Laments and a Restoration of Spirits by Tammy
Lee
Notes: This pwp was lovingly crafted for Pluto. Obviously I don't own the
characters I thank Tolkien for that.
This takes place in Lothlorien, right after the movie where Boromir and
Aragorn are talking...sort of like a continuation of their conversation...
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"If I had the way of their tongue and the tone to support it, I would lend
my voice to the elven lamentations for Gandalf." Aragorn nodded mildly in
reply to Boromir's sentiment. He had the tongue, but the tone was elusive to
him as he sang like a frog. "I am not a bad person, Aragorn, but I feel
guilty that I have no manner to express my grief as the others do. I feel,
they are looking at me and seeing a cold man."
"The elves sing, hobbits eat, dwarves are solemn and we men push stoically
on." Aragorn laid a hand on Boromir's shoulder. "There is none among us that
doubt your grief." Aragorn let his hand remain as a gesture of comfort. "But
it is troubling that you doubt yourself. A leader must have confidence in
himself before others."
Boromir's gaze remained fixed on a point in the distance. "My confidence..."
He began in a low voice that wavered with emotion. "My confidence lies in
the bowels of Moira. Without Gandalf I cannot see this fellowship being
successful."
"You place too much stock in one man, Boromir." The new voice rebuked
Boromir. "Are there not eight others remaining in the fellowship who also
have sworn to destroy the ring? Would you admit your lack of faith in your
fellow's abilities with such words?" Boromir and
Aragorn stood to greet Legolas. Aragorn warmly clasped forearms with his
long-time friend. Boromir scowled.
"Your abilities I do not doubt, elf. But I confess a great chasm in my faith
when I am reminded that the one to destroy the Ring is little more than a
child. I have watched him, and I cannot believe that one as vulnerable as he
can possibly have the strength to complete this task! Without Gandalf, I
fear Frodo will collapse under the weight of his destiny!" Legolas met
Boromir's uncertainty with gentle sarcasm.
"And do you counsel us to lessen Frodo's burden by stripping him of the
responsibility of being Ring Bearer? Would that not counter Gandalf's wisdom
in the choosing of Frodo for this task? You have stated Gandalf is the key
to success, why doubt his decisions post-humously?"
"But I'm not! I don't mean..." Boromir raised his hands as if to ward off
Legolas' lilting words. Aragorn lowered Boromir's arms and enveloped his
hands with his own.
"Legolas means not to accuse you of coveting the ring. His words are a
catalyst to press you to examine your motivations and your fears. Look to
your own heart to find the root of this doubt that confuses your mind and
clouds your vision and I shall do the same."
Legolas covered the Men's weathered hands with his own smooth, ageless ones.
"If there is any who can bear the One Ring to Mordor uncorrupted, it is a
humble hobbit whose ambitions lie no further than his doorstop. It is such a
hobbit, whose greatest treasures are his friends and larder, who will not
desire the Ring for himself and will be Its unmaking. You must have faith,
Boromir."
"Faith?" Boromir twisted his hands, trying to extract them from the warmth
of his comrades' flesh. "The people of Gondor do not need Faith, they need
Salvation. I must guarantee their safety!"
Aragorn's eyes were unreadable. Legolas regarded his friend with concern.
"You are conflicted, as am I, in the wake of Gandalf's demise, Boromir."
Aragorn spoke in a low voice. "The words from your mouth could be tumbling
from my heart. When I counsel you to find a leader's confidence I speak also
to myself. I am torn between Gondor and Mordor. Without Gandalf to guide
us..." Legolas felt the men's' hands clench beneath his. To see two strong
men reduced to lost children twinged Legolas' warrior heart. To succeed they
must be made men again, they must renew their faith in each other and in the
Fellowship. They must leave grief behind them; overcome it, lest it swallow
their futures. He squeezed their hands in reassurance.
"I do not profess to be a scholar of the ways of Man," He began. "But I do
not need to be to know when my skills are needed." Legolas raised their
joined hands to his lips and kissed Aragorn's knuckles. Three sets of hands
felt the tremor that suddenly passed through Aragorn's limbs. "If you would
allow me, I would help my two companions in their time of need."
"How would you," Boromir's voice lost volume as the breath from his lungs
whispered weakly through his throat. His eyes were locked onto a small
slickness that was left in the wake of the elf's kiss. He shook his head and
gathered air into his body. As he opened his mouth to speak again Aragorn
interrupted.
"With the two of us Men, Greenleaf?" He whispered unbelievingly. "Such a
thing, for an elf, a prince..." Legolas smiled an ageless and secretive
smile.
"Such a thing is not unknown to elves in general, Elessar, and to *this* elf
in particular." Legolas moved closer to the joining of their hands and drew
the knot of flesh against his torso. "I place faith in you and what you can
achieve. Show me my faith is not misplaced. Show me with mouths that utter
no words for it is through deeds that true faith is displayed. Through this
deed let there be a mending of the spirit and a sharing of purpose."
Boromir looked to Aragorn for some sign of how he should proceed. Aragorn
looked to Legolas. Legolas squeezed their hands one last time then let his
fingers slide to their wrists then forearms, kneading gently at their corded
tissues. "Press closer and let touch be your advisor in this matter." He
caught a wrist of each as they dropped their clasping hands and drew their
palms to his supple body.
Boromir stared deeply into Legolas' eyes as his hand pressed against the
silk that enclosed an elven heartbeat. His breathing was unsteady and his
face conflicted. With gentle but firm pressure, Legolas guided Boromir's
hand across the geography of his torso until calloused fingertips touched
the petal softness of elven lips. Legolas kissed each finger lightly causing
chills to run amok in Boromir. "Be neither wary nor afraid, Son of Gondor. I
am not a ripened fruit that you must take care not to mark. My flesh will
taste all the sweeter for a bit of bruising." Boromir felt a stirring at the
desire that underscored Legolas' words.
"I fear one bite would not be enough. I would devour you down to your core
were I to start." Boromir growled; his breathing ragged. The corners of
Legolas' lips turned upwards in the smallest of smiles.
"Then let us begin the feast." With a quick movement Legolas was pressed
fully against Boromir's bulk, his mouth seeking the promised devouring.
Boromir groaned and covered the questing lips with his own rough mouth.
Aragorn felt Legolas' hand slip from his wrist as he freed both arms to wrap
around Boromir's neck, pulling him into their passionate kiss. He felt a
small twinge of jealousy towards their shared moment. Quickly, lest it turn
into a raging fire, he stamped out the small spark. How could he feel such
in the face of Legolas' generosity? Or perhaps, was he unwilling to share
with the son of the steward of his throne? 'His throne?' Aragorn shook his
head. He had given that idea over years ago. What had possessed him to think
of Gondor as being his again? He watched as Boromir's hands ran over
Legolas' back and cupped firm silk-clad flesh. Was it Boromir's words spoken
just minutes ago, his sincere and heart-rending confessions?
"Dunadan! Your companion is taking all the tasty bits for himself. Do you
not wish to partake of this meal of elven good spirits?" Legolas laughed as
he threw the teasing words. "Surely his appetite will leave you with poor
table scraps!" Boromir kissed and bit at Legolas' neck as the elf had turned
his head to speak.
Aragorn smiled in spite of his musings. "Gondor! You must learn to share!"
He chided as he stepped behind the writhing Legolas and pressed his body
hard against his back. "And you Greenleaf must learn of the appetites of
men." Aragorn nipped at a curving ear. His tongue left chilling trails along
its graceful architecture. "For I would be satisfied with the scantest
morsel should it have fallen from so delicious a dish."
Legolas squirmed as the two men prodded and pulled at his seasoned warrior
flesh. For men unused to the ways of loving other men they were quite
knowledgeable of the tender places that lay hidden beneath cloth. "Ah! Such
words you utter, dear Dunadan." Legolas gasped as a rough hand cradled and
caressed him in a motion most intimate. "You surprise me with your capacity
for romance!" He groaned again with the scraping of facial hair against the
tender smoothness of his neck.
Boromir slipped a calloused hand beneath elven silk. The heat of his hand
was drawn to the heat of the elf's passion and it slipped from a silk
confine to one of flexible knit. Boromir marveled at the texture of skin
kept safe from the elements for hundreds of years. It made the silkiest
elven fabric seem like the roughest burlap. "I shall leave Aragorn to his
romantic utterings, elf." Boromir grated as he stroked the delicate material
in his hand. A sound akin to a whimper escaped Legolas' throat and he
pressed himself harder against the human's caress. "I prefer actions to
words." Legolas groaned again, deep from within his chest and began to
fumble with his tights.
"Allow me, beloved of the stars." Aragorn murmured in Legolas' ear. His
hands crawled agonizingly slow to the band of the tights. He pulled the
finely knit fabric down around Boromir's forearm freeing his hand and the
elf flesh it held. Further still he tugged the tights until he was
squatting, sitting on his heels. He urged Legolas to remove his feet from
the tights and one by one the elf complied. Aragorn sat back and let his
hands admire the smooth contours of finely sculpted elven limbs. Suddenly he
dropped to his knees; bowing as if in homage he kissed the hollow of
Legolas' ankle.
"Dunadan!" The owner of the finely made ankle called out. "Why seek
sustenance from the most humble of places when there are succulent delights
awaiting you elsewhere?" Aragorn chuckled when Legolas' responded to his
rasping kisses by trying to pull his foot away. He tightened his grip on the
elf's foot and licked the groove of his ankle firmly. Peals of laughter
erupted from above as Legolas responded to the ticklish licking. "Mercy!
Mercy, Elessar! It is the one thing I cannot bear!" Aragorn chuckled.
"You would have me move higher then, Legolas?" Aragorn dropped whisker
kisses from ankle to knee and back down again causing Legolas to wriggle in
delightful agony against Boromir's chest. Boromir squeezed tender elf-flesh
pulling a gasp from the wriggling elf.
"Between whiskers and warm hands you two seek to drive me mad with
sensation!" Aragorn kissed the inside of Legolas' knee then bit him gently.
Legolas moaned then had more laughter wrenched from him as Aragorn licked
and tickled the delicate skin behind his knees with his tongue and early
beard.
"How do you mean, Greenleaf? Do you mean by such," he bit again, "actions?
It would not do for the Fellowship to have a mad elf among its members.
Boromir! It is our duty to keep our companion from madness!"
Boromir schooled his expression to reflect the gravity of the situation. "It
is our duty indeed. But by the look in his rolling eyes and the pitch of his
giggles I would say we are, by a heartbeat, too late! Alas! We must be ever
wary of Mirkwood now, for we have driven his fair child to madness!" Boromir
sat heavily on a marble bench and feigned depression. "Why the only thing we
can do now is," he reached up, wrapped his arms around Legolas' waist and
pulled him abruptly into his lap, "humor this poor, mad creature and do what
he asks of us. It is the least we can do for one who has been such a noble
companion."
Legolas burst into laughter at the grave expressions on their faces. "Nay!
It is you two that are brothers in madness and not I! For I have never seen
you act in such a manner as you have just displayed!" Boromir tickled
Legolas' sides mercilessly choking off further words with hysterical
laughter.
"Ah, more evidence of his sore affliction. You are most correct, Son of
Gondor, we are too late to save our friend." Aragorn shook his head in mock
grief. His eyes met Legolas' and there was more then just mischief that lit
icy blue with fire. "But perhaps, this madness is like a poison? Do you
suppose, Boromir, it can be sucked from the flesh as if it were the contents
of a fresh, serpent strike?"
Boromir smiled a wicked smile. In his arms Legolas gasped for the air to
replace that which was lost through laughter. "A sound theory, Aragorn. But
I would wager this mad creature needs less to have insanity pulled out of
him, than he needs some sense put back in."
Aragorn knelt before them, pushing Boromir and Legolas' locked legs apart to
allow access to the more tasty bits of Mirkwood's bloodline. "Well then, as
we are not in agreement as to the remedy, let us both try our methods and
between the two of us perhaps we can cure our dear companion."
"I fear the cure more than the disease..." Legolas muttered with amusement.
Privately, he was amazed at how quickly his companions had turned playful
and light of heart. However, he was glad for their banter. It showed they
were resilient and would overcome their grief given time. If they had failed
to regain some measure of cheer he would have feared for them, for grief,
not overcome, weighs the soul and sucks the joy from living.
"Be gentle in our ministrations, Boromir, for Legolas is a delicate creature
of sheltered upbringin...Ah!" Aragorn caught the bare foot that tried to
strike his chest.
"Ruffian! I am a warrior not a maiden!" Legolas scowled in mock fury at the
teasing. "Be gentle only if you fear my retribution for rough treatment!"
Boromir chuckled and slid a finger along the elf's bottom to caress the most
delicate of places. Adding a bit of pressure he allowed his digit to slip
inside and press until it was enclosed in warm flesh.
"And what is 'rough treatment' for a seasoned warrior such as yourself,
Legolas?" Legolas' reply was a gasp, a moan and an uncomfortable wriggle in
the Man's lap. "If this is 'rough' I will have to face a wrath from you that
no mortal has ever held against, for my plans for you will become much
'rougher'..."
Aragorn caressed elf flesh made stiff by passion. "You have begun your
treatment before me, Boromir! Now I shall have to catch up if we are to
accurately compare the two!" Action followed words in the form of a rough
lick that traveled from base to tip and pulled a low groan from Legolas. He
nibbled at the sensitive flesh like a gourmet who wishes to savor a dish
rather than just consume it. Aragorn buried his face between Legolas' legs
and breathed deeply the heady scent of elven arousal.
A giggle inspired by Aragorn's tickling beard was cut off by Boromir's
addition of a second finger. Legolas writhed between the sensations of
pulling and pushing the two men were creating, his hips moving in a rhythm
that gave each sensation equal shares of attention. "Gondor!" Legolas
gasped, "You need not be so delicate! I would feel you deep within me!"
"As my maiden delight commands..." Boromir growled playfully. Legolas opened
his mouth to snap but found articulation beyond his reach as Boromir pressed
himself against and inside him.
"OH GONDOR!" Legolas managed to choke as his twitching insides grew
accustomed to the girth of the Man. "You challenge the warrior in me with
such a breach of my defenses!"
Boromir's eyes were half-lidded with lust. He bit at Legolas' neck and
rocked the elf back and forth on his impalement. Legolas squeaked then began
to assist the motion. "It appears, Aragorn, that I am the better physician
between us." Boromir chuckled. "Our mad friend is responding well to my
treatment and seems not to notice yours at all!"
Aragorn did not answer but instead made his mouth busy in a manner that
caused Legolas' back to arch and his head to be thrown back violently
against Boromir's broad shoulder. Boromir arched an eyebrow in amusement and
his voice held grudging respect. "Perhaps I was too quick to pass judgment
on a ranger's curative skills!" Boromir's voice faltered as Legolas squeezed
him tightly.
"Less jibes, more remedy, Gondor!" Legolas spoke in a fair imitation of
Boromir's lusty growl. "I feel the madness begin to take me for your lax
efforts!" Aragorn snorted around a mouthful of elf and Boromir flushed a
bit. He thrust sharply and again, bouncing his lap-elf roughly.
"I will show you remedy that shall last you a man's lifetime, elf!" He took
firm hold of slender hips and began a powerful rhythm that threatened to
shake Aragorn's teeth into a meeting that would most assuredly be painful
for the elf who's bits would be bitten!
Aragorn fell back and released his hold. He was halted, before he could
round on Boromir for his aggressiveness however, by the passionate union of
elf and human flesh. Slick skin slid sensuously in a dance of earnest desire
such that Aragorn had never been privy to witness before. Any jealousy he
may have felt was quickly sublimated by the lust that was rising in him. He
was drawn into the dance through his observation; as lost in himself as the
dancers were in each other.
Each spurred to a crescendo by the others' release far more quickly than the
time seemed in passing, leaving them limp and comfortable against each other
in the gentle satisfaction that follows such acts. Aragorn was the first to
speak.
"It seems we were successful, Boromir. He is calm, the madness having been
driven from him; for I must confess, your remedy was most effective!"
Legolas opened his eyes a slit and threw a smoldering look at the disheveled
ranger. "Aye, but I would try your remedy at length someday, should the
madness try to take me again, dear friend."
"I would appear you did not feast as I did, Aragorn. I have hogged the
lion's share." Boromir let his draped arms tighten around the satiated elf,
his hands starting to wander again.
"Do not be filled with guilt, Boromir. Had I not said earlier I was
satisfied with the scantest of morsels? Indeed the sweet flavor of this
repast still lingers on my lips, a delicacy you have yet to partake of. I
would say we are both of us satisfied with this course." Aragorn's eyes
twinkled with renewed mischief.
Legolas arched an eyebrow. "You speak as if this was but the first course,
an appetizer, in a much larger feast, Dunadan. Might you be thinking I am
available to your whims? I am no pocket staple you may gnaw on when appetite
dictates."
Aragorn and Boromir filled the small grove with ringing laughter, the
expression and tone of Legolas' voice being too humorous to resist!
"Nay nay!" Boromir protested, still chuckling. "It is only when an emptiness
gnaws like a pack of wolves would we dream of filling it with such tender
pleasures as only you may provide, sweet elf. For the actions of this
evening have indeed held off the pack and have renewed my eagerness for our
mission."
"And I," Aragorn added, "I still grieve for Gandalf but the edge of my
sorrow has been dulled and does not cut me so deeply now. I still must think
deeply on our course, but I feel now it is a decision I can make. It is
strange how a dalliance can restore faith and drive out dark thoughts."
Legolas smiled and stood, bidding Boromir release him as he stretched up on
tip toes. "It is not so much the dalliance, I think, as the comfort and love
of another being that banishes gloom and restores the spirits." He relaxed
from his stretch and regarded his two companions. "I am deeply glad that I
was able to help in such a small way. My own grief will be with me until
long after you two have passed from Middle-Earth, but know you both, your
affections this evening will be with me for far longer."
"Immortalized by an elf's memory." Boromir mumbled. "I can think of few
better ways to gain immortality." Aragorn nodded in agreement and helped
Legolas retrieve his tights. "I show my age with this statement, but you
have created a weariness in my limbs that must be tended to, Legolas! I bid
you both good night, and may your dreams be as pleasant as what we three
have shared."
"Pleasant dreams, Boromir." Aragorn replied. "And to you Legolas, perhaps we
two shall stay up a moment longer to reminisce of shared times gone by? It
would seem I have a lot to learn yet of one I felt I knew so well."
Legolas watched Boromir leave then turned to Aragorn with a smile. "Perhaps
a moment longer, oh tickler of elves, for aside from old times, there is now
much new I need to revenge and the stars this night seem favorable towards
such activities..."
Aragorn smiled slyly, "Indeed."
