Title: Firelight and Shadow 3/5  
Author: Kate  
Email: katewebber_@hotmail.com  
Pairing: A/L  
Rating: NC17 ish  
Archive: Why not, just let me now where  
Warnings: none  
Spoilers: none  
Summary: Continues on where part 2 left off  
Author’s notes: This is my very first LotR fic - the first I wrote and the 
first I'm posting - well part3 of the first one  
Completely unbeted but I did spell-check :)  any mistakes are 100% mine 
unlike the characters in this story  
Disclaimer: see above, I own nothing here.  
 
 
 
 
Pt3 
 
With Legolas in his arms, his delicious skin beneath his lips, Aragorn had 
quickly forgotten the proximity of the other soldiers just beyond the tree 
line.  He quickly remembered however when the sound of one of 
Theoden’s men relieving himself on a nearby tree reached his ears. 
 
“Legolas,” He whispered urgently.   “We will be discovered here.”  

Taking the Elf’s hand he led Legolas deeper into the trees, all sounds of 
the makeshift camp faded and the trees closed in around them.  Legolas 
tugged on his hand stopping the Rangers progress. 
 
“Surely this is far enough Aragorn?  No one will venture this far, should I 
say no one else.”  Aragorn quickly drew Legolas to him. 
 
“How can you make jokes at a time like this?”  Not waiting for the Elf to 
answer Aragorn covered his mouth once more with his own.  This desire, 
this hunger had been building for so long now that he was in no mood for 
more words.  Holding Legolas to him in a bruising grip, the Man devoured 
his mouth taking all that Legolas would give him and still willing to beg 
for more. 
 
He closed his eyes to better appreciate the taste the feel of Legolas’ mouth 
and slowly Arwen’s serene beauty came to his mind.  Arwen who could 
soothe him with a glance, Arwen whom he loved more than anything he 
had ever known.  He gentled his hands on Legolas’ back, the urgency 
fading from his kiss.  He loved her, she was his air, his soul and despite 
their long separations he loved her still.  He loved her because he had 
always loved her, from the moment he had first laid eyes on her.  It was 
not that way with Legolas; this had been a slow creeping kind of love.  
Something he had tried to hide from himself, telling himself it was surely 
lust, desire, nothing more.  Yet now, in the darkness it was more, so much 
more…  
 
For Legolas’ part, he was content to follow the Man’s lead, his kiss was 
intoxicating and the Elf felt no desire to ask him to stop.  Legolas wrapped 
his arms tightly around the Rangers back; even through the layers of heavy 
clothing he could fell the strength in the large man’s body.  Aragorn 
seemed to approach the kiss the way he did most things, with a focused 
intensity that was incredibly arousing now that it was directed solely on 
him.  Legolas had never really considered Aragorn as a potential lover for 
the simple reason that he had not thought the Man would be open to the 
idea.  When they had first met years before, on one of Legolas’ infrequent 
visits to Rivendell, Aragorn had still been a boy and already infatuated 
with Elrond’s fair daughter.  Their friendship had been almost immediate 
and by the time Legolas had thought of the possibility he knew it was 
already too late.  And so he had put it out of his mind.  He had always kept 
that side of his life private, it was in fact probably the only secret he kept 
from Aragorn.  But it seemed that Aragorn had been keeping secrets of his 
own.  This now obvious attraction was surprising to say the least; the last 
thing he had been expecting this night was for Aragorn to seduce him.  
Legolas did not delude himself that this was more than what it seemed, the 
Man had spoken no words of love but at the same time Legolas did not 
believe that the man he knew would betray his intended not to mention 
their own friendship for a quick tumble. The Elf knew that Men in battle 
sometimes sought comfort with each other and even though he had been 
quick to give Aragorn that excuse the Man had not taken it, indeed he had 
been most emphatic about it.  He did no know what lay before them other 
than more hardship so he would give this man, his friend, what he could 
and take what was offered in return.  The rest he would let trouble him in 
the morning for now, all that mattered was the touch of Aragorn’s hot 
mouth on his and the effect of that strong body on his own.  
 
The sudden burst of desperation that had inspired the kiss slowly 
dissipated the frantic hands that clung to his back and shoulders became a 
softer caress.  The Man’s hard body burned against his own, so similar, so 
different.  The strength in the muscles beneath his hands was undoubtable 
as was the unyielding length of flesh that pressed against his hip.  His legs 
began to tremble as Aragorn’s strong hand found his swelling erection 
once more and Legolas was glad the man held him upright.  He pressed 
himself into Aragorn’s hand and placed hot open-mouthed kisses to his 
throat, he could feel the man’s pulse racing beneath the tender skin.  His 
own heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps as 
Aragorn’s skilled hand stroked him.  
 
Aragorn couldn’t believe how quickly Legolas responded to him, he 
hadn’t allowed himself to believe that something – anything – would ever 
happen between them.  That would have been a torture beyond words.  
But now with Legolas so wonderfully receptive in his arms, his soft sighs 
haunting the air, Aragorn began to pray that this wasn’t some cruel wine 
induced dream.  The unwanted thought made him once again desperate to 
experience all of Legolas that he could.  With clumsy fingers he unlaced 
the Elf’s leggings, the hot flesh beneath fit his palm perfectly, like the hilt 
of his own sword.  Legolas trembled in his arms as Aragorn stroked him 
and with one last claiming kiss to the now breathless Elven mouth the 
Man sank to his knees like a worshipper in a temple.  He paused a moment 
to admire the rising column of flesh then lapped at the pearls of liquid 
gathering at the tip.  Glancing up when the soft moans suddenly stopped 
Aragorn saw the Legolas had bitten his lip to halt the flow of his lust filled 
sounds.  The Man was at once determined to hear them again.  He closed 
his mouth over the tip of Legolas’ erection, suckling like a babe in its 
mother’s arms.  He teased the weeping slit with his tongue earning a 
quickly choked off moan in return.  Feeling the Elf’s knees quivering 
against his chest he gripped Legolas tightly by the hips, steadying him as 
best he could.  Glancing up again when Legolas’ fingers fastened onto his 
shoulders, the sight almost undid him.  Legolas’ slender form arched back 
like a sapling in a windstorm, his head fell back and he sent whispered 
words of desire into the night sky. 
 
Aragorn rubbed the heel of his hand against the aching bulge in his own 
breeches his murmur of pleasure sending a tremor straight through 
Legolas’ body.  
 
Legolas stared up at the treetops, he seemed incapable of sustaining a 
thought for more than a moment or two, he was aware that he was 
speaking out loud but had no control over what those unthinking words 
were.  The sweet heat of Aragorn’s mouth was almost unbearable and his 
hand squeezed and fondled in a most agreeable way.  His release was 
building inside, he felt like a bow strung too tightly ready to snap.  He 
dropped his chin to his chest trying to he find the words he needed, the 
sight of Aragorn on his knees, his hand working over his own straining 
flesh sent Legolas over the edge.  He wrenched his hand from Aragorn’s 
shoulder and bit down on his knuckle to block the cries that burst forth.  
His hips moved of their own volition as he spent himself.  His legs 
buckled and once more Aragorn held him up, he leaned heavily on the 
Man’s shoulder as the entire world tilted beneath his feet.