Title: Comfort in the Arms of a Friend
Author: AvalonElenya celtic_wolfess@yahoo.com
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, Merry/Pippin implied, Frodo/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After Gandalf's fall, the Fellowship finds comfort where they can
Disclaimer: I don't own them and I doubt I'll put them back when I'm done playing. Also 
most of the Elvish is not correct, something I will remedy in the future.  *g*
Author's Note: First story. I would like what ever feedback you have. Good, 
Bad,Ugly...whatever.



The sun was just casting the last golden rays on the land, when the Company along with 
their elvish guide arrived at the gates of Lothlórien. Upon entering, it seemed that the city 
needed no help from the sun to light it, for every blade of grass and every leaf gave off a 
surreal glow illuminating the whole area. Each member of the Company was in their own 
thoughts about the place when they were told to go straight to the Lord Celeborn and 
Lady Galadriel. Each was greeted upon their arrival until all eight were standing in the 
Great Hall. Gandalf”s absence was noticed immediately. Looking intently at each 
member, Galadriel was the first to break the silence.

‘ Where may I ask is Gandalf? Since Elrond sent word that he was included in the 
Fellowship, I’ve been eager to see him. He did come with you did he not?’

Eight pairs of eyes immediately sought something interesting to look at on the floor, 
unable to deal with their grief and her intensity at the same time.

Aragorn was the first to respond.

‘ My lady, he did accompany us but only made it as far as Moria.’ His voice broke as he 
struggled to continue. ‘ Before reaching the end we encountered Durin’s Bane.’ Several 
intakes of breath were heard throughout the hall. ‘ Gandalf was forced to confront him, 
and would have succeeded had the thing not taken him down into the abyss with it.’ Cries 
of dismay collective rose and muted conversations were also heard.

‘ Tis grave news you bring to us today Aragorn.’ He lifted his eyes to the deep timbre of 
Celeborn’s voice. Nodding he continued.

‘ Before he fell, Gandalf appointed me to lead this Company and have, the whole 
distance between here and Moria, felt inadequate for the task.’ Legolas placed a 
comforting hand on his shoulder as Aragorn covered his face with his hands. Continuing 
her keen observances a moment longer, Galadriel summoned one of the elves at hand to 
find them a place to lodge.

‘ You have traveled far and with burdened hearts. Stay as long as you need to and restore 
your body and spirit.’

Much to the hobbits delight, they were lodged on the ground and not in a tree as of last 
night. Talk was little before all of them fell into a deep and dreamless sleep. The arriving 
dawn revealed an out of the ordinary sight. For there, almost side-by-side, were the two 
pairs of hobbit, an older and a younger. What was so unusual about it was the fact that the 
tangles went beyond friendly. Sam, sometime in the middle of the night had been scared 
awake when Frodo had wrapped around him. Both now were sleeping peacefully with 
Sam holding Frodo as tight as he possibly dared. Merry and Pippin were in a tangle of 
contentment and being thoroughly sedated after having a brief period of lovemaking, not 
knowing how they found the energy to do so.

Legolas had been the second of them to rise shortly after dawn. After seeing Aragorn 
missing, protectiveness and something he refused to name sent him out looking for the 
man. His tracking senses heightened, it wasn’t long before he found him sitting by a 
small pool and waterfall deeply in his thoughts. Gracefully sitting himself beside the 
brooding man, he waited until Aragorn was aware of his presence to speak.

‘ Si man ere yülma enquàntura mí mellon?’

He had spoken so softly, he was afraid the man hadn’t heard him.

‘ You shouldn’t even have to ask the reason I am in such a mood.’ Came the soft reply. 
Legolas simply nodded and pulled Aragorn into his lap and into a strong embrace. 
Resting his head against the strong chest, Aragorn could hear and feel the sound of the 
elf’s heart beating in a slightly faster cadence than normal.

He felt before he heard the singing and allowed himself to relax and be comforted. 
Legolas in turn was enjoying the pure sensation of being able to comfort the one he 
loved. He sighed within himself and acknowledged the feeling that now had a name. 
Aragorn glanced up at the fair face above him and caught the full measure of love that 
was radiating from it before the elf realized he was being studied and shuttered his 
betraying eyes. Shifting nervously, Aragorn rolled out of the lap and onto his feet, pacing 
a short distance away to collect his thoughts and feelings. When his thoughts once again 
turned to the present he discovered the Legolas had slipped away and it was sometime 
before Aragorn found him again.

After Gimli and Boromir had awakened and sought after their own amusements, Pippin 
was the first of the four to wake. Grinning slightly as he remembered the pleasures of the 
night, he glanced down at Merry’s curly head resting in the hollow of his shoulder. 
Unable to resist the temptation, he dropped a light kiss and a flick of his tongue on the 
point of Merry’s ear. The reaction was much more forceful than Pippin had guessed as 
Merry stirred and tightened his grasp around Pippin’s middle.

‘If I don’t do something soon he’s going to squeeze the life out of me!’  He thought to 
himself. After several unsuccessful attempts to be free, Pippin finally grew desperate and 
jabbed a finger in-between Merry’s ribs. There was a squeal followed by a look that 
would have withered a field of corn. Pippin promptly pointed to his middle and in no 
uncertain terms let Merry know that he was squeezing the life out of him. While Merry 
was loosening his hold, something caught Pippin’s eye that made him giggle before 
clapping a hand over his mouth. At Merry’s questioning look, Pippin pointed over 
Merry’s shoulder and nudged him to turn around. The cousins had caught sight of Sam 
and Frodo so entwined with each other that it was hard to tell where one ended and began

‘ You know Pip if they don’t figured it out themselves and soon we’re going to have to 
intervene.’ Stated Merry once again claiming Pippin’s middle but more gently this time.

‘ I know love. As much as I tease Sam my heart still goes out to him. It feels like my own 
heart is breaking with all the glances and sighs flying between them but they’re both to 
blind to notice.’ Replied Pippin nestling his head in the hollow of Merry’s shoulder.

‘ So what do you think Frodo’s position is in all this?’ Pippin raised his head and watched 
the pulse flutter at the base of Merry’s neck before answering.

‘ I think he’s known for a long time and that his displays of affection are to Sam merely 
tokens of a close friendship and I think Frodo has been too scared to correct him just in 
case he misunderstood Sam’s feelings.’

‘ You might be right there Pip, but why put both of them through so much over a matter 
simply solved? Another question is how do we help them?’ Pippin shrugged. ‘ I don’t 
know of a way we can short of telling them ourselves. It’s something they have to figure 
out on their own.’ Pippin struggled to his feet before pulling Merry to his. ‘ C’mon it’s 
time we got some breakfast.’

It was a good hour and a half before Aragorn had found Legolas, for indeed the elf had 
not wanted to be found. Seeing him stretched out among the grass and flowers, Aragorn 
padded softly to his side and sat down amongst a cluster of elanor. Picking up one of the 
blossoms, he was lost in pleasant memories for a moment before speaking.

‘ Legolas mí mallon qae allornä?’ The elf’s eyes revealed nothing and with a firm shake 
of his golden head he replied, ‘Nothing mí mallon I was just thinking.’ Sensing he would 
get nothing more from him, Aragorn was content to watch the play of light on the golden 
strands, some turning a surprising shade of copper, others turning silver depending on 
where the light hit it.

Coming to a swift decision in his mind he reached out and stroked the mass of soft gold. ‘ 
Surly there is no purer gold in all of Middle Earth even compared to the dwarves’ 
craftsmanship!’ Legolas’ breath caught in his throat the moment he felt Aragorn’s hand 
on his head. When the elf shifted nearer a small gleam lit up in Aragorn’s eyes and 
encircling his waist, pulled the elf into his lap. Legolas relaxed completely and pillowed 
his head on Aragorn’s chest. Unable to hide or slow his rapid heart from Legolas’ keen 
senses, he decided to act upon it and prayed he wasn’t wrong. Reaching up with a free 
hand, Aragorn noticed the contrast between his weather-beaten, battle-hard hand next to 
the near translucent jaw line. He ran a finger over the jaw line to Legolas’ chin and then 
down along his throat before leaning down and sealing the distance between them with a 
kiss.

When they finally broke apart both were panting lightly and Aragorn was on his back 
with Legolas over him. The hair that had held his fascination a short while ago, now 
tumbled on either side of them as if to hide the two from the eyes of the world. Legolas’ 
gaze was as smoky as his own with desire but they also held a troubled look. Worried that 
he had been mistaken Aragorn finally asked, ‘ What is it mí aníron?’ The eyes above him 
grew liquid and lips slightly swollen from the passionate kiss they had just shared 
struggled to find words. ‘What about Undomiel?’ came the soft reply. Aragorn looked 
surprised at the question as if he had forgotten about Arwen. For a moment his eyes 
betrayed everything in his soul before they were once again shuttered.

‘ Arwen has known for sometime that I cannot give her my full affections, she has even 
know why. She is content however to live with that knowledge and with me as well. The 
main concern of mine is that she’s happy, which it seems to me she is.’

Nodding, his eyes shiny with unshed tears Legolas had one more thing to ask.

‘Why didn’t you ever tell me? In all the years we’ve been in each others company, why 
didn’t you ever tell me?’ At the question Aragorn hung his head a little.

‘ It was denial. That’s what it was, pure and simple denial. I didn’t want to accept the fact 
that I was falling for another of my own sex.’ Shaking his head a little as if to clear his 
thoughts, he leaned up and captured the lips above his own. ‘We have plenty more time 
for talk but not enough for this!’

As soon as Merry and Pippin left, their arms around each other’s waists, Sam’s eye 
snapped open. He had heard all the cousins had said and was in shock. He glanced down 
at his master’s fine features and studied them as he has countless hours before while his 
brain and his heart were at war with each other. ‘Samwise Gamgee’ his brain told him 
‘you know it can’t be true. Mr. Frodo’s been nothing more than a good friend to you.’

‘Sam…his heart said more gently don’t listen to the Ted Sandyman inside your skull.’ 
Sam chuckled slightly at that. The fastest way to get his brain to shut up was for it to be 
compared to Ted. His heart continued speaking.

‘Sam use your instincts. It’s what they’re there for.’ He was now left to make his own 
decision. ‘Well Sam, here’s your chance to find out.’

Getting up the courage to do his experiment took some time though. Finally, fearing 
Frodo would wake up before he did it, he shimmied down a bit and planted a soft kiss on 
his neck and nibbled on his ear a bit.

‘Sam…’ The unmistakably soft voice of Frodo stopped him in his tracks.

‘ Oh! Mr. Frodo… sir…I was uh…’ stammered Sam. Frodo had to suppress a laugh, for 
Sam was boring holes into his toes with his eyes and his face was beet red up to the 
hairline.

‘ Sam…look at me.’

Sam dragged his eyes upward, unwilling to face Frodo’s hate. Once his brown eyes found 
the startlingly blue ones that had so often caught his attention, he stopped barely catching 
his mouth before it fell open. There wasn’t any trace of hate in those eyes but love was 
making them a darker shade to indigo. Sam couldn’t believe it. Mr. Frodo really did love 
him! He felt so happy he would have jumped up and danced around were it not for the 
fear of someone seeing him.

Realizing he was only an inch away from Frodo’s slightly open mouth, he blushed again 
but this time a calmer shade of pink and started to move away. Frodo, however was faster 
and before Sam could say ‘Mr. Frodo!’ Frodo’s hand had gone to the back of Sam’s head 
and had pushed it to meet him in a crushing kiss.

‘Mr. Frodo’s lips are as soft as a lass’s or my name’s not Samwise Gamgee!’ Now Sam 
had only kissed one other person in his short hobbit life and that had been Rosie so he 
had room for comparison.

When they were both quite out of breath, Frodo pulled away and sat a few inches back, 
his gaze sweeping down Sam’s body, form his ruddy hobbit face, to his broad shoulders 
and to the brown, garden-worked hands. Frodo also knew that his torso would be as 
brown as his hands, from countless hours watching Sam work without a shirt. Sam was 
growing redder through ever second of the scrutiny. He wiggled uncomfortably and 
stared at his toes wondering if Mr. Frodo liked what he saw or not. Seeing Sam lost in his 
thoughts, Frodo leaned over, put his hand on his knee and whispered ‘ What are you 
thinking about love?’

Sam looked up startled that Frodo was still there let alone that close. Then he realized his 
master had asked him something. ‘Nothing really to concern yourself with Mr. Frodo. He 
stammered ‘ I was just thinking about what Mr. Merry and Mr. Pippin were talking about 
a little while ago.’ Being pressed for details, he quickly outlined all the cousins had 
discussed. Still having the courage to almost meet Frodo’s gaze, he was content to stare 
at Frodo’s nose, waiting for a reply. Frodo chuckled and climbed into Sam’s lap. Giving a 
snort like sound he replied

‘You know Samwise they’re absolutely right. My fear has kept me silent for too long. 
I’m sure it’s the same for you isn’t it?’ Sam gave a little nod for an answer. Laying his 
head on Sam’s chest and wrapping his arms around his waist he continued. Sam pulled 
him closer and sighed.

‘ Now I can speak for myself on this and maybe you’ll agree with me but I always and 
still do highly valued our friendship even as lads and didn’t want to risk your hatred for 
the sake of my own emotions.’ He placed a gentle finger on Sam’s lips to stop the protest 
that was forming. ‘ Hear me out now. For many years you have placed me above 
everything else in your life including your own wants and needs. It was the only thing I 
could do in return that wouldn’t have met an objection. I see now where my protection 
has gotten us….’ His voice trailed off, as it was Sam’s turn to silence him with a finger.

‘Permission to speak freely Mr. Frodo?’

Frodo shot him a look. ‘Sam you know you don’t have to ask. You are first and foremost 
my friend and then my servant. If only I could get you to drop the “Mr.” I’d be much 
happier. That however, is like trying to pull teeth from a wolf without getting your hand 
bitten off. I’m beginning to feel as if Frodo has become my last name with you around.’ 
He half muttered to himself.

Sam chuckled at that and tried to continue before he lost his train of thought. After a 
moment of studying everything in sight, he looked at Frodo sheepishly and muttered ‘ I 
forgot what I was going to say.’ Picking up a new thread of the conversation, he asked 
just as shyly ‘So Mr. Frodo what do you propose we do with this situation?’ For a 
moment Frodo looked stunned that Sam would even ask that question after all he had 
said. Recovering enough to throw him a sharp glance and to speak Frodo replied evenly

‘Do you really want to go back to the way things were before? I know I certainly don’t, 
but if you do when we get back you can just trot your happy little hobbit self over to 
Rosie’s and leave it at that! However you will have the knowledge that you left me with a 
broken heart and that I would never love again. In time of course I would recover but I 
would hate to see it affect our friendship. So make your choice now.’ By this time his 
eyes were flashing indigo fire with the after effects his passionate speech.

Sam knew in that moment that all of the armies in Mordor couldn’t keep him away from 
his beloved’s side. Pulling Frodo once again to his chest, Sam tilted Frodo’s chin up to 
where they were looking eye to eye and whispered ‘You know me better than that love. I 
could never leave your side. Even in death I would find a way to reach you.’ He tilted his 
head down ever so slightly and sealed the promise with a kiss. Twining their fingers in 
each other’s locks, black against sandy, gravity and their own ardor brought them to the 
ground. By joint tasking they manage to remove what little clothing they had without 
barely breaking the kiss. Finally drawing apart for want of air and to view each other in 
their glory, there was a simultaneous intake of breath. Neither had been prepared by the 
sight of each other. It had been years since they had bathed together or even seen each 
other naked and the consensus was the same. The years had been very kind to them. 
Frodo was the first to break the stunned silence even if only by a whisper. ‘ Sam…’ he 
said ‘you’re beautiful.’ Indeed Sam’s well-built body didn’t end at his shoulders. Frodo 
slid his gaze leisurely down the body before him, taking in the stomach that led to lean 
hips that led to well-muscled legs. Frodo’s theory also rang true. Sam was brown from 
head to toe and was also acquiring a faint shade of red.

His eye then ranged back up to where Sam’s thighs met and the erection that was steadily 
growing. Sam in turn was doing his own examination while he was under scrutiny. 
Taking in the slender form in a sweeping first glance, it seemed to Sam that he knew 
Frodo’s body as well as his own. Virtually caressing the flat belly, with its faint muscular 
planes with his eyes, he was surprised when suddenly the belly was gone from his vision. 
He felt more than saw Frodo move to his knees beside his hips. A small smile flashed 
across his features when he saw that Frodo was studying the ground with intensity, 
refusing to meet Sam’s eyes. ‘ I will only go when you tell me to and only as far as you 
are comfortable with.’ Sam nodded and practically hauled Frodo up the length of his 
body until their lips met once again. Frodo pulled back slightly and shook his head with a 
laugh. ‘You sure have an odd way of saying yes sometimes.’ Sam only smiled once again 
and waited. Still chuckling slightly, Frodo found the sensitive spot where Sam’s ear and 
jaw met and set to licking and kissing it. After a time, he moved further down along the 
column of the throat, taking little nips as he went. Sam’s hands skated down Frodo’s back 
and along his stomach with a mixture of urgency and patience. Shyly grasping Frodo’s 
own growing erection and squeezing, he waited for approval. Frodo’s senses completely 
deserted him and very patiently, when all patience had left him, continued nibbling and 
licking his way back down again.

Since he knew it was Sam’s first time, he wanted to go slow, so when he finally reached 
Sam’s point of arousal, he waited for permission to continue. For an answer there was a 
firm but gentle push of his head. ‘I’ve waited a good while for this, you wouldn’t leave 
me hanging now would you Mr. Frodo?’ Sam’s plea was almost child-like were it not for 
the overlying rasp of desire. That was all the permission Frodo needed. Nudging Sam’s 
legs apart, he settled in between them on his knees. With his hands on either side of his 
hips, Frodo very slowly leaned down and circled the tip of his tongue around the head. At 
the sensation of a slick, warm tongue on the most sensitive part of his body, Sam’s hips 
bucked a little and his fingers started digging ten little holes in the ground.

As Frodo took him into his mouth, Sam felt as if there was now liquid fire coursing 
through his veins and pooling in between his thighs. He wasn’t even aware he was 
making any noise until Frodo chided him softly. ‘Sam love you’re going to have to try to 
keep quiet. Those elves have keen enough hearing as it is, but I don’t want anyone else to 
come investigate any strange noises. Do you understand?’

‘Yes Mr. Frodo I understand. I will keep quiet if I have to stuff some of these leaves into 
my mouth to do so.’ came the hoarse reply. By that time Frodo had already returned his 
attention to Sam’s member, so when he chuckled at that last remark, the vibrations from 
it sent Sam’s hips bucking once again. Frodo continued sucking and licking until he sense 
Sam was getting close to going over the edge. Taking his mouth from Sam, who 
whimpered at that, Frodo wet his finger until it was nice and slick and circled it around 
Sam’s puckered opening until it relaxed enough for him to insert a finger.

He repeated the process again until he was able to insert two fingers and move then freely 
in and out. Withdrawing his fingers slowly while he slicked up himself with the other 
hand, Frodo shifted slightly and with a firm grasp on Sam’s hips, pushed himself in past 
the crest of the head. Sam grimaced slightly and sighing willed his body to relax around 
the intrusion. ‘ Are you ok Sam?’ Frodo asked as he saw the grimace pass over Sam’s 
features. ‘ Yes Mr. Frodo I’m fine. Go ahead and go farther.’ Reassured by that, Frodo 
went ahead and buried himself to the hilt within the warm body beneath him.

Setting himself up into a steady rhythm, Frodo shook his head when he saw Sam’s hand 
travel to his own erection. At Sam’s pleading look, he almost broke down and let him but 
he wanted Sam to experience this as he never had before or after for that matter. Having 
Sam’s muscles contracted around him in time with his thrusts drove Frodo to the edge 
almost immediately. He held himself in check however, for Sam’s sake. Gradually Sam 
was get trapped within the web of pleasure Frodo was weaving, and it wasn’t before long 
that he started whimpering and pleading once again to touch himself to relieve the ache. 
Finally when he knew both of them were getting close, Frodo gave a slight nod to which 
Sam immediately began stroking himself. His senses somewhat sharpened since the 
incident with the Ringwraiths Frodo was very aware of when Sam was going to come and 
a few seconds after that thought muscles once again contracted around him and he felt 
warm splashes on his belly. He was grateful that Sam was so tight since it helped speed 
along his own orgasm. Frodo followed shortly afterwards and emptied himself 
completely into Sam’s body. Lying boneless and still entwined both fell into a blissful 
nap.

While Sam and Frodo were discovering the joys of love-making together, Aragorn and 
Legolas wasted no time in following suit in their own little secluded paradise. Nimble 
fingers, which with a moment’s notice could draw an arrow and fire with deadly 
accuracy, now fumbled with haste and nervousness. It was only out of sheer frustration 
that both men decided to take a deep breath and slow things down enough to where they 
could divest themselves of clothing without doing harm to the fabrics. When both were 
sufficiently unclothed, unlike the hobbits, they did not waste anytime in gentleness and 
foreplay. At least not to foreplay standards at any rate.

‘Flâd lîn glaur meleth nîn... your skin is more golden than the sun, my love.’ Came the 
breathless declaration as the Elf worshiped the Man’s body with his mouth. Legolas 
smiled against Aragorn’s skin, tasting salt and leather, which invoked his more instinctual 
nature which sought to take hold of his senses. With a growl of control and need, Legolas 
looked to his lover and saw the same hunger raging in his eyes. Needing no more 
permission than that, he spit into his hand and began stroking and lubricating himself. 
When Legolas had even wetness to be dripping, he circled Aragorn’s puckered hole with 
a fingertip, trying to get him ready for entry. It was then that Aragorn took control. 
Reaching down in between them, he took a hold of Legolas and guided him into his 
opening. Wrapping his legs around the Elf’s waist, Aragorn tightened his hold, forcing 
Legolas to sink deeper with in him, causing both men to tremble and groan aloud.

Wasting little time, Legolas set up a rhythmic thrusting that was quick and deep, hitting 
Aragorn right were he needed it most to bring him to an intensely satisfying orgasm. Both 
men reached their peak quickly and collapsed into each others arms.

“Next time we will take more time to pleasure each other.” Said Aragorn, folding Legolas 
into his embrace. Legolas simply nodded and drifted off to sleep. Aragorn hoped that the 
rest of the journey would be much more pleasant.