Title: By the Waters of the Nimrodel  
Author: Lomelinde (lomelinde_lady@hotmail.com)  
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas  
Rating: NC-17  
Summary: Aragorn helps Legolas with his grief when they stop at 
Lothlorien..  
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, because it's all Tolkien's.  
Author's Notes: Pure smut! Definitely a PWP. ^_^ Enjoy!  
Archive: Sure, I'd be honored, just ask me first.  
 
 
Legolas felt turmoil in his heart as he sat by the waters of the Nimrodel. 
Since Gandalf had fallen into darkness, grief had clouded his heart, never 
letting him have a moment's rest. Now, he sat by the stream in Lothlorien, 
avoiding his comrades. He sighed. Just yesterday, Aragorn had told him 
that Gandalf's death was nobody's fault, but Legolas didn't believe it. If 
only he had pulled Gandalf away before he fell...  
 
Soft footsteps interrupted his reverie. Instantly, Legolas knew it was 
Aragorn. No Elf would have such loud footsteps, and no human would 
have such soft footsteps. He sighed again. Of all people, he definitely 
didn't want to see Aragorn. Throughout the journey, Legolas had been 
confused by his feelings towards the human. There were times when 
Legolas just wanted to throw the man against a tree and kiss him 
senseless...  
 
"Legolas," came the soft voice behind him. Legolas turned around and 
looked at Aragorn. He smiled. "Aragorn."  
 
Aragorn sat down beside the Elf and looked at him with concern. "Why 
are you all the way out here? Frodo asked me why you weren't at dinner."  
 
"I wasn't hungry," replied Legolas. "I was... thinking." He turned to look at 
Aragorn, and realized that Aragorn was staring straight at him. Their eyes 
met, and held each other's gaze steadily. As if by some unknown force, 
their heads started to move in, closer and closer to each other.  
 
Legolas sighed softly as his lips came into contact with Aragorn's, and 
wrapped his arms around the Ranger's neck. Aragorn, in turn, wrapped his 
own arms around the Elf's slender waist and pulled him close. His tongue 
pried Legolas' lips apart, and swept into the crevice of his warm and wet 
mouth. The sheer pleasure that Legolas' mouth gave him made him moan, 
and he slowly lowered Legolas to the ground.  
 
When they finally pulled apart for air, Legolas' cerulean eyes gazed into 
Aragorn's gray ones searchingly from below him. "Aragorn?" he 
whispered.  
 
"Shh..." Aragorn replied, holding a finger to his lips. "Don't think. Let me 
heal you of your grief." Legolas nodded, and Aragorn leaned down for 
another kiss. This time, Legolas opened his mouth willingly, and Aragorn 
slipped his hand beneath Legolas' silver tunic, exploring the Elven 
beauty's body that he had so long desired.  
 
Working quickly, Aragorn's deft fingers untied the ties on Legolas' tunic 
and pulled it off of him. Then he broke the kiss and removed his own tunic 
as Legolas lay beneath him. Both topless, Aragorn leaned down again and 
began to lick Legolas' slender neck. Legolas closed his eyes and threw his 
head back in ecstasy, letting out soft cries which were music to Aragorn's 
ears.  
 
"Aragorn..." Legolas moaned, writhing beneath him in an attempt to rub 
their erections together. His cries grew more and more insistent, before 
Aragorn decided to relent, and ground their hips together. Legolas gasped 
at the sudden pleasure, before trying to thrust his hips up into Aragorn 
once more.  
 
"Maybe..." Aragorn whispered suggestively, "You'd feel better without 
these constricting leggings..." He let his fingers wander to Legolas' 
waistband, and purposely brushed against the bulge in Legolas' breeches. 
Legolas whimpered and nodded frantically, his hands clutching at 
Aragorn's shoulders.  
 
Aragorn grinned and untied the laces which held Legolas' leggings 
together, before removing it, leaving the Elven prince in all his glory. He 
let out a moan as Legolas' erection was freed, and wrapped his large hand 
around it, eliciting a cry of pleasure from the naked beauty.  
 
Aragorn pumped Legolas hard, moving his hand up and down as he 
sought to give Legolas the most intense pleasure the Elf had ever 
experienced. Soon, Legolas could feel he was reaching the peak, but 
Aragorn slowed his movements, before stopping altogether. Legolas 
almost sobbed in agony, thrusting his hips upward, trying to bring himself 
in contact with Aragorn's hand again, but Aragorn moved away, kneeling 
above Legolas to remove his own breeches.  
 
"Patience, dear one," Aragorn murmured, and straddled Legolas' hips, his 
own erection pushing against Legolas' stomach.  
 
Legolas squirmed with anticipation, and said raspily, "Take me, Aragorn... 
saes... I desire to feel you moving inside of me..."  
 
Aragorn moaned at his words. He moved his hand to Legolas' erection 
once more, encircling his length and slowly stroking him again. His other 
hand came to Legolas' sacs and slightly squeezed, making Legolas groan 
at the exquisite torture. After a moment, Legolas came, moaning and 
whimpering as he squirted the milky white liquid into Aragorn's hands.  
 
After he calmed down, Legolas laid back watched with lazy eyes as 
Aragorn coated his own erection with Legolas' seed, leaving some on his 
fingers. "Are you sure about this?" Aragorn questioned, making sure that 
Legolas truly wanted this.  
 
Legolas smiled and nodded. "Make me yours..."  
 
Aragorn replied by spreading Legolas' legs wide open, and brushing his 
finger against the sensitive opening hidden within the cleft of Legolas' 
buttocks. Legolas gasped at the strange and unfamiliar feeling, and slowly, 
Aragorn pushed his finger inside, making the Elf gasp again slightly with 
pain. Aragorn paused, waiting a moment until the Elf grew familiar to the 
intrusion and the muscles surrounding his finger relaxed. Then he slowly 
moved his finger in and out of the opening, curving it slightly to find the 
place where he knew would make the Elf see gold and silver stars.  
 
Finding the small mound inside, Aragorn deliberately brushed against it 
with his finger, and Legolas arched his back and cried out. Aragorn then 
slid another finger inside of Legolas, and repeated the motion, until 
Legolas was writhing in pleasure, making small sounds, pleading for 
more.  
 
Knowing now that Legolas was ready, Aragorn withdrew his fingers. 
Legolas whimpered in protest before he felt a much larger and blunter 
object at his opening. "Now, Aragorn..." he moaned. "Take me..." Aragorn 
lined his erection up with his opening, and hearing these words, he 
moaned softly and impaled Legolas with one quick stroke. Legolas cried 
out in pain, and Aragorn moaned at the soft heat the surrounded his 
member.  
 
"Shh..." Aragorn said softly, brushing soft golden hair away from Legolas' 
sweaty face. "The pain will go away soon." Legolas nodded, and after a 
while, Aragorn slowly pulled his cock backwards, until only his head was 
left inside the entrace. Legolas sighed, and Aragorn shoved himself back 
in once more, making sure to move his member against the gland inside 
Legolas.  
 
Legolas moaned, and Aragorn slowly leaned forward to devour those 
delectable rosy lips. Then, Aragorn started thrusting in and out of Legolas 
slowly, and slowly, picked up speed, until he was thrusting hard into 
Legolas in earnest.  
 
"Oh gods, Legolas... you feel so good," he gasped out, thrusting into the 
his new lover once more. The Elf was impossibly tight around his 
member, and he was quickly becoming undone. Aragorn could tell the Elf 
was upon the edge of orgasm also.  
 
Aragorn was gasping for breath now, and he was sure that his frantic 
thrusts inside the Elf would certainly rip something, but he was too far 
gone in ecstasy to care. Then, Legolas cried out one last time, and the 
muscles surrounding Aragorn's member contracted, milking Aragorn. At 
this exquisite sensation, Aragorn's eyes rolled back in pleasure as he began 
to come, spilling his seed into Legolas's hot opening. After giving a few 
last hard thrusts, Aragorn pulled his quickly softening member out of 
Legolas, and fell onto the grass beside his lover.  
 
They lay there, without words, until their breathing returned to normal. 
Aragorn then turned to the Elf, and said, "Did that take your mind off your 
grieving, lirimaer?"  
 
Legolas smiled and teased, "No, I was thinking of Gandalf the whole 
time."  
 
Aragorn's eyes widened, and Legolas burst out laughing. "I'm only joking, 
mela! Of course it did. I love you," he said, before he realized what he had 
just blurted out. But instead of the scoff that he was expected, Aragorn 
looked back at him with soft caring eyes. "And I love you too," he 
whispered.  
 
Legolas' mouth stretched into a wide grin, and Aragorn's did too. After a 
while of looking dreamily into each other's eyes, both of them started to 
laugh. They had loved each other all along, and had never even realized it 
themselves. But no more. They had declared their love now, and they 
would never be apart again.  
 
The waters of the Nimrodel were, after all, supposed to heal...  
 
--finis--  
 
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