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Meetings. Aragorn hated meetings, and he had two to get through today. In fact, Aragorn was exasperated with most aspects of court life of late. The beginning of Spring seemed to be a sign to the great and good of Middle Earth's many cities and fiefdoms to renew their acquaintances, treaties and trade agreements with one another. That meant no end of visits, progresses, banquets, polite platitudes and, of course, meetings. The time spent sat on uncomfortable chairs in imposing panelled rooms, discussing how much wheat to send to Minas Tirith, or how to word birthday congratulations to princesses he had never met, seemed interminable. At times King Elessar longed simply to be Strider the ranger once more, free to wander as he pleased. Still, nothing could be done about it. Once the summer solstice had passed, life would be quieter and he could be his own master once more.
He let out a sigh. "Valar," he thought, "I've only been awake five minutes and already I'm pissed off." He rolled over, pulling the warm quilt closer around his body. The sight of Legolas brought a smile to his lips - as usual, the elf was sprawled untidily across a good two-thirds of the mattress, legs and arms splayed outwards. The man gave his lover's shoulder a gentle squeeze, brushing a kiss on his forehead as he did so. The elf stirred in response and came to wakefulness with a grunt.
"Time to get up, mellon-nin." They embraced sleepily, sharing a lingering kiss before clambering out of bed.
"Tis a beautiful morning," remarked the elf as he opened the heavy drapes at the window.
"Don't tell me that, 'las - I have to spend this morning with the councilmen from Esgaroth, and then talk trade with Faramir...and you know how dull he is." Aragorn walked to the washstand. "You remember his wedding? He kept me talking about the best way to polish armour for twenty minutes!"
"You have escaped lightly, melethron - I have to entertain their wives." Legolas pulled a face.
"Fair point," Aragorn conceded as he splashed water over his face.
"And that includes Eowyn. " Legolas pulled on his britches and started to drag a comb through his hair. "She never misses an opportunity to make some snide comment."
The man took his clothes from a nearby chair and began to dress. "She's just jealous, emil nin. Who wouldn't be?" He added with a seraphic smile.
Laughing, Legolas shook his head. "Modesty was never one of your virtues, was it? Still, I can escape to ride out hunting with the Esgaroth delegation in the afternoon. And you," he walked over to his lover and wrapped an arm around his waist, "will also have something to look forward to later." He cheekily patted the man's backside before walking to the door.
Aragorn felt his eyes begin to glaze over. They had been talking with the elders of Esgaroth for over an hour and still no agreement had been reached. His chancellor seemed quite capable of arguing on the behalf of Gondor, and so the King had drifted off into a pleasant daydream. He'd just got to the point where Legolas's clothes disappeared when he felt a sharp dig in his ribs. With a start, he realised that his seneschal had asked him a question. "Um, no," he stated firmly, sitting up straight and crossing his legs. "We could not possibly accept less than a hundred gold nobles, especially given that our quarries will be supplying you with considerably more stone this year with no increase in their levy." After the price had been agreed the discussion turned into a long argument about the difference between an agreement and an accord, and which was the more binding. Aragorn soon found his mind back with the naked elf, who was now miraculously covered with honey.
Shit! he thought, try to think unsexy thoughts, Aragorn! I have to concentrate! First he tried counting the number of tiles on the floor, but that didn't work. Then he tried thinking about the trip his foster-father would soon be making to Gondor. But that just made him think of Glorfindel, whom he'd long been attracted to. As for his attempt to imagine the elderly council chairman naked - well, that just meant he had to stifle a chuckle. He tried to assume an interested expression. Honey-dipped elf was firmly back on the menu.
At last, everyone in the palace was summoned to dinner, and Aragorn breathed a sigh of relief as he seated himself on the high table. A few moments later, Legolas appeared, looking much refreshed for his afternoon's ride.
"How was it?" he asked as he slipped into his seat beside the king, kissing him briefly on the lips.
"I can't actually remember much," Aragorn acknowledged. "I kind of drifted off. But it's over now, thank Elbereth."
He smiled at the elf and laid a hand on his thigh. Legolas really did look ravishing. His short tunic was of green and gold, the colours of Mirkwood, and the green leggings worn with high leather boots really did show off his toned leg muscles.
"Don't forget," Legolas reminded him as the first course arrived. "There's something special for dessert tonight."
Legolas bore him down onto the soft bed and claimed his lips in another of those deep kisses, his right hand reaching between their bodies to release the ties of Aragorn's tunic. As he slowly pulled the laces loose, Aragorn shifted his position so that their erections pressed against one another, causing both men to moan in pleasure. He lifted his arms, allowing Legolas to pull the garment over his head. For a moment the material bound his limbs, and Legolas's weight atop him left him pinioned to the mattress. He gasped at the sensation of being helpless beneath the elf, pushing his hips upward to grind into his lover's hipbone. Legolas paused, leaving the man trapped, and arched his eyebrows in mock surprise.
"So," he purred, a salacious grin on his lips, "we're in a submissive mood today, hmm?" Aragorn winked at him. "Yes, sir!" he replied. By way of an answer, the elf pulled the tunic away and cast it onto the floor, before firmly gripping Aragorn's wrists and pinning him down. He inclined his head and began gently to lick the man's neck and collarbone, eliciting short gasps of delight from his lover. After a short time he stopped and returned to plant a kiss on Aragorn's lips. "Do you want it this way?" he asked. The man nodded, smiling. "You know I love it when you dominate me, mellon-nin." He strained upwards to lick the tip of Legolas's ear, feeling the elf's cock stiffening even further at this latest pleasure. "Very well," Legolas managed to gasp. "Let's see how much you can take, melethron."
He rolled off Aragorn, leaving the man panting for more, and tore off his lover's leggings, tossing them across the room. The elf then sprang off the bed and stood, hand on hips, regarding the naked man before him. There wasn't a square inch of Aragorn's body he hadn't already seen in intimate detail, but the tanned, muscular frame still thrilled him. "Roll over," he commanded. As Aragorn obeyed he smiled to himself, taking in the sensual curve of the man's buttocks and the beautifully taut muscles of his legs. He lightly ran the fingers of his left hand across his lover's shoulder-blades, pausing to stroke the back of Aragorn's neck before the hand continued down his spine and came to rest on his firm behind.
"Assume the position, slave," Legolas ordered. Instantly, Aragorn manoeuvred so that he stood on his hands and knees, spreading his legs apart and lifting his head to look at his master. The elf stood before him, stripped to the waist and bathed in the golden evening light streaming in through the window. His blonde hair fell almost to his waist, shining with the dying sunlight. His strong arms were flexed, his thumbs tucked into the waistband of the tight green leggings he wore. Aragorn's eyes moved down his lover's body, halting at the handsome bulge in the fabric covering his groin. He felt the adrenalin flowing through his body in anticipation of what was to follow. His cock felt beautifully hard, the head bobbing upwards to touch his stomach.
"Is this how you want me, sir?" he asked. Legolas's expression changed to one of disdain. "Did I give you permission to speak?" He bent down so that his face was level with Aragorn's. "Never question me, slave. You'll pay for that insolence."
Aragorn's stomach turned somersaults as Legolas turned to the bureau beside the bed. The thought of being punished, of being roughly used by Legolas excited him beyond measure. The elf bent down and opened the bottom drawer. When he turned back to the bed Aragorn saw that he had produced a pair of silk ties, of the sort used to fasten elvish robes about the waist. Wordlessly, Legolas took the man's wrists and bound them tightly to the iron rails of the headboard. Aragorn then saw that he held a small silver metal ring in the palm of his hand. He smiled at the beautiful man before him as he pulled the sides of the hoop, clicking it open along a hinge. He reached between Aragorn's legs and took his cock and balls in one hand. With the other, he fastened the ring around the base of Aragorn's manhood, so that it gripped his sack tightly to the shaft of his weeping erection. Aragorn hadn't sampled this toy for some time, and he moaned as he felt the tight ring lock closed. Legolas lightly squeezed the man's heavy balls before delicately tracing the tip of one finger along the length of his hard cock. This teasing was too much for Aragorn to bear and he couldn't help shifting in his bonds, trying to push his groin forwards to meet the elf's retreating hand. It was to no avail; his master wasn't going to allow that. He knew that if he did it again he could expect swift and painful retribution.
"Forward, aren't you?" Legolas remarked, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Perhaps you need another reminder that it is I who call the shots here." He returned to the open drawer, pulling out a pair of small metal clips. He gently stroked and pulled the man's nipples before trapping them in the jaws of the tiny clamps, making Aragorn roar as the pain shot through him.
"So." The elf faced him, surveying his handiwork. "You need to be taught a lesson, slave. You know that I expect instant and complete obedience, yet you continue to forget your place." As he spoke, his strong hands were deftly undoing the buckle of the thick leather belt he wore. He removed it with a flourish. "When I've finished with you, King Estel, you won't forget it again in a hurry." He stalked around the bed and Aragorn braced himself for the blow he knew was on its way. He heard Legolas crack the two sides of the belt together, and a second later felt the stinging slap of leather against his naked buttocks. He bit his lip to keep from crying out as heat crept through his body, his balls ready to explode with ecstasy. The belt fell a second time, and a third. Then there was a pause, and he felt Legolas's hands, cool against the hot skin of his ass. The hand slid down between his thighs and gripped his shaft. He whimpered as the elf pumped him to within easy reach of release and then suddenly withdrew. Then the belt fell again, heavier this time, and Aragorn could keep himself from shouting no longer. He lost count of the strokes, which became sharper each time.
Without warning, the elf ceased his treatment of Aragorn's buttocks and tenderly kissed the man's neck. "What do you say, slave?" Aragorn was boiling over with unsatisfied desire, but he managed to stammer out his reply; "th-thankyou, sir." "Good, Aragorn. Are you satisfied that I have chastised you sufficiently?" The man knew what he had to say. He lowered his head. "No, sir." "Correct!" snapped the elf, "this lesson is not yet over."
He left his slave to rummage through a cupboard somewhere behind Aragorn. A minute or so later the man heard the cap of a bottle being unscrewed, and felt warm oil trickle down between his buttocks. He spread his legs, wondering if he could expect Legolas's cock or... something else. Something hard and cold pressed against his oiled opening, then was pushed forcefully into him. He could feel that it was covered in spiralled ridges, and as the elf pulled the implement back, he realised that it was one of the ornate candlesticks which normally sat on the dresser. He grinned as he imagined the servant innocently polishing the ornament the following day, but the thought was rudely knocked out of his mind by a second, deeper thrust. He gasped sharply as the object hit his sweet spot, pushing backwards to take it as far as he could. After several more rough thrusts, the candlestick was removed and he whimpered at the loss of sensation.
Legolas appeared before him once more, not breaking eye contact as he slowly lowered his leggings. His long, perfect cock bobbed up inches from Aragorn's face as the elf's loincloth and leggings fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked the crumpled clothes out of the way. "Open your mouth, slave," he ordered. As soon as Aragorn obeyed the elf thrust his cock past the man's lips, holding his head with both hands to keep him in position. Aragorn closed his eyes and began to swirl his tongue around the tip of the elfhood in his mouth, swallowing it deep. Legolas began to push forward slowly, burying his cock to the hilt in the man's silken throat, sliding it in and out; showing him how it was going to be. He nearly came undone there and then as he watched himself disappear into Aragorn's willing mouth.
With great self-discipline he removed himself from his lover's throat and kissed him lightly, tasting his own bitter essence on the man's lips. After removing the clamps from Aragorn's nipples, and releasing his organ from the tight ring, he climbed onto the bed and knelt behind his lover, his spit-slicked cock nestling between the man's buttocks. He moaned as he gripped Aragorn's hips and entered him in one smooth movement, the overwhelming tightness driving him to run sharp fingernails down the man's sides. He missed being able to see his lover's face, but the feeling of the man's buttocks surrounding the base of his shaft when he took him in this position drove him wild with need. He thrust roughly into the man, pulling his hips towards him to impale him fully on his organ. The ancient bedstead creaked under the force of their passionate lovemaking as Legolas rode Aragorn harder, slamming into him with each thrust. At long last he took pity on the man and licked his own hand to wetten it, reaching around to grasp the man's cock tightly. He worked the shaft as his own thrusts grew more rapid, the head of his cock pushing against Aragorn's sweet spot with every stroke. He timed the rhythm of his hand to match that of his hips, crying his lover's name as his climax grew closer. With a shout, Aragorn came in his hand, his sticky seed coating the elf's fingers. That was all Legolas needed to tip him over the edge, and he drove his cock home one last time as he came deep within his lover's body.
Both men were panting loudly as Legolas at last withdrew. The elf quickly released his lover's hands from their bindings and they collapsed into one another's arms. They kissed lazily, Legolas wrapping long legs around the man's waist and groaning as Aragorn softly stroked his pointed ears. "That was amazing, mellon-nin," the man whispered. "I love you so much, Aragorn," he replied as he tenderly swept a lock of hair back from the man's face. "Love you too, nin ind ," murmured the man as he cradled the elf's head against his chest.
They lay in contented silence awhile, but before long Aragorn fell into a doze. Legolas watched him, stroked the man's hair as as he fell into sleep. "Ilyamenie," he murmured, snuggling closer to Aragorn's warm body as he drifted towards his own dreams.
Elvish phrases
emil-nin - my prince
ilyamenie - always
melethron - love/lover
mellon-nin - my love
nin ind - my heart