Title: Contest of Wills Pt 2/?; Caught 
Author: Eirien Rhovan eirien_rhovan@hotmail.com 
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas; Boromir/? 
Rating: NC-17 
Summary: The Fellowship has set out from Rivendell on its quest. Aragorn has 
his lover beside him, but has issues with another member of the group that 
need addressing. 
Disclaimer: The Ring made me do it. 
Authors Note: I have taken some liberty with the timeline. The companions 
left Rivendell a few weeks ago, but have still not yet reached Moria. Sequel 
to 'Immortal Love, Immortal Peril' series. 
Feedback: Please. Much appreciation to everyone who provided feedback for 
the first series. 
 
Huge thanks to my beta, Menel. 
 
 
 
Contest of Wills Part 2: Caught 
 
Aragorn knew he was being stalked. He did not feel alarmed, he knew the 
sound of the footfalls, had listened to them often enough over the course of 
the past two weeks since the Fellowship had left Rivendell. Heavy, 
confident, purposeful. Boromir. 
 
Why the man from Gondor should follow him now, when by rights he should be 
asleep with the others, Aragorn knew not. He knew Gimli was on watch and had 
thought everyone else asleep when he had set off to meet Legolas. Aragorn 
moved in front of a large tree and decided to wait for his hunter to catch 
up. Hopefully he would be able to talk the man into returning to camp before 
Legolas came looking for him. Seconds later he felt a movement close to one 
side. 
 
"Aragorn." There was a warning tone in the whisper just above his ear. 
 
"I know." Aragorn whispered back. "Let me talk to him." He felt the air move 
slightly as Legolas retreated silently but swiftly into the trees and smiled 
to himself as two words drifted back to him on the night breeze, "Be quick." 
 
He didn't have to wait long before Boromir appeared slightly to his right in 
front of him, the large man pausing, listening for an indication as to the 
whereabouts of his quarry. 
 
"Boromir." 
 
Aragorn watched as the other man spun around, his hand instinctively finding 
its way to the hilt of his sword. Inching forward, Aragorn held both of his 
hands up in front of him and the hand reaching for the sword halted. 
 
"What is it you seek?" he asked quietly, never taking his eyes from the 
larger man as he slowly approached him. 
 
"I could ask the same of you, Aragorn," Boromir said harshly, defensively. 
"I saw you leave the camp. At first, I thought you had heard some 
approaching foe and came to aid you, but I see there is no danger here." 
Aragorn bristled at the underlying implication of Boromir's words; as if he 
should feel he had been exposed in some shameful act. 
 
"Indeed, you were right, Boromir," he replied, forcing himself to maintain 
eye contact, watching the expression on the Gondorian's face change, 
becoming almost expectant, as if waiting for some sort of confession. "I did 
hear something and came to investigate, but as you can see there is nothing 
amiss. Perhaps it was simply an animal of some sort. However, I may scout 
the area a little more before returning. You should go back, catch up on 
some sleep before it is time for your watch." 
 
Although the words were softly spoken, there could be no doubt as to the 
meaning behind them. Boromir was being dismissed. Aragorn watched the other 
man as he straightened and anger swept over his face. 
 
"And was it an animal you heard last night, Ranger? Or the night before 
that? Tell me, what is it that makes the future king of Gondor so jumpy that 
he wanders alone in the dark, chasing non-existent phantoms?" 
 
Aragorn sighed. He was not going to allow himself to be drawn into a 
confrontation. For a little over a week now, he had done his best to draw 
Boromir into conversation, and felt they had been making some headway. 
Although he would not use the term 'friend' to describe their relationship, 
at least they now had an understanding of each other, and Aragorn hoped they 
would continue to build on that. When he listened to Boromir speak of 
Gondor, his family and comrades-in-arms back home, he could sense the 
passion in his voice, see it in his eyes, and felt he could not wish for a 
more fitting man as Steward. Although the other man had benefited from some 
training in diplomacy, he had lived a warrior's life, had given everything 
in his fierce desire to protect his people, his country. When Boromir spoke 
with such fire about the things he loved, Aragorn had found himself more and 
more drawn to the other man, and he saw in him honour and courage. He could 
also see the strength of a warrior's body and when that happened his 
thoughts often took a baser turn. When he imagined what Boromir's reaction 
would be if he made physical advances it made him almost laugh out loud. 
But, for now, he had another lover, one who was waiting for him. 
 
It was obvious that Boromir suspected something, what that was, Aragorn was 
not quite sure. Although Boromir had never been openly hostile towards 
Elves, he was uncertain of what the Gondorian's reaction would be to his 
union with Legolas. In any event, he was not about to declare his private 
business now. He turned to go, intending to leave the man to return to camp 
alone and cool his temper but was prevented from doing so when a strong hand 
clamped down on his arm with a vice-like grip. Fury blazed behind his steel 
blue eyes as they met Boromir's cold, equally forceful gaze. When Boromir 
spoke again, his voice was low and venomous. 
 
"And where is it that the Elf goes on these nights also? Do not tell me that 
he mistakes an animal for the enemy." 
 
They stood like that for a long moment, cold blue eyes meeting and clashing 
with angry green ones. Aragorn could feel the heat from Boromir's grip 
burning a path through his clothing and wilfully resisted the urge to break 
free from the grasp, strip the man of his clothes and push him against the 
nearest tree. Boromir himself almost gasped when he felt the strong muscles 
beneath his hand. A warrior's arm. He felt an unexpected faint stirring in 
his groin and found he could barely maintain eye contact with the other man. 
The sudden desire to bare the arm of its clothing, to see for himself the 
hard muscle underneath and touch it was almost overwhelming. With some 
relief Boromir found he was able to hide this from Aragorn and kept their 
eyes locked until he realised that he would get no answer to his question. 
He violently jerked his hand away, stalking back into the darkness in the 
direction of the camp. After a few moments Aragorn felt Legolas drop to the 
ground behind him but did not turn, waiting until the night stilled around 
them again and no sounds of movement could be heard. 
 
"It seems as if we take two steps forward and one step back, Boromir and I," 
Aragorn said with a sigh. "I can feel the tension that surrounds him as if 
it was a physical thing." He felt Legolas' arms snake around him and hold 
him tightly as the Elf planted a small kiss on the tip of his ear. "I am 
unsure if it is still me he distrusts or if it is something more sinister at 
work." 
 
"Do you think Boromir hears the call of the Ring and is struggling against 
it?" Legolas asked as his hands began to move and slowly untie the laces of 
Aragorn's tunic, his mouth placing small kisses down the side of the man's 
neck. The ranger tilted his head slightly to allow the Elf greater access. 
 
"It could be, Legolas. He needs to be watched. I cannot do it for if he 
thought I was it would only serve to provoke him, and Valar knows, when it 
comes to me he needs little enough provocation as it is. I do not wish to 
destroy what is taking so long to build. I need you to be my eyes, 
melethron, to be alert to signs the Ring is claiming him while I continue to 
try and gain his trust. Will you do it?" 
 
'I already am, beloved. I see his gaze linger on the Ringbearer from time to 
time, but he seems to be resisting the Ring thus far. Relax, Aragorn, if I 
felt that any of you were in danger I would not allow it to pass." Aragorn 
felt some of the tension leave his body and leaned back gratefully into 
Legolas' embrace. 
 
"Of course, you will have to learn to be a bit quieter when we steal away 
from now on, love, lest you alert the entire group in your eagerness to meet 
with me." The hands roaming his torso froze and Aragorn could barely contain 
his laughter, wishing he could see the expression on the Elf's face. 
 
"I know you cannot be suggesting, Aragorn, that I, an Elf, would possibly 
need lessons in such a thing. especially from a *man*." 
 
Miraculously, Aragorn managed to keep a straight face as he turned to face 
the Elf. "It would appear that way, melethron. If your movements are enough 
to alert Boromir, who knows who may be next. the dwarf perhaps?" 
 
The idea that Legolas would ever make enough noise to awaken Gimli, who 
slept like the dead, was so preposterous that both of them laughed. Boromir 
had just gotten lucky, they both knew it. Aragorn reached around the Elf and 
pulled him closer, feeling slightly euphoric as he always did when Legolas 
was in his arms. Legolas placed his hands at the nape of the Ranger's neck, 
rubbing slowly, easing the remaining tension away from the man's body and 
replacing it with a lazy desire. 
 
"I wager," he said softly as he leaned his head in for a kiss, "that I can 
prove that Elves can be much, much quieter than any man, in any 
circumstance." 
 
"Is that so?" Aragorn replied, one eyebrow raised, as Legolas turned his 
head slightly and began to trace his tongue around one corner of his mouth. 
"We shall have to test your theory then," he managed to murmur. 
 
The touch was smooth, sensual, and Aragorn felt the familiar stirring in his 
groin in response. He felt Legolas drag his tongue over his lower lip to 
begin teasing the opposite side in a similar fashion and had to suppress a 
moan as he thought of that tongue sliding over other parts of his body. When 
Legolas' mouth moved to retrace its actions, sliding over the upper lip this 
time, Aragorn opened his mouth and allowed his tongue to caress the 
underside of the Elf's. He felt Legolas' breathing quicken in response and 
slid his hands down his back to cup the firm buttocks, squeezing them and 
rubbing their hips together. Their tongues continued their dance, twining, 
caressing, tasting, until Legolas grew tired of the game and forced himself 
into Aragorn's mouth, their lips locking as he plundered the warm cavern 
within. 
 
Suddenly, in unison, their hands were everywhere, removing every article of 
clothing, their lips parting only when necessary for the removal of the 
offending items. Once they were both naked, pressed up against each other, 
they could not prevent their hands from exploring each other's bodies, 
almost as if this was the first and last time they would touch each other. 
Their erections throbbed and rubbed together, fuelling their escalating 
passion, until Aragorn could take no more and lowered himself to the ground, 
bringing Legolas with him. Neither of them was aware that another was 
watching their every move, spellbound, unable to retreat or look away. 
 
Boromir had walked back through the forest until he had been sure that 
Aragorn no longer heard him, then doubled back as silently as he could to 
watch what the man would do next. He knew that Aragorn and the Elf were up 
to something and was determined to find out what. If Aragorn would not tell 
him he would discover the secret for himself. During the past week Aragorn 
had seemed to seek him out, engage him in conversation and ask questions 
about Gondor. Boromir wondered at the other man's motivation for these 
little talks. He was careful not to give away anything strategic, anything 
the man could use to help him depose Boromir's family if that was his 
intention, but he was also puzzled by the fact that Aragorn never asked 
about Gondor's politics. He seemed content to simply listen and after a time 
Boromir had found himself responding to the other man, even somewhat looking 
forward to their talks. Even so, when night fell and the Elf and Aragorn 
slipped away into the darkness together, he could not silence the voice in 
his head that spoke of betrayal and danger. He had to find out what it was 
they were hiding and confront Aragorn head on if need be. When that had 
failed he felt he'd been left with no choice but to do as he was now, 
sneaking and spying in the shadows. 
 
He had found a suitable hiding place, one that allowed him to observe 
without being seen. He saw how the Elf and the man stood together, talking 
quietly. Boromir was not close enough to hear their words but did not dare 
to venture nearer. Then suddenly the Elf reached around and seemed to be 
untying Aragorn's tunic. Boromir's jaw dropped as he realised what was 
happening and he almost laughed out loud. He was a warrior, no stranger to 
the release found in a strong embrace, but of all the explanations for 
Aragorn's behaviour that had been running through his head, this was the 
least expected. 
Boromir decided to leave. He was too far away to hear anything the pair 
spoke of clearly and did not want to risk being caught spying. Just then, 
the sound of laughter made him turn back. They were kissing. Boromir shook 
his head and smiled. He had let the tension of the last few weeks get to 
him. He was becoming too suspicious. Of course they still could be plotting 
something and he would stay alert, but Boromir thought it more likely the 
pair had simply slipped away for a quick tumble. He knew he should leave 
now, but when they began to strip their garments from each other he found 
himself unable to look away. After weeks of watching he wanted to see what 
secrets the Elf held under those clothes. If the promise of beauty would be 
fulfilled, or if the Elf could indeed withstand the onslaught of a human 
male lost in the madness of a primal urge. 
 
He watched as they caressed each other, their hands roaming over and tracing 
curves, sliding down muscles. It is as if they were with maidens and not 
warriors, Boromir thought, amazed. The only time Boromir had been party to 
tenderness like this was when he had bedded maidens. Never had he been 
gentle when taking part in a comrade's embrace - his need to dominate and 
taking physical pleasure his only driving thoughts. There was only one time. 
just once. when it had been anything more than that, and that was not a time 
that Boromir liked to dwell on. He saw Aragorn reach down and pull their 
hips together, grinding, and felt bolts of desire spike in his own groin, 
hardening his cock almost immediately. When the man pulled the Elf to the 
ground Boromir knelt and undid the ties on his breeches, freeing his 
straining erection. He ran his fingers up and down its length lightly, 
unhurried for the moment, as Aragorn slowly made his way down the Elf's 
body. 
 
Starting at the ears, Boromir watched as the other man slid his tongue down 
the side of the Elf's neck to his chest and nipples causing Legolas to 
writhe beneath him. Boromir had chosen a good vantage point in order to see 
the pair's movements in the moonlight. The Elf's body was smooth, almost 
completely hairless apart from a small, downy patch at the groin. He could 
see the rosy nipples as they were teased to hardness by Aragorn's flicking 
tongue, the sinewy muscles in the arms and legs as they wrapped themselves 
around the man. When Aragorn moved down the Elf's body, Boromir's eyes 
feasted on the well defined stomach before finally coming to rest on the 
other man's target; the Elf's erection confirmed what Boromir already knew, 
there was no question of the Elf's masculinity. 
 
By contrast, Aragorn's chest was partially covered with dark curls and a 
trail of hair led down from his navel to his groin. Boromir noted with 
appreciation the hard line of muscles down Aragorn's back, glistening from 
sweat in the moonlight, and the white lines of old wounds in various places 
over his body. Boromir could appreciate the masculine beauty of Aragorn's 
form and amazingly felt his passion spike even higher from seeing the 
inherent strength in the other man's body. He could imagine himself bending 
that strength to his will and, remembering the feel of Aragorn's arm beneath 
his hand, he knew there would be pleasure to be found there, pleasure he had 
not tasted for too long. He could see Aragorn on his knees, providing him 
with gratification with his mouth as he was now doing to the Elf, and 
wondered why he had not seen this in the other man before. 
 
Aragorn held Legolas' cock in his mouth, his tongue sliding around the tip, 
teasing, watching Legolas' reaction as the archer writhed under his touch. 
Boromir saw that they did not break eye contact and it somehow seemed more 
erotic, more intimate to him than anything he had seen before. His hand 
moved quicker on his own erection now, watching Aragorn take the Elf in his 
mouth and imagining that it was him feeling the Ranger's tongue upon him, 
swirling, gliding, sucking in perfect submission. He saw Aragorn reach out 
to find a small bottle and smear some of its contents over his fingers 
before they disappeared between the Elf's legs, and Boromir knew that was 
something he would not allow to be done to him. Aragorn continued to devour 
Legolas' erection while probing his secret entrance, searching. Boromir 
could not help but gasp when Legolas arched his back and bucked his hips 
against the man's fingers. In the moonlight he looked stunning, his head 
thrown back and framed by his long blonde hair, his hands groping for 
purchase in the grass. 
 
Boromir could tell the Elf was close to his release, and it seemed the other 
man knew it also for he suddenly sat up and removed his fingers, taking a 
moment to gaze upon the beauty laid before him. Gently he reached out with 
one hand to trace his fingers down the side of the Elf's face while the 
other hand soothingly stroked Legolas' chest and side. He leaned over to 
claim a kiss and in the blink of an eye the Elf had the man on his back, 
straddling him. For a brief moment Boromir was certain Legolas was about to 
take the man, use him like a maiden and was intrigued. He had never, would 
never, allow that and he wanted to see if this man, this man who would be 
his king, would submit. Then he saw Legolas take the man's cock and guide it 
between his legs, slowly impaling himself until he was fully sheathed. 
 
Until now, Boromir had not realised how silent the pair were, then Aragorn 
moaned, a long, deep sound conveying all the pleasure he felt as he entered 
the Elf's body, finally ending in a sigh. Boromir had to force his lips 
closed around his own echoing moan, turning it into a whimper as his hand 
moved even faster on his cock, the movement lubricated now by the precum 
forming at its tip. He swirled his thumb over the head drawing the moisture 
down and moved to a more comfortable position. Bracing one hand on a tree he 
felt sweat form on his forehead as he pumped his hand faster and faster, 
needing to find his release. He heard Legolas laugh softly and glanced up in 
time to see him lean over to nibble at Aragorn's ear. The sight of the pair 
entwined pushed Boromir over the edge and his seed spilled out onto the 
ground in front of him, as he was forced to bite his lip hard enough to draw 
blood to prevent himself from crying out and revealing his position in the 
shadows. 
 
Legolas nipped and sucked at the lobe of Aragorn's ear, enjoying the feel of 
the man inside him, filling him completely. 
 
"I think I win that wager, meleth-nin," he whispered softly, smiling. 
 
"You fight dirty, Elf," Aragorn gasped breathlessly. "You know I cannot 
resist. Ai!" The rest of Aragorn's sentence was lost as Legolas began to 
move slowly above him, gently rocking up and down, eliciting more gasps and 
moans from the Ranger, before stopping again and leaned down to trace 
butterfly kisses along his throat. 
 
"You think I can, Aragorn?" Legolas replied, knowing what it was Aragorn had 
been about to say. Reaching out he took the man's hand and guided it to his 
chest. "Know this, beloved, when we are together, no matter how silent I may 
be, my heart is singing in joy at the pleasure you give to me." 
 
The words made Aragorn's breath catch in his throat and he looked up into 
Legolas' eyes, eyes that were the colour of a brilliant spring morning sky 
during the day, now darkened into twilight with passion, and there he saw 
total love reflected in their depths. Aragorn wondered anew at the idea that 
this glorious, exquisite being felt such emotion for him, but as he gazed 
into those remarkable eyes he saw the truth, freely given. He reached up and 
touched Legolas' face, drawing his thumb gently along the line of his 
cheekbone. 
 
"Im meleth lle, melethron," he whispered, hoping the words were enough to 
convey to Legolas how he felt at that moment. He was rewarded with a smile 
and they remained that way for some moments. Aragorn was growing desperate 
for Legolas to move, the tight heat surrounding his erection and holding him 
in its velvet grasp was torture, but he was unable to break the enchantment 
that seemed to surround them. The peace that Aragorn found in the arms of 
his lover he could never find elsewhere. The world had fallen away, there 
was no Ring, no quest. He was not Aragorn, Isildur's heir with all the 
expectations that title forced upon him, and Legolas was not the Prince of 
Mirkwood; they were simply a man and an Elf, loving each other underneath 
the stars on a perfect night. Still grasping the man's hand to his chest it 
was Legolas who shattered the spell. 
 
"We are being watched," he whispered. 
 
End of Pt 2