Title: Aniron  
Author (including email):Louise (louise_strange@hotmail.com)  
Pairing(s):Aragorn/Legolas  
Rating:NC-17  
Summary:Legolas is lustful in Lothlorien. Pure fluff/smut.  
Disclaimer: Not mine. All Tolkien's/PJ's. Don't sue :)  
Warning:None  
Authors Note: My first ever fic, so feedback would be much 
appreciated! Also, all text in *".."* is supposed to be in 
Elvish and, for the purpose of this fic, Arwen doesn't 
exist.  
 
 
Aniron.  
 
The leaves of Lothlorien calmed him after the shock of what 
came to pass in the Mines of Moria.  The fellowship rested 
whilst Legolas strolled in the Golden Forest, leaves 
caressing his hands, his cheeks, like velvety feathers, as 
he settled by a tall tree and rested his weary head against 
the comforting bark.  
 
The fellowship was now broken and the journey was likely to 
become more arduous before the end. Legolas feared that he 
would lose more of his companions along the way.  He did 
not know if his Elven heart could cope with such grief. He 
thought of Aragorn’s insistence that they move on, what 
seemed like too soon after Gandalf’s departure, and now he 
realised why.  Lothlorien was the safest place for them 
now, probably the safest they would encounter on the whole 
of this adventure, and he knew that Aragorn’s elven 
upbringing had made some impact upon him.  He realised now 
that Aragorn was concerned for him as much as he was for 
the Hobbits. The man knew that Legolas needed the familiar 
comfort of the calm forest before he could rest.  
 
Legolas let his mind settle on thoughts of the man.  For a 
man he was, there was no mistaking that, but so elf like in 
his ways.  It was an all too becoming combination of 
characteristics and Legolas had felt himself drawn to him 
in the past, when Aragorn was a mere boy, but Legolas had 
never allowed himself, with all his years, to act on his 
impulses. Young as he was for an elf, he was old by 
comparison to the young man and would not take advantage. 
And now with the task at hand, the concerns of the 
fellowship weighing heavy on all their minds, such 
inappropriate thoughts of lust were quickly pushed to the 
side.  
 
Legolas closed his eyes to find a vision of Aragorn there, 
a fully grown man as he is now, and Legolas thought that it 
would do no harm to allow himself a small indulgence of his 
desire, just this once.  
 
His mind’s vision of Aragorn was vivid.  Legolas could see 
the intense blue-green of his eyes, see each of the stubbly 
hairs on the mans face, as his imaginary hand reached out 
to touch the rough surface of his jaw line.  Legolas 
imagined kissing Aragorn, imagined the scratchy texture of 
his face against his own smooth one, and as his imaginary 
lips kissed the man, Legolas allowed his real hand to 
wander beneath the waist of his leggings and stroke his 
already straining erection. He imagined how the weight of 
the mans body would feel pressed close to his slight elven 
frame. Imagined the delicious friction his own hand was 
causing as it brushed his cock was caused by Aragorn’s 
strong, calloused fingers. He even imagined he could smell 
the scent of the man, not strong or unpleasant, but the 
distinctive smell of a man that his memory held, so 
different was it to the scent of elves.  So vivid, this 
fantasy seemed, Legolas couldn’t stop a small moan escaping 
from his lips.  
 
“Aragorn…” he sighed, letting his teeth drag along the 
surface of his soft bottom lip as his hand, the imaginary 
hand of Aragorn, worked magic beneath his clothing.  
 
“Legolas”.  A whispered word, almost tentative, his 
imagination, of course, but it didn’t seem to fit quite as 
it should in his fantasy and it upset the rhythm of his 
fingers.  
 
“Legolas..?” Questioning this time, louder, more definite, 
the sound of his name brought the movement of his hand to a 
stop and he opened his eyes, afraid of what he might see.  
 
Aragorn, of course it was.  Just as he had looked in 
Legolas’ fantasy, which made it all the more embarrassing.  
Legolas instantly, and as swiftly as only an elf could, 
withdrew his hand from his leggings and stood, not quite 
knowing where to look.  
 
“Nay, Legolas, do not move…I didn’t mean to startle you, or 
to stop you…I apologise for this disturbance, I..” Aragorn 
spoke quickly and nervously and seemed as embarrassed as 
Legolas felt.  
 
“What is the matter?” Legolas asked, trying to regain his 
usual composure and hopefully forget this shameful 
situation.  
 
Aragorn didn’t answer, but looked at the ground instead.  
Legolas had never seen the man act in such an unusual way.  
 
“What has happened Aragorn, why do you seek me?”  
 
“I am sorry, Legolas…there was no reason, I sought your 
company, that is all.  I intruded where I should not…stayed 
when I should have gone, but when I heard my name I 
thought…I dared to think…” Aragorn, speaking softly and 
unsurely again, trailed off.  
 
Legolas was shocked by what the man said.  How long had he 
been standing there?  He had seen him pleasure himself with 
Aragorn’s name on his lips, but had not retreated, nor 
acted in anger.  He replied, Legolas remembered.  The 
whispers of his name had not been in his mind, they had 
come from the real Aragorn as he stood and watched.  
 
Legolas took small steps towards Aragorn, “Continue, 
please…Why did you stay? Why did you respond when I spoke 
of you?”  
 
“Legolas…”, the man spoke with almost a sigh of relief and 
smiled.  “I was enchanted by such a beautiful sight, it was 
wrong of me to watch, but…I was bewildered when I heard my 
name”.  
 
“You are not angry at me, my friend?” Legolas asked in 
quiet disbelief, unable to stop a small from smile playing 
on his lips, although he was unsure why.  
 
“Nay Legolas, never could I be angry at the sight of such 
beauty in the throes of hidden passion…I could but imagine 
such a sight before” Aragorn’s words were heavy with 
meaning.  Was Legolas to believe that he had not been alone 
in his desire?  
 
“Aragorn, have you also though of me in such a way? Do not 
deceive me to spare my feelings…”  
 
“Never, Legolas, I would never deceive you.  You have 
rarely been far from my thoughts since first we met…” As he 
spoke, Aragorn lifted his hand to stroke the elf’s smooth 
jawline.  
 
Legolas had all the information he needed now to be 
unafraid of embarrassing himself further.  He placed his 
hands on the mans shoulders and drew him near, kissing him 
hungrily.  Aragorn responded with equal desire, and Legolas 
was relieved and excited by the passion of the man in front 
of him. He placed a bracing hand on the back of Aragorn’s 
head and allowed his fingers to become entangled in the 
slightly damp hair as he rhythmically pumped his tongue in 
and out of Aragorn’s mouth, eager to taste, to remember 
each texture and sensation.  
 
Aragorn pushed them both forward and they fell clumsily 
onto the soft grass.  He now lay atop the elf, who was 
smiling beneath him, his eyes twinkling wildly in the 
starlight. Legolas shifted his hips slightly and felt the 
bulge of the mans cock against his own, and it took all the 
concentration he could muster not just to thrust into the 
man and lose himself in that moment.  
 
“I have dreamt of this moment more often than I care to 
remember, Estel” Legolas addressed him by his elvish name, 
the one he had first known him by.  Aragorn responded by 
kissing him roughly and Legolas moaned into his mouth as he 
felt the softness of his tongue coupled with the harsh 
texture of the mans stubble on his face.  
 
*“My fair Prince, I never imagined your interests would lie 
with a mere man, or I would have acted sooner”* Aragorn 
whispered into Legolas’ ear in the elvish language, 
responding to Legolas’ use of his elvish name,  allowing 
his tongue to leave a moist trail along the elf’s jawline.  
 
Legolas responded by grasping at the mans clothing, “I 
would have you lie naked with me, Estel,” he breathed 
seductively as his lovers soft lips and stubbled face 
caused unimaginable sensations on his the softness of his 
neck as once again his erection pressed against Aragorn’s 
maddeningly through too many layers of clothing.  “I wish 
to feast my eyes upon your flesh”.  
 
*”As you wish, my love”* Aragorn responded in elvish before 
removing himself from Legolas and quickly ridding himself 
of his waistcoat and tunic, and starting awkwardly on the 
fastenings of his breeches.  
 
“Allow me, Estel” Legolas spoke, and rose from his grassy 
bed.  He knelt before Aragorn on the grass, who now fell 
still, arms at his sides as Legolas reached to the 
fastenings of the breaches, where he could see and feel the 
shape of Aragorn’s straining cock through the fabric.  He 
allowed his fingers to linger on the bulge for a short 
while and Aragorn’s eyes flickered shut and he failed to 
hold in a moan of pleasure. A wicked smile played on the 
elf’s lips.  
 
“Please, Legolas, do not torture me so…” Aragorn pleaded as 
he reached for the elf’s leggings, only to be swiftly 
batted away.  
 
*“Patience, my love”* Legolas spoke in his native tongue, 
and he slowly began to untie the fastenings on the mans 
breeches.  As he did so, he bent forward and kissed the 
man, more slowly this time, as his fingers worked deftly on 
the ties and he slowly slid the breeches down to the mans 
knees.  
 
“Stand up, Estel” he instructed, and Aragorn complied, 
shakily getting to his feet and allowing Legolas to remove 
his boots and breeches so that he stood completely naked in 
front of him in the cool night.  
 
*”You are more beautiful than I could have hoped”* Legolas 
whispered as reached behind the man to cup his firm 
buttocks in his hands.  Aragorn sighed as he did this, and 
Legolas pressed his lips against the mans torso, drawing 
lazy circles with his tongue, savouring the salty taste of 
sweat on his skin and taking in the heady scent of the man, 
as he had in his fantasy.  He consciously avoided contact 
with his cock, which bobbed upwards of it’s own accord, a 
drop of glistening liquid at the top, giving Legolas silent 
assent as he grew closer to it, trailing his tongue down 
through the mans dark hair, removing his right hand from 
Aragorn’s firm cheek and sliding it round to cup his balls.  
 
Aragorn shivered and let out another pleading moan, 
signalling to Legolas that he had waited long enough.  
Gently, he licked at the moisture at the tip of Aragorn’s 
member, whilst gripping the base with deft fingers.  
 
“Ai, Legolas…” Aragorn breathed at him as he threw his head 
back.  Quickly now, Legolas took the mans entire length 
into his mouth and began flicking his tongue across the 
base of the shaft, drawing pursed lips back along toward 
the head as he did so, allowing his tongue to settle on the 
sensitive head for the briefest moment before repeating the 
whole process, over and over again, whilst Aragorn’s hand 
rested in the softness of Legolas’ hair and his hips thrust 
with the rhythm the elf had set.  
 
*”My love..”* Aragorn strained to say in elvish, before 
straying back to the language of men.  
 
“I am coming undone Legolas, I am…” he could hold it no 
longer.  Grasping Legolas hair, he gave one hard thrust and 
as he spasmed, spilled his seed deep within the elf’s soft 
mouth.  Legolas continued his delicious assault on the mans 
cock as his knees buckled and his seed spilled onto his 
tongue and trickled down his throat.  Legolas held Aragorn 
upright by placing deceptively strong hands on his buttocks 
again, as he lapped at the softening penis his mouth, until 
Aragorn was truly spent and Legolas released his from his 
mouth and allowed him to fall to his knees before him.  
 
“My Prince, I have no words that could do justice to the 
pleasure you have just given me…” Aragorn spoke 
breathlessly as he leaned to kiss the beautiful elf before 
him.  Legolas’ lips were more pliant now, yielding to the 
movements of Aragorn’s tongue.  
 
“May I now have the pleasure of seeing you naked, my love?” 
Aragorn asked, breaking the kiss as he realised that the 
elf was still fully clothed.  
 
*“Anything you wish, Estel”* Legolas said as he raised his 
arms, allowing for Aragorn to pull his tunic over his head, 
which he did, exposing the elf’s milky white chest, more 
defined than Aragorn expected to see it. Aragorn dipped his 
head down to taste a pink nipple. Legolas drew a sharp 
breath as the man let his teeth graze against the delicate 
nub of flesh.  
 
Whilst he continued to lick and nibble on alternate 
nipples, Aragorn hastily pulled down Legolas’ leggings, 
setting free his cock and he grasped the soft, hot length, 
pumping slowly, drawing a lazy thumb over the moist head 
and eliciting the most sensuous sounds from the elf as he 
did so.  
 
“Estel, I would take you inside me, if it is what you wish” 
With these words, Aragorn could only respond by kissing 
Legolas hard as he continued stroking his length.  The 
man’s own cock was already twitching again, he felt dizzy 
at the thought of making love to the elf.  
 
“My love, are you sure?  It is a pleasure I could never ask 
of you if you were unsure…”  
 
Legolas panting voice cut his words short.  “Please Estel, 
take me, I need to feel you inside me, I wish that you 
would…” His words trailed off as his eyes rolled back and 
he gasped as, at the elf’s words, the man had already slid 
a hand behind him and Legolas felt a gentle finger brush 
his entrance.  
 
“Is this what you wish, my Prince?” Aragorn asked, his own 
desire burning like the fires of Mordor inside him now, his 
cock fully aroused again at the words and the touch of this 
beautiful elf he held quivering in his arms.  
 
“Yes, Estel, please…please…” Legolas breathing was erratic 
and his pleading became incoherent whispers.  Aragorn 
pulled back and guided the elf to lie down and he finally 
removed his leggings so the elf’s naked form before him was 
a glowing vision in the moonlight.  
 
*“My beauty, I am afraid that this is a dream I might wake 
from at any moment”* Aragorn spoke, sitting back, overcome 
by the loveliness of the elf, overwhelmed by the 
realisation of a fantasy he had visited in his mind many, 
many times over the years.  
 
“Tis no dream, Estel, I am yours, please…” Legolas ached 
with longing, and reached up to pull Aragorn onto him.  
Legolas spread his legs wide so that Aragorn could rest 
between his thighs and they both made noises of pleasure as 
their cocks brushed against each other.  
 
“Please, Estel…” Legolas pleaded again, afraid he wouldn’t 
last if the man waited any longer.  Aragorn responded this 
time, leaning back between the elf’s thighs; he placed his 
fingers to Legolas’ lips, offering them to him.  
 
“It will make it easier…” Aragorn replied to the silent 
questioning in Legolas eyes.  The elf responded by sucking 
hungrily on the mans fingers, salty in taste, partly from 
sweat and party from the liquid seeping from his own 
arousal.  
 
Aragorn withdrew his fingers from Legolas’ mouth; the elf 
sighed in protest as he pulled away before remembering 
where they were going next.  Aragorn slid a moist finger 
between the elf’s soft cheeks, circling the small opening 
as Legolas gripped at fistfuls of the grass beneath him in 
anticipation.  
 
Aragorn eased a finger inside, eliciting a guttural moan 
from the elf, the likes of which he had never heard, and a 
small shudder which vibrated through his body and then 
through Aragorn’s own.  
 
“Are you ok, my love?” Aragorn asked before moving his 
finger any deeper for fear of hurting Legolas.  
 
*“Yes, more Estel, more…please”* Legolas had lapsed back 
into his native tongue and the combination of that and his 
tone made Aragorn drive his finger in deeper, before 
withdrawing it quickly and replacing it with two.  
 
“Ai…Estel…” Legolas mumbled his assent and Aragorn thrust 
his fingers and out of the tight opening, arching his 
fingers gently, trying to find the spot inside Legolas that 
would send him to the stars and beyond.  
 
Aragorn found the small mound inside the elf, and let his 
fingers flick over it once, twice…the elf beneath him 
writhed, tearing fistfuls of grass from the ground, making 
noises Aragorn had never heard and only hoped he could hear 
from this elf’s lips again.  
 
Unable to hold back any longer, Aragorn withdrew his 
fingers from Legolas, who moaned in protest at the loss of 
sensation.  Aragorn replaced the pressure there with the 
tip of his penis, already moist again, aching to be 
sheathed inside the elf; he pushed in gently, allowing 
himself to moan along with Legolas as he pushed his length 
into the tight heat.  
 
Aragorn stayed in the same spot to let them both adjust to 
this new sensation, and bent to kiss Legolas, who looked 
more dishevelled than he ever imagined any elf could.  It 
only served to make him all the more appealing.  Their 
mouthed clashed hard, moved against each other wildly and 
Aragorn gently began to rock his hips back and forth, 
finding a rhythm and gaining speed, as Legolas acquiesced, 
pushing his himself against the man, screeching and 
growling with every thrust.  
 
Aragorn pushed himself up, with difficulty, and held the 
elf’s hips steady as he thrust into him, harder and harder 
still, Legolas seeming to love every inch of him as he did.  
 
“You’re undoing me again Legolas,” Aragorn breathed between 
thrusts, looking at the glowing elf beneath him, feeling 
himself begin to lose control for the second time because 
of his beautiful new lover.  
 
“Then be undone, Estel” Legolas replied with a lustful 
smile and placed a hand on his cock, “Will you, please 
Estel?” he asked, closing his eyes and throwing his head 
back.  
 
Legolas was coming undone himself.  Just a short while ago 
he sought comfort from imagining Aragorn’s touch and now it 
was upon him, he could hardly believe it.  
The mans touch on his erection and the burn of his 
movements inside him was enough to release him from all 
coherent thought, and he allowed himself to become lost in 
sensation until he felt every muscle in his body begin to 
shake and, as Aragorn’s grip around his cock tightened 
slight, it sent him spasming over the edge, spilling his 
seed over the mans hand and his own belly,  his tight 
opening contracting around the shaft inside him and Aragorn 
was lost as well as he released a silent scream into the 
night and spilled himself inside the elf before collapsing 
on top of him.  
 
They lay still for a long while, their breathing slowing 
back to normality.  Aragorn soon slept as Legolas tangled 
his fingers in the mans still damp hair.  He wondered how 
long they’d both silently wished for the comfort of each 
others arms, so many wasted years of longing.  Now, on this 
quest, was not an ideal time to discover such feelings were 
returned and Legolas had no idea what would happen when 
they returned on their journey towards Mordor, but for now, 
his grief lay to rest and he was sated.  
 
“Aniron,” he whispered to the sleeping man in his arms, and 
he too closed his eyes, wondering what he might dream of 
now.  
 
THE END.