Title: Passions Part One Author: James Author's Email: IvyofLasgalen@yahoo.com Pairings: Legolas/Aragorn/Gimli Rating: NC-17 Summary: Let's get an NC-17 Legolas/Gimli/Aragorn story going. What really happened tracking the Uruks! Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. Tolkien does. Authors Note: This is my first fic in slash. So please be helpful in criticism. Reviews welcomed. This is a fic thought up by Amy. Sorry it’s taken so long for a response. Passions Gimli awoke to the sounds of muted moans and whispered elvish. He held still for a moment as he tried to place his surroundings. They were in a cave. Aragorn, Legolas, and he had stopped for the night on their third day of chasing the Uruk Hai that held Merry and Pippin. Legolas had claimed watch saying that mortals needed more sleep than he. It was true as both he and Aragorn were nearly falling with exhaustion while the elf looked as always unaffected. Another soft moan broke Gimli’s thoughts and his eyes darted sound the cave searching for the source. His eyes widened in shock. Aragorn and Legolas stood several feet away locked in a passionate embrace. The elf was crushed against the man’s frame as Aragorn roughly claimed a kiss from the elvish prince. Gimli could only watch startled at the man’s aggressiveness. Aragorn had always shown a relaxed side towards the members of the Fellowship. The fierce side he was showing Gimli had only seen when Aragorn was battling orcs. He was also surprised at the elf compliancy for he rarely showed any weaknesses. The more rational part of Gimli’s mind spoke up then. He shouldn’t be watching. He knew that some warriors at times took comfort in the arms of another warrior. It’s just he had never expected it from either Aragorn or Legolas. The familiar way they touched each other made Gimli suspect that this was not the first time for either of them. Gimli couldn’t break his gaze as Aragorn moved his hands to the elf’s jerkin. The man nearly tore the delicate fasteners his eyes dark with barely contained lust. The elf was hastily divested until he stood only in his gray leggings. Aragorn stopped for a minute admiring the elf. Gimli felt a surge of lust race straight through him. By Aule the elf was beautiful. His skin was a soft glowing ivory and his hair was like gold as it fell loosely down his back. His shoulders tapered into a flat stomach and narrow hips. The elf was not as heavy in the body as the man, having a slim build with the softly defined muscles of a warrior. The elf murmured something in his own language. Aragorn growled grabbing the elf by the hips and pulling him against him. Legolas’ hands came to rest on those on his hips but he made no move to pull away. Instead Legolas arched up against the man as Aragorn buried his head in the elf’s neck. Gimli bit his lip to stifle his own moan at the sight. Aragorn’s hands ran constantly over the elf’s ribs and stomach to come up the smooth back. Legolas made a noise much like the purr of a great cat as his lithe body twisted in the man’s arms. Pale hands made their way under the heavy shirt, skimming over the hot flesh, before yanking the cloth over Aragorn’s head. Gimli was a dwarf and a craftsman and therefore recognized perfection and beauty, and that is what was before him. That is what the elf was beauty and perfection. But as a craftsman he could also see the beauty in a flaw. That was Aragorn. Aragorn was a man and therefore not perfect and there was beauty in that. Perfect and flawed. Light and Dark. Two people should not look so good together. Aragorn growled grabbing the slim wrists in one hand pinning them together. Legolas made a mewl of displeasure but did not fight. Aragorn’s other hand caressed the elf through his breeches watching at the elf’s eyelids flutter at the light contact. The man smiled through narrowed eyes as he watched the expressions flit across Legolas’ face. In an abrupt move Aragorn hooked the elf around the ankle pushing him back at the same time. Legolas fell with a startled yelp landing on Aragorn’s bedroll. He glared up at the man but Aragorn laughed leaning down to cover the slender body under him. His hands worked on the ties of the elf’s pants then hooked in the waistband slowly drawing them down the smooth legs. Gimli could only watch in wonder as his breath caught in his throat. Aragorn took the elf’s sex in his hand and Legolas moaned at the contact. He stroked the elf’s cock a few times before taking him into his mouth. Aragorn’s hands rested on the elf’s hips keeping him down. Gimli gritted his teeth as he laid back on his bedroll listening to the fevered sounds of Legolas’ rising passions and the wet suckling sounds Aragorn was producing. He was positively shaking when Legolas shrieked his release. Gimli quaked with suppresses emotion as he tried to talk himself back into sleep. He would not think thought like that. He would not spy on his companions. He would not- A pair of warms lips pressed down gently on his causing him to give a startled yelp as he pushed his assailant away. Startled brown eyes met blue. The elf was slightly settled over him his head tilted in curiosity. Gimli reddened seeing that the Prince was still very naked. Pale hair cascaded around them creating a curtain. The perfumed smell of new leaves assaulted him at Legolas’ nearness. He could only lay immobile and in shock as long fingers danced in his beard. Coming out of his daze he caught the hands under his own. Legolas blinked a frown marring his brow as he looked at Gimli in puzzlement. “Do you not want this Gimli?” The dwarf opened his mouth but found himself incoherent. He peered through the golden curtain to find Aragorn sitting on his bedroll watching. The man did not look disturbed in the least. He was brought back to shattering attention as skillful fingers caressed him through his breeches. The elf grinned mimicking his earlier action again. “You did not think we would not include you on this nights activities, did you?”