 
it."
 
Gimli looked a bit relieved at that, but still rather shook up.  He spoke hastily.  "I just did not want 
you to think I was…that I couldn't keep my mind on the task at hand!  It won't interfere with the 
work I must do…"
 
Aragorn grinned.  "Of course it won't…" he nodded to Gimli.  "Now if you'll excuse me, I've had 
quite a day…I need some food in me."
 
Gimli gave him an assenting grunt, and Aragorn turned back down the hallway, smiling to himself 
as he headed toward the kitchens.  It had indeed been quite a day. 
 
 
 
 THE END