The secret garden 11/24

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Title: The secret garden
Author: Greenleaf
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is fiction. The wonderful elf and human belong to Tolkien. I have no clue if Christmas is known in middle-earth and all of this is made up.
Beta read by: The wonderful, awesome, and lovely sylvanelfqueen
Warnings: M/M sex, slight hint of MPREG
Feedback: Yes please! Put a gift for me under the Christmas tree by leaving feedback :) honestly I love it more than presents ;)

A/N: This story is dedicated to all the nice people supporting and encouraging me and reading my stories. There will be a short part each day until christmas ;)

Special thanks to:

My mother Thanks for having faith in me, thanks for always helping me out and for letting me live my dreams.
Squeak Thank you for everything. You were the one helping Waking Nightmare out of the cupboard and finally brought me back to my passion: writing. Thank you for your encouragement. You make me go on, honestly *hug* I wouldn’t know what to do without you.




“Everything beloved. I would get the stars for you if you would wish to have them.”

“Nay I don’t want the stars.” Legolas smiled before his cheeks took a reddish glow again. “I…I want you to make love to me.” His voice sounded a little hoarse.

Aragorn was torn. On the one hand he was amused about Legolas innocent behaviour and the shyness. But on the other hand he was simply…startled. He had never wanted to pressure Legolas or to rush things but of course had longed to touch his beloved.

“Are…are you sure? We don’t have to do this Lasse.”

“But I want to do this. Aragorn I am not a fragile doll, you don’t have to be careful as if I will break when you touch me.” It took Legolas great courage to say this, but it was how he felt. He was grateful for Aragorn’s understanding and patience but that didn’t mean that they had to stay completely chaste. He leaned forward to kiss the ranger, tried to hide his insecurity and instead show his longing for the other touch.

“Just…take it slow.” The blonde wood-elf murmured when their lips parted for seconds.

Aragorn was overwhelmed with emotions but nodded and carefully pushed Legolas back on the blanket.

TBC

Comments

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

"... you don't have to be careful as if I will break when you touch me." - almost as if Legolas is the more confident one . . .

And so it begins . . .

[belle-lestrange.livejournal.com]

i guess the elfling is inpatient at times and that's where the confidence comes from ;)

xx