Awww, procrastination is my middle name. While I should be finishing up my SlashyValentine fic, of course I dabble elsewhere. There's a new comm. called
comment_fic, wherein folks post prompts and the response must be a comment length fic. You all know I've been itching to try a little RPS here and there, but this time,
galor5 offered an A/L prompt, writer's choice. Nice to be able to begin a little more in my comfort zone. Whee! And it fulfilled another
50passages prompt - slowly, but surely, I'm getting them done. I think I may have only 10 or so to go now.
So, under the cut, a little A/L, NC-17 ficlet. Those of you who "don't do" this pairing - you know who you are - can avert your eyes.
TITLE: A WALK IN THE WOODS
AUTHOR: Ennorwen
FANDOM: Tolkien General
CHARACTERS Aragorn/Legolas
PROMPT: #004 “Our last shortcut through the woods nearly ended in disaster.”
WORD COUNT: 648
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Aragorn and Legolas “pause for refreshment” as they take a walk in the woods.
A/N: Written for
galor5 at
comment_fic, who provided the prompt: Aragorn/Legolas, writer’s choice.
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“But Aragorn,” called Legolas, trying to the follow as Aragorn cut a serpentine course through the forest. “Our last shortcut through the woods nearly ended in disaster.”
Legolas leaned against an oak, drawing breath, when a hand shot out in front of him, then another, until Aragorn’s chest was against his, the man’s lips hovering over the elf’s mouth.
“Would you think it such a disaster if I took you here? Against the tree?”
Legolas smiled. “It that why you brought me here?”
“Turn around,” answered Aragorn, taking Legolas’ wrists and twisting the elf until he faced the tree. Aragorn stretched their arms upward and curled Legolas’ fingers around a knot. “Right here. And do not move them.”
Aragorn nestled his face into Legolas’ hair, inhaling the elf’s scent before taking a handful into his fist and moving it over Legolas’ shoulder.
The whisper of Aragorn’s lips at his nape forced a moan out of the elf and Legolas tried to inch backward, his burgeoning arousal uncomfortably forced into the bark.
“I think you like this, my feral wood elf,” said Aragorn, hands sliding toward Legolas’ belly, tantalizingly close to the laces on the elf’s leggings.
“Aragorn…” The name was sounded as both groan and warning. Legolas pushed his backside into Aragorn’s groin and the elf smirked when he heard the answering growl.
Aragorn’s fingers wound through the laces, rapidly untying the strings. He pushed Legolas’ leggings to the elf’s knees and reached for the mîdhthond in his pocket. He slid the root through the crevice in Legolas’ buttocks until he circled the elf’s aperture with the viscous liquid that oozed from the plant. He pressed it forward, an inch and then two, until the root was sliding smoothly in and out of Legolas’ channel.
Legolas welcomed the soothing slickness, and his nethers glided into the rhythm that Aragorn had set.
“Ai, that is so good,” and then, looking over his shoulder, “more now?”
Aragorn fumbled for his own laces and pulled his fully engorged erection out of its constraint, spreading drops of pre-come over the tip.
“Yes,” answered the ranger in a stuttered breath, withdrawing the root.
He bent slightly and aligned himself carefully. With a quick upward thrust, he impaled Legolas and his hands reached upward, taking the elf’s fingers between his own.
Legolas gasped, withholding his breath as Aragorn pierced him, letting it out slowly as his fingers held on to Aragorn’s. Bowing his body out from the tree, Legolas followed Aragorn’s lead - meeting every thrust with a counterthrust of his own. Aragorn’s fingers moved down, clutching Legolas’ hips in a near death grip, surely marking him. Legolas shivered and felt his sac draw up, Aragorn’s rigid cock without fail hitting the sweet spot just inside.
As Aragorn’s hands snaked around his loins toward his shaft, Legolas braced himself on the tree, fingers curled into the bark. A mere touch at the seeping tip of his cock and he spasmed, white heat arcing from his body, painting the tree.
Aragorn felt the clutch, the clench of Legolas’ soft hot tunnel and he plunged once more, hard and deep. Bursting within, he allowed the sweet convulsions of Legolas’ body to draw his seed forth.
Regaining his breath, Aragorn withdrew, planting a gentle kiss upon Legolas’ back, swiftly followed by a playful nip.
“Look what I have done to the tree.”
“I think a tree would welcome the essence of a wood elf.”
“Um,” pondered Legolas, “Maybe so.”
“Do you think our walk was a disaster now?”
Legolas re-laced his pants, cocking his head and considering. “Only if I do not get to reciprocate. You have until the count of ten to start running.”
Legolas laughed while he watched Aragorn scramble to pull up his pants. As Aragorn took flight, Legolas placed his palm upon the tree, whispered a brief “thank you,” and leapt to the pursuit.
END
*Mîdhthond - Sindarin for dewy-root, is my own invention, as we in the LOTR FPS fandom were trying to find things other than the ubiquitious “vial of oil.”