Title: Prying Eyes
Author: Oakenshield (Oakenshield@lonelymountain.zzn.com)
Pairing(s): Aragorn / Arwen , Legolas / ?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Legolas gets caught being a voyeur
Disclaimer: They're not mine, alas
Warning: This is slash but it also contains a fairly graphic het scene. 
Authors Note: Dedicated to Jess, my lovely beta.




  "Please?" his voice was like a desperate whisper on the breeze, barely heard. "I may never 
see you again. We have but this one night."
  "I cannot give you what you desire most," she answered, looking away from his eyes. "You 
know I cannot. It would be wrong."
  "And I do not ask that of you," he said, sliding his hands around her slim waist and pulling 
her in towards him so her head rested upon his shoulder. "I ask only for what you are willing 
to give me and you have given me so much already, far more than I deserve."
Arwen pulled herself from the embrace and slowly walked a few steps away from him, 
turning her back. Slowly, perhaps nervously, she slipped the shimmering material of her dress 
from each shoulder before letting it drop to the floor. 
Aragorn stared, blinking like a mole in the sun, at the beauty before him, at the raven hair 
hanging loose down the slim strong back, the ample curve of her waist and her hips, her long 
slender legs, porcelain skin glowing with inner light.
  "I should not be allowed this," he whispered, taking two hesitant steps towards her, reaching 
out but afraid to touch her.
  "You should," she replied. "You are."
Placing tentative hands at her waist, he lowered his head to press a soft kiss to her left 
shoulder, another to her neck, another to the pointed tip of her ear. "So beautiful…" he 
murmured against her skin.
She withdrew from his hands and turned slowly to face him, stepping out of the dress that lay 
pooled like snow about her ankles. If she felt at all self-conscious, it didn't show. She stood 
straight and proud, naked beneath the trees, unaware of the unwanted presence so close to her.
     Legolas tried hard to keep his breathing shallow so as not to be heard lurking behind a tree. 
He knew he should leave, but he couldn't force his eyes away from the beauty of the moment, 
the beauty of her. Or of him for that matter. He wasn't deliberately spying, he had just 
happened to walk this way at an inopportune moment. And now he was transfixed by 
something neither man nor Elf had seen before. The most beautiful being alive, unclothed and 
so close to him that he could have reached out and touched her. But she was not his to touch. 
  Aragorn rested a hand on her shoulder, pushing her hair back over it, before running his 
fingers down her neck - where the Evenstar no longer hung - and across her collarbone. His 
hand faltered there for a moment before she nodded her assent and he fondled lower to cup a 
firm breast, allowing his fingers to run across the nipple already peaked by the chill air. His 
hand came to rest against her heart and he closed his eyes as he felt the rhythm. 
  "While there is life in your body Estel, my heart shall keep beating for you," she promised 
with only the slightest tremble of emotion breaking into her voice while the pain shone in her 
eyes as bright as stars.
  "And while there is love in my heart I will not die." He dipped his head to kiss a tear from 
her cheek. 
Arwen twisted her head to claim his lips with hers in a kiss that never seemed to want to end. 
As she gave a small gasp against his mouth, and his tongue parted her lips, her hands moved 
to unclasp his belt and remove his robes so he stood in but his trousers. He visibly shivered at 
the cold air but she did not feel it and she pressed him close to herself to warm him, running 
her hands over his broad back. Pressing on his shoulders, she pushed him to his knees, 
lowering herself to sit across his lap. He brushed his lips against the column of her neck, 
bending his neck lower to follow the path his fingers had taken across her collarbone and over 
the soft warm tissue of her breast. Her head fell back as he closed his lips around her nipple. 
He ran his hands through the length of dark hair, leaving one resting at the small of her back 
as the other passed over her hip to rest upon her thigh. Supporting her, he lowered her onto 
her back and stretched the length of his body above her. 
  No words were spoken between the two, no wind stirred the trees, even the birds had ceased 
their song to grant the lovers silent regard, and Legolas was certain the thudding of his heart 
could be heard above all else. Long he had held a fancy for the ranger, but for him to be 
feeling lust towards the daughter of Elrond? It was sinful. She was forbidden to all, even 
Aragorn. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as he watched the strong muscles tense in 
Aragorn's arms and ripple across his back as he supported his weight above Arwen. Again, he 
told himself he should not be watching but he still couldn't bring himself to draw his eyes 
away. 
Arwen's eyes closed and a soft cry escaped her lips as Aragorn suckled her nipple, caressing 
the other breast with his fingers. Such gentleness from hands more used to holding a sword. 
Leaving his hand in place, his lips worked lower down her chest and across her stomach, 
worshipping every inch of her. She arched into his touch, spreading her legs as he came to 
kneel between them. Leaving her breast, his hand moved to her knee, tracing patterns there 
for a while, and he smiled as she squirmed. Was she ticklish there? 
Stopping the teasing, his hand crept across to her inner thigh stroking gently upwards in small 
circles, pausing to lavish attention at the top of her leg. He looked up for permission to 
venture further. Not even a nod was needed to assure him, a look was enough. Was his hand 
really trembling as it ran through the soft hair between her legs? It certainly looked as though 
it was. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip as his middle finger rubbed firmly against the knot 
of nerve endings before extending its course to slide between the folds of skin. He made no 
attempt to penetrate but even so his finger came away glistening with wetness. 
  "Ahh…Estel…" she gasped as his fingers parted the skin and he lowered his head to taste 
the moist pleasures hidden there. 
  Legolas swallowed hard, trying desperately to vanquish the ever-growing ball of lust sitting 
in the pit of his stomach. He could see the movement of Aragorn's lips, the tightening of his 
jaw, as he licked and suckled in the most forbidden of places. Thoughts ran through Legolas's 
head - could he feel her wetness against his chin? Did his beard graze her? excite her? Did his 
hands feel rough against her skin? He could feel himself begin to harden as she let forth a cry 
of pleasure. What did he wish? That he was touching her so? Or that Aragorn was touching 
him? 
Even in the darkness, he could see Aragorn's tongue moving in languid circles, hesitating 
occasionally to add sweet drawn out torment to the pleasure. Arwen was whimpering and 
writhing on the ground and Aragorn had to take a firm hold on her hips to keep her still.  Her 
left hand sunk into his hair, tugging gently, twisting dark locks around her fingers; the right 
rested on her stomach. Without looking up, Aragorn gently tapped that hand away and 
reached to stroke across the sensitive flesh. Her hand rose to her breasts and she began to 
touch herself there, tracing lightly around her nipples with a fingertip. Legolas leaned his 
weight against the tree trunk, feeling his legs were unable to hold it anymore. Somehow, his 
hand had unconsciously found its way between his legs and was kneading the hardening bulge 
there. 
  He watched Aragorn's head bob as fast strokes were added to the tenderness. Arwen's hands 
clawed at the fallen leaves as she cried out, writhing as his skilled mouth brought her nearer 
and nearer to the brink. She looked on fire - pale cheeks flushed, skin soaked in a sheen of 
sweat that glistened and glowed. 
Legolas clutched himself harder, manipulating the length of himself through the material of 
his leggings, holding back a sigh as the soft cloth came into close contact with the head of his 
cock and he felt himself rise higher.  
Aragorn's raised his hand to Arwen's mouth then and nudged her lower lip with his finger. 
Her dark lashes fluttered and her mouth opened slightly, her tongue darting out to wet the end 
of his finger. He withdrew after only a moment, leaving her sighing until he traced the digit 
across her nipple and she moaned as the cold air caused her wet skin to tighten further, 
heightening the sensation of arousal.
Legolas felt the snug material of his leggings begin to become uncomfortable. With a shaking 
hand, he undid the button and released his straining erection, unable to stop himself sighing in 
contentment of his release. Aragorn paused for a moment and Legolas held his breath, shifting 
back behind the tree and pressing his back to it.
  "What is it?" Arwen said, her voice heavy with desire and laced with frustration. The pause 
before Aragorn answered seemed to last an age.
  "Nothing," he said finally. "It's nothing, it's all right." 
It was all Legolas could do not to let his breath out in one great whoosh. As close as he had 
been to getting caught, he could not move now. Aragorn would surely hear his footsteps if he 
tried to walk away. He dared to inch back around the side of the tree to resume his watching 
place as Aragorn continued his administrations. As dangerous as he knew it was, he began to 
stroke himself as he watched.
  "Your inquisitive eyes roam too far, little Elf," a voice hissed in his ear as a large hand 
clamped over his mouth. An arm crushed painfully around his chest, pinning his arms to his 
sides. 
Legolas tensed in the tight grasp but made no attempt to try and escape in fear of making too 
much noise. He could feel colour rise to his cheeks and he was certain he blushed all the way 
from his feet to his ears. To be caught like this! What now? Would he be marched before 
Elrond? How would he be made to pay for his perversions? Would he have to beg to have his 
secret kept? He turned his head to see who had hold of him but the hand across his mouth also 
cupped his chin and held his head forward. His breath grew faster in a mixture of fear and 
reluctant anticipation as a hand uncurled his own fingers from around his cock and took a 
strong grip on it; not moving, just gripping. The hands were cool, he noticed, and callused. 
His heart skipped a few beats as a tongue was extended into his ear. Was he to share his 
voyeurism with this stranger? He moaned softly and in return, each hand was tightened 
harder, across his mouth and around his cock, making him wince. Teeth nipped his earlobe 
and his stomach lurched. 
  "Look at her," the voice whispered as his eyelids fell shut. 
 The silence of the night was broken by a keening cry of "Estel! Estel! Sii! Sii, a'maelamin!"
Arwen's back arched off the ground as Aragorn brought her to her climax. Legolas's eyes 
snapped open wide as he felt a strip of cloth bound around his mouth, leaving the hand that 
muzzled him free to slip inside his robes to lightly caress a nipple and despite the gag he 
whined as quietly as he possibly could as the teat sprang to life beneath the taunting 
fingertips.
The cloth was soft and smelled slightly of hay. It was tied tightly around the back of his head, 
covering the main part of his ears, but his captor had left the delicate tips uncovered and was 
licking them each in turn, certainly aware of the stimulation it was causing. He could feel 
warm breath against the wettened flesh. He felt his knees growing weaker by the second. Too 
much. It was too much. The hand that had been playing within his robes moved to pull his 
hair sharply, forcing him to look back at the scene before him. 
Arwen lay as still as a carven statue, save for the rapid rise and fall of her breast as she 
struggled to catch her breath. Her sapphire eyes blinked open to look at her lover and her full 
lips curved into a smile. 
  "Erio," she ordered softly.
Aragorn obeyed, straightening from his position between her legs leaving Legolas with a 
more than adequate view before she moved to kneel as Aragorn stood up. Reaching up with 
long fingers, she unlaced the ties on his trousers and peeled them down his legs. 
Legolas was greeted with the sight of firm buttocks and muscled thighs. Aragorn had his back 
to him now. He tried not to think of the sight Arwen was greeted with. He had all but 
forgotten the unknown presence behind him until he sank back and found himself supported 
by a strong arm. Soft kisses were placed along his neck as the gentle, barely perceptible 
clenching motion of the hand around his cock nearly drove him insane. He forced his eyes to 
stay open as Arwen lay back and pulled Aragorn down to kneel astride her. Legolas ran his 
eyes over the man's body, drinking in the sight of every scar, every hardened muscle, his 
cock, engorged and darkened with blood. Legolas felt a rush of lust surge to his groin and he 
tried to thrust forward into the hand only to be back. He groaned in frustration but the sound 
only seemed to amuse his captor for he felt the body shake with silent laughter.
Aragorn settled with his hands supporting his weight above Arwen's shoulders. Reaching up 
to carress his cheek, her other hand began the exploration of his body, pressing over hard 
muscles of his abdomen, running through the slight smattering of hair on his chest. He 
shuddered as she reached down and ran the tip of her finger up the underside of his shaft.
  "Show me?" 
Legolas didn't hear the words but he understood the movement of her lips. Aragorn nodded 
and reached down to take her hand, closing it around him and guiding it slowly up and down. 
A low moan escaped his lips as he removed his hand and she was touching him alone, looking 
into his eyes, whispering things that Legolas couldn't hear. Whatever she was saying, it was 
having a positive effect on Aragorn and she was moving her hand faster as she spoke.
Again, Legolas tried to push forward into the cool grip around his cock. The hand gave a firm 
squeeze, no more. A thumb ran around the ridge of the slick head, lingering to stroke across 
the slit before becoming still again. He was so aroused, painfully hard and leaking profusely, 
that only the gentlest touch was enough to set his nerve endings screaming. Tears of pain and 
frustration and humiliation traced his cheeks. He would have pleaded if he hadn't been 
gagged. The spare hand once again slid inside his robes to tease his nipples as his ear and 
neck were kissed and licked. He nearly sobbed as the hand left his cock, moving beneath to 
fondle his balls, squeezing the heavy sac in a torturously slow rhythm. Though his arms were 
now free, he didn't dare to move to touch himself, as much as he wanted to. Instead, he 
clenched his fists at his side, his fingernails biting into his palms in an attempt to move the 
focus of pain from the throbbing ache between his legs.
He couldn't bear to watch anymore. Aragorn had collapsed forward onto his elbows yet left 
Legolas a clear view of Arwen's hand pumping him. He couldn't bear it. Even with the man's 
head lowered, he could still see his face contort as waves of pleasure pulsed through him, he 
could still see him shudder as he tried to remain upright, still see the sweat upon his back. He 
gave in to the heavy feeling weighing on his eyelids and let them fall shut, losing himself to 
the sounds of panting and moaning, the feeling of the warm wet tongue against the tip of his 
ear, the hand that was now moving to grip his cock again, finally moving frantically up and 
down his length. He leaned his head back against the shoulder of his captor, holding his 
breath to stifle a squeal as his right nipple was twisted painfully. His cock twitched with the 
familiar tingling throb of impending orgasm but his captor chose not to acknowledge this - in 
fact, to deliberately ignore it - cruelly slackening the grip. He gave a sob as he was left 
hanging on the brink of release. A finger tickled at the underside of the head, playing with the 
steady trickle of fluid that was weeping from it.  
He heard Aragorn give a drawn out cry. He could imagine it - him releasing himself into 
Arwen's hand, the milky substance dripping onto her skin, deep grey eyes rolled back in 
pleasure, sweat dripping from his brow.
The fingers closed agonizingly tight around his shaft and began to pump him. The mental 
images teamed with the fervent friction of the rough hand him sent him over the edge. A fire 
ripped through his veins and descended with a sudden gush of heat to his groin. His legs 
finally gave out and he sank into the arm that was wrapped tightly around his chest, gripping a 
slender branch of the tree to keep himself from collapsing altogether. Wave after wave of 
heightened sensation seized him until, with a cry he hoped wouldn't be heard - or at least 
wouldn't be distinguished  - over Aragorn, he spilled himself as the hand pumped him to 
climax, not letting up the tight hard rhythm until every drop was drawn from him. Then he 
was dropped to his knees, shaking with the aftershocks that refused to stop juddering through 
his body. 
  "Maelui ellon-neth," the voice whispered in his ear, dripping with accusation. 
Raising trembling hands to wipe the tears from his face, Legolas risked looking up, but his 
tormentor had vanished as quickly and as quietly as they had come. 

~ END ~ 

Translations
* Sii! Sii, a'maelamin! - Now! Now, my beloved!
* Erio - Arise
* Maelui ellon-neth - Lustful young elf.