Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: changeling@planetx.org

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: Legolas/Aragorn, Eomer/Legolas

Summary: Eomer discovers that elven song is much more potent than he had originally had been led to believe. 

Archive: Library of Moria

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: light BDSM

Disclaimer: The author does not own the characters, they are the property of J. R.R. Tolkien and his estate.

Author´s Notes: Movie-verse, set in Helm's Deep shortly after TTT.  If there are any corrections to my Elvish, please let me kno since I´m very new to this. 

Elvish dictionary :
mellon nin = dear friend
seldo = Child (male)
melme = lovely one
a´maelamin = beloved
melethron = lover
Tancave, hiramin = Yes, my lord. 
Posted March 3, 2003

While Eomer was frozen in surprise, Legolas seized the opportunity to break out of his grip. The elf spun the larger man around and wrapped his slender limbs around Eomer´s arms and chest, pinning the horseman painfully against his slight body. Eomer struggled, but the elf´s lithe strength held him firmly. Ruefully, Eomer realized that Legolas had probably allowed himself to be overpowered mere moments earlier. 

Pressing forward, the elf forced Eomer to walk onto the shore to join Aragorn. The ranger cupped Eomer´s face with his callused hand. 

Aragorn´s blue eyes were cobalt as they locked onto the horseman´s, drilling into his soul. Eomer felt a shudder through his body as he saw the raw hunger in their depths. 

"You allow yourself to become trapped far too easily, proud Captain," the ranger said, amused at his discomfort. "But who would not, when presented with such attractive bait?" 

Eomer felt a surge of anger. "The two of you staged this!"  He spat. 

"You are only partially right," replied Aragorn. "We both desire you, but it was my idea to let Legolas indulge himself first." 

He leaned forward and kissed Legolas lightly on the lips. "And he was an excellent actor. Did you really think an elf could be so easily unsettled by your presence?"  Aragorn asked, stroking Eomer´s cheek. "Of course, your brain was probably muddled by the aphrodisiac scent in the soaproot rinse." 

Anger colored the horseman´s features, but Aragorn merely smirked at him. 

"Do not be angry. My beautiful elf loves to be taken. But it is now my time, and I have many plans to sate my own cravings for you, little one."  Aragorn spoke the last sentence with a low throatiness that dripped of utter sin. Eomer shivered, but he did not intend to capitulate to the ranger´s whims. 

"Release me!"  he growled, struggling hard. 

"Nay," said Aragorn. "*I* am the one who will issue orders. And you need a truth revealed to you."  Still holding Eomer´s face, Aragorn´s eyes blazed as he turned towards the elf. 

"Baulo den," he stated firmly. 

"Tancave, hiramin," the elf replied. 

Legolas pressed forward and began to rub his erection into the cleft of Eomer´s buttocks. The horseman tried to ignore it, but the feel of Legolas´ silky, hot body pressed against his was destroying his reason. He groaned softly, eyes fluttering shut as he drowned in the sensation. 

Aragorn squeezed his jaw. "Look at me," he barked. 

Despite himself, Eomer´s eyes snapped open. Aragorn´s gaze devoured the young warrior as he responded to Legolas´ teasing. Eomer glared at the ranger balefully, determined to not give in easily to this contest of wills. 

"Give in to your desires and surrender to me," Aragorn cooed softly, "You know you crave it." 

The command buffered Eomer´s resistance. "I do not desire you, *ranger*." he hissed. 

"´Twill be my pleasure to prove you wrong, little one."  Aragorn purred, piercing Eomer with his eyes again. The horseman tried to turn his head away, but the ranger´s hand was unyielding and held him fast. 

Aragorn pressed his lips to Eomer´s, but the horseman immediately closed his mouth, denying him. "Open for me," Aragorn whispered huskily. 

Eomer continued to refuse. His eyes darkening, Aragorn removed his lips and said to Legolas, "I think he needs some more persuasion, seldo." 

"Yes, my lord," Legolas responded simply. 

Aragorn lowered his mouth to Eomer´s again, his tongue flickering across the the young warrior´s tightly pressed lips. Simultaneously, the elf´s tongue snaked out and he began to lick his way down the column of Eomer´s neck. Eomer tensed, trying to ignore the tingling in his skin as the elf suckled his tender flesh. When Legolas reached the juncture of the horseman´s throat, he suddenly nipped the tender skin painfully, causing the young warrior to yelp in surprise. 

Aragorn immediately plunged his tongue in. He kissed like a primal force, sweeping Eomer along with the maelstrom of his need, sucking the breath out of the horseman´s lungs and completely draining the Rohan warrior. 

Aragorn broke the kiss with a swipe of his tongue along Eomer´s lips, smiling at the horseman´s dazed look. He joined Legolas in attacking Eomer´s neck, pausing to lap at the juncture where the tanned skin joined the collarbone. The Rohirrim Captain felt his senses getting overwhelmed, and soft noises were spilling unbidden from his lips. His traitorous body was responding to Aragorn´s manipulations, urging him to surrender to the sweet bliss, to let himself be taken. 

A small voice of reason clawed within him. No. Not like this, he reminded himself. 

Through a haze, Eomer forced himself to focus and regain the tattered shreds of his control. 

He moaned aloud, "No, stop!" 

Aragorn whispered into his neck, "See how you respond to me? You desire to lose yourself, my proud Captain. To be released from all expectations, beholden to none but the pleasure I can create."  His hands reached down and traced the seam of Eomer´s twitching member. 

"And I will make you mine," he said silkily. 

"Never!"  Eomer said as strongly as he could muster, thrashing against Legolas. Aragorn attempted to capture his lips again, but he sealed his mouth tightly, and would not open it. Aragorn pulled back, his cobalt eyes burning hotly. Eomer noticed that the ranger´s shaft was quite erect. 

"Still you resist?"  Aragorn purred. "I think you need a lesson, little one." 

Aragorn walked over to the bushes and came back with the pack. Reaching in, he pulled out several lengths of soft cotton rope. Eomer struggled again, but the elf´s grip held him fast. Aragorn tied the horseman´s wrists and ankles together before allowing Legolas to release him. Legolas quickly picked up the frantically squirming warrior and placed his broad back against a tree, holding the muscled body still while Aragorn skillfully and swiftly bound Eomer´s arms, torso, and legs to the trunk. 

Aragorn stepped away from the tree and gestured to Legolas. The elf dutifully walked over to his side and waited. 

Aragorn turned to Eomer and said huskily, "You cannot hide from a ranger´s keen senses. I was aware of your presence as you returned from washing your clothes. Time enough for me to enact the lovely scene which greeted your eyes when you returned." 

Eomer glared at him defiantly, but did not deign to answer. He tried to ignore the trill in his body at being rendered so helpless. Memories of Legolas writhing in the ranger´s arms surfaced again, and he felt his sex hardening. 

"Tell me, " Aragorn continued throatily, "I heard you pleasuring yourself in the bushes. Why did you not join us?" 

Eomer inwardly cursed. He felt his insides withering from the ranger´s intense gaze. And that voice...ripe with pure sensuality and the husk of the forbidden, was shredding his resolve. 

Scrambling for something to say, he blurted out. "I did not think it would be proper." 

"But forcing yourself on my elf was acceptable," Aragorn hissed, "You have an unusual idea of ´proper´, little one. But I know you." 

Eomer shifted uncomfortably. The ranger´s blue eyes were locked with his, stripping his soul bare. 

"You like to watch, don´t you, little one?"  the ranger purred. 

"No!"  Eomer denied, far too quickly, feeling himself becoming small and helpless as Aragorn uncovered his shameful longings. 

"Well then, this should not arouse you in the least," the ranger replied with an evil smile. 

Aragorn grabbed Legolas and kissed him fiercely on his lips, causing the elf to moan softly and melt in the ranger´s arms. Eomer flushed, feeling weak inside again, feeling his groin swiftly fill with blood. 

Aragorn grabbed a handful of the white-gold hair and pulled Legolas´ neck back, exposing his throat. The ranger nibbled his way down the pale column, leaving little bite marks and causing the elf´s breath to escape in a low hiss. Eomer groaned in frustration, feeling his shaft get even harder than he thought was possible, but he was completely unable to relieve himself. He thrashed against his bonds, attempting to twist himself to generate some sort of friction, but they were too tight and held him fast. 

Aragorn spun Legolas around so that he was facing Eomer. The ranger pressed his body against Legolas´ back and reached around to pinch the pink furled nubs on the pale chest until the elf whimpered softly. He ran his hands slowly down the plane of Legolas´ stomach, stopping to cup the sacs underneath the elf´s hard erection. 

"You like watching this, don´t you Eomer?"  Aragorn said huskily as he rolled the tender skin beneath his fingers. Eomer felt dizzy, his heart was pounding and his erection was throbbing painfully. He was panting heavily, unable to tear his eyes away. 

Legolas breathed, "Ai! Please don´t tease me, my lord."  The pleading words brought another groan to Eomer´s lips. The horseman strained against his bonds again. 

Aragorn returned to licking Legolas´ neck. "Who can resist such sweet cries?"  he said sensually as he slowly stroked the length of Legolas´ erection, forcing a choked gasp out of the elf. Eomer felt moisture leaking out of his member, and he wrenched against his bindings again, panting heavily. His body was on fire, aching for some sort of contact. 

Smiling wickedly again, Aragorn brought two of his fingers to Legolas´ mouth, and the elf sucked on them greedily. Eomer moaned again, pressure building up in his groin. Aragorn pulled the wet digits out of Legolas´ mouth and slowly ran them up the seam of the elf´s twitching erection. 

Legolas mewled, squirming frantically as the ranger stroked the satiny flesh at a tortuously languorous pace. Aragorn stopped briefly at the tip, gathering up the moisture there, and offered his fingers again. Legolas devoured them, suckling on them as if he were dying of thirst. The ranger pulled his hand out, and touched Legolas´ engorged shaft, slowly tracing lazy circles over the head, causing the elf to softly cry out again. 

Eomer´s blood thundered in his ears as his body screamed for completion. He whimpered, "Aragorn..."

Aragorn leveled his annihilating gaze at him, "You know what you want, Eomer. Beg for it," he demanded. 

"I.." Eomer began, and stopped. He would not be reduced to this. 

"Beg for it," Aragorn said as he stroked Legolas again, forcing another mewl, the sound battering down the last of Eomer´s resistance. 

"Take me! I burn for release!"  Eomer pleaded hoarsely. 

Aragorn released Legolas and walked over to Eomer. He tenderly stroked the horseman´s face. "That´s it, little one."  he said softly. He looked at Eomer´s aching body. "You look ready to burst at the merest touch, and I will not have you spend yourself before I am done." 

Aragorn turned to Legolas. "Linno i glir o i´erthad," he ordered. The elf nodded and began to sing. 

The song now was slow, each note coming out of Legolas´ lips like a tender caress. This time, Eomer could feel the music interlacing in the air around him, before closing in to seep into his flesh. As the sweet melody increased in intensity, Eomer felt a tingle through his body. Slowly, Legolas approached Eomer, still singing. He held the song on a single crystal clear note, which rang through the forest. 

Legolas bent down and kissed Eomer, their lips sizzling at the contact. Suddenly, Eomer could hear the note reverberating in his ears, penetrating his every small crevice of his body, flowing into him as Legolas explored his mouth. Tendrils of a desire not his own were sliding past his tongue, twining and winding in with his burning need; as new heat suffused his body, he could taste himself as he kissed Legolas, felt the tickle of his mustache and the firmness of his lips, felt the new ardor building within him. He gasped in surprise as Legolas broke contact, the elf´s azure eyes glittering. 

"What did you do to me?"  Eomer breathed out. 

"Your passion is now linked to Legolas´. Whatever he feels, you will feel. And," Aragorn murmured silkily, "you will not find release until he does." 

Eomer shuddered, feeling his own and Legolas´ arousal leaping within him at the soft spoken words. Aragorn turned to Legolas and ordered, "Untie him, but keep his hands bound." 

As Legolas complied, Aragorn reached into the discarded pack and pulled out a small jar of salve. He coated his fingers thoroughly with the oily substance. 

"Lay him on his side, seldo," he commanded. As Legolas gently lowered Eomer´s body onto the grass, the horseman was glad for the respite from his over stimulated nerves. 

"Dartho si. Telo si a´levo den ir im narich na," Aragorn said. Legolas smiled slyly and backed away, leaving Aragorn to lie down behind Eomer. The ranger began to slowly work his finger into the horseman´s tight entrance. 

Eomer moaned loudly. He bit his lip in frustration as Aragorn slowly breached the tight ring of muscle and stroked him slowly inside. Another finger was added, widening him easily. 

Legolas knelt down in the grass beside Eomer´s stomach, waiting. Aragorn positioned himself behind the horseman, and placed the head of his erection at Eomer´s entrance. "Now," he said to Legolas. 

As the ranger slid in, Legolas bent over and swallowed Eomer´s turgid flesh in one gulp. Eomer convulsed, biting off a scream as he felt Aragorn filling him easily, the wet heat around him, and experienced the silky feel and taste of his own thickness down his throat. A fire was building within him, stoked by their joined desires. 

Aragorn began thrusting inside him, and Legolas followed his lead, sucking eagerly and stroking himself slowly. Eomer felt his senses spiraling out of control. He was being filled, nerves sizzling as Aragorn hit his sensitive spot, shudders wracking his body as he was drawn into Legolas´ hot mouth, the elf´s hot tongue swirling along his length. Feeling his passion spiraling in with Legolas´ as the clever fingers dancing along the elf´s length echoed their sensation in his body, feeling the pressure build within him, but finding no release. 

Too much...he thought, he thrashed in sweet agony, small whimpers and groans were escaping his lips. 

"Who owns you?"  Aragorn hissed in his ear. 

No, Eomer thought. He could not surrender this last bit of him. As hard as it was, he tried for a last shred of defiance. 

When Eomer failed to reply, Aragorn said, "Stop now, seldo."  He stopped thrusting, and Legolas pulled off of Eomer, causing the horseman to whimper loudly. 

"Answer me, and I´ll finish you off."  Aragorn said harshly. He jabbed his erection into Eomer once, causing the horseman to moan as the hard flesh slid over the small bundle of nerves deep inside. "Who owns you?"  he barked again. 

Eomer bit his lip, tasting blood, determined to fight the delightful jolts coursing through his body. Aragorn growled at Legolas, "Bring yourself to the brink, and keep yourself there." 

Legolas nodded, and grasped his erection. Eomer cried out as he saw and felt Legolas stroking himself until the elf´s body hummed on the edge of release, the frustration echoing in the horseman´s body. Legolas dipped his hand in the salve and inserted his fingers into his own hot, tight entrance, stroking the heart of his pleasure. Eomer sobbed in frustration, blood was thundering in his ears, and his eyes lost focus, centering on the intense burning within him. Whimpers of need spilled from both sets of throats. 

Aragorn jabbed him again, listening to his gasp. The ranger then slowly slid his shaft over Eomer´s sensitive spot as he withdrew almost completely, "Who do you belong to?"  he growled. 

It was too much. Eomer felt himself unraveling inside, his body ached within and without in sweet madness, screaming for completion. The last vestiges of his control shattered. 

"I´m yours!"  he sobbed brokenly. "I´m yours, my lord!"

Eomer heard Aragorn murmur something, but he was too far gone to register the words. Abruptly, Aragorn pulled out, causing Eomer to sob in protest. 

The ranger swiftly rolled Eomer onto his back. "On your knees, seldo, and put your head in his lap," he said to Legolas. The elf complied, wrapping his arms around Eomer and resting his head in the horseman´s lap. Eomer could feel Legolas´ denied release humming through the lithe body, keeping both of them on the edge. 

Aragorn grabbed Legolas´ hips and tilted them upward before plunging in with one stroke. Elf and man gasped aloud at the sudden penetration, but Legolas was well prepared and hissed in pleasure as the ranger slid in. Aragorn immediately began slamming into the slender body, filling Legolas´ needy flesh, forcing small groans to pour from the elf´s lips. 

"Take him in your mouth," Aragorn grunted. Eomer screamed as Legolas readily complied, lights exploded behind the horseman´s eyes as he felt himself delving into the wet heat of the elf´s mouth, felt his length entering Legolas´ throat again, felt Aragorn pounding into Legolas, his strokes hitting the sensitive cluster of nerves. Eomer´s hips jerked upward, trying to push more of himself into the moist depths, keening as the elf took him deeper into his throat. 

Eomer felt his coherency dissolving, each sensation from Legolas melting into his own until they were indistinguishable. He was being devoured and he could taste himself, could feel the silkiness of his shaft in the back of his throat, could feel the hot moistness of Legolas´ tongue swirling and dancing along his erection, could feel Legolas´ cries of passion vibrating through the engorged flesh, could feel each thrust from Aragorn in the deepest recesses of his body, each nerve singing as he was repeatedly filled. 

Aragorn reached beneath him and grabbed Legolas´ weeping erection in his hand, stroking it to match his own swift pace. Legolas shrieked around Eomer´s tortured flesh, and Eomer´s vision was robbed from him as their linked desires swirled in, dissolving and melting together before exploding outward violently, tearing apart and shattering their souls as they both climaxed, the two of them screaming until they were hoarse. 

Eomer felt the blood drain out of his head and he was vaguely aware of Aragorn´s loud roar. His sight began to fade as he saw the ranger´s body shuddering, filling Legolas with his seed. A curtain of darkness descended over Eomer´s vision as everything faded to black. 

He drifted briefly in the velvety nothingness, and he then felt his senses gradually returning to him. A soft touch ghosted across his forehead, gently prodding him awake. Eomer´s eyelids fluttered open, and he blearily took in his surroundings. He had been untied, and Legolas and Aragorn were cuddled on either side of him, stroking his face and looking concerned. 

"Are you all right, Eomer?"  Aragorn whispered. 

"Aye," he said weakly. He tried to lift his head and failed. "But I am completely incapable of movement right now." 

Aragorn chuckled. "You were unconscious for a few minutes. I am impressed with your stamina, most other men would still be swooning after your experience." 

Aragorn kissed Eomer lightly on the lips before leaning over to tenderly claim Legolas´ mouth. The two of them parted with a sigh. Legolas then pressed his lips softly to Eomer´s for a sweet kiss. 

Eomer reached for Aragorn´s hand and pressed it to his mouth. "My lord," he breathed reverently. 

Aragorn stroked Eomer´s hair gently. "Little one, I look forward to having you. I saw the potential in your eyes when we first met in the Riddermark. But," Aragorn paused, his eyes glinting, "do not lose that lovely fire of defiance. Your rebelliousness is what makes me burn for you." 

Eomer smiled weakly and touched his cheek to Aragorn´s hand. 

Aragorn brushed a heavy lock of golden hair away from Eomer´s sweat-plastered face. "You need another bath, melme," he said quietly. 

Without further ado, Aragorn scooped Eomer up in his arms and walked back into the creek. Legolas tarried a bit before joining them. The elf and the ranger swiftly cleaned off Eomer before attending to themselves. 

Aragorn tenderly carried Eomer back to their resting spot, with Legolas following shortly behind them. The ranger gently lowered Eomer onto the elven cloak that Legolas had thoughtfully spread on the ground beforehand. 

The elf retrieved a cloth out of his pack, and swiftly dried Aragorn and Eomer off. When he was done, Eomer gratefully stretched his limbs, yawning and feeling his eyelids getting very heavy. 

Aragorn lay down next to Eomer and pulled the horseman´s head to his chest. "I am quite weary," the ranger murmured. "I barely have the strength to keep my eyes open."  Eomer yawned again in agreement. 

"I cannot imagine why, Aragorn. Have you been overly exerting yourself for the past few days?"  Legolas said playfully. 

"I would punish you for your overly merry tongue, Legolas, but that requires more energy than my limbs are capable of at the moment."  Aragorn replied tiredly. 

"Aye, I cannot move at all," the horseman said sleepily, "but either my sister, my uncle, or my men will come looking for us eventually, and it would be quite awkward if they found us in this state."  The two men chuckled and the elf smirked at Eomer´s statement. 

"Sleep, then," Legolas suggested gently. "I will keep watch for anyone approaching and wake you quickly if need be." 

Aragorn murmured, "Thank you, a´maelamin." 

Legolas leaned over and kissed Aragorn softly on the lips. He kissed Eomer tenderly and whispered, "I look forward to singing many more songs for you, melethron." 

"And I look forward to listening to your beautiful voice again, Legolas," Eomer sighed. Legolas draped Aragorn´s cloak over the two of them and Aragorn wrapped his large arms around Eomer, holding his body close. 

"Sleep well, melethron, a´maelamin," Legolas said lovingly. He began to sing again, the melody soothing and relaxing. 

Eomer sighed, melting into Aragorn´s embrace. The notes of Legolas´ soft, lilting song drifted through the air, lulling the two men into a deep and peaceful sleep under the starless sky. 

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THE END

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