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Though it was Aragorn who initiated the night walk, it was Legolas, with his sharp eyes, who led the way though the sparse underbrush. He could hear running water and made his way towards it.

The small pond looked peaceful but it was not unheard of for danger to lurk in dark waters. Legolas did not step too closely to the edge. Aragorn found the small waterfall that filled the pond and let the gentle waters run over his hand before pulling it back with a hiss. Legolas was at his side in a heartbeat.

“The water is freezing, not fit for washing,” Aragorn said, his voice trembling as the coldness seemed to spread into his blood.

“I have found a bed of moss,” Legolas whispered, cradling Aragorn’s chilled hand and leading him to the soft patch. It should have been illuminated by moonlight as the trees did not grow close to the pond, but though there was light enough to see, the moon was shielded. Neither Man nor Elf dwelled on the thought.

Legolas took his time stripping Aragorn of his clothing; the former Ranger’s breathing becoming louder as each layer fell to the ground. Ageless, knowing eyes laughed at him but the King did not mind. He would get his chance soon enough. Or so he thought. The Elf had different ideas. He spread his cloak over the moss and took Aragorn’s battle scarred hand.

“Lay here, my King.” Legolas smiled at the monarch’s puzzled frown as he sat down. Legolas tilted his head and Aragorn rolled his eyes in exasperation before reclining back to lean on one bent elbow. The Elf nodded and stepped back.

First he removed his quiver and the sheath for his short-swords, setting them reverently next to Anduril. He faced Aragorn and lifted his head, breathing in the strange scents from the forest. Spicy as opposed to earthy like his home in Mirkwood. His former home. The Elf blinked away the thought as he began to shed his clothing. Piece by piece they fell softly to the ground under the watchful eyes of his King. His lover.

Legolas was proud of his body, unashamed to stand nude for Aragorn’s careful scrutiny. It was a habit of the King’s, as if somehow the Elf would have changed in some way since their last time together, but unlike the mortal, Legolas did not change. These silent times were always tinged with melancholy for how could Legolas miss the stubborn grey that now peppered his lover’s hair and beard.

Legolas knelt down and ran his palm down one side of Aragorn’s beloved face before leaning in for their first kiss of the night. It was filled with sweetness and anticipation, familiarity and love. Aragorn wrapped a hand behind the Elf’s neck and urged the immortal to lie with him, over him, blanketing the King with warm, smooth skin and silken hair that draped around their heads like a curtain.

It was that golden veil that shielded their gaze of the bushes where an unruly mop of dark hair was visible for a moment before lowering down again. The pirate sat there, his eyes far too busy watching the lovers to chance moving and alerting them to his presence. He wondered if he had ever been so still.

“Will you be in me?” Legolas whispered next to the King’s ear, his blood singing with desire. Calloused hands moved over his skin gently at first, then rougher as their passion mounted. The Elf sat up, straddling the King’s thighs, and reached down to enclose their blood-infused erections in one hand.

Aragorn sighed and closed his eyes, his head tilted back. He was not surprised when he heard a whimper before a hungry mouth descended to kiss and nip at his exposed neck. It was a sensitive spot for him, the graze of teeth making him shudder and clutch at his lover’s hips.

“I do not want to rush but I want you very much,” Aragorn murmured, hands caressing the twin globes he would soon delve between. It never failed to excite the Man that such a beautiful creature could want him in this way. His love for Arwen went deep through his soul but his need for Legolas could overrun his very thoughts. It seemed his blood pumped for the archer alone but he was not guilty or ashamed. Thoughts of Arwen did not belong on the bed of moss and Aragorn let them go, giving himself over to the unique magic Legolas wielded over him.

“And I you.” Legolas shifted until he was on all fours and Aragorn knelt behind him, a calming hand on the Elf’s lower back. At the first brush of fingers over his entrance Legolas shivered and let out a choked laugh. “After all of this time, you still make me shiver with just a touch.” The careful preparation almost brought tears to his eyes.

“And you make me feel as if this is our first time all over again.” Aragorn moaned as sank into the Elf’s welcoming depths. He rained kisses over his lover’s sleek back as the Elf arched and hummed in pleasure.

Jack hadn’t even realized he’d unfastened his breeches until he felt the rough touch of his own hand on his cock. He was no stranger to two men enjoying each other. It was impossible to stay at sea for long lengths without finding pleasure somewhere though rarely did it go as far as this. The coming together of these two handsome strangers made the pirate breathless. He began a slow stroking that wasn’t nearly good enough.

Legolas reveled in the feeling of Aragorn gliding in and out of him. His fingers fisted in the soft fabric of his cloak and he lowered himself down to his elbows and pressed his heated cheek to the cloth. If the Elves were not so drawn to soft textures the Elf would have been left with a burn on his face as Aragorn began to move faster, thrusting harder until Legolas was nearly pushed over the edge of the cloak onto the moss.

A strong, sweat-moistened arm slid around the Elf’s waist, hauling him upwards until his back was pressed to the King’s chest, his legs on either side of Aragorn’s thighs and he was so deep… Legolas cried out, head falling back, arms rising, hands grasping at his lover’s hair.

“Legolas.” Aragorn hardly recognized his own voice it was so thin and reedy. Needy. He reached down to encircle the Elf’s hardness, gasping as Legolas tightened around him. “Yes, like that.” It took no more than three swipes of his hand before the Elf stiffened, emitting a whimper that nearly went unheard as Aragorn let himself go, his shaft pulsing as he came. The hot spill on his hand and thigh made him smile as he buried his face against the Elf’s neck.

Jack bit his forearm as he climaxed, shuddering and glaring at the quiet couple only feet away.

Aragorn lazily licked his hand clean under the amused gaze of his lover. “Tis sweet,” he said, as he always said. Legolas simply smiled and waited for his heart to stop thundering in his chest. Neither made an effort to move other than to press closer together.

“He’s watching us,” Legolas whispered, taking Aragorn’s hand when the King tensed. “He has taken his pleasure in ours.” Legolas chuckled at his lover’s low growl. “I sense no danger from him. He is lost though, alone. He desires us.”

“I do not share.”

“Nor do I, but,” Legolas kissed the corner of his king’s mouth. “Perhaps we can share him.”

Aragorn was silent as he thought this over. Only once had he and Legolas invited another man into their bed but the king’s jealousy had made it impossible for him to consider it again. Until now. “He is…pleasing to look upon.”

“There is a hint of uncertainty that suggests he has not truly enjoyed a man’s pleasure.” Legolas tightened his inner muscles and smiled at Aragorn’s in-drawn breath.

“Perhaps it is this forest that has affected my mind but I am…willing.” Aragorn’s hands ghosted up the Elf’s stomach to his chest where he rubbed the smooth skin of his nipples until the skin puckered and the soft points hardened. “Captain Sparrow,” he called, grinning in amusement when a clump of nearby bushes began to dance madly and words that could only be curses in the pirate’s strange language filtered over to the couple on the cloak.

“Um, yes?”

“Come away from your hiding spot and join us.” Aragorn sighed as Legolas began to rock, the infinitesimal movements more of a tease than anything.

A shadow fell across them and they looked up to see Jack standing beside the cloak, one hand holding up his breeches. He was biting the inside of his cheek as he stared down at the Elf’s reawakening cock. It was a bit more than curiosity that had him releasing the waist of his pants and letting them fall. It wasn’t as graceful as the Elf’s undressing, since the material got stuck on his high boots. It took a great amount of hopping, then swearing and finally with a tug that sent his second boot sailing, he was naked from the waist down.

“Are you hiding scars on your chest or back?” asked Legolas, head tilted to the side. “We are warriors, Captain, and would not be turned away by such evidence of valor.”

Jack grinned. “I just love the way you talk.” He began to unbutton his shirt. “Only one scar, I’m afraid. A branding mark, a tattoo.” He let the shirt fall. “More chest hair than you, at any rate.” He ran his hand over the sparse hairs. “It’s the rum,” he confided with a wink.

“What is this rum?” Legolas asked, one hand gripping Aragorn’s thigh as the king bumped his hips.

“Ah, drink of the gods, my friends.”

“Spirits, then.” Aragorn grinned. “We have our own holy drinks in Gondor that would surely put your rum to shame.”

Jack waved his hands a bit too wildly and slumped down to kneel in front of Legolas. The elf’s eyes were closed, his head tilted back on Aragorn’s shoulder. “Impossible! Once you experience the smooth burn of rum you can never drink anything else. Not even water.” He licked his lips and leaned down on his hands, lips only inches from the Elf’s erection. “May I?”

Aragorn nodded. Jack began to tentatively lick the leaking tip of the elf’s cock, pausing to determine if he liked the taste and resuming when he decided it didn’t matter. Legolas didn’t open his eyes but moaned softly and turned his face, blindly seeking Aragorn’s lips.

The King shifted his hips until Legolas whimpered, alerting Aragorn that he’d found that special spot inside of his lover. “Easy now,” he breathed, beginning to move. Jack backed off to watch the two for a moment. He wasn’t entirely sure about this affair only having tolerated using his hands with another man but he’d been on the receiving end often enough and if he did it to the Elf, maybe the Elf would return the favor.

Legolas could see prisms of color behind his eyes, swirling and sparkling as Aragorn moved inside of him hitting the same sweet spot over and over again. The pirate was using his tongue to tease, flicking here and there, until it was all too much. The Elf arched, trapped by Aragorn’s arms, as he climaxed. There was a roaring in his ears and somewhere he heard the pirate’s irritated voice but it didn’t matter. He slumped, trusting Aragorn not to let him fall.

“Could have warned a bloke,” Jack grumbled, wiping his face with a corner of the blanket. He watched the King slowly lower the Elf gently to the cloak to lie on his stomach, one hand caressing the smooth skin from nape to buttocks. Then he turned to the pirate.

“He will recover soon enough.” Aragorn fought the green tendrils of jealousy as he watched the pirate captain watch Legolas. He trusted the Elf’s instincts and did not fear Jack would harm Legolas but to know he was not the only Man to stir the elf’s blood was cutting. He tamped down his anger to focus on his desire. He had not given in to his pleasure, though it was a fight to hold back when Legolas squeezed him so perfectly.

“Are there more like him?” Jack ignored the king’s glare. He was hard and if the elf was not going to help, he needed the king. Aragorn, he reminded himself. Did kings do that? Use his mouth?

“Only a handful remain here on Middle Earth that I know of. None that I have seen with my own eyes, save Legolas.”

“Pity. He is very pretty.”

“Which makes him all the more beloved to me.” It was rare for Aragorn to speak of his feelings towards Legolas but he was driven to make the pirate understand the powerful bond between himself and his fair Elf.

“No doubt.” Jack glanced coyly over his shoulder. “You are pleasing to the eyes as well.”

Aragorn held back a grin as he pulled the pirate closer. “We need not compliments here, Captain Sparrow.”

“Ah yes,” was all Jack was able to say before his mouth was taken by Aragorn’s. He wasn’t sure what to do with his hands so he let them stay clenched at his sides while his tongue was engaged in a slick duel for control. He lost. Aragorn could taste the very essence of Legolas in the pirate’s mouth, making him harsher than he’d intended.

Jack didn’t mind. It was as if a door in his mind was unlocked and he realized he didn’t have to be gentle or considerate. His hands gripped one of Aragorn’s wrists, bringing the king’s hand between their bodies, moaning when the King took the hint and fisted Jack’s hardness, his strokes fast and rough.

Legolas watched the two dark-haired Men with drowsy eyes. They were so beautiful, sleek muscle and skin burnished by the sun. Their movements were aggressive and the elf winced when Aragorn encircled Jack’s length but he could see the pirate enjoyed it, could hear it in the choked cries. The king was not neglected though the captain’s grip was unsure, his strokes without rhythm.

Aragorn stilled his hand, squeezing the head of Jack’s penis to stave off the climax he knew was near. The pirate snarled in anger but the King grabbed his wrist before Jack could return the favor. “On your back pirate.”

“Go to hell.” Jack balled up his fist but found it caught in gentle hands before he could swing at Aragorn. He stared into the Elf’s clear blue eyes and felt his anger fading. Indeed he felt so good he willingly lay down, unable to take his gaze from Legolas, uncaring of his vulnerable position. “Pretty,” he whispered and delighted in the Elf’s smile.

Aragorn knew the pirate would not stay under Legolas’ spell for long. He had perhaps minutes to convince Captain Sparrow that pleasure could be had but only on the King’s terms. He reached out and stroked his palm down the Elf’s thigh before lying between the pirate’s legs and taking Jack’s hardness in his mouth.

Jack’s eyes widened as he was taken into the king’s hot mouth and he opened his mouth to yell, whether to say stop or not to stop he wasn’t sure but the Elf never gave him the chance, dipping his head and covering the pirate’s open mouth with his own.

Aragorn closed his eyes, unwilling to watch Legolas kiss the pirate, and briefly pulled away to moisten two fingers with saliva. When he returned to Jack’s erection he began to hum a tune Legolas fancied, knowing the vibrations would be just enough of a distraction as his fingers quested downwards.

Legolas wanted to laugh when his keen ears picked up the Elvish tune but his mouth was occupied, his tongue twining over and over with the pirate’s. There was no comparison between Jack’s kisses and Aragorn’s, only a difference that Legolas found interesting. He knew the moment Aragorn had taken his lovemaking a step farther when Jack cried out and almost bit the Elf’s tongue. Legolas backed off, shared a look with Aragorn and laid a hand on the pirate’s heaving chest.

Jack could feel his whole body shaking. There was something inside of him, burning and stretching, leaving his lust-addled brain to wonder what should be done. He didn’t dare move, he couldn’t speak. His dark eyes pleaded with Legolas and the Elf shook his head.

“It will become much better,” he promised, and Jack desperately wanted to believe him. He knew he was no longer hard, his hands were knotted in the soft blanket below him and he waited to hear the fabric tear as he was stretched wider.

“S-stop…” He arched his neck, not understanding its draw to the Elf who moaned and dived forward. Suddenly the pirate was besieged with conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure and then everything went white and he screamed hoarsely.

Aragorn touched that special place again, watching attentively as the pirate’s body convulsed with pleasure. Jack’s re-awakened erection bobbed against his stomach leaving a spot of clear fluid. Legolas nibbled down the pirate’s chest, stopping to scrape teeth and tongue over pebbly nipples, before continuing. He swung a leg over so he was straddling the captain’s body and offered his mouth to Aragorn.

Jack opened his eyes and blinked when he found himself eye-to-eye, so to speak, with the Elf’s cock. He shifted, trying to make Aragorn do whatever the hell he’d been doing before but the king was too busy kissing Legolas to pay attention. Jack took matters into his own hands, or mouth and lifted his head to suck on the tip swinging just above him.

Legolas choked in surprise, pulling away from Aragorn and pushing just a little back, moaning when the pirate obligingly took him a bit deeper. Aragorn reached down to stroke his own hardness, sighing when Legolas lowered his head and tongued him until he was ready.

The Elf pulled away from the pirate, holding himself against his stomach, as he inched back far enough for Aragorn to raise Jack’s legs. The pirate stuttered in denial then all sounds ceased when Aragorn began to push in as Legolas engulfed the captain’s cock in one slow, hot motion.

Get away. Get closer. Jack couldn’t wrap his mind tightly enough around one idea to put the thought into action. The burning, the stretching was worse than before but the wet cavern of the Elf’s mouth was almost enough to override the pain. He needed to distract himself until those flashes of intense bliss returned. They had to return. Why else do this sort of thing?

Jack wrenched the Elf’s protective hand away and reached up to push the slender body down so he wouldn’t have to strain his neck. Legolas was more than happy to let go, cupping the pirate’s balls and gently squeezing as he bobbed his head in time with Aragorn’s thrusts. Jack’s calves bumped against the King’s shoulders and Aragorn reached down to grip the captain’s buttocks and spread him farther, pumping faster and deeper, angling now to hit his pleasure spot over and over.

Jack couldn’t take much more and he turned his face from the Elf’s hardness, nearly sobbing as his whole body tightened. It was indescribable, heat and joy flooding through him, until he felt he couldn’t take any more. “No, stop, help me!” Suddenly he was flying.

Legolas hummed as Aragorn gave one last shove, shouting out his release as the pirate squeezed him so unbearably tight. Legolas struggled to swallow the pirate’s bitter essence as the body below him shuddered and bucked in completion. The Elf moved to the pirate’s side, gasping and unsated.

Aragorn carefully pulled out, and lowered the pirate’s legs to the ground. Jack’s eyes were closed and he moaned softly as aftershocks rocked him from the inside. The King took pity on his quivering lover, levering down on his hands to take the Elf’s hard shaft into his mouth and sucking. Legolas whined plaintively, wet two fingers and reached behind himself to push inside, and if he closed his eyes he could almost imagine it was his cherished King. The fair Elf sighed as he reached his peak. Aragorn caught his pleasure, and drank greedily.

Jack came back to his body slowly, unwillingly even. He stared up into the inky blackness of the starless sky and concentrated on feeling his limbs, wiggling his finger and toes to make sure everything was in working order. He thought about lifting his head but didn’t, deciding the effort was beyond him. He could hear soft murmurs in a strange, lyrical language and turned his head.

Legolas and Aragorn were partially dressed and sitting less than a yard away. The Elf’s back was against the trunk of a tall tree, the King sitting between his long legs, possessive arms wrapped around his chest. Light kisses were the only thing that broke into their quiet conversation and Jack let his mind wander as he listened.

“He’s awake.” Legolas smiled. “Feeling quite content.”

“He’ll be chilled soon.” Aragorn looked towards the prone man. “You should dress, Captain Sparrow. The night air won’t stay so forgiving.”

“After all that I’m still ‘Captain Sparrow’,” Jack muttered, feeling around for his breeches. Dressing was a languid affair, muscles and nerve-endings whispering, sometimes screaming, about his earlier activities. He felt damn good.

Aragorn rose and held out a hand for his lover. Together they walked back to the moss bed where Jack was pulling on his other boot. He patted his head and mumbled something about ‘by the fire’ and stood up, swaying a bit. “You’re blanket’s a mess, mate,” Jack said, hands on his hips as he looked down at the grey-green cloak.

Legolas chuckled. “Only til morning.”

Jack looked at him curiously then decided to let it go. This was a dream after all. A rum-soaked-knocked-on-the-head-by-the-mast dream. Anything was possible. Aragorn collected his sword and his Elf’s weapons while Legolas balled up his cloak and draped the King’s cloak around his shoulders. Again Legolas led the way as the trio returned to the abandoned campsite. The fire had nearly burned out, little left but red-glowing embers.

Legolas disappeared to collect more firewood while Aragorn rummaged in one of his saddlebags for the lambas bread he’d packed. Jack found his hat and plopped it on his head, looking around for something to do.

“We did not prepare for guests,” Aragorn said, offering a square of the Elvish weybread. “Take only a small bite. Any more may make you ill.”

Jack examined the hard, flat bread, sniffing before licking a corner. “Uh, my gratitude knows no bounds,” he said, turning around to make a disgusted face.

Aragorn grinned. Lambas wasn’t to everyone’s taste. Legolas returned with an armful of wood and set about bringing the fire back to life. Jack got comfortable, using a fallen log as a backrest and resumed staring into the fire. He wondered when he was going to wake up.

Darkened elven eyes watched as the foreign pirate succumbed to sleep. Legolas bit the corner from his square of lambas before rewrapping it in its leaf pouch. Chewing thoughtfully, he tried to imagine what kind of place the pirate would belong. Aragorn settled beside his lover and followed his gaze.

“We should sleep. Tomorrow may bring more surprises.”

“Gandalf would know what to do,” Legolas said, his voice tinged with sadness. Aragorn pressed a kiss to the Elf’s temple.

“Sleep,” the king reiterated. He used his saddle as a pillow, laying on his back and looking up at the trees.

“I am not tired. I feel the need to keep watch tonight.” Legolas touched the king’s hand.

Aragorn frowned as he linked their fingers but did not speak. Soon Legolas was listening to the king’s even breath and the pirate’s snuffling snores. He stared at Jack for a long moment before turning his gaze to the fire. When he looked back, the captain was gone.

~*~*~*~

“Jack! Jack! Where are you, you damn pirate!”

Jack groaned and rubbed his head as he sat up. “Quiet,” he grumbled. Suddenly he realized it was Will’s voice he was hearing, a wooden deck under his bum, heavy mists shrouding his view of everything. “I’m awake!”

“Ja-“ Will’s call ended in a screech as he tripped over the man sitting in the middle of the deck. He laughed a little hysterically when he opened his eyes to see Jack’s annoyed face below him. “Jack!”

“Of course it’s me, idiot.” Jack was about to push the heavy boy away when he realized what a lovely position they were in. Smiling wide enough to frighten his inept First Mate, Jack slung his arm around Will’s neck and brought the shocked face down for a kiss.

The End