#legorn

The second one is Ashes To Dust ‘verse, so I hope you’re okay with that!  That means it’s a little darker than the first, which is basically just ‘smooch’.  

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9. First kisses

It is Legolas who initiates the kiss.  Legolas, because Sauron is not one to start contact.  It is soft, almost chaste, as though he is afraid.  And maybe he is.

But, for once, Sauron is not scared by such contact, and so he deepens the kiss, lets his fangs scrape against Legolas’ teeth, causing the Elf to make a noise of desperation and press closer.  He molds his body to Sauron’s, clinging to him like a life raft in a storm.  

“Oh,” he manages to gasp out.  It’s said like a prayer, desperate and wanting.  “Oh, yes.”

“Quiet,” Sauron says, and kisses him again to make sure he listens.  

Legolas presses so close it would be hard to tell where he ends and Sauron begins, were they not so different in appearance and height.  

They kiss fiercely, standing together in the middle of Legolas’ room, until finally one or the other needs to breathe and they break apart.  

“That,” Sauron says, letting his accent come on thick, “was amazing.” 

Legolas can’t really understand him, but he gets the gist.

3. Hiding their face in the other’s neck

Legolas wasn’t sure why he did it.  All he knew was that the drunken noble kept insinuating things about him that made his face flame red, and suddenly he had buried his face in Sauron’s neck.  

The Dark Lord stroked his head absentmindedly, as if to make it clear how little he cared about the embarrassment of his trophy.  

“He does more than lie about,” Sauron said mildly.

“Really?  Like what?”

“He has been an immense help in the negotiations with Mirkwood.” 

“Hm.  And when those end?”

“Then, he may lie about as I see fit.” 

“Yes, lie about in your bed,” the noble snorted derisively.  

Legolas buried his face further into Sauron’s neck, face so hot he wondered if it had caught fire.  He couldn’t pull back--that would seem worse.  He was blushing fiercely, and Sauron’s hand was like a vice pressing his head down.  

As the noble flitted away, he still didn’t pull back.

Sauron did it for him, glaring.  “Really.  Blushing and hiding your face, little Elf?  Stand strong--this is Mordor, not the halls of your father.” 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.  “I just--”

“You just what, exactly?”

“I just--no one’s ever said that about me before.  If you were effectively called someone’s pet, you would be embarrassed too!” 

Wrong thing to say.  Sauron hissed.  “I have been called that and worse.  It has never been true, therefore it doesn’t bother me.  The same applies to you.  Unless you would like me to change that?”

Legolas shuddered, though from horror or the strange thrill of the thought he did not know.  

LIKE MY OTP CHANGED OVERNIGHT IN MY SLEEP

SRSLY I WOKE UP WITH AN IDEA OF A BEAUTIFUL ARALAS FIC, AND I HAVEN’T THOUGHT OF THE PAIRING FOR LIKE 10 YEARS? MAYBE 15?

Thranduil: Son… I saw something on your facebook page… 

Legolas: Oh… Really ? (fml)

Thranduil: ARAGORNSONARATHORNI’MGOINGTOKILLYOUSOMEDAYBEREADY

Aragorn: NEVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER DAD IN LAW

A meeting with Éomer and the apparent death of Aragorn make both Aragorn and Legolas re-examine their feelings for one another.