Title: Solace 
Author: Druìs (aunt_deen@yahoo.com)
Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas, reference to Aragorn/Boromir 
Rating: NC17 
Summary: Sequel to "Finding Rest." This time it’s Aragorn who can’t 
sleep. 
Disclaimer: Not mine. Which is, of course, inherently unjust.  
Authors Note: This takes place right before the red sun rises in the movie. 
I think Gimli looked a little less exhausted in that scene than he had 
previously so they must have stopped to rest. Feedback makes me happy!
Solace
by Druìs
 
Gimli’s gruff tones broke the silence. "Wake me when it is time for my 
watch."

"No need." Legolas answered quietly. "I will remain on watch tonight."

Gimli grunted and rolled himself into his blanket. Within moments his 
snores reached Aragorn’s ears. Indeed, they might be reaching the ears of 
the Uruk-hai, far ahead of them across the plain. But Aragorn was so 
weary he barely noticed. 

For three days they had been pursuing Merry and Pippin and their captors, 
grimly determined that no more than one life would be lost to Sarumon’s 
grisly band of raiders. Legolas might have been able to press on but Gimli 
was ready to drop and Aragorn wasn’t faring much better. So they made 
camp to steal a few hours of precious sleep, agonizing at the delay, but 
aware that they’d be no good to the Hobbits if they were too weary to 
battle when they finally overtook the Uruks. 

Aragorn lay on his side and stared into the fire. Exhaustion nibbled 
greedily at the corners of his mind, but his eyes refused to close. Grief, 
still fresh and raw, scraped at the back of his throat and his hands 
tightened on the unbuckled bracers he held against his chest. 

Legolas spoke softly across the fire. "You must rest, Aragorn. Merry and 
Pippin will need us to be at our best."

Aragorn drew a pained breath as his vision blurred abruptly and he rolled 
away from Legolas’s look of startled concern.

"Aragorn?"

"Nothing," he managed to say in a steady voice. 

"Aragorn …" 

But Aragorn was up and moving away. He had barely reached the first of 
the boulders near the campsite when Legolas appeared beside him, 
grasping his arm and gently compelling him to stop. For long moments 
Aragorn stared fixedly at the ground as Legolas waited quietly for him to 
speak.

"I’m sorry."  
 
"There is no need for apology. But why did my words upset you?"

"I said almost the same thing to Boromir. In Lothlorien."

Legolas sighed and his hand fell. "I’m sorry to have reminded you."

"You couldn’t have known. And you’re right. I do need to rest before we 
press on. I just … can’t seem to quiet my mind."

"You grieve for Boromir."

Tears stung Aragorn’s eyes again. "He was … so discouraged after 
Gandalf died. I tried to ease his worry but his fear was too great."

"Boromir was a courageous man but his desperation led him to trust in the 
Ring’s promise to save his people He did escape the Ring, though. He died 
bravely, defending Merry and Pippin." Legolas paused and continued 
hesitantly. "I think he was comforted by your presence at the end."

Aragorn’s head bowed. "I hope so," he whispered.

Legolas put a gentle hand on his shoulder and for a moment they stood in 
silence. Then Aragorn chuckled painfully.  
 
"I wanted the earth to swallow me whole when you came across us in 
Lothlorien."

Legolas smiled. "Really? I would have thought you’d want it to swallow 
*me* whole. After all, you were rather … pleasurably … engaged."

"Believe me, if that had been a possibility I would have taken it."

Legolas laughed. "I’m glad I found you. It lifted my spirits almost as much 
as I’m sure it did yours."

Aragorn laughed with him but his breath caught suddenly. He found 
himself leaning on Legolas without remembering how it had happened. A 
cool hand slid soothingly over his back. 

"Would the comfort of a friend’s touch help you to sleep?" Legolas 
murmured in Elvish into his hair. 

Aragorn went quite still for a long moment. "What do you offer, Legolas?" 
he asked in kind.

"Perhaps what you gave to Boromir. A release of your cares, at least for a 
time. The passing pleasure that two friends may give to each other." He 
passed a light fingertip across the delicate pendant that rested on 
Aragorn’s chest. "Or do you think the Lady Arwen would object?"

Aragorn sighed. "It is my hope that Arwen has chosen to journey west 
with her father’s kin, rather than stay here to live a mortal life with me. 
But she would not object to any comfort I can find apart from her, else I 
would not have lain with Boromir."

Legolas stepped back slightly and met his gaze. Aragorn hesitated, then 
leaned forward and lightly kissed him.

Legolas smiled slightly against his mouth and his lips parted. His tongue 
traced Aragorn’s lips and slipped smoothly inside. The kiss deepened, and 
their tongues slid softly together. Aragorn shifted his stance to pull 
Legolas more firmly against him, relishing the slim strength of his body. 
Reaching one hand up to tangle in the pale silk of his hair, he sent the 
other downward to caress the muscles of his chest. Legolas answered by 
cupping Aragorn’s face in both hands, stroking with his thumbs as the kiss 
became more passionate and Aragorn’s breathing quickened.

Guilt nudged at the back of his mind, that he could take such pleasure in 
Legolas’s touch when the Fellowship was shattered, Boromir was slain, 
and Merry and Pippin were headed rapidly toward an almost certain death. 
But he craved the solace of physical contact too badly to pull away. He 
pushed Legolas against the nearest rock, smothering the resulting moan 
with his lips and tongue, and then let his mouth move past his cheek to 
lick a wet, delicate line around the gracefully pointed ear. 

Legolas inhaled a shaky breath and whispered urgently, "We should move 
a bit away from the fire. We might … we might wake Gimli."

Aragorn broke away and cast an amused glance over his shoulder at the 
snoring dwarf. "I think a stampeding herd of wargs would not wake Gimli. 
But being caught once in this situation is enough for me."

Legolas laughed softly as Aragorn grabbed his arm and pulled him quickly 
a few yards further into the darkness, stopping where Legolas would still 
be able to hear noises from the campsite. But instead of immediately 
resuming the kiss, Aragorn began to hastily pull his clothes off. Legolas 
followed suit, his eyes never leaving Aragorn’s body. When the last 
garment had been tossed untidily to the ground, Legolas grasped Aragorn 
firmly behind the neck and pulled his mouth hungrily onto his own. 

Aragorn stepped eagerly forward and sighed into Legolas’s mouth as he 
encountered the startling heat of bare skin. He slid his hand down the 
smooth surface of his back until he could grasp the rounded muscle of his 
buttock, causing Legolas to arch and moan softly.

Aragorn began to rock his body against that of his friend, rubbing the 
stiffening lengths of their cocks together and it was his turn to moan. His 
shaft rapidly hardened as they thrust against each other, hands roaming 
freely and tongues delving deep. Aragorn’s breath began to come in great, 
ragged gasps and he realized in shock that he was seconds from climax.  
 
Legolas must have realized it as well for he abruptly pulled away from the 
rocking rhythm they had established, easily thwarting Aragorn’s desperate 
attempts to keep it going and held him firmly at arm’s length. 

"Lie down." The whisper was so soft Aragorn wasn’t sure he had heard it 
but he dropped willingly to the grass and was quickly rewarded with 
Legolas’s soothing hands stroking up the damp skin of his ribs to his 
shoulders and back down his arms. He felt his urgent need subside slightly 
and grinned up at Legolas as he knelt astride his belly. When he tried to 
pull Legolas down to lie atop him, however, Legolas resisted and pinned 
Aragorn’s wrists to the ground with a wicked smile.

He shifted to hover over Aragorn and lowered his mouth to lick lightly at 
his neck and chest, bestowing a kiss or a nibble here and there but, no 
matter how much Aragorn shifted, leaving his nipples aching and 
untouched. The only contact between them was the firm grasp of 
Legolas’s hands, the slick wetness of his mouth, and the trailing, tickling, 
silken strands of his hair. Aragorn closed his eyes, laid his head back and 
panted heavily as Legolas wandered leisurely across his body, sucking at 
his earlobes, nipping at his neck and shoulders, running his tongue down 
his sternum.

"Legolas," he said, scarcely recognizing his own voice, "Please let me 
touch you."

Instantly his hands were released and buried themselves in Legolas’s hair, 
moving that teasing mouth to his neglected nipple. Legolas obligingly 
began to suck firmly, long deep pulls that made Aragorn cry out before he 
remembered the need for silence. Legolas gripped Aragorn’s nipple 
between his teeth to the point of pain, and began to lash it mercilessly with 
his tongue, teasing the other nipple to a pebbled point with his fingertips. 
Aragorn arched upward, gasping, trying to form words, hands clenching 
tightly in Legolas’s hair. Legolas’s other hand slid downward across his 
belly and encircled his cock, slowly stroking up and down. The contrast 
between the rough ministrations of his mouth and the gentle caress of his 
hand could not be endured for more than a few moments. Aragorn pulled 
Legolas away from his nipple to his mouth instead and wrapped his arms 
around him, hauling him down to drape across his body. They moaned 
into each other’s mouths as Aragorn plunged his tongue as far as he could 
reach, sweeping in deep, hungry strokes. 

Aragorn held Legolas’s hips firmly in place and ground his own upward in 
lazy circles. Legolas groaned appreciatively and sucked on Aragorn’s 
tongue for a long moment before pulling free. He stared down breathlessly 
into Aragorn’s eyes. "Let me," he whispered, and Aragorn released his 
hips, stomach tightening in anticipation.  
 
Legolas again slid down Aragorn’s body, but this time he didn’t stop at his 
nipples for more than a perfunctory lick before continuing to kiss his way 
downward across the quivering muscles of his belly. He ignored the hard 
and straining shaft to nuzzle into the nest of wiry hair and shifted further 
downward to the tight sack below. Aragorn’s breath came in high, panting 
gasps as Legolas took his testicles into the wet heat of his mouth, 
humming and sucking softly. 

Aragorn reached above his head and his fingers found the root of a tree, 
which he squeezed tightly. The rough surface scraped at his hands and 
distracted him from the unbearable pleasure of that clever and inexorable 
mouth. Legolas abandoned his testicles and began to work his way up the 
shaft, sucking folds of loose skin into his mouth and releasing them to 
move to the next spot. Then he simply slid his wet, open lips up and down, 
breathing puffs of warm air onto the damp surface.

"Gods … Legolas…" 

Legolas reached his right hand up to Aragorn’s face and rubbed two 
fingers at his lips. Aragorn sucked the fingers into his mouth hungrily, 
laving them with his tongue. Legolas pulled his hand back and those wet 
fingertips went unerringly to the sensitive, puckered opening to Aragorn’s 
body and thrust smoothly inward.

Aragorn gasped in shock, the sharp twinge of pain momentarily distracting 
him from his pleasure and bringing him back from the knife-edge of 
climax. Legolas burrowed his fingers deeper, searching, and Aragorn 
tensed in anticipation for the rush of pleasure he knew was coming. But 
for all his anticipation the feeling was as shocking as the first time. He 
clenched his teeth but a loud groan forced itself from his throat.

Immediately, Legolas’s strong left hand reached up and clamped firmly 
over his mouth and at the same moment, he swallowed Aragorn’s 
throbbing length down to the root. Aragorn shouted into the stifling hand 
and reached down to grab Legolas’s head, unable to keep from thrusting 
his hips upward into the scalding wet heat. Legolas rubbed firmly at the 
sensitive nub deep in Aragorn’s body and bobbed his head up and down, 
sucking hard. 

Aragorn began to thrash his head back and forth, twisting and writhing 
under Legolas’s confining hand. His back arched desperately as crackling 
bursts of pleasure erupted from Legolas’s rapidly moving fingers. Legolas 
gently scraped his teeth up Aragorn’s cock and it was over. A gush of heat 
spurted into Legolas’s mouth and was willingly accepted. Aragorn’s body 
jerked helplessly and collapsed back onto the ground, while Legolas 
continued to suck and swallow, releasing the spent shaft only when 
Aragorn moaned at the sensitivity of it. 

Legolas’s hand lifted, enabling Aragorn to gasp freely for air, and lowered 
to stroke soothingly down his chest.

"Legolas—" Aragorn croaked.

"I trust you’ll be able to sleep?" Legolas murmured, smiling against 
Aragorn’s thigh.

Aragorn braced his quivering muscles as best he could and hauled Legolas 
upward to rest upon his chest, feeling the hard shaft rest against his own 
soft and sated flesh. "That I will," he said breathlessly, "And in a few 
moments, you might be tempted to sleep yourself." 

Legolas chuckled against Aragorn’s mouth as they kissed deeply. Aragorn 
groaned at the bitter taste of his own seed and ran his hands down 
Legolas’s back, kneading the muscles firmly as he went. One hand slipped 
between them, encircled the stiff cock, and began to pump.

Legolas moaned and his hips moved in an unsteady rhythm as Aragorn 
stroked and squeezed. His lithe body undulated over that of the man 
beneath him and his breath quickened into light pants. Aragorn’s hand 
moved faster on the slippery flesh until Legolas stiffened, convulsed, and 
released a muffled cry into Aragorn’s mouth. 

Aragorn slowed his hand, smoothing the fresh splatters of fluid onto 
Legolas’s softening cock. Legolas breathed heavily and let his body rest 
limply atop Aragorn.

After a long moment Legolas raised his head and levered himself to his 
feet, reaching down to help Aragorn do the same. 

Aragorn looked at him and burst out laughing.  
 
Legolas gave him a quizzical smile in return.

"I never would have guessed," Aragorn laughed, reaching out to touch 
Legolas’s hair, "it *can* be messy."

Legolas laughed in return and said, "When suitably provoked, yes, Elf hair 
can be untidy. Now go to sleep so I can begin untangling it."
"Is Gimli still asleep?"

Legolas cocked his head to the side. "Still snoring."

"Good." Aragorn pulled on his breeches and gathered the remainder of his 
clothing against his chest. "Thank you, Legolas."

"No thanks are needed. I’m sure you know I enjoyed this as much as you 
did."

"Thank you, anyway." Aragorn looked at his friend, standing nude and 
gleaming in the faded light, and turned back toward the fire. 

THE END