Title:  Touch 
Author: Sarah (nonnie_star@yahoo.com)   
Rating:  NC-17
Pairing:  Legolas/Aragorn, with some platonic Legolas/Frodo 
Category: H/C, angst, romance, m/m sex
Summary:  In the woods of Lothlorien, hearts are heavy, comfort is 
needed.  
Archive:  Ask first please.
Disclaimer:  They're not mine, obviously.  I'm not getting any money 
from this.  Blah blah blah.
Author’s notes: This fic kinda took on a life of its own as some fics tend 
to do. The pairing was supposed to be Legolas/Frodo, but no matter what I 
did, I couldn’t seem to get them to remove any clothing (I guess both their 
loyalties lie elsewhere). Now it’s a Legolas/Aragorn with a bit of 
Legolas/Frodo h/c at the beginning, but the hobbit/elf stuff is platonic. 
However, for you smut freaks there will be plenty of hot elf/man lovin’ 
once Aragorn arrives on scene . There is a brief mention of Frodo/Sam and 
Merry/Pippin pairings thrown in there too, but nothing more than would 
have been done in the movie (so delightfully slashy those hobbits). 
Comments: are welcome.  This is not my best fic ever, and it's my first 
venture into LOTR slash.  And traditionally my first fic in a new fandom 
is generally weaker than any subsequent fics.  This fic is essentially 2 fics 
squished into one and I'm aware the transition between the first and 
second parts is a tad weak, but oh well.  Hopefully the fic is enjoyable 
anyway!
 
Legolas sat under one of the huge willow trees of Lothlorien, fletching his 
arrows and absorbing the rhythms of the forest around him. His heart was 
heavy with loss. He had seen several friends fall over the course of his 
many years in Middle Earth yet it never got any easier. He couldn’t help 
but feel some guilt, however misplaced, that he had not been able to do 
anything to prevent Gandalf’s death.

The others were resting in the safe confines of Lothlorien. Legolas himself 
was still feeling too edgy to sleep. Being so in tune with ones surroundings 
could at times be as much of a curse as it was a blessing. The despair and 
grief felt by the remaining members of the fellowship was so great it had 
almost become palpable. 

Legolas felt for all of them. He was especially concerned, however, with 
the well being of the Ring Bearer. The destruction of the One Ring was 
quite an undertaking, especially for someone like Frodo who had spent his 
entire life prior living a relatively peaceful existence. With all that had 
happened so far and all that was yet to come, Legolas felt the little hobbit 
was sure to be feeling quite overwhelmed.

Legolas closed his eyes, listening to the voices on the wind. He leaned 
against the thick tree trunk and inhaled the scents of the forest. After 
awhile he was nearly feeling relaxed enough to sleep when he heard 
footsteps a little ways away. He rose, immediately alert. The footsteps 
stopped suddenly, there was the sound of leaves being cleared, then 
silence. Legolas walked over to the site of the noise, moving as lightly and 
stealthily as a cat. He passed through the trees to find that the source of the 
footsteps was none other than Frodo Baggins. 

"Frodo?" Legolas said softly to the small huddled figure crouching beside 
the tree. "Are you alright?" he knew the answer to that question was a 
resounding "no" the moment that Frodo lifted his head. The hobbit’s deep 
blue eyes were swimming with tears.

"I’m fine." Frodo said, voice barely more than a whisper. He swiped an 
arm across his eyes and stood up. "I’d better go back to the others."

"Frodo." Legolas took Frodo by the arm and held on gently but firmly. 

"You do not have to leave. Tell me, what troubles you so?"

Frodo continued to look ready to flee for a few moments, but the look of 
genuine concern in the elf’s eyes quickly softened his resolve. "I cannot do 
this" Frodo admitted with a tone of perfect misery, "it is too much." 

Legolas dropped to one knee so as to be more at Frodo’s level. "And 
Gandalf…oh, dear Gandalf…he so wanted me to be brave. I am trying, 
but so much is resting on my shoulders. If I should fail…I couldn’t bear to 
see anyone else get hurt…or worse…"

Legolas reached out and brushed a tear from the hobbit’s cheek. "We have 
faith in you, Frodo," Legolas assured him, "none of us would have agreed 
to go on this quest with you if we did not feel you could handle it. But it is 
a lot to handle. We are all weary. We are all grieving for Gandalf. You 
have taken on so much already; you do not have to bear the burden of his 
death. There was nothing you could have done. It was out of your hands."
Frodo slowly moved toward Legolas and buried his face in the soft fabric 
covering the elf’s shoulder. Frodo couldn’t hold in his sorrow anymore. 
The tears came back full force and nothing could be done to stop them. 
Legolas put his arms around Frodo and held him, speaking softly to him in 
elvish phrases that Frodo did not understand but that began to calm him 
just the same. 

Frodo clutched at the fabric covering the elf’s shoulders, feeling the 
strands of silky hair over his fingers. Legolas moved his hands in slow 
circles over the hobbit’s back, soothing him until the tears finally 
subsided. 

Eventally, Frodo stood up and wiped his eyes. "I am sorry, Legolas. You 
must think me terribly weak."

"On the contrary," Legolas stated, "I think you are the bravest person I 
have known and will ever know. This is no easy task, but you are 
undertaking it with courage and strength. And there has never been any 
harm in expressing one’s grief. You have suffered a loss of a great friend. 
Tears are not shameful." 

"Thank you for your kindness," Frodo said, forcing a small smile. 

"My kindness is yours whenever you need it, my dear friend." Legolas 
promised. The elf leaned foreword and kissed Frodo on the forehead. 

"You should go back with the others and try to rest." Legolas suggested.

"You’re right." Frodo said, "Sam’s probably wondering where I’ve gotten 
off too. You know how he worries." 

Legolas stood up and placed a hand on Frodo’s shoulder. "Let us get you 
back." The two walked silently through the forest and into the clearing 
where the others lay, sleeping soundly. Legolas noted with a smile that 
Merry and Pippin were practically spooning. 

"Here you are." Legolas said, as he and Frodo reached the small spot near 
Sam where Frodo had made his bed. "You will be alright, Frodo, I have 
faith in you." 

Legolas stood back and watched for a moment as Frodo tucked himself 
under his blanket. Sam stirred, looked over at Frodo and, convinced his 
master was safe, closed his eyes again. 

Legolas began to walk back into the forest. He had left his weapons there 
and felt he should retrieve them before someone else did. He reached the 
tree, under which he knew he had been sitting, but his weapons were no 
longer there. He stood perplexed for a moment. Could he have been sitting 
under a different tree? He looked around. No, this was definitely the tree. 
Well, who could have taken his weapons? He was about to go back toward 
the others to see if somebody had returned them to the clearing when he 
heard a noise. 

"Who’s there?" He asked, "Show yourself."

"Looking for these?" Legolas looked toward the voice to see his bow and 
quiver seemingly floating next to a tree not too far from where he was 
standing. He then saw the owner of the voice emerge from behind the tree 
holding the weapons. 

"Aragorn!" Legolas scolded, "that was not funny."

"Then why are you smiling?" Aragorn asked, still not moving. Legolas 
moved toward Aragorn and took the quiver from him. 

"So what brings you here at this late hour?" Legolas asked, "Apart from 
petty thievery." 

"I noticed that Frodo had wandered off and I grew concerned." Aragorn 
explained, seriousness returning, "I found him but only after you had so I 
decided to let you two be."

"Yes, he was quite upset." Legolas said.

"Will he be alright?" Aragorn asked.

"I believe he will be," Legolas assured him, "he was feeling a bit 
overwhelmed, and rightly so."

The two moved to sit against the trunk of the immense tree.

"His heart is heavy with the loss of Gandalf," Aragorn added, "as are the 
hearts of us all.  What did you tell him."

"Just that I think he is very brave, and that we are all dedicated to helping 
him bear his burden.  I'm not sure if I was really much help," Legolas 
admitted, "Though he seemed somewhat recovered when I left him."

"That is good, then." Aragorn agreed. "He has suffered much, and sadly, I 
fear he will suffer more before this quest is over.  As will the rest of the 
fellowship, I'm afraid."

The two sat in silence for a few moments, listening to the sounds of the 
woods around them.  

"You have not answered my question, Aragorn." Legolas said, suddenly.   

"What brings you here?"

"I told you," Aragorn replied, "I left to look for Frodo."

"Yes but Frodo has been found," Legolas explained, "why do you 
remain?"

The elf and the man looked deeply into each other’s eyes for a moment, 
neither of them moving or speaking. They then leaned toward one another 
slowly bridging the gap between them until their mouths met in a soft, 
sensual kiss.

It had been many years since Legolas and Aragorn had lain together. They 
had not done so since just before Aragorn had begun his courtship with 
Arwen. Aragorn had been much younger then, and Legolas’ beauty had 
captivated him. They were good friends, however there had been times 
when the boundaries of their friendship had been blurred. Their occasional 
physical encounters had stopped once Arwen had become more of a 
presence in Aragorn’s life.

"Aragorn," Legolas said, breaking the kiss, "are you certain this is what 
you want?" Although Legolas did have a great desire to lay with Aragorn, 
he wanted to be sure he was not simply there to serve as a substitute.

"Legolas," Aragorn said, firmly, "tonight I am yours as much as for the 
remainder of my life I will be Arwen’s. I have missed your touch, my 
friend, and would dearly love to feel it again, even if it is only meant to be 
for one more night."

"I have missed you too, Aragorn." Legolas said, taking the ranger’s face in 
his hands and kissing him again, deeper this time. Aragorn moved a hand 
to the nape of Legolas’ neck, loving the feel of the elf’s silken hair 
entwined in his fingers. Their tongues delved deeper into each other’s 
mouths as though each wanted to devour the other. 

Their lips parted only briefly so as to quickly slip garments over their 
heads and toss them aside. Shirts off they came together again; the elf’s 
smooth chest pressed against the man’s rough one as they explored each 
other’s mouths insatiably. 

Legolas took his lips from Aragorn’s mouth and moved to nibble the 
man’s ear. He then licked and kissed a delightful trail down Aragorn’s 
neck and chest until he reached a nipple and sucked it greedily, while 
teasing the other nub with his fingers. 

Aragorn moaned in ecstasy. "Uuunh…Legolas…I had almost forgotten 
the magic you could work with your tongue." Legolas stopped a moment, 
a sly grin on his face, then returned to using his "talented tongue" in the 
man’s mouth. 

Aragorn broke the kiss and shot Legolas his own sly grin, then shifted 
them around so that Legolas was lying with his back on the forest floor 
with Aragorn sitting on his lover’s slender hips. Aragorn leaned down, 
took a pointed ear into his mouth and began to suck; intoxicated by the 
barely audible moans escaping from Legolas’ slightly parted lips. 

Aragorn had always had a great admiration for the elves. They were 
stunning in their grace and beauty and Legolas was a fine example of the 
race. Aragorn kissed down the middle of Legolas’ smooth chest, down his 
defined abdominal muscles until he reached the waistband of the elf’s 
green leggings. 

"You won’t be needing these." Aragorn said, breathlessly. Legolas had 
nearly been rendered mute with pleasure, which was taken even higher as 
Aragorn finished undressing him and set about pleasing his elfhood. If 
Legolas had been able to speak he would have told Aragorn that his 
tongue was quite magical as well.

Legolas allowed himself to get only to the brink of release and then – with 
great difficulty – he motioned for the man to cease and they shifted again 
so that Aragorn was the one on his back. Legolas quickly removed 
Aragorn’s pants and proceeded to return the favor that Aragorn had 
lavished upon him only moments before.

Legolas stopped when he was quite sure Aragorn was close to release and 
moved to kiss the man’s lips again, softly and slowly. Legolas shifted so 
he was straddling Aragorn’s hips then looked to the man for 
acknowledgment. "Yes." Aragorn breathed, softly. 

Legolas moistened two fingers in his mouth then reached between the 
man’s legs and fingered the taut opening. It had been a long time since 
Aragorn had been with another man so Legolas would be have to be 
gentle. 

Once Aragon’s moans had reached a desperate pitch Legolas knew the 
man was ready. He looked into his lover’s eyes one last time for any signs 
of hesitation. Seeing none, Legolas entered Aragorn with a low guttural 
groan, slowly, allowing the man’s body to adjust to the difference in girth 
from the elf’s fingers. 

Once Legolas was certain his lover was comfortable, he began to rock. 
Thrusting, slowly at first, then faster, as Aragorn began to buck his hips in 
time with the motion. Aragorn desperately clutched at Legolas’ back and 
drew them together so their chests were touching – their hearts pounding 
in synchronicity. 

Legolas buried his face in the crook of Aragorn’s neck to stifle a cry as 
both man and elf reached their climax in unison. They remained 
intertwined as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Slowly, neither 
really wanting to, but for fear of overheating, the pair separated and lay 
next to each other, spent and glistening with sweat. 

Aragorn raised himself up on one elbow and leaned in to kiss Legolas. 

"That was wonderful."

"It was." Legolas agreed, kissing Aragorn again. Both of them knew this 
was likely to be the last time they would have the chance to be together 
but neither spoke of it. 

"Though I do very much hate to see this moment end I fear we must rejoin 
the others." Aragorn said.

"You are right," Legolas said, picking up a handful of leaves to wipe the 
evidence of passion from their bodies. "We don’t want to have them 
wondering where we are once morning arrives."

They silently gathered their clothes and got dressed under the light of the 
stars. They walked back toward the area where the others lay, still sleeping 
soundly.

They stopped briefly upon entering the clearing, looking deeply into each 
other’s eyes. "Goodnight, Aragorn." Legolas said.

"Goodnight, dear friend." Aragorn said, and they clutched hands for one 
final moment before parting.

THE END