Legolas sat weeping in his hiding place and watched Boromir as he too wept at the railing of his room. The elf could hear the sorrow and the breaking of his heart in that sound. He made a quick decision that he hoped would assuage both his own and the Southerner’s feelings.
Moving quietly and quickly, he leapt from his hiding place onto the balcony just behind the Tirithean. The big man didn’t hear as he was lost in his own pain. Legolas closed his eyes and then softly called his name.
"Boromir, friend Boromir."
The tall man turned quickly and blanched at the sight of the elf. Emotions warred across his tortured features and finally hurt won.
"What is it you seek, elf?" he spat. "Can you not leave me to my pain? I have left him to you. He is yours to keep or discard. Now, can I not be left alone? Must you torment me more? Or are you here to threaten me with shame? What is it you want?" He finished plaintively, furiously wiping tears from his eyes.
Legolas said nothing but stepped towards the big man and laid a hand tenderly on his rough, wet cheek. Boromir looked askance but didn’t push the elf away as the graceful creature stepped towards him. The fair First Born looked deeply into the other’s eyes and then took him by the hand to lead him to the bed. There, he sat him down and with another long and tender look, he embraced the big Southerner.
Startled, Boromir stiffened, resisting, until Legolas spoke.
"I understand your pain. I know the pain that I have caused. I did not mean to hurt or harm you with my bit of fun. How was I to know that I too would fall prey to the sweet words of Aragorn?" He said quietly.
Boromir pushed himself out of the elf’s embrace and looked into the fair face above his.
"He told he loved you too? You above no other?" Asked the big man, his voice full of the sound of breaking glass.
Legolas nodded once and then saw understanding dawn in his human friend’s eyes. But after a moment of sharing, the human’s shock and pain turned to rage.
"He lies! He lies and we let him. I wonder what lies he tells Arwen? Does he say the same to her as he does to us? Does he allow others to fall in love with him while he dallies with their bodies and yet will not touch their hearts? What kind of man is it that will take over my home?" Came the irate tones of the shattered Tirithean.
His movements became agitated but when he tried to push himself up from the bed to give vent to his anger, Legolas just held him in place, his arms snaking around his shoulders and his belly pressing against his cheek. The elf ran his fingers through the man’s hair and pressed his palms onto his shoulders, kneading slightly.
"Hush. Hush now my friend. He is a cruel master indeed, but master of us both he is still. Despite our heartache and ire we cannot help but love him. But we can comfort each other so long as we remember not to hate."
Boromir looked up at the elf, and his rage faded to a dull pain in his chest. With a groan, he leaned over, clutching at his breast. Concerned, Legolas knelt to see what was the matter. Placing both his hands on the big man’s shoulders, he tried to pull him upright. But Boromir resisted and moaned from deep in his chest. Legolas began to be alarmed and was about to rise and fetch Elrond, thinking that the big man was truly ill. He rose and was about to go when the Southerner’s strong hand wrapped around his wrist and held him there.
They stayed frozen in tableau, Boromir supine over his knees and Legolas standing with his wrist encased in the big man’s fist and his other hand resting on the agonized man’s head. After a few moments, Legolas finally spoke.
"My friend. Are you ill? Do you need me to send for Lord Elrond?" He said, his voice low.
Boromir looked up at him then and the tortured look in his eyes burned Legolas to the core.
"I am in no pain that your Lord could heal. It is my heart that throbs and no physical wound has ever burned me so." Said the Tirithean, his voice cracking painfully over each word. "Why do I love him? Why? It is not seemly for a man in my position to love a man in his. And there is that as well. I am the heir and as such I must provide my own heir. But how can I do thus if I am besotted with one of my own? Help me. I know not what to do?"
The agony in the big man’s eyes made Legolas’ own eyes burn with unshed tears and he knew what he had to do. He knew that the only way to cure this man of his heartache was to give him something else to give his heart to. The fair wood elf knew he would have to share himself with the human.
That decision made, the pain in his own heart seemed to ease as he knelt once again before the big man. Taking his face in his hands, he stroked the cheeks rough with unshaved beard and leant forward to place the softest of kisses on each wet eyelid. He tasted the salt on his lips and kissed his way tenderly down the damp cheeks and finally found the sweet mouth. He nestled his lips into pairing with Boromir’s and kissed him with extreme care.
Boromir found himself responding, flicking his tongue out and over the plump lips of the elf. His hands moved of their own accord as he reached for the slender but strong frame. The big man ran his digits delicately over the elf’s rib cage and found his narrow hips. He pulled up and leant back onto the bed, bringing Legolas with him to lay atop the coverlet. Responding with surprising fervor, the fair First Born responded by wriggling his hips to splay his legs over the bigger man’s torso. Releasing their mouths, he sat up and they gazed at each other silently for a moment or two.
Finally, shaking and distraught, Boromir sat up almost dislodging his friend to the floor. But Legolas grabbed for the big man’s shoulders and held on. They were face to face before either spoke.
"Do you want this?" Asked Boromir, his voice husky and low.
Legolas considered a moment before answering.
"I want to comfort you. To see if there is any comfort in you for me as well." He finally replied.
"But we both love another. And I have never been with any other." Said the Tirithean, his voice almost breaking.
Legolas closed his eyes and unbidden thoughts of Aragorn and himself sporting in the woods made him ache. In that moment, he knew that he could not be with any other. Not yet. He opened his eyes and found Boromir regarding him solemnly.
"I cannot do this either. And I do not fault you Legolas." He said slowly. "But is there no comfort we may give one another? Is there nothing?"
Legolas smiled and began to carefully climb off the other’s lap.
"There is. There is friendship. And caring." He grinned and cupped the young human’s chin. "And I know the art of massage. Let me ease your aching body with my hands. Hands that have been praised before."
He waggled his long fingers before the man’s face and skipped over to the cabinet by the basin. Reaching inside he pulled out the bottle of scented oil he knew was in every guest room and then strode back to the bed, grinning. Boromir sat watching him, the first small smile gracing his lips and making his handsome eyes shine slightly.
Setting down the bottle, he reached over to begin pulling at the tunic and shirt of his human friend. At first he resisted but then understood what was about to happen and began tearing at his clothes himself. With instruction from the elf, Boromir laid himself belly down on the bed and pillowed his head on his arms. Legolas straddled his hips and plopped himself on the firm ass of his friend before reaching for the oil.
As he poured the clingy liquid over his hands, he couldn’t help but admire the strong torso and limbs of the human.
****** ... so different from Aragorn ... so much more muscled and yet so much paler too ... one human like ivory silk...the other like marble and cream ... but the soul within so different... i never knew humans were so different like this ... ******
He pushed all thoughts of comparing the two men away as he placed his oily hands upon the firm flesh of the Southerner. A soft sighing moan was his reward as he began to knead and stroke the supple flesh.
Thumbs pressed firmly into muscle then stroke downward with the fingers and the palms pressed hard against the skin. Ball your hands into fists and gently knead the solid flesh, down from the shoulder blades and into the base of the spine. Then push the fingers gently up the nodes of the backbone to the nape of the hairline. Place the palms firmly down on the skin and push outward towards the arms and then release. Trail the fingertips along until your hands are in position at the shoulders once again. And do it again and again and again, until the body begins to relax and the breathing to slow and the pain to ease.
After a time, Legolas could feel that Boromir had fully relaxed beneath him and slowly brought his ministrations to an end. Leaning down, with his hands on the man’s waist, he whispered in the almost delicate ear.
"And how now my human friend?" Came his voice as light as a summer breeze.
The man’s deep inhalation told the elf that he had relaxed the Tirithean to near sleep and he smiled to himself. He could feel his own burden of pain lift until it was almost gone. Tending to the wounded human was good for him as well. He waited until Boromir had stirred enough to answer him.
"Mmm. I have never been touched that way before. None has ever tended to me in that way. When my company of men would take their ease this way, I always refused, thinking it for weaklings. Now I know how much it can heal." He sighed softly and reaching around he clasped Legolas about the waist, pulling the elf slightly to his knees. When there was a small space between the elf’s buttocks and his own body, Boromir spun his hips around and lay on his back. He settled his fair friend back on his perch, though now their loins nuzzled against each other while safely still inside their breeches. Legolas could see that his ministrations had done more than just ease some of the human’s pain, but had aroused him enough that he could forget what had caused the pain and take some pleasure. The elf was overjoyed to find that he also had let go of some of his own pain and was able to respond.
Playfully, Boromir reached up and began seeking to find a way inside the elf’s shirt. Laughing softly, Legolas wasn’t in the mood to fight so he willingly removed his upper garments, tossing them aside like a splash of water. The Southerner’s laughter echoed his own as the big man began caressing his smooth chest. The fair wood elf was happily surprised at the tenderness of the big man’s touch. He watched the hands as they made trails over the flesh, causing ripples of shivery bumps to rise. Legolas almost missed what Boromir said as he traced circles around the darkening, turgid flesh of his nipples.
"Does this please you my friend? Can you allow this much pleasure?" Asked Boromir, his voice pitched deep and filled with meaning.
A soft moan escaped the elf’s rosebud mouth as he wriggled his hips enough to rub his leather covered loins against the other’s. Some soft pinching and then the flick of a large thumb made him lean forward, almost falling from the feeling of overwhelming pleasure. Boromir pulled his fair friend towards him, letting the more slender body fall upon his and sought to find his mouth for a kiss. In moments, the two were locked in a gentle embrace, leather encased loins rubbing and pushing against each other and Boromir sucking the elf’s tongue.
They remained like this for moments unchecked, hips bucking and thrusting, belly’s pressed together and hardened nipples catching and rubbing against each other. Their mouths were glued together, drinking each other in, sucking, probing, teasing until both friends wore a sheen of sweat. Hands moved restlessly from buttock to hair and back again, roaming and grasping and touching and teasing, each movement designed to give pleasure and take back pleasure in return. Suddenly, Legolas pushed himself out of the embrace and sat back, buttocks perched on the firm thighs of his human friend.
Both were trembling with so many emotions, not the least of which was their own desire and lust for each other. The elf’s hands fluttered over the brawny chest of his human friend as they regarded each other. Boromir finally took both hands in his own and kissed each palm, then placed each upon his own shoulders. Then, he reached for Legolas’ hips and without a word, began to pull and push the slender body over his bulging loins.
The fair elf groaned softly at first but his cries increased in volume and length. Boromir made no sound except the hitch and release of each heavy breath. Their leather covered cocks were engorged as they rubbed and pushed against each other, the climax building until both males were flushed with the effort. Legolas now sucked upon one Boromir’s fingers, mostly to stifle the noise but also to bring greater pleasure to them both. The elf enjoyed sucking and the human enjoyed being sucked. Legolas was now humping and rubbing against his human friend as hard as the human did the same to him. Both were mere breaths away from a climax as they moved faster and faster, grinding into each other in greater and greater need.
Legolas leaned back, holding tight to Boromir’s hands and pumping his knees in a effort to rub harder and faster against his friend’s bulging pouch. Their moans and groans were now loud and unfettered as they were suspended for just a moment on the brink of orgasm and then with a deeply inhaled breath, both fell crashing over the edge as their hot seed filled the pouch of their leather breeches. Both clung tightly to each other as they continued to rub and thrust against each other, milking the last of the hot juice from deep within. And then, slowly they began to subside and the climax to recede and spread warmth over their entire bodies.
Legolas collapsed on top of Boromir, strands of his golden mane escaping his carefully tied thong and trailing along the shoulders of his human friend. The Tirithean panted, drawing deep breaths into his lungs. He found the strength to wrap his arms around the slender frame on top of his and hug the elf tightly to him. The embrace was returned with fervor.
After a few moments, when breath was caught and desire had waned, Boromir sat up, bringing Legolas with him. He gently set the elf on his feet before him and then stood to steady the trembling fair First Born. Arms slung around each others hips, they staggered their way to the water basin.
The Southerner filled the basin and grabbing a clean washing cloth, he soaked it in the cool water. He turned to Legolas and with a soft kiss on the sweet mouth, he carefully undid the breeches and slid the wet cloth inside. A few moments of gently rubbing and he had cleaned the worst of the mess inside the elf’s breeches. He was about to rinse the cloth and do the same for himself when a fair hand stopped him. Shaking slightly still from the power of their passion, Legolas took the cloth, rinsed it and then undid his friend’s leathers. He reached inside and leaning his head against the other’s chest, he administered a gentle cleansing. When done, he tossed the cloth into the hamper where the dirty linens went and smiled up at his friend.
Boromir smiled back and they embraced again. Then, in silent consent they wavered their way back to the bed pulling off boots and belts, they slipped under the cool sheets and curled up in each other’s arms. In moments, they had eased into a deeply satisfied and untroubled sleep. All would be well when the fellowship set out in the morning.
THE END