A Hearts Desire
By: Bonnie Detwiller
Chapter 1:  Desiring

               Their faces showed that of toil and sorrow. The mines had been a 
horrid and a traumatizing affair. Their guide and friend had fallen into shadow, 
with the hideous monster wreathed in flame. Gandalf. Gandalf the Grey was 
dead. None of them could seem to even fathom it. The pain in their hearts was 
numb, but they soon knew that the numbness would wear off and the real pain 
would set in. 
               Aragorn had pressed them to go on. Boromir knew that it was the 
right thing to do but the Hobbits faces showed otherwise. They had to make it 
to Lothlorien before the horde of Orcs came out at night. Legolas made his way 
to Frodo and put a hand on his shoulder.
                “Come, we must move on.” He said in a soft voice. Frodo looked up 
at his friend and saw the tear stained elf face looking down at him. He followed 
him reluctantly.
               Boromir gathered up his shield and pressed Pippin, Merry and Gimli 
to follow him. They were weary and exhausted and the soon hope of being in a 
safe land lifted some of the weariness. Aragorn was in the lead, then Legolas, 
the hobbits and Gimli. Boromir was at the rear, he looked up ahead and saw 
Legolas’ head bowed. 
               His heart ached to see his friend in pain and in sorrow. That beautiful 
elven face was not meant for tears. Legolas turned his head slightly, knowing 
someone was looking at him. Boromir turned quickly away, avoiding his gaze. 
His heart raced, at the thought of him knowing he was staring at the elf. 
               Boromir had been greatly troubled. Not only with the mission they 
were set out to see to, but the day of the council, Legolas had caught his eye and 
heart. His longing for the fair elf had grown everyday since they had set out, 
and his heart was screaming at him to tell Legolas that he loved him and 
yearned for him. His mind told him otherwise. 
               The company quickly made their way onward. Aragorn, pressed them 
on for quite sometime. He wanted to get away from the Mines of Moria as 
quickly as possible. Once he knew they were near Lorien he would let them 
rest.
               The hobbits kept up as best they could. Legolas kept close to them in 
case any wondering Orc hiding in the shadow might attack. The air around 
them was cool and a soft breeze fell upon their faces. Boromir was glad for this, 
they all were. It was a welcome change to be out in the open, in the light, 
instead of the dark dreary mines.
               The company had traveled many hours and it was already dark when 
Aragorn allowed them to rest. “We will rest here for a few hours, and recover 
our strength.” 
               They all camped under the protection of trees and huge rocks. It 
would be hard for the enemy to find them, but not impossible. Boromir had 
volunteered to take the first watch. His mind was greatly troubled and he knew 
it would be hard for him to rest. The others just laid on the hard ground and fell 
asleep.
               An hour passed. Nothing, was seen or heard. Boromir was glad for 
that. The half moon shone above sending  a queer white light through the trees. 
He sighed and put his head back tree trunk he leant against. 
               One of the hobbits stirred. He wasn’t sure but he thought it must have 
been Sam. He looked at them all and wondered if they would all make it out 
alive. He doubted it. Boromir’s eyes then fell onto Legolas. His pale face 
glimmered in the moon light. Boromir gave a small gasp, seeing the eyes of his 
friend open, but then quickly remembering that elves often slept with them 
open. He relaxed again. He studied his friends face again. It was truly beautiful. 
The soft white golden hair that flowed onto his shoulders. His high cheek bones 
and beautiful pointed ears. His sapphire blue eyes, and pink lips. It looked as if 
he was carved out of marble. A masterpiece beyond any artist.
               Boromir looked at his friend. For so long he had longed to press his 
lips to Legolas, and taste the elven warmth of his soul. Just one kiss. That is all 
he wanted. But he knew it would never be. Boromir shut his eyes and imagined 
the soft kisses of Legolas on his face and neck. Those elven lips caressing his 
mouth and face. His hands wandering about his body.
               He let out a soft sigh and realized his hand was down, massaging a 
growing erect penis. He looked at them all and wondered if any had awoken. 
They were all still asleep. Boromir looked again at Legolas and his beautiful 
features. The heat in his erection grew and the longing for release grew as well.
               Boromir got up and made his way behind a nearby tree. He could still 
see the company but he was well hidden.
               He undid his belt and pants. His hand reached down and gently 
grabbed his erection. He slowly stroked it, giving of a small cry of pleasure. He 
imagined that Legolas’ lips were on him. Teasing him and caressing him. He 
stroked and rubbed harder, as the passion grew. 
               His breath was short and he tried to make no sound, in fear that he 
would wake one of his companions. His heart raced. He stroked and stroked his 
erect penis harder and harder until he gave off a sudden gasp and he released. 
A few beads of sweat trickled down his brow, and his breathing slowed and his 
heart stopped racing. He looked over to the company and saw that no one had 
moved. He was glad of this. He did not want to reveal his secret desire. 
               He did up his pants again and belt and stepped out from behind the 
tree. He stopped and could see that someone was missing. It was Legolas. 


Chapter 2: The Dream

               Boromir looked around in a panic, wondering if the elf 
had seen him in his act. He could not see him anywhere. But that 
did not mean that Legolas was not there. Boromir took a few steps 
forward and then saw the elf standing silently with his back turned 
towards Boromir.
               Legolas knew Boromir was behind him. He could hear 
things that no mortal man could hear. Boromir swallowed hard and 
then approached the elf. “Legolas?”
                “Boromir, friend, where were you?” Legolas said not 
turning, and scanning the landscape before his keen blue  eyes.
                “I thought I heard a noise, a few paces off. I wanted to 
make sure it was nothing.”
                “You should not wander alone out here, friend.” The elf 
said, and he turned to face Boromir. His heart caught in his throat. 
He looked even more beautiful awake in the silver moonlight. “If 
you need help, then wake us. We are all in this together. Now go 
take your rest, I will keep watch for a few more hours and then we 
will depart.” He stepped forward and put his hand on Boromir’s 
shoulder. He froze at the elf’s touch. He wanted to grab him right 
there and take Legolas in his arms. But all Boromir did was nod 
and then went back to the camp to take some sleep. 
               He lay down but sleep was a long time coming.

****
               The company departed and then made there way to the 
woods of Lothlorien. They were still weary even after the short 
break. They soon reached the boarders of the Golden Wood. 
               Gimli was reluctant to go in, but Aragorn persuaded him. 
The made their way in. Legolas breathed in the air and took in the 
beauty of his kin's wood. He could feel the power of the elves at 
work here, and his heart grew lighter. The hobbits were also glad to 
be in more friendly territory.
               Hours past, they could not tell how many for sure. They 
passed through the Sliverlode stream and the healing waters lifted 
their hearts more. Legolas and Aragorn were at the lead. Darkness 
was dawning on the light of day and Frodo and the others needed 
rest.
               Aragorn was reluctant but they set camp up under a small 
mallorn tree. They ate a light supper and before they could settle 
down they heard a noise they feared would come upon them. Orcs. 
They were far off but too close for their liking. They hid behind the 
trees and kept close watch. Legolas’ keen eyes and ears told them 
that the company of orcs had passed, but they should be on guard. 
Just as they were about to settle down again another surprise came 
on them.
               Before they all knew it they were surrounded by elves 
with their bows pulled and ready to fire if need be. One of the elves 
stepped forward. Aragorn and Legolas knew this was Haldir. One 
of the high elves of Lorien. 
                “What business do you have in the Golden Wood?” He 
said smoothly. 
                “Haldir of Lorien, we are in need of  your protection.” 
Aragorn said. “We have come far and orcs are about. Will you not 
help us?”
               Haldir looked from Aragorn to Legolas then to the rest of 
the company. “A dwarf is not allowed in the realm of the Lady of 
the Wood. It is forbidden.” Gimli gave a gruff snort and was about 
to say something but Aragorn made him hold his tongue.
                “I will vouch for him Haldir of Lorien. He has aided us 
much in our journey and must seek protection.” Legolas said. 
Haldir looked at him with a mild surprise. He looked hard at the 
fellow elf before his eyes. 
                “Very well, Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. Take rest 
while you may. Elves are currently hunting the company of orcs 
that had passed by here not long ago. Orcs in Lothlorien is a 
grievous thing. The Lady will be very saddened. My brothers and I 
will keep watch.” 
               The Fellowship made a small camp, comforted that they 
were well protected. The hobbits were put high up into the trees for 
their protection. Much to Sam and the others disliking. Legolas, 
Aragorn, Boromir and Gimli remained on the ground. Aragorn and 
Legolas went off with Haldir and a few other elves to speak. 
Boromir and Gimli quickly fell into sleep. After an hour Legolas 
and Aragorn returned. 
               Boromir was restless. He had not felt so weary, yet so 
awake. His mind racing. His dreams troubled him, yet pleased him 
at the same time. 
	*****
               They were in a beautiful room in Rivendell. The sun 
poured into the room lighting it up and making it seem even more 
beautiful. Boromir stood in the middle looking at a huge bed, with 
silk covers on it and flower petals. 
               He looked around and saw a silk robe on the back of a 
near by chair. He walked over to it and let the material slip between 
his fingers. This robe was meant for him. Slipping off  his leather 
vest and tunic, Boromir undressed. He took off his boots, belt and 
his pants. He stood naked for a moment in the beautiful sunlight. It 
touched all his features and bathed his body in a beautiful golden 
glow.
               He slipped the robe on but then he heard something 
behind him. He whipped around and saw that it was, Legolas, in 
nothing but his leggings. The elf, walked quietly over to him, but he 
had a coy, sly smile spread over his lips. The sun poured onto his 
fritters making him seem like a golden god. 
               Boromir could not breath. His heart was racing and his 
mind unclear. He had never seen before, beauty like this. Legolas 
stopped before him and smiled.
               Boromir was about to speak but the elf just said 
“Shhhhhhh.” And he ran his finger over Boromir’s lips. The warrior 
and son of Gondor took a deep breath and moaned softly. He 
looked into Legolas’ eyes. The elf pulled his face forward and 
pressed his lips to his. The soft kiss, quickly turned into a heated 
passion. Tongues touched and lips moved against one another. 
They broke it when they needed air. 
               Legolas planed kisses over Boromir’s face and ears. 
Slowly the elf ran his delicate yet powerful hands down his neck 
and slowly took the robe off his shoulders. Boromir just let it fall to 
the floor. He stood there in front of the elf. His erect penis told 
Legolas of his passion for him. Legolas looked down and saw this. 
A smile passed over his lips. He kissed Boromir on the lips once 
more and proceeded to kiss a trail down his neck shoulders and 
torso. 
               He came down to his hips and pressed light and teasing 
kisses all over his groin. Boromir could feel the passion rise with 
every moment. Legolas looked up and smiled again. Then he took, 
Boromir’s erection in his hands and began to plant teasing kisses all 
over the head.
               The fire in him rose as the elf teased him. His breathing 
quickened and heart raced faster. Legolas stopped and rose again. 
“The bed, my love.” He said softly and he guided Boromir to the 
bed. He lay him down and stood before him. He removed his 
leggings and revealed to Boromir, his naked and beautiful body. 
Legolas smiled and Boromir looked at him with love and passion. 
                “Now, my love, now we will be one.” Legolas said softly 
as he slid his body on top of Boromir’s.
	*****
               Boromir could feel someone shaking him. He woke with a 
start. Haldir was leaning over him. He looked from side to side. 
Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli were all asleep. 
                “Shhhh. Come with me.” Haldir said in a soft whisper. 
Boromir obeyed. As he got up he realized the bulge in his pants 
from his erection, from his dream. Haldir paid no attention to it. He 
simply lead Boromir away from the others. Boromir could not see 
any other elves, but he knew that they had to be there. 
               After a few minutes Haldir stood at the foot of a beautiful 
mallorn tree. He looked at Boromir and motioned him to come 
closer. 
                “I know what it is you desire.” He said to Boromir. 
Boromir was shocked. 
                “But how do you-” he began.
                “I could see it in your dream. You desire what so many 
desire. Legolas. I too know what it is like to live with that passion.”
               Boromir stared at the silver elf in awe. “But  why do you 
not tell him?”
                “Because, his heart belongs to another. It would be folly 
to tell him now.” Haldir said with some bitterness and stepped up to 
Boromir. His beautiful features were that of all the elves. He put his 
hand  on Boromir’s cheek. “Tell him if you want to Boromir. For I 
know if you do not let out this passion, desire will eat at  your soul, 
and you will regret it.” 
               Boromir sighed. Haldir leaned forward and put his lips 
onto his. 
               Boromir pulled away in shock. He looked at the elf and 
the elf looked back to him. 	Haldir moved his hand down to 
Boromir’s erection. He caressed it with his fingers. 	Boromir let 
out a small moan and then gripped Haldir’s shoulder. 
                “Do you want me to do this for you?” Haldir whispered 
into Boromir’s ear.
                “Yes.”
               Haldir gripped Boromir and shoved him up against the 
tree. His lips pressing onto Boromir’s. His hands still caressing and 
touching his hard erection. Soft moans of pleasure passed out of his 
lips, as Haldir teased and touched his body. 
               He could feel his belt being undone and his pants pulled 
down. He arched his hips forward. Haldir was in complete control. 
He took his hands and lightly touched his thighs, hips and groin. He 
then kissed where his fingers had been. Boromir was in agonizing 
pleasure. He could feel the passion grow with every second. 
               He then felt the lips of Haldir on the head of his penis. He 
let out a moan, as his tongue traced his penis as his lips put pressure 
all over him. Harder and harder and deeper he sucked and teased, 
until Boromir was almost beyond reason. 
               Finally Haldir let his mouth leave, and he stood up and 
kissed Boromir’s cheek. Haldir’s hands never leaving his erection. 
He skillfully moved his fingers and hand over it. Then Haldir 
pressed his lips to Boromir’s ear and with his free hand cradled his 
head. He whispered very softly into his ear. 
                “Now.” With that Boromir released, with a gasp and 
hoarse moan. His breathing coming in short gasps. Haldir caressed 
his hands over Boromir’s cheeks and looked hard into the mans 
eyes. 
                “Remember what I said about telling him. You will regret 
it if you do not. I can see that your heart will not tolerate much 
more of this.” And with that Haldir vanished off into the darkness 
leaving Boromir to make his way back to camp and back to the 
love he could not have. 


Chapter 3: The Voice of Galadriel 

               The Fellowship made there way through the woods of 
Lothlorien. Haldir and the others were their guide. At first they had 
to be blindfolded, for Gimli was not permitted to see the glorious 
wood. Much to Legolas’ dismay, but he went with it, so as not to 
cause more delay. 
               They now were permitted to remove the blinding cloth that 
covered their eyes, for the Lady herself had let it be so. The wood 
was fair and glorious. It seemed not winter or fall had ever touched 
it. Legolas was overjoyed. Boromir could see it in his face. 
               Night was beginning to creep into the sky. Haldir had said 
that they would be within the city of Lord and Lady very soon. 
They were glad of that. Even though the night  before had rested 
them more then they had in many days they were all still very 
weary. 
               Finally they reached the Golden City of Lothlorien. It was 
even more magnificent then any of them could have imagined. The 
trees reached up into the very heavens itself. The sliver lights 
twinkled in the tree tops. None could compare the beauty to 
anything else they had seen. Haldir now turned to Aragorn and 
Legolas.
                “Now I must leave you, for I must tell the Lord Celeborn 
and Lady Galadriel of  your arrival. Rest here while you may, until 
they wish to see you.” He faced them one last time. Aragorn said 
something in Elvish that the hobbits did not catch. Legolas just 
looked at Haldir with thanks. Then with a blink of an eye Haldir 
vanished up the long wining stares of a magnificent mallorn tree.
               They all sat and waited. After some moments an elf clad in 
sliver robes came down to them. 
                “They Lord and Lady now wish to see you. You will 
ascend one by one the Ringbearer may go first, Legolas Prince will 
accompany him.” He put out a hand to show them the way and 
Frodo reluctantly followed.
                “Do not worry Frodo, we are fine.” Legolas said behind 
him. 
               The long hike up the stairs of the mallorn were taxing for 
the hobbit. Legolas showed no signs of tiring. They were directed 
to a beautiful hall. Silver lamps adorned the walls and gave it a soft 
glow, that of moonlight.
                “The Lord and Lady will be here shortly.” The other elf 
said, and he made his way back down the stairs. Shortly Aragorn 
and the others followed him. The poor hobbits were not used to 
climbing so high in trees. They did not show very much happiness 
to be at the top. 
               Finally the announcement that the Lord and Lady of the 
Wood were here. The company stood as they entered the hall. A 
beautiful white light seemed to shine around them. The hobbits 
looked at them in awe, and Aragorn bowed his head. 
               The Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel  stood before them 
in all their beauty. Celeborn looked to each one of the company and 
then said, 
                “Eight there are here, but nine set out from Rivendell. Tell 
me where is Gandalf? For I much desire to speak with him.” 
               The Lady looked at them and then sorrow came over her 
face. “He has fallen into shadow.” The company thought of their 
fallen friend in the depths of Moria. Sadness came over them. The 
Lady continued to speak, but there was something different.
               Boromir could hear her voice in his head talking directly at 
him. He did not fully understand at first. Galadriel’s voice echoed 
that of the fall of Gondor. Doom awaited him there and the city. 
Then something she said made his heart skip a beat.
                “I know what it is your heart truly desires. That of which 
greater then the Ring. It has been clouding your mind and putting 
the quest in peril. If you do not tell him soon then an evil fate 
awaits the both of you. Tell Legolas how you feel.”
                “And what if he rejects?”
                “Then you will have known that it could never be so. But 
your heart and mind will be free of all trouble regarding the matter. 
Speak to him before it is too late.”
                “Do you know what he will say?”
                “I do not fully know what he will say. His mind is partly 
hidden from mine. I cannot foresee what will happen. I do know his 
heart does belong to another, but the lust and passion is there for 
others. Rest now Boromir, Son of Gondor. Let  your body and 
mind rest under our fair trees.”
               With that her voice and presence in his head vanished. 
Boromir wanted to ask who Legolas’ heart belonged to but it was 
too late.

***
               The company was made a small camp under the trees. The 
elves saw that they had comfort and food for them waiting. 
Boromir’s mind was racing with all the thoughts of the Lady 
Galadriel’s words. 
               Aragorn could see his friend was troubled. He came over 
to him and sat beside Boromir and asked what was troubling his 
friend. 
               Boromir told him about what the Lady had said to him 
about his city and father. But he did not tell Aragorn that of 
Legolas. He could not discuss that now. He did not want to reveal 
anything to anyone, until his mind and heart were one. Boromir 
went to sleep with the elves softly singing a lament for Gandalf, and 
the thought of Legolas.

***
               The next morning the Fellowship were well rested and felt 
much lighter of heart. The sun poured through the trees and the air 
smell sweet like spring. The hobbits went around exploring the city. 
Elves told them tales and asked many questions of them, for they 
have rarely seen any of their kind before. 
               Legolas had gone off in the early morning. He did not 
require as much rest as the rest of them. Boromir sat and thought at 
what he could tell Legolas. He wanted to tell him so badly that he 
could hardly contain himself. But the fear of him being rejected by 
his love, made him fearful.
               Finally after long hours of debating in his heart and mind, 
Boromir got up in search of Legolas. He had heard that he had 
went north to the cities edge. Elves were singing up in the tree tops. 
It made Boromir’s mind calmer. 
               He found that Legolas had gone to a small spring just out 
side of the city, that is where he could be found. Boromir’s heart 
raced quicker with ever step he took. The thought of Legolas in his 
arms and his lips and his sent a fire within in him grow more and 
more.
               Before he knew it Boromir was there. The spring was 
surrounded with smaller trees and bushes. Boromir was just about 
to step out from them when he heard a noise.
               A small moan. Heavy breathing. Then Boromir’s heart 
froze in its beat. His eyes widened and a small gasp came out from 
his lips. 
               There on the ground was Legolas, naked in his beautiful 
form. Sweat covered his body. His legs wrapped around someone, 
that Boromir could not fully tell who. The rocking motion obscured 
the man or elf's face. Their lips kept touching and their hands kept 
caressing. Finally the man parted his lips from Legolas’ mouth and 
Boromir saw who it was. Aragorn.



Chapter 4: The Passion

               Boromir turned and ran down the path he had just came. 
He knew that Legolas’ heart belonged to another, but he never 
dreamed it to be Aragorn’s. He wondered around, playing the scene 
he just saw in his head over and over again. He didn’t know how to 
feel. Jealousy of his friend was there, but something else. Sadness? 
Excitement? He could not tell.
               Finally he wondered into another part of the wood. It was 
just as beautiful as the next. He looked around and saw a figure 
away off, sitting under a tree. His white golden hair flowed down 
his shoulders and his eyes were shut. He seemed to be drinking in 
all the glory of Lorien. Haldir didn’t seem to move. Boromir turned 
to go, but he was too loud for the elf.
                “I knew you were here, many moments before you came 
here, Boromir.” The elf smiled and got up. Silently walking over to 
Boromir, Haldir’s smile faded. “What is wrong friend? Your face 
and heart tell me not is all well.”
                “It- it is nothing.” Boromir said trying to keep his true 
feelings hidden.
                “Ah, nothing? Boromir, you cannot lie to me. I already 
know that something is not right. And I think I might know what it 
is. Please, friend, do not hide your heart.”
               Boromir drew in a breath and the words slipped, shakily 
from his mouth, “I went to confront Legolas, but someone was 
with him...” He trailed off.
                “I see. But why would this trouble you?”
                “They- they were in the throws of passion.” His voice 
barely above a whisper, but he did not need to speak up, for 
Haldir’s sharp ears heard every word.
                “So you saw his love then? You saw Aragorn making 
love to Legolas.” Boromir thought he heard some bitterness in 
Haldir’s tone. Haldir took his hand and placed it on his cheek. His 
words were spoken ever so softly.
                “Whatever feeling you still have, you must tell him. Dark 
roads await you on your journey. Do not go with the guilt of not 
having telling him.”
                “But how can I face him now-  now that I have seen him 
with Aragorn?”
                “You will find what courage you have. Do not worry. 
You are strong, Boromir. Trust me, and do not make the same 
mistake I have. Let your soul be free.” Haldir leaned forward and 
put his lips to Boromir’s. His soft kiss filled the warrior with 
warmth.
                “He will be at that spring again tomorrow night. Let your 
mind rest until then. Then you may tell him how you feel.” Haldir 
smiled again and looked Boromir in the eye. 
                “Thank you, Haldir or Lorien.” Boromir said. He turned 
and then went back to the camp the Fellowship.

****

               Night had drawn over the woods. The wind was warm 
and the moonlight glittered through the leaves of the mallorn. 
Boromir had kept quite and mostly to himself since yesterday. The 
hobbits were worried something was wrong. 
               He began his way up to the spring. His heart once again 
began to race with every step he took. He hoped that this time 
Legolas’ would be alone. The time it took  him to make his way up 
there seem to last forever. Boromir knew what he was going to say, 
but the closer he got the farther the words seemed to slip back into 
his mind. 
               Finally he was there. He found that he was in the same 
spot where he has spotted Legolas and Aragorn. He looked out and 
saw that Legolas was there. Standing still as a statue. Boromir 
breathed in his elven beauty. His silver tunic shone in the moonlight 
and seemed to engulf him in a silver glow. Legolas’ back was 
turned to Boromir. He was just about to go out from the trees and 
bushes when Legolas started to undo his tunic. His graceful elven 
fingers undid the ties and he slipped his arms out of the sleeves. The 
cloth slipped down off his back, to reveal his beautiful muscles and 
arms. 
               Boromir’s  heart once again stopped in its beat. He 
wanted to go forth to the elf, but his legs seemed like stone. He 
stood still as the earth itself.
               Legolas then moved his hands to his belt on his pants, 
silently undoing them. He dropped it to the ground. Then he pulled 
down his pants and let them slip down his graceful, strong legs. He 
stood there his body nude, in the moonlight. Boromir drank in all 
his features and he could hardly take any more. But he still stood 
where he was.
               Legolas  moved forward to the edge of the spring. He 
dipped his left foot in the silver water. He then put his whole leg in. 
Slowly he submersed his whole body. The water barley rippled as 
Legolas bathed. No sound was made. 
               Boromir’s heart was racing faster and faster with each 
movement the elf made. He did not realize but his breathing was 
becoming more and more hard.
               Legolas turned and slowly got out of the water. Sliver 
beads of it trickled down his body as he got out. His fair face and 
chest glimmered. His blue eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Boromir 
looked at him in awe. His eyes then fell onto Legolas’ penis. His 
eyes widened and he gave a silent gasp.
               The elf went to his clothes on the forest floor. He was 
about to pick them up when all of  sudden a voice said, “Legolas, 
mell?”  It was Aragorn. 
               Boromir’s heart sank. He looked off to the right and saw 
Aragorn slowly walk to Legolas. He said something in elvish, that 
Boromir did not understand. Then Aragorn took Legolas’ face into 
his hands leaned over and kissed him passionately. 
               They parted and Legolas smiled. He touched Aragorn’s 
cheek. But then Legolas did something that Boromir did not 
expect. He looked directly at him.
                “Boromir, do not be shy friend, come out of the trees. I 
have been waiting for you.” He gave a gasp and then moved out 
from his hiding spot. 
                “But-” he began.
                “I knew you were there the whole time.” He said with a 
smile. “And I know why you have come here.”
                “You did?” Boromir exclaimed. He looked hard into 
Legolas’ eyes, and his face flushed with the blood of his 
embarrassment.
                “Do not worry friend, you need not be ashamed.” He 
looked to Aragorn and then back to him. He walked over to him 
and placed his hand like Haldir had done, on his cheek. 
                “I have seen some of your thoughts, Boromir, and know 
that  your heart desires me. Aragorn knows this too. The fact is 
Boromir, I have too desired you, but the fear of hurting Aragorn 
has kept my heart at bay.” Boromir could hardly believe the words 
that were being spoken to him. 
                “Boromir,” Aragorn said, “your love for Legolas, has 
made me realize that I must accept the fact that Legolas can love 
another. But what he and I have, has lasted long years. I give him 
what he needs and he gives me what I need. I am not angry, nor 
envious of you friend. I am happy for you.”
               Boromir choked back the gasp in his throat and all he 
muttered was, “Thank you, Aragorn.”
               Legolas looked into his eyes and then smiled. “I have 
wanted to do this for a long time my friend.” He leaned in and put 
his lips to the warrior of Gondor. As his lips touched, Boromir’s 
eyes widened and he seemed as if he was in another world. 
Suddenly he found that he was kissing Legolas back, fervently and 
passionately. He felt as if a great toil and weight had been lifted off 
him.
               He touched Legolas’ tongue with his and their lips were 
moving against each other. The parted and Legolas looked into 
Boromir’s eyes. Nothing anyone could hear was said, but it was 
understood. 
Aragorn stood beside Legolas, and had stripped all his clothes off 
his body. He put his lips to his and gave him a small kiss. He moved 
behind Boromir and kissed the back of his neck lightly. Legolas 
moved in on Boromir and stared to kiss him with such passion. 
Boromir did the same. He felt Aragorn's hands on his back and then 
lifting his tunic off him. His bare chest and back was covered in a 
light sweat from the sudden passion. 
               Legolas covered his face with kisses and small licks. 
Boromir felt Aragorn strip his pants and boots off of  him. He did 
not care. He could feel his erection rise and his blood boil. Next 
thing he felt was the hands of Aragorn trace up his sides and move 
across his back. His lips touched his neck and he let out a small 
moan of pleasure. Legolas took his hand and moved it around 
Aragorn’s neck as he kissed up and down Boromir’s shoulders and 
neck.
                Fingers caressed, touched and ignited passion within the 
two men and elf. Legolas pressed himself harder to Boromir and he 
could feel the elf's erection press into him. He sighed and his hands 
moved down the elf's groin. He rubbed and traced his hands over 
the elf's lower body. 
               Aragorn and Legolas kissed each other just as fervently 
over Boromir’s shoulder as they teased his body with their soft 
touches and caresses. Aragorn slowly rubbed his groin and erection 
against Boromir’s lower back and hips. 
               He threw his head back into Aragorn’s shoulder as he did 
this. Aragorn kissed his jaw and neck hard, and moved his lips over 
his ear. Then their lips met and Boromir tongue licked and traced 
his.
               Legolas kissed and moved down Boromir’s chest. He 
sucked on his nipples and teased them. Then making his way down 
to the hard penis. Legolas put his lips to the head and slowly 
sucked. He took more and more in. Boromir gave out a moan and 
heavy sigh, and Aragorn kissed him more fervently. 
               They were covered in sweat, and each movement seemed 
to make their passion grow. Aragorn kissed Boromir’s back and 
shoulders and then moved his hands around and started caressing 
Boromir’s balls with his hands. Legolas sucked and took more of 
Boromir in each time. He was crying out in gasps of pleasure and 
ecstasy. 
               Then Aragorn moved around to Boromir’s side and held 
Legolas’ head still. 
                “Lie down on the grass my love.” He whispered. Legolas 
took the erect penis out of his mouth and obeyed. Boromir sighed 
again. Aragorn moved in front of Boromir and began kissing and 
caressing him. Boromir moved his hands down to Aragorn’s 
erection and started to stroke it with his hands. He broke his kiss 
and moaned and looked into Boromir’s eyes and let him kiss his 
face.
               Legolas looked at the two men, in passion, as he laid 
sprawled on the grass. He could hardly take the sight the filled his 
eyes. Taking his penis his hands he began stroking himself as he 
watched the two men. Moans rose out of his throat. Aragorn heard 
this and turned to him.
                “Not yet, love. Boromir,” he then moved him in front of 
Legolas, “take Legolas.”
               Boromir got down onto his knees and then laid over the 
elf. They kissed and kissed. Their hair tangling. White gold mixed 
with a red-brown. Boromir then gave a loud moan as he felt his 
climax coming. 
                “Boromir,” Legolas, whispered, “enter me, please.” With 
this Boromir could not refuse. He parted Legolas’ legs and then 
positioned his hips. Aragorn came up from behind and handed him a 
small flask full of sweet scented oil. Boromir rubbed this on him. 
He entered Legolas’ body. He could hardly contain himself from 
coming. Legolas’ eyes were shut and his mouth opened. 
               Boromir could feel Aragorn’s mouth kiss his back. He 
started to rock back an forth in Legolas. The water from the spring, 
sweat, pre cum and oil made it easy for him to move in and out of 
the elf. He rocked back and forth slowly but faster and faster. Then 
Boromir let out loud moan, and felt head of Aragorn's erection. 
Aragorn had entered Boromir. He began the same rhythm that they 
had. 
               The three were one. They moaned and cried out as the 
passion quickly rose. Kisses started to hurt, but they were full of 
passion. 
               Then with a loud cry and gasp filled the small spring. 
Boromir had released. He cried out again and again as Aragorn still 
continued his rhythm. Then Legolas and Aragorn gave out a cry as 
they both came. 
               Heavy breathing and moans escaped all their lips and 
souls. Boromir lay beside Legolas and continued to kiss him lightly. 
Aragorn traced the elf's chest and muscles with his fingers. 
               Boromir remembered ever detail of that evening. His 
heart was lighter and more cheerful, despite the doom that awaited 
them all. 
               For the next three night the two men and elf, met at the 
spring. Each was more and more special then the next. But one 
night Boromir came to find Legolas alone.
                “Where is Aragorn?”
                “He will not be with us tonight, my love.” 
               Legolas moved towards Boromir. “Tonight it will be just 
you and me.” He smiled and traced his fingers along Boromir’s lips. 
Then they kissed. That night he and Legolas alone, they were truly 
one.

The End