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“You’re a virgin?”
Legolas scoffed. This was blasphemy. He of all people here should not be discussing his sexual history. Or lack thereof.
The fire gave a loud crack that drew the prince out of his thoughts and back to the multiple sets of eyes that were staring at him. “Why is that so shocking? I am young compared to my kin.”
“And old as bones to us.” Gimli responded with a laugh. “Mirkwoods one and only has never laid with anyone!”
Legolas hoped the fire was too dim to show how red the tips of his ears were. Due to embarrassment and the slow rage that was building. How they got to this subject he did not know. He has only spoken when spoken to so far. He hasn’t seen the need to share such personal details with whom he just met. He had heard bits and pieces, how the hobbits were homesick, how they all missed their beds, their privacy.
“You mean you don’t like having to bathe with us?!” Merry had teased Bormir who only rolled his eyes.
“The bathing’s fine but I’d much rather see something else than eight other guys' dicks.” Borimor spoke, earning a laugh from the group.
“Aye, much would love to be in your position Master, Human. Ladies would beg to be in my chambers each night.” Gimli responded.
Pippin scoffed. “That is not convincing.”
“And who have you laid with?” Merry asked, raising an eyebrow at his cousin. Frodo and Sam looked intrigued as well. It had even gotten Aragorn’s attention. “Oh plenty!” He responded before naming off a handful of hobbits earning gasps from the current halflings. Gossip about who slept with who in the Shire had continued. The men, Borimor, added memories of his favorite late nights. Legolas tuned it all out as much as he could, instead focusing on trying to listen to whatever could be nearby but all he could hear was Gandalf humming somewhere in the distance most likely looking for more pipeweed.
But when there was a pause in conversation he knew they awaited his answer.
Slowly he turned his attention back to the group, meeting awaiting eyes. “What?” He asked.
“How do you elves do it? You… bound to someone back home?” Borimor asked.
“No.” Legolas answered quickly, hoping that would be the end of it. He knew it wouldn’t be that easy when the eyes did not look away. “I do not have a partner back home.” That seemed to be satisfying enough for the group before Pippin chimed in again.
“Is elf sex different?”
“Pippin!”
“What! I’m curious.”
Legolas almost laughed. Their anatomy was still the same, sure their traditions were a bit different than that of men or hobbits but the sex was still the same at the end of the day. At least Legolas was pretty sure. “I do not believe so.” He answered and then regretted his choice of words.
“You don’t know?” Sam asked innocently and a gasp came from the others. Leading to Pippin announcing he was a virgin to the whole group and probably the whole forest.
Resulting in a fit of laughter from the dwarf besides him. “It is not funny. Plenty of elves…” He sighed, knowing the defense was pointless. “I’ll take first watch.” He decided and swiftly left the laughter and pleas of apologizes behind. Climbing the nearest tree before jumping from tree branch to tree branch. A good distance between him and the group.
Legolas could hear the trees trying to soothe his racing mind. Though it only succeeded in making him blush a little harder. He set his bow on a branch a little higher and sunk down to sit with his back against the bark.
He was a prince. Eventually he were to be wedded and take control over Mirkwood but he didn’t see that happening anytime soon. Whether that be because Thranduil would never see him worthy for the throne or that the current quest will end in his demise. Sorrowfully, he hoped for the latter.
Legolas had heard Aragorn get up just a moments later than he did, so it was no surprise when he finally heard footsteps catching up to him. As quiet as a ranger is, their footing was no match for the ears of an elf.
“For someone who glows in the moonlight, you blend in well.” Followed by the sound of another body weight pulling themselves over a tree branch.
“Apparently not well enough.” He bit back. Aragorn wasn’t the cause of his mood but he needed an outlet.
“Ah, well speak with your trees for better help next time.”
Despite hearing his voice, the only clue he had to the ranger beside him was the sound of metal on metal and then the bitter smell of pipe weed. The prince scrunched his nose and met gray eyes waiting for him.
“What?” Legolas sighed.
“Hm? I cannot enjoy a relaxing night with a nice view?”
It took all for Legolas not to roll his eyes. Sometimes Aragorn was too nice, it made Legolas want to scream and kiss the man. “You should be asleep. I’m on watch.”
Aragorn shrugged. “Thy nights young. Besides, if I tried to lie I’m sure the hobbits would get into much more trouble.”
Legolas pulled his knees up to his chest and laid his head on them. A small smile at his lips. It’s true, he had heard Gandalf come back and scold them for saying such things. Followed by the hobbits prodding the poor wizard of his sexual history. Legolas had chosen to stop listening then.
Aragorn shifted a bit closer. To bring some comfort or be better balanced on the tree branch the elf was not sure. What he was sure of was the awkwardness this conversation would bring. He felt like an elfling again. Sitting on the bed in his chambers as his fathers butler tried to explain what sex was while turning various shades of pink.
The blonde sighed and lifted his head, turning back to the king to be beside him. “Never.” He answered the unspoken question. “Just has never crossed my mind. And the last time I think I had free time was when I were a babe. Truly.” He laughed with no humor.
Letting out a long puff of smoke, followed by: “Not even morning wood?”
Legolas felt his cheeks burn and turned the other way. “I’ll take a bath.” He mumbled. Finding that the tree bark was a lot more interesting, he followed the lines on the bark up the branch to the leaves that blew in the cool night air. “Why do you care? Is the man's mind occupied with pleasure that much?” Don’t get him wrong, he knows how wild the wood elves can get, especially at his fathers parties. He’s seen and heard plenty.
“Yes.” Aragorn answered like it was clear as day, which when Legolas thought about it for a second more. It was. He rolled his eyes. Men are pitiful.
Aragorn took a long hit of his pipe, smoke blowing out his mouth as he spoke. “Out in the wilderness like this? And after a fight? Can’t help where the mind wanders.”
“Aragorn, I’ve spent plenty in the woods! And in battle! I have never once thought about such things.” Maybe he was lying a little. There’s been plenty of times he and the heir of Gondor have spent in the woods alone together. Lingering touches had Legolas’ mind traveling far. But he’d die before he admitted that. And it wasn’t the same! The fair prince was far more of a hopeless romantic than a sex fiend. He was snapped out of his own thoughts when he heard the brunette's next question.
“Even now?” Aragorn had asked.
“Even now?” Sounding more upset than he was. Blue eyes met grey that shone with mischief and he groaned. “You’ll kill me before any orc gets a chance to, Aragorn.”
He packed his pipe once more, chuckling at the blonde. “Never my dear Greenleaf, I only offer my help and care to you.” He lit the pipe.
Legolas felt his cheeks burn once more and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last time. Turning back to the dark sky, he shook his head. Stupid man. He was thousands of years older than Aragorn, yet he still made him feel like a child.
“Would you like me to show you?” Was the next question and Legolas swore this was a trick played by Sauron himself. “We never know if we’ll see the morrow.”
“You don’t want me to die a virgin? Thanks.”
“That’s not a no.”
Legolas glared at the man who only greeted him with a smile. “You are dense for a prince.”
Slap!
“And you’re slow for a ranger.” The elf snapped. Catching the pipe that fell from the man's mouth, handing it back to him.
Aragorn laughed. Leaning back against the trunk of the tree and scooting closer to Legolas in the process. He rubbed his cheek, thanking the prince as he put the pipe away. “You know that’s not what I mean.” He looked to Legolas, taking in every feature as he does everytime he looks at the elf. Bright blue eyes that reminded him of the innocence he had as a child. With long dark eyelashes that would make Aragorn give in to anything Legolas were to ask. His hair spilled down his shoulders and glowed with the help of the moon. “It’d be my pleasure to share such…pleasures with you.” Then quickly added: “Only if you would like.”
Legolas pursed his lips, turning away once more. If this is what butterflies felt like, he would curse every last one of them. “Not in a tree.” He mumbled, running his fingers over the bark. “And not with them around.” He gestured to where they had set up camp. Glancing back to Aragron, he was met with wide eyes. “What?” He asked slightly annoyed.
Aragorn shook his head. “Nothing. I did not think you’d say yes.” He couldn’t help but grin. “We do not have to, Legolas. It’s merely a pipe dream.” As much as Aragron would love to take the prince here and now, he honestly didn’t think he’d get this far. Climbing the tree he figured he’d take his chance, worse that would happen is he’d be pushed from said tree. But a slap and a yes? Better outcomes than what he’d thought.
“You’ve thought about taking me before?” Legolas asked, a hint of surprise in his eyes. Never would he have thought that his feelings were reciprocated. Then he faltered. He’s had plenty of suitors approach him for nothing more than just his body. He wasn’t vain but he was Thranduil’s son. The slight hope he had was quickly fading and he began to feel worse than when he first climbed the tree.
Aragorn noticed his change in demeanor quickly. “Of course.” He answered truthfully. “But much more my prince.” He leaned in, moving a hand to cup the side of his face. His battle-ridden hand; a stark difference on the clean skin. It made Aragorn feel as if he shouldn’t even be touching him. “I dream of lying next to you every night. Holding you in my arms. I wish to run my fingers through your hair every day. To hear you sing or tell me stories of the ages. I would be content with you just looking at me, Legolas.” The list could go on forever.
Leaning into the palm, Legolas felt like his heart was about to explode. “You do not lie?” Hope showed in his eyes, staring at Aragorn like he could take all these useless feelings away. And he knew he could.
“Why would I?” He asked as he leaned closer. “I’ve thought of you every day since we met.” Breath ghosting against the others lips. He saw the face in front of him break out into a smile before he closed the space in between.
Legolas’ eyes fell shut and it felt like he could feel everything at once. He scooted closer to Aragorn, hands snaking to clutch to the tunic in front of him. Either to make sure he doesn’t fall or to prove to himself this was real. Aragorn’s touch was so gentle it felt as if he was kissed by the wind. Never had the prince felt such care in such a simple act. All of a sudden he craved much more.
Pulling Aragorn closer, he did his best to try and deepen the kiss. He heard the other let out a small pleasurable groan, free hand moving to his hip while the hand on his cheek moved to tangle in his hair. His mouth opened on a gasp as he felt Aragorn’s hand tighten and Aragorn chose then to push his tongue inside. Legolas was at a loss, what were you to do when your entire body felt as if it was on fire? He tried his best to copy what Aragorn was doing, running his tongue over the others and tasting every bit of the man. He tasted like a summer evening. Legolas let out a quiet moan as Aragorn explored his mouth and he pulled back. More embarrassed than he’d like to admit. “Sorry.” He mumbled and leaned in to kiss his lips again.
Aragorn smiled against the elfs lips before returning the chaste kiss. “No need.” He spoke, combing his fingers through the blonde tress. “Was that okay?”
Legolas couldn’t help but laugh. He could hear the speed at which Aragorn's heart beat. The man who was so bold only seconds ago and now could barely meet his eyes. “More than okay.” He said, letting his hands slide down the front of his chest, silently wishing to feel the tanned skin beneath the tunic. “I’m still on watch.” He trailed. “And I believe I hear Gimli snoring.” He added, trying his best to be nonchalant. “And there is a clearing only a little away from here that I saw.” Hands moving to take Aragorn’s and set them in between them. Finally moving his gaze back to the others.
He was met with a small laugh. “Did you now?” He asked, stroking his thumb on the other’s hand. “Maybe we should wait, Legolas.”
“For what?” He asked, brows furrowing. The hint of annoyance coming back to his voice.
Aragorn laughed louder this time. “For when we are not in sudden death.”
Legolas smiled. He wished to hear Aragorn laugh forever. “Then when we are somewhere safer.” He said hopeful, leaning closer to the body next to him.
Aragorn wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “Yes. When we are somewhere safer.” He promised. Kissing the side of the others head.
Legolas leaned into him, the smile still on his lips.