TITLE: Reunited
AUTHOR: J-Gi (all_things_chevy@hotmail.com)
PAIRING: Legolas/Aragorn, implied Frodo/Sam
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: At the reunion of the Fellowship of the Ring, Aragorn and Legolas do
some reuniting of their own.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters in this fic, or in any of LOTR
books, for that matter. . . they're all Tolkien's.  (Lucky bastard.)
AN: One thing--this fic assumes that Aragorn and Arwen were together and engaged
and all that, but she went West with most of the other elves in Middle Earth. 
And Aragorn, being the king of Gondor and all, had to stay.  Also, I know
there's quite a bit of exposition to this fic, which I know is annoying to some
people, but keep reading, cuz I promise it'll be worth it when you get to the
smut.


	Legolas urged his horse on faster as he neared the city of Minas Tirith. 
Already, he had traveled several days and nights; he was weary, and eager to see
the faces of his old and dear companions.  It had been 7 years since the defeat
of Sauron and the breaking of the Fellowship.  Long had he desired to see his
friends again, and he was grateful for this opportunity.
	A smile broke on his face when the gates of the White City came into view.  His
horse whinnied, as though he, too, recognized the sight.  He was a good horse
and knew well his master's will; he quickened his pace.
	It was not long before horse and rider were before the gates.  The guards
recognized Legolas immediately; they bowed low and proceeded to open the gates
of Minas Tirith.
	"I thank you, kind lords," said Legolas.
	Again the guards bowed, and the elf rode into the city.  There were people
about on the street, and as he rode past, many stopped what they were doing and
stared.  Rare was it to see an elf in Middle Earth these days; many of them had
gone West long ago.  And to see one riding through the streets of Minas Tirith
was unheard of.  But most of the on lookers knew well the story of their great
king, and this elf, they also knew, must have been one of his companions.
	The horse bore him quickly to the palace of Gondor's king, where, once again,
he was greeted by bowing guards.  Legolas dismounted and handed the reins to one
of the guards.
	"Take care of my horse," he said.
	"Of course, my Lord."
	"Has anyone else arrived?" Legolas questioned.
	"Gimli, son of Gloin, and Gandalf the white both are here, my lord."
	Legolas climbed the long staircase to the palace doors with eager steps.  The
guards at the doors did not bow; they simply opened wide the palace doors.
	The doors opened into a large hall, and there, at it's center, sitting
elegantly in his throne, was Gondor's king, Aragorn son of Arathorn.  He rose
when Legolas entered, a smile gracing his handsome face as he moved towards the
elf.
	"Legolas, my old friend!" he cried, pulling the elf into a brief embrace. 
Legolas, too, lifted his arms and held Aragorn for a moment.
	"It is wonderful to see you, Legolas," Aragorn said, breaking the embrace.
	"I am very glad to see you as well, Aragorn," Legolas answered.  "And very glad
to be here.  But where are the others?  I was told that Gimli and Gandalf were
already here."
	Aragon laughed.  "Yes, yes, they are here.  They have gone to see the gardens. 
Come, and we will join them."
	At that moment, the doors to the palace were again flung wide, and in from the
afternoon sun stepped two men of small stature--hobbits, recognizable
immediately as Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took.
	"Merry!  Pippin!" called Aragon.  He left Legolas' side to greet his newly
arrived guests.  He embraced them both at once, kneeling so as to be nearer
their height.
	"Come," said the King.  "We shall join our friends in the garden."
	"Legolas!" cried Pippin when he caught sight of the elf.
	Legolas chuckled.  "Hello, Pippin.  Hello, Merry."
	Greetings complete, the 4 companions left the hall.  Aragon leading, they
walked through several long corridors, until they came to a pair of tall,
intricately carved doors.  Aragon threw them open gracefully, revealing to his
guests the exquisite garden of Minas Tirith.  Their eyes wide with wonder, they
followed him into the garden, their feet passing over lush, deep green grass,
their eyes taking in tall trees and delicate flowers of all colors.  It was
widely rumored that this garden rivaled those of Rivendell.  Legolas had not,
until that moment, believed that anything made by the hands of a man could equal
that made by the elves.  But as his eyes took in the splendor of the garden, he
admitted to himself that he had been wrong.
	"It is as beautiful as the rumors say it is," he said to Aragorn.
	"Thank you," Aragorn replied.  "That is quite a thing to hear from an elf."
	Legolas smiled at the King.  Aragorn looked much the same as he had seven years
before.  His face was still handsome, his eyes still filled with a youthful
vigor.  The only signs of his age were the tiny lines around his eyes; the role
of king was not an easy one to fill.  And yet he filled it well.
	Looking about, Legolas spotted Gimli and Gandalf sitting on a bench shaded by a
great tree, deep in conversation.  Merry and Pippin had yet to notice the dwarf
and the wizard, as they were still entranced by the sheer beauty of their
surroundings.  Legolas approached the bench soundlessly, as elves are likely to
do.  He stood next to it in silence, until at last Gimli looked up and saw him. 
The dwarf started slightly, then smiled.
	"It's about time!" he cried, leaping onto the bench and flinging his arms
around a laughing Legolas.
	"I am happy to see you, Gimli," said the elf.
	Releasing Legolas, Gimli caught sight of Merry and Pippin, who still stood near
the entrance to the garden.  He jumped down from the bench and rushed to say
hello to the hobbits.
	"Legolas," said Gandalf, rising.  "How are you?"
	"I am well, Gandalf.  And you?"
	The old wizard smiled.  He, unlike Aragorn, seemed to have aged much in seven
years.  Legolas could not help but notice that Gandalf leaned heavily on his
staff.
	"I am growing old, Legolas," said Gandalf with a smile.  "But I suppose that
for my age I am well enough."
	"I am glad to hear it," said the elf.  And truly he was glad to know that his
friend was well.
	"Here you all are!" cried a familiar voice from the garden's entrance.
	It was Samwise Gamgee, standing just outside the doors to the palace, arms
crossed over his chest, a smile on his round face.
	Legolas watched as Aragorn stepped forth to meet the portly hobbit.  He knelt
before Sam and hugged him, the same greeting he had bestowed on the other
hobbits.
	Not long after the present guests welcomed Samwise, Frodo Baggins arrived,
completing the reunited fellowship.  By now, the sun was beginning to slip
behind the mountains in the west; gray clouds had begun to fill the sky.
	"Let us return to the hall," said Aragorn.  "There is much to be said and much
to be listened to."

*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*
	After hours of talking, sharing stories of things they had seen and done since
their last meeting, the pack of travelers was hungry.
	"Then eat we shall, my dear old friends!" Aragorn announced.
	He led his guests to a dining room, where a table was laid with a magnificent
amount of food.  This delighted all of the travelers, especially the hobbits. 
The food was delicious, the wine fine and rich, the company delightful.  It was
not long before the 8 friends were in high spirits.  As the meal drew to a
close, Aragorn lifted his glass in a toast.
	"7 years have I reigned over Gondor, yet never has my table seen so fine a
feast with so fine a company of guests to partake of it!"
	"Hear hear!" cried Gimli, and he, too, lifted his glass.
	The others joined in, raising their own glasses and sipping their wine.
	Frodo then took up his own glass.  "Let us also toast to Boromir," he said, his
voice quiet.  "May his spirit always live on with us."
	Again glasses were lifted, this time in reverence, and wine sipped.
	The hobbits were beginning to nod, having been filled with food and drink. 
They bid their friends good night, and retired to their bed chambers.  Soon
after, Gimli also said good night and left the dining room.
	Gandalf, Legolas and Aragorn moved into the parlor, a comfortably furnished
room lit by a blazing fire.  Together, the three of them sat and recalled long
ago adventures in places far away.
	Gandalf, at last, announced that he wished to retire.  He put out his pipe and
left for his chambers, leaving Aragorn and Legolas alone in the great parlor.
	Legolas stared at his host, Aragorn son of Arathorn, Isildur's heir, King of
Gondor.  He looked as though he were thinking, the corners of his mouth pulled
downward giving the hint of a frown, his pipe held tight in his teeth.
	"What are you thinking about, Aragorn?" Legolas inquired softly.
	Aragorn looked up from his reverie.  "Of nothing, really," he replied.  "I was
remembering more than I was thinking."
	"What were you remembering, then?"
	"Her," Aragorn murmured.  "She is whom I remember."
	"Do you think of her often?"
	"No," said Aragorn.  "But occasionally, her memory does invade my mind."
	Legolas smiled sympathetically.  "She is not coming back.  She had no choice to
leave, you no choice but to stay."
	"I know, I know."
	"And undoubtedly many beautiful women have filled your bed in her absence."
	"You are wrong, Legolas.  I have not felt the stirrings of passion for any
woman since her."
	"And have you felt the stirrings of passion for any men?"
	Aragorn looked up, surprised at his friends question.  "Well, no," said
Aragorn.  "Why do you ask that?"
	Legolas smiled, enjoying how unexpected the question had been, how unexpected
his proposition was going to be.  "I have often felt the stirrings of passion
for you, Aragorn."
	A look of astonishment passed over the king's face, but was quickly replaced by
one of amusement.  "You make me laugh, Legolas."
	Legolas did not smile back.  "I am not joking, Aragorn.  In fact, I am quite
serious.  I imagine I could satisfy you in a way no female lover ever could."
	Aragorn jumped to his feet, anger spreading over his face.  He pulled the pipe
from his mouth.  "You surprise me, Legolas," he said sharply.  "I find it hard
to believe, and slightly disturbing, that an elf prince such as yourself would
entertain such dark fantasies."
	Legolas gave a small chuckle, undaunted by his friend's reaction to his
confession.  "They are not dark.  They are just not widely accepted."  He rose
and stood before Aragorn, an arm's reach away.  He was surprised and pleased
that Aragorn did not back away.
	"And I find it just as hard to believe," he continued, "that you, Aragorn son
of Arathorn, King of Gondor and great ruler of men, would share those
fantasies."
	Aragorn's breath caught in his throat, but he did not move.  "You do not know
what you are saying."
	"I do," said the elf.  He lifted his hand and rested it on the king's chest. 
"Your heart races when I am near.  You do desire me."
	Aragorn looked away.  "I do not know what I desire."
	"Let me show you!" cried Legolas, stepping closer, his face now mere inches
from the King's.  "Let me relieve your loneliness!  Let me fulfill you!  Take
*me* to your bed tonight!"
	Aragorn did not speak, but Legolas could feel his resolve breaking.  He knew
already that he had won, that he would be the king's lover tonight.
	Slowly, his movement gradual and hesitant, Aragorn lifted his hand and placed
it over Legolas'.  "You've done this before?" he asked.
	"I have," said Legolas.  "But you do not need to know about that now."
	"Nor do I want to," said Aragorn.  "We must be discreet."
	"We will be discreet."
	"We must not retire together, then," murmured Aragorn.  "Let me leave . . .
join me in my bed chambers in 10 minutes."
*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*
	When Legolas made his way to the royal bed chamber, he found the door unlocked. 
He entered without knocking.  Aragorn stood at the window, his back to the door. 
Not wanting to startle the king, Legolas cleared his throat softly.  At the
sound, Aragorn turned.  He had loosened the ties on his shirt, and it hung
slightly open, revealing a small amount of Aragorn's chest.
	Without hesitating, Legolas crossed the room and slid his arms around Aragorn's
waist.  Aragorn tensed at the touch.
	"Relax," said Legolas, rubbing Aragorn's back gently.
	"I'm trying," Aragorn said with a wry smile.  He lifted his arms and put them
awkwardly around Legolas' shoulders.
	Legolas smiled back.  "You're very handsome, Aragorn," he said, trailing his
hands up and down the king's back.  His smile grew when Aragorn closed his eyes
and sighed contentedly.  Legolas was surprised, but not displeased, when the man
pulled him closer.  Legolas buried his head in Aragorn's shoulder; he breathed
deeply, taking in the strong, undeniably masculine scent of the king.
	After a moment he turned his head slightly and pressed a kiss to Aragorn's
neck.  The king tilted his head, allowing Legolas access to skin.  He moaned and
the sound sent a chill of pure excitement down Legolas' spine.  He could already
feel himself growing hard.
	He pressed more kisses to the king's neck, moving ever towards his mouth. He
relished the way Aragorn's stubble felt against his cheek.  It was a delightful
contrast to his own smooth skin.
	When his lips at last came into contact with Aragorn's, he felt no resistance
from the man.  Rather, Aragorn's mouth opened eagerly beneath his own, allowing
his tongue entrance.  He gladly accepted, probing Aragorn's mouth with his
tongue.
	While they kissed Legolas slid his hand down Aragorn's back, resting them on
his ass.  Aragorn, his resistance and hesitation now completely gone, pressed
his body into Legolas' in response.  Legolas moaned and squeezed the king's ass. 
He was thrilled and unbearably aroused by the fact that Aragorn had an erection,
which was pressed firmly into his thigh.
	Without breaking the kiss, Legolas lifted his hands and tugged at the ties of
Aragorn's shirt.  In seconds, it lay in a heap on the floor; Legolas ran his
hands over Aragorn's bare chest.  He lite his hands travel lower, lower, lower,
until at last hie reached the waist band of Aragorn's pants.  He slid one finger
in, grazing the area just beneath the belly button.
	Legolas could feel that Aragorn was again growing hesitant.  Reluctantly, he
withdrew his finger and pulled away.
	"Are you sure about this, Aragorn?" asked the elf, his eyes concerned.
	"Yes," said Aragorn immediately, his voice husky.  "Don't stop."
	Legolas rushed his lips to Aragorn's, kissing more fervently than before.  He
reached again for the waistband, and rather than teasing Aragorn as he had
intended, he unsnapped the pants and let them fall to the floor.  He did not
touch Aragorn; rather, he slid his arms around his waist and pulled the now
naked King of Gondor close to him.
	After a moment, Aragorn reached for the fastenings on the shirt that Legolas
wore, but his hands trembled violently and he struggled with the simple knots. 
Legolas pulled away again and smiled.
	"Lie down, Aragorn," he said, touching the king's cheek.  "Lie down and I will
join you."
	Nodding, Aragorn stepped forward and slid into his bed, pulling the covers up
to his waist.  Legolas got only a brief glimpse of the man's naked body, but it
was enough to make his erection throb.  He looked at Aragorn, met his eyes,
began to undress himself.  He was eager to be naked, but he knew better than to
rush.  His shirt dropped first, revealing a smooth, hairless chest.  From the
bed, Aragorn made a small sound of approval.
	Continuing with slow, deliberate movements, Legolas unfastened his pants and
let them fall to his ankles.  His erection sprang forth, glad to be released,
it's tip already glistening with a tiny drop of pre ejaculate.  Again, Aragorn
grunted appreciatively.
	Legolas approached the bed, lifted the coverlet and slid in next to Aragorn. 
The man promptly turned to the elf; Legolas squeezed his eyes shut when he felt
every inch of the Kings body pressed to his.  He slid his hand down Aragorn's
back and kissed his neck.
	Aragorn moaned and rolled onto his back, pulling Legolas on top of him. 
Legolas braced himself on his hands and kissed Aragorn's mouth; he pressed his
groin into Aragorn's and was thrilled at the feel of the king's erection
throbbing against his own.  Their tongues explored one another mouths, grinding
against one another.  At last Legolas could resist no longer; he began to trail
kisses down Aragorn's neck.  He reached the man's chest, enjoying the sensation
of the short hair against his lips.  He ran his tongue over a nipple; in
response, the king cried out and tangled his hands in the elf's golden hair.
	The noise gave Legolas all the encouragement he needed.  He quickened his pace,
moved his mouth rapidly to the area just below Aragorn's navel.  He felt Aragorn
opening his legs, offering him access, giving him permission to do what he
wanted.
	Gently, so as not to frighten the man, Legolas lowered his mouth over his tip. 
Aragorn cried out and arched his back . Encouraged again by the reaction,
Legolas slid his mouth farther down Aragorn's erection.  He pressed on until his
nose was buried in the coarse black curls that grew at the base of Aragorn's
organ.  He slowly began moving his mouth up and down, over and over, until
Aragorn was writhing beneath him.  He tasted a drop of pre ejaculate.  He knew
that the man was close, and, not wanting this to end too quickly, he let
Aragorn's member slide from his mouth.
	"Why did you stop?" the king gasped.  His eyes were positively black with
desire; a thin sheet of sweat coated his torso.
	"I want to take you," Legolas whispered, bringing his face close to the king's. 
"Let me enter you."
	Aragorn lifted a hand and caressed the elf's cheek.  "I will," he murmured. 
"But first, I would like to taste you.  Will you let me?"
	Legolas smiled, and, without speaking, rolled onto his back.  He spread his
legs, closed his eyes, and waited.  It didn't take Aragorn long.  He lowered his
mouth greedily to Legolas' erection.  Legolas cried out, unable to control
himself.  He reached down and gripped the man's black hair, urging him to take
him deeper, gently pushing him down.  The sensation of Aragorn warm, wet mouth
around his dick was unbelievable, and within moments, he knew that, given the
chance, he would let himself spill in Aragorn's mouth.
	Summoning every ounce of resolve in his thoroughly aroused body, he reached
down and pulled Aragorn off of him.  The man whimpered and looked up at the elf.
	"I want to be in you when it happens," Legolas whispered in explanation.  He
pulled himself to a sitting position so that he was in Aragorn's lap.  He
pressed a gentle kiss to the king's lips.  "Will you let me?"
	"You know I will," whispered Aragorn.
	"I thank you," said Legolas.  He looked about the room.  "This is your first
time . . . do you have anything that may ease the pain?"
	"I don't believe so," the king said apologetically.
	"You'll be all right," Legolas reassured him.  "You must relax completely; I
will be gentle."
	"I have no doubt that you will be," said Aragorn.
	Legolas lay back, pulling Aragorn on top of him.  Their lips met, their tongues
engaging in the now familiar exploration of one another's mouths.  After a
moment Legolas pushed gently against Aragorn's chest.  Aragorn took the hint and
rolled on to his back; again Legolas found himself on top of Gondor's king.  As
they kissed, Legolas slid a hand beneath Aragorn and found his entrance. 
Gently, he began to slide a finger into the tight hole.  He coaxed it in slowly,
letting the muscles adjust to the intrusion, until it was all the way in.  He
felt Aragorn biting his lip, moaning slightly.
	"Do you like the way that feels?" he mumbled throatily.
	"Yes, yes," gasped the king.  "It feels marvelous."
	Legolas could wait no longer.  He removed his finger, and climbed to his knees
between Aragorn's legs.  He lifted the king's feet to his shoulders; he rested
the tip of his erection at Aragorn's entrance.
	"You must relax," he reminded the king.
	Legolas slowly began to slide himself into the Aragorn.  His entrance was
tight, and, without lubricant, the elf kept his movements slow.  He went inch by
inch, letting Aragorn's body acclimate itself to the penetration.  When at last
the length of him was buried deep within the man, Legolas was gasping; the king
was moaning.
	"Legolas," he gasped, tangling his hands in the elf's hair.  "Oh Legolas, I--"
	Legolas interrupted with a simple question.  "Are you ready?"
	"Yes," moaned the king.  "Take me, Legolas!"
	Forcing himself to go slowly, Legolas began to move himself in and out of
Aragorn's body.  At his first thrust the man cried out sharply.  The sound was
music to the elf's ears, and he drove himself into the man harder and faster. 
The man's cries were nearly screams.
	"Aragorn," Legolas moaned.  "Are you close?"
	"I am," Aragorn cried.  He arched his back and closed his eyes.
	"No," panted the elf.  "Open your eyes!"
	The king did as he was told, and Legolas caught his gaze.  The look in
Aragorn's eyes was one of pure desire.  Eager now to allow the man release,
Legolas took hold of Aragorn's erection, pumping it with his hand in time to his
relentless thrusts.  Already the tip was coated with pre ejaculate.
	Aragorn groaned and pulled on Legolas' hair.  The forcefulness made Legolas
thrust harder; as he grew close to his own orgasm, his movements became frantic. 
He realized that Aragorn had closed his eyes, but he was now too far gone to
care.  He let his own eyes fall shut, let himself focus entirely on the
sensation of being inside the King of Gondor.
	He heard Aragorn crying his name repeatedly; a split second later he felt the
thick, warm fluid spill onto his hand.
	He cried Aragorn's name only once before emptying himself inside the man.  His
body trembled from the force of the orgasm, and he collapsed, exhausted, on top
of Aragorn.  The man's breathing was hard and ragged.  He slid his arms around
the elf and held him tightly.
	After a moment, Legolas reluctantly sat up, pulling himself out of Aragorn. 
Aragorn whimpered, and Legolas smiled at the sound.
	"I'm sorry," he murmured.  "I must clean myself."
	"Come back swiftly," whispered Aragorn.
	Legolas went into the king's washroom and cleaned the semen from his hand and
stomach.   When he returned to the bed room, he slid beneath the covers next to
the man he had just made love to.
	"You are an incredible lover, Legolas," murmured Aragorn, touching the elf's
cheek.
	"You are as well, Aragorn," said Legolas.
	Aragorn laughed softly.  "I fear I am not nearly as good as you."
	"Well, then," replied Legolas.  "We will have to keep practicing."
	"I should like that very much."
	Legolas kissed the man tenderly on the mouth.  "And now, King of Gondor, we
must rest."
	Aragorn pulled the elf close and together, they began to doze.  Legolas had
imagined this moment countless times, but now, nestled in the king's arms, he
knew his daydreams could never have done it justice.
*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*
	The next morning, Legolas woke to find Aragorn looking at him.  The king smiled
and promptly leaned in for a kiss.  Legolas kissed him back, pleased that the
king did not regret any of last night's events.
	"How do you feel this morning?" Legolas asked when the kiss ended.
	"Fine," said Aragorn.  "A bit sore, perhaps, but fine."
	"I am glad."
	Aragorn sighed.  "The only thing," he said, "is . . .well, I wonder what they
will think when we come to breakfast together."
	Legolas smiled.  "They will not think anything.  And if they do, so be it.  We
have done nothing wrong; you have done nothing wrong."
	"I suppose you are correct."
	The two did enter, and, true to Legolas' word, short of a few glances from some
of the guards, nothing was said.  When the King and his elven friend entered the
dining hall, the rest of the fellowship was already seated.  Only two were
absent--Sam and Frodo, and none of the others seemed to know the reason for
their absence.
	"Well," said Pippin, after they had waited a half an hour.  "I am hungry, and I
say we start breakfast without them."
	Reluctantly, Aragorn agreed.  Breakfast was served, and the guests ate
hungrily.  It was not until halfway through the meal that Frodo and Sam entered
the dining room, and, Legolas noted with satisfaction, they entered together.