Title: Redemption
Author : Littlestkitten (kurabate@hotmail.com)
Pairing:Aragorn/Legolas
Rating:Nc17
Summary:Legolas has to deal with past memories and past horrors. It soesn't help
that Aragorn tries to do the same thing to him. L/A Slash and lemon. Finished.
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR. I only own my words and the order in which I put
them in.
Warning: If you don't like slash, lemons(explicit sex scenes), or not to graphic
rape, don't read.
Feedback: Yes please. I would love it if people would tell me what they think.
Flames will be used to further Leggy and Aragorn's enjoyment in bed.

	Legolas looked up slightly to see if Aragorn was still staring at him. He
shifted pretending to move in his sleep, wincing as he hit his head against a
tree trunk near by. He noticed Aragorn tense and move forward as if to see if he
had been awoken.

	Legolas held his breath hoping that Aragorn wouldn’t realize that he was awake,
or that he had been for the last couple of hours. Aragorn sat back against the
log he was sitting on. Legolas sighed hoping that his acting had been efficient
and Aragorn still believed him asleep.

	“Nice try Legolas,” Aragorn said making him tense up with something akin to
fear though he didn’t know why, “I know your awake and I would like to ask you a
question if you don’t mind.”

	“What,” Legolas hissed not liking the way this night was going. First they had
been separated from the fellowship and now Aragorn probably thought he had been
staring. Well let him think what he would, Aragorn had been staring first. He
was shaken out of his reverie by Aragorn asking his question. Legolas realized
with a start that he had no clue what Aragorn had just said.

	“Um, what was that you said,” Legolas whispered blushing furiously and knowing
without looking that Aragorn had that little amused half smile of his that he
got when somebody had done something stupid. He glared up at Aragorn daring him
to say something about it.
	
	Aragorn’s grin turned into a smirk and he said very slowly as if he were
talking to a two year old (or Goku) “I asked, if there was a reason why you had
been pretending to be asleep and staring at me for the past few hours.”
	
	“For your information,” Legolas started hotly, “I couldn’t sleep and was
watching you to try to figure out why you were staring at me.
	
	Aragorn blinked his eyes in surprise, he hadn’t realized that Legolas had
noticed his staring. He wasn’t in the mood for this, it was to stressful. He
glared at Legolas who was giving him a gloating look and stomped off into the
woods.
	
	Legolas stared after the man wondering what he had done wrong. Surely Aragorn
couldn’t be mad a him. The ranger had been the first to stare after all. He
shook his head trying to clear all the wandering thoughts. He would just have to
ask Aragorn when he came back. Of course the ranger had been gone awhile.
Legolas looked around debating going after him.
	
	He decided quickly and jumped up following the man’s trail. It wasn’t hard to
find seeing that the Aragorn had been in a hurry and for all his elf like grace
was definitely not an elf. Legolas made good time and soon found Aragorn hunched
down in the base of a tree looking at the stars.
	
	The human didn’t seem to notice that he was there but Legolas knew that
Aragorn had probably heard him coming. He sat down next to the man and waited
for him to speak.
	
	“The stars are beautiful tonight,” Aragorn whispered. But not as beautiful as
you Legolas couldn’t help but add to himself.
	
	“What?” Aragorn asked surprise written over his face. Legolas blushed a deep
crimson all the way to the tips of his ears realizing that he must have spoken
out loud. “Nothing,” he quickly muttered and looked away.
	
	“Oh no you don’t,” Aragorn said smiling slightly, half with joy and half with
amusement. He reached over and placed a hand firmly under Legolas’ chin to keep
him from looking away. “Now what was that you said.”
	
	“I said,” Legolas said glaring at the smirking human, “But not as beautiful as
you, there are you happy now?”
	
	Aragorn smirked down at him and before Legolas could do anything kissed the
embarrassed elf. Legolas gasped in surprise and stared at Aragorn wondering at
his motivations. It didn’t really matter to Legolas though, Aragorn probably
just wanted sex. And Legolas would give him that, all's he wanted was at least
one night with the man that he loved.
	
	With that in mind he leaned forward and kissed Aragorn back. It was a soft
kiss, and Legolas felt himself melt into Aragorn’s arm forgetting everything for
a moment. The kiss soon grew wild, a battle between tongues with neither willing
to surrender.
	
	The ranger smiled and leaned against Legolas making him fall backwards. Aragorn
positioned himself above Legolas never once breaking their kiss. He put pressure
lightly on Legolas’ wrists, not to much to hurt but just enough to show who was
boss.
	
	Aragorn’s eyes scanned Legolas’ prone form appraisingly, noticing the faint
blush that stained his cheeks. He leaned forward planting a soft butterfly kiss
on his lips. Aragorn moved backwards slightly to better see Legolas’ reaction.
	
	Legolas stared at him smiling slightly. He licked his lips and Aragorn couldn’t
help but notice how such a thing, so simple in nature could be so erotic.
Legolas gulped noticing Aragorn’s lustful eyes for the first time and realized
exactly what was about to happen. He had known this was what they were going to
do but hadn’t really thought about it. He was overtaken with a sudden sense of
fear and tried to get away. Legolas pulled back and tried to break free of the
grasp that held him.
	
	Aragorn was confused by this but would not let Legolas get away. He had been
waiting for this for too long. Legolas continued to struggle realizing that
Aragorn wasn’t going to let him go.
	
	Aragorn was not giving though and Legolas’ struggling just strengthened his
resolve for what he was about to do. He pushed Legolas against a tree crushing
their lips together. Legolas gasped, a muffled sound against Aragorn’s mouth.
His struggles getting more desperate. It was to no avail though, for Aragorn
proved to be the stronger of the two and Legolas was quite trapped between him
and the tree trunk.
	
	“Estel stop,” he whimpered when Aragorn moved away for air. “Please don’t,
please don’t do this to me.”
	
	Aragorn looked down with growing horror realizing what he had been about to do.
He let Legolas go and stepped back shaking his head in denial.
	
	“No,” He whispered almost to quietly for Legolas’ keen hearing to pick up.
“Legolas, I’m sorry I, I don’t know what came over me. I, please forgive me.”
	
	Legolas nodded his head unable to squeeze words past the lump in his throat. He
turned away running into the night as fast as his feet would carry him.
	
	Aragorn stood up not believing what he had almost done. His sweet, sweet
Legolas deserved only soft gentle hands on him, not the rough embrace Aragorn
had given him. He stumbled after Legolas hoping that it wasn’t to late to save
their friendship and trust.

****
	
	As Legolas ran old memories began to assault him. He was brought back to a time
when he had still retained the innocence of youth. Before it had been snatched
cruelly away from him. Kneeling down on the hard ground he leaned against a tree
and tried not to remember. But it was useless and soon he gave into the memories
that Aragorn had awoken in him.

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Flashback
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	Legolas prince of Mirkwood slowly walked to his fathers door not wanting to
talk to him in his drunken state but also not daring to disobey an order. He
took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He was rewarded with an assurance
that the door was unlocked and told to hurry up and come inside.
	
	He stepped in hesitantly and was met with his father’s fist. Gasping in pain
and surprise he almost fell at of the room but was stopped by a hand grabbing
the front of his tunic and yanking him inside.
	
	Legolas heard the door slam and felt his father grab him and throw him to the
unforgiving floor of the room. He whimpered in pain wishing he had simply
avoided his father. His drunken wrath was far worse then his sober one.
	
	“What took you so long,” his father slurred at him, his breath reeking of ale. 	
Legolas struggled out of the hard embrace and was rewarded with a fist to his
jaw. His father hit him in the ribs breaking many and bruising more. He gasped
in agony as he was hit there again and again, his father not caring if his blows
ripped his son’s lungs past repair. Not caring about anything other then venting
his anger, Legolas being the closest thing around.
	
	“You little shit how dare you try to get away from me,” he hissed into Legolas’
ear. “I’ll teach you to be so disrespectful.”
	
	With that Thranduil pushed his youngest son onto his bed ripping off his
clothes and touching him a manner that no father should ever touch their son.
Legolas cried out as white hot agony assaulted his senses. He thought he would
surely be ripped in two and almost hoped he would be as long as it spared him
any further abuse.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
End Flashback
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	Aragorn stopped and tilted his head listening. He caught a soft sound in the
wind and followed it to it’s source. What he saw made his heart break into a
million pieces, made him loathe his very existence.
	
	Legolas lay there curled up into a fetal position. Sobs racked his body and his
eyes were red and swollen from crying. Aragorn moved forward realizing that
Legolas was asleep, he slowly, as to not wake up his sleeping friend, reached
his hand out to touch him and hopefully comfort him.
	
	All plans for comfort were destroyed for Legolas woke with a start and jerked
away terror in his eyes. He seemed to relax slightly when he realized that it
was Aragorn but then stiffened back up as memories of the past few hours came
back to him.
	
	Legolas gulped and stared at Aragorn his eyes wide and frantic like a wild
animal caught in a snare. Aragorn dropped his hand not willing to look into
Legolas’ hurt eyes knowing that he had been the one to cause that pain.
	
	Aragorn stared at Legolas pleadingly, asking for permission to hold him, to
comfort him. Legolas nodded his head and instantly felt warm arms surround him.
He stiffened but fought back his instant reaction to push Aragorn away. He still
wasn’t ready for such intimacy but knew that Aragorn needed the confirmation of
their friendship.
	
	“I’m so sorry Legolas,” Aragorn whispered,  “I didn’t mean to, I would never
intentionally hurt you, I just lost control and at first you were so willing...”
	
	“I know, I know,” Legolas replied, “I was willing, it just brought back bad
memories. Do not despair all his forgiven.”
	
	Aragorn jerked back and stared into his friends eyes, searching, as if he
expected to find something hidden in the depths of those emerald green orbs.
Legolas for once in his life held back nothing and let all his emotions show,
sadness, unspoken fear and anger, and even love.
	
	“What happened to you?” Aragorn asked noticing the look in Legolas’ eyes, “did
somebody do something to you in the past.
	
	Legolas nodded silently remembering that painful night. He trembled and wished
he could just forget. But he couldn’t for elves remembered all that happened to
them, even if they wished it not so.
	
	Even though Aragorn had not asked again he still felt compelled to tell him. He
had never told anyone what had happened, his father had made him swear not to,
telling him that if he ever did he would wish that he had never been born.
	
	“When I was a child,” he began, his voice could barely be heard against the
wind. “My father, he, he raped me.”
	
	Legolas bent his head in shame believing that Aragorn would hate him, would
think that it was his fault and that he was a weakling for letting that happen.
Indeed, that was what his father had told him, though not in so many words. He
had said that Legolas was a bad person and that he had done it to punish him. He
had told his son that he had deserved it for not being stronger, for disobeying
him. And Legolas had believed him, every word of it. It had eaten at him this
shame, until he had tried to kill himself. But his father had found him and had
punished him severely for the attempt. Legolas had never dared to try it again
after that.
	
	“I’ll kill him,” Aragorn stated blandly. “That bastard! How dare he have done
this to you?”
	
	“No, Aragorn don’t, don’t say that. It, it was my fault.”
	
	Aragorn stared at him utterly confused. Had he heard right? How could it have
been Legolas’ fault? He had been raped after all.
	
	“What are you talking about Legolas? How is it your fault? He raped you.”
	
	“I was bad,” Legolas whispered, looking at the ground. “ I had disobeyed him.”
	
	“Did he tell you this?” Aragorn asked hardly believing what he was hearing. How
could Legolas think that it had been his fault? He had done nothing wrong.
	
	“Yes,” Legolas nodded his head wondering why Aragorn was asking him these
questions. He had been bad, he had deserved it. Why should it matter?
	
	“Legolas, Legolas look at me.” Aragorn reached down and cupped Legolas’ chin
with his hand and pulled it up to look in his eyes. “No matter what your father
told you, it was not your fault. You are not to blame here, he is. Anybody who
would rape their child is a horrible person who doesn’t deserve to live. Now,
now stop, that don’t cry.”
	
	Aragorn pulled Legolas closer holding him and rocking him back and forth slowly
muttering soothing things until Legolas stopped crying and was calm.
	
	Legolas was having trouble digesting all of this. All his life his father had
always told him that he was weak and stupid and was lucky to even be allowed to
live. Everything he did, he did to make his father happy. He knew that if he
didn’t there would be hell to pay.
	
	Aragorn pulled Legolas closer offering what comfort he could. He knew Legolas
needed some time to figure things out. But he couldn’t help but think about how
nice it felt to hold Legolas close, to run his fingers through his silk like
hair.
	
	Before he knew what he was doing he had his lips pressed against Legolas’ and
was sampling the sweet flavor that was indefinitely his. Legolas didn’t pull
back this time, he knew that Aragorn would never hurt him and had every
intention of enjoying this while he could.
	
	He ran his hands through the younger mans hair and opened his mouth inviting
him in. Legolas moaned pressing himself closer and crushing his lips against
Aragorn’s. His tongue plumaged the man’s essence and probed around the deep
cavern of his mouth.
	
	Aragorn was in heaven, he had been waiting for this moment it seemed for his
whole life. He moved his mouth down gently sucking and nipping on the flawless
skin under his lips. He was losing control quickly and wondered at how long he
wold be able to keep this slow pace. He would have to for he didn’t want to rush
Legolas. He was not about to screw this up again.
	
	He slowly made his way down Legolas’ jaw line to his throat stopping only to
occasionally nip and suckle the marble skin. He wanted to taste every part of
Legolas, to steal the elf’s very essence. Careful not to rush the immortal
beneath him he continued his careful ministrations.
	
	But Legolas it seemed was ready for more then this. Before Aragorn knew what
was happening he was on the ground with Legolas straddling his hips, and his
tunic half off. He blinked his eyes in surprise at the quickness Legolas had
just shown.
	
	Legolas couldn’t have enough of this, he lost himself in Aragorn’s taste,
smell, and texture. He practically ripped off his tunic and made his way down
Aragorn’s abdomen licking and biting the whole way.
	
	Legolas took one half erect nipple in his mouth and slowly swirled his tongue
around while gently squeezing the other. Aragorn was thrashing around and making
the most delightfully erotic noises that sounded like they were ripped from his
very soul.
	
	The man moaned wantonly as Legolas let go of the little nub of flesh. He was
soon rewarded for the brief loss of contact by having his other nipple sucked
deliciously. He had had enough of this though and was ready to take control.
	
	He grabbed the elf's hips and with a quick jerking movement was soon on top. He
set to torturing Legolas as he had been tortured a moment ago. He ground their
erections together and nipped the elf’s pointed ear eliciting a loud whimper. He
looked down thinking he had hurt the elf but instead found Legolas’ glazed eyes
telling him quite clearly to continue. He chuckled and stored away the fact that
elves apparently liked having their ears bitten and continued his slow torture.
	
	He mimicked the princes movements and swirled his tongue around one nipple and
then without warning bit it. Legolas cried out in ecstasy, arching his hips and
grinding their hips together. Legolas moaned in frustration as Aragorn continued
to torment the elf.
	
	Before Aragorn knew what was happening he was on his back with his wrists
pinned above his head. He growled at the elf who was holding him captive and
wriggled around a bit. He didn’t mind to much so his struggles were halfhearted.
	
	Legolas smirked at the human withering beneath him and showed the ranger just
exactly how torturous he could be. Transferring one of Aragorn’s hands to the
other so that he held both of them captive with only one of his he lightly
started tracing the outline of the humans jaw, marveling at the beauty before
him. He moved his hands down imprinting the feel of Aragorn on his mind and
watching reactions to know just where he liked to be touched the most. His
fingers stopped at the waistband of the rangers trousers and he let his hand
linger there toying with the fabric before slowly unlacing them and pulling them
off.
	
	Aragorn didn’t mind the extra freedom and was glad to be rid of the confining
pants. He knew that this meant that Legolas was ready for more interesting
things and could barely stop himself from roughly flipping the elf over and
taking him. For Legolas’ sake he didn’t though and waited for the elf to make
the first move in that direction.
	
	He didn’t have to wait long for Legolas chose that moment to slowly place
kisses upon his rock hard manhood. Aragorn gasped and bucked at the unexpected
touch. He felt he was going to explode if he didn’t find release soon and hoped
that Legolas would not torture him anymore but give him release.
	
	Legolas, it seemed, had decided to take mercy upon the human. He took him into
his mouth gagging slightly as the man bucked inside his throat unexpected
pleasure. He licked around Aragorn’s shaft and then came back down to stimulate
the head. He felt Aragorn quivering and knew that the human must be close to
release. The human started thrusting into his mouth faster and Legolas found
that he couldn’t keep up with the pace and let the man do what he would.
	
	Aragorn came suddenly shooting large bouts of cum down Legolas’ throat. Legolas
swallowed quickly making sure not to mis one drop os the milky white stuff. He
sucked at Aragorn’s cock until he was sure that know more would come and let it
drop back down.
	
	Legolas moved back up until he made contact with Aragorn’s mouth. Soon his mind
was sent reeling as he once again got a taste of Aragorn’s unique flavor.
Aragorn smiled at him as if asking if he could continue. Legolas nodded his head
gulping slightly as he felt himself slowly turned onto his stomach.
	
	Aragorn put two feelings up against his mouth and Legolas wondered at this
before opening his maw. He soon realized what the ranger wanted him to do and
suckled at the fingers till they were drenched with his saliva.
	
	Aragorn took his fingers away and lowly inserted one into Legolas’ tight
opening. Legolas stiffened at the odd sensation but slowly forced himself to
relax. When Aragorn deemed that he was ready he inserted another finger into the
natural warmth.
	
	He moved them around until he located Legolas’ sweet spot and rubbed it
lightly. Legolas jerked his hips backwards in surprise. He hadn’t felt anything
close to that before.
	
	The elf whimpered as Aragorn took his fingers out but was gratified when the
man inserted something much larger and warmer. He could feel Aragorn’s
self-control slipping and was losing patience fast with this slow penetration.
He jerked his hips forcing the ranger deep within him.
	
	They set a smooth rhythm thrusting against each other and occasionally crying
out in ecstasy. Aragorn angled himself so he would hit the tiny spot of pleasure
inside of Legolas. He moved his hand down grabbing hold of the immortals elfhood
and moving his hand up and down to their pace.
	
	Legolas soon found himself screaming out Aragorn’s name and spurting his
essence over the forest floor. The elf’s contracting muscles was enough to wend
the man over the edge and he soon emptied himself into his lovers body for the
second time that night.
	
	They both collapsed exhausted on the ground breathing in ragged gulps of air.
Aragorn smiled at his new found lover and lowered himself down so as to not
crush the elf. Legolas smiled back in contentment and pulled the man closer to
him.
	
	“I love you,” he said.
	
	“I love you too,” Aragorn whispered back and seemed that he had said nothing
truer in his whole life. they didn’t know what the future would bring but right
now they were content with each other.
	
The End