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Imagine Aragorn hugging you when he finds you crying because you think you are worthless-and-Imagine always feeling like you let people down, and are a burden, and Legolas and Aragorn comforting you and helping you to see that you aren't-and-I just want Aragorn and Legolas to fuck the hell outta me in a threesome. (It's still a threesome, but not a hardcore fuck-sorry)
The Fellowship of the Ring was in Lothlorien. Gandalf the Grey-the oldest, wisest member of your company had fallen in the Mines of Moria while attempting to protect the rest of you from the demon-the Balrog. The foe had been far too great for any of you to contend with, so Gandalf had sacrificed himself to save all of you. You would never have survived if it hadn't been for him and what he did.
You were shocked, and confused, and saddened. It was so sudden, so unexpected, and none of you had seen it coming. But there was one member of the Fellowship, who was having a harder time than others: you.
You were a woman from an alternate reality-an alternate dimension, who had one day woken in Middle earth with no idea where you were or how you'd ended up there.
Gandalf had been the very first person you'd encountered in this world, and he'd taken you under his wing, so to speak. With important errands to run one day though, he'd left you with Frodo in the Shire. Not long after that, the two of you, along with Sam, Merry, and Pippin, had made your way to Bree where you were to meet Gandalf.
The strange, Black Riders hadn't exactly on the program, and neither had Gandalf not being at the inn, though the Ranger Strider had been a good replacement, even if Frodo ended up injured.
Still, you'd been more than a little relieved to see Gandalf in Rivendell. You hadn't expected to end up involved and included with the whole 'Ring' thing, let alone become the tenth member of the Fellowship, but there it was.
While not everything since heading out had been a walk in the park, the Mines-the mines had been the worst. Losing Gandalf was like losing your safety net, but worse since he wouldn't be coming back.
You'd been the first to break down after it happened, and the others were left to support you, in more ways than one, despite their own grief. And yet, all this served to do was remind you of just how helpless you were. It reminded you just how much of a burden you were on the others.
These weren't new thoughts though. Not at all. You'd felt like this back home in your own world too. They were just magnified here because you had no way of supporting or helping yourself. Or so you thought, at least.
Drawing your knees to your chest, you tried to push back the tears that threatened to fall. You didn't want anyone to see you making a fool out of yourself. You were alone at the moment, yes, but you still didn't want to risk it. You couldn't.
Besides, having to explain everything would be humiliating and complicated enough anyway.
...Why were you like this?
Tears pooled in your eyes. Why did you always have to think like this? Unable to stop the thoughts, and beginning to feel even worse, the tears started to fall.
Why were you so damn worthless?
You tried to bite back a sob, but it escaped anyway, and once it did, you couldn't stop others from following suit. And before you knew it, you were quietly sobbing away, tears streaming down your cheeks, shoulders shaking, chest heaving.
You couldn't stop, couldn't force the thoughts away, even as you tried to press your hands to your mouth to muffle the sounds.
A hand on your shoulder had you jumping in surprise and choking on a sob. Your head snapped up and you found Aragorn standing over you, grey eyes looking down at you in concern.
You froze. This man was the last person you wanted to find you in such an embarrassing state. But he didn't laugh. He didn't mock you in any way. Instead, he lowered himself down next to you, his hand still on your shoulder. It was warm. Comforting.
Undeserved.
"(Y/N)?"
He was worried. Worried about you. Oh look, yet another person you were causing to feel concern for you. You really couldn't do anything, could you? You couldn't even angst properly without worrying someone!
And these thoughts led to more, which had more tears falling. You sobbed again and brought your hands up to cover your face. "God, I'm so worthless!"
But Aragorn didn't move away or leave you. He eased you closer and enfolded you in a strong embrace. "You are anything but worthless, (Y/N)! You cannot say that of yourself!"
...Had you said that out loud? You certainly hadn't meant to. And now you were crying all over him. Wasn't that fantastic?
Aragorn ran his fingers through your hair. "Hush, Ithil nin, hush." He tightened his hold on you. "You are not useless, (Y/N). You are strong." (my moon)
"I'm not!"
"You are," he said calmly. "You are strong." His tone was gentle but there was a firmness to his voice that you were trying to ignore.
"One of the strongest members of our Fellowship."
The second voice had you freezing again, then releasing a half sob, half groan when you recognized who the voice belonged to.
Legolas stepped over to the bank of the spring before gracefully lowering down to his knees on your other side. He reached out and brushed your hair back behind your ear. "You are the one who has been keeping all of us together this entire time. Someone weak would not be capable of such a great feat."
Unwilling to believe the words, you shook your head in denial. "You're lying! Both of you! I'm always getting in the way! I'm always letting everyone down! I'm worthless. Completely and utterly worthless. I always have been. I know that!" you exclaimed with an anguished cry.
The words spilled past your lips against your volition as for the first time in your life, you confessed what you'd been thinking-been feeling for a frustrating number of years.
For a moment it was silent, the gentle lapping of the water of the spring nearby and the lightly blowing breeze the only things audible in the air around you along with your too-loud breathing.
"Who has been poisoning your mind with these lies, Ithil nin?" asked Aragorn, suddenly breaking the heavy silence. (my moon)
"They are all false, (Y/N). Each and every one of them," Legolas agreed.
"But-!"
"Hush." Aragorn shifted his grip on you, even as Legolas shook his head.
"Now we will speak and you will listen, Sadril," said Legolas. (loyal one)
Slowly, you nodded hesitantly as both moved closer to you, their eyes intent. They each took one of your hands-one calloused and the other smooth, firm and gentle.
"Whoever has spent years telling you these lies was a fool," said Aragorn.
"I was not jesting or lying when I claimed you are the one who has been keeping the Fellowship together, (Y/N)," said Legolas, taking over. "You have been doing so since the very beginning-since we left Imladris, and from what I have heard, before that as well. Though it pains me to see that you've yet to notice this yourself."
No, you hadn't noticed. Not at all. Hadn't even considered the notion, honestly. Hadn't dared to. How could you? You were you.
"You have never been a burden on any of us," said Aragorn, as if understanding what you were thinking. "Thrust into a strange world without your knowledge or consent, surrounded by races that do not exist in your world, caught in battles against beasts that wish for nothing more than to end your precious life."
"Your own world is nothing at all like ours," said Legolas. He smiled slightly. "Given the circumstances, any...complaining you may have done is warranted, is it not?"
"And who else in the Fellowship has been working so hard to learn to wield a sword?" said Aragorn with a tiny smile of his own.
"Certainly not the hobbits," replied Legolas, despite knowing the question was rhetorical. "Though you cannot deny the four have been practising hard as well."
You cracked a smile, unable to help yourself as you remembered the hobbits' many sparring sessions with the surprisingly patient Boromir.
"There we are. There's that beautiful smile we have all come to love."
Your cheeks heated slightly at the words, but you didn't say anything. Couldn't bring yourself to. Couldn't trust yourself or your voice.
Aragorn sighed softly, though it wasn't a sound of irritation or boredom. He cupped your face in his calloused hands. "You are a burden on no one, (Y/N), and you have never once let any of us down."
Legolas reached out now too, setting a hand on your back. "And what this means is that you have never been worthless, (Y/N). Nor will you ever be so."
You stared in disbelief. "...R-really?" You hated how meek and pathetic you sounded at the moment, despised it honestly, but this really was the closest you had ever gotten to acceptance of some kind-of any kind.
"Yes," the other two echoed together, eyes boring into yours. It was all too clear that they were determined to get their point across.
And the strange thing about all this was that you were actually beginning to believe them. You wouldn't have if it was anyone else telling you, but these two... Aragorn and Legolas weren't the types to lie. Especially not about this sort of thing. They were too honourable for that.
...Maybe they really were right.
You felt yourself relaxing as years of pent-up stress left you all at once. "Th-thank you!" you half sobbed, though even you were able to hear the relief in your voice.
"There, there. No more tears now, Sadril," said Legolas soothingly, as Aragorn used his thumbs to brush them off your cheeks. (loyal one)
You breathed in, held the breath for a few seconds, and let it out just as slowly, relaxing even further. And then you smiled.
You weren't sure who moved first, but suddenly, Aragorn's lips were pressed to yours. You froze yet again, mind slow to process what was happening. Your lips parted slightly as you released a sound of surprise, but the man's tongue swept forward, barely touching your own before it pulled back and the kiss came to an end.
You only managed to take a single breath before a second pair of lips, these softer than Aragorn's chapped pair, were on yours.
Legolas' kiss went much like Aragorn's did-over before you could even understand what was happening. When he pulled away too, you opened your eyes, absently wondering when you had closed them in the first place.
Both of them were watching you with gentle expressions, as if waiting to see what you would do or how you would react. Well, that was a bit of a head-scratcher, wasn't it? Because you had no idea what to think, let alone say or do.
"Er-I..."
"Let go, (Y/N)."
You blinked. "I thought I already did." Wasn't that what you'd been doing while crying your eyes out earlier?
"Let yourself fall, Ithil nin," said Aragorn, running his thumb across your bottom lip. "For once, allow yourself to fall." (my moon)
"We will be here to catch you," said Legolas gently.
You weren't naïve. You knew what they were implying. You knew what they wanted to do-what they wanted you to do.
But at the same time, you also knew that if you said no, they would back off and continue to comfort you in the way they were doing before. Saying yes would just bring a different sort of comfort to the table.
You certainly weren't averse to the suggested advances, just a little confused at how these two of all people could want someone like you.
...Okay, so maybe you hadn't completely changed your way of thinking just yet. That was probably still going to take a while.
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself, and then reached out to Legolas, grabbing him by the collar. Yanking him closer, you pressed your lips to his firmly, feeling him smile against you.
Legolas responded to the kiss immediately and cupped your cheek to deepen it, causing you to hum in response. When you separated, you sucked in some much-needed air and then turned to Aragorn. You fisted your hands in his tunic and pulled him closer before kissing him as well.
He chuckled before he tangled his fingers in the hair at the base of your skull, tipped your head back, and deepened the kiss expertly. You moaned softly, grip on his tunic tightening.
While Legolas smelled of summer and tasted of sweet fruits, Aragorn smelled like the rain and tasted of heady mead. It was intoxicating.
They both were.
Even as you and Aragorn broke apart to catch your breath, you felt Legolas move in closer behind you. His hands landed on your shoulders before trailing down your arms. His long, slim fingers skimmed over your clothed stomach as they travelled back up, and he cupped your breasts boldly.
You moaned and arched into Aragorn, who kissed you breathless again. But it broke off abruptly as both of them rose to their feet, helping you up as well.
They undressed you now, working together to do so, and soon had you bare-a feast for their eager eyes. You flushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed, but helped them out of their clothes as well, feeling just as eager even despite your awkward embarrassment.
Once both of them were naked too, you found that you couldn't tear your eyes away. A male body was a male body, was what you'd always thought, but even though these two were obviously male, they couldn't have been more different.
Aragorn was the taller of the two, and though lean, Legolas was the slender one. The Man was tanned, the Elf pale, and the former was covered in scars, some old some new, while the latter was flawless, skin all but glowing under the sunlight.
You loved them both.
They seemed to notice which way your thoughts were straying because they both smiled and stepped closer to you. Legolas stopped in front of you while Aragorn moved in behind you, both close enough for you to feel the heat from their bodies.
Aragorn wrapped his arms around you as Legolas kissed you. Aragorn cupped your bare breasts in his rough, calloused hands, while Legolas' softer ones moved down to grip your hips.
You moaned into Legolas' mouth as Aragorn's thumbs stroked over your nipples, which pebbled under his touch. Legolas trailed his lips down your neck, butterfly kisses lingering. You ran your own fingers down his smooth chest, arching into Aragorn's hands.
Moaning when he pinched your nipples, the sound turned into a gasp when he pressed himself flush to your skin. You could feel his large, hardened length against you.
Curious to see whether Legolas was enjoying himself just as much, you trailed your fingers down his chest and over his abdomen, smiling when you felt the muscles contract under your touch, before going even lower and curling your fingers around his erection.
Legolas groaned, teeth nipping your lower lip, then engaging you in another kiss. Pleased by the sound, you squeezed, and Legolas groaned again, hips bucking into your hand.
Aragorn trailed kisses along your shoulder, up your neck, and to your ear, his stubble tickling you as he went. "That's right, Ithil nin. Take him in your hand, just like that. You want him to feel pleasure too, don't you? Go on then, stroke him-yes, like that." He removed a hand from your breast and brought it down to the junction between your slick thighs. (my moon)
You gasped as his fingers stroked your wet flesh, hand inadvertently tightening around Legolas, who buried his face in your neck with a moan. You pumped the hard length while Aragorn focused on your core, a single finger sliding inside you, his thumb passing over your clit.
Your motions on Legolas faltered as Aragorn brought you closer to your peak. When he stopped suddenly, you released a whine before you could stop yourself, prompting two very different laughs.
"Put your claws away, Ithil nin. We merely wish to make this more comfortable for you." (my moon)
Aragorn and Legolas lowered you down onto the grass, the former remaining behind you, and the latter in front.
Legolas leaned down and latched onto a breast, taking the stiffened nipple between his teeth, one of his hands splayed across your upper back, pushing you into him.
Aragorn's focus returned to your core, a finger, and then a second, easing into you. They met no resistance-you were far too wet for that, and began pumping in a steady rhythm while he pressed scratchy kisses along your neck.
"Would you allow Legolas to taste you?" Aragorn asked in a whisper directly into your ear, thumb rubbing over your clit, causing you to shudder-though perhaps that had as much to do with his words.
"Yesss," you hissed out in reply, sure you'd gotten wetter by the mere suggestion.
Aragorn shifted around until you were reclining against his chest and between his legs. Legolas meanwhile, lowered himself down further, spreading your legs apart. He cupped your thighs to keep you in place, and you squirmed at the feel of his hot breath against your sensitive skin.
"Oh, Legolas, please!" you moaned, one of your hands coming down so your fingers could tangle in his perfect, blond hair.
Legolas smirked, and then lowered his head. He parted your folds with his tongue, tasting what you had to give immediately. His tongue dipped into you, and then he latched onto your clit and sucked.
"Fuck!" you cried out, head falling back against the one behind you. You tried to buck your hips up but remained pinned down. "Fuck, dammit, Legolas! Please!"
It was Aragorn who replied to you though, chuckling lowly into your ear. "Our friend knows some naughty words, doesn't she, Legolas?"
Legolas hummed in agreement, the vibrations only causing more pleasure for you. "Yet she is as sweet as they come," he managed to pull away long enough to say, going back to work once he had.
Aragorn pinched both of your nipples while he sucked on your pulse point, and you reached back behind you with the hand that wasn't buried in Legolas' hair. You found Aragorn's thigh and followed it up until you found his hard cock and took it in hand.
He was bigger than Legolas-broader than Legolas like he was in every other way, and you groaned as you attempted to close your fist around him. You heard his breathing stutter slightly and grinned, only to moan suddenly when Legolas slipped two of his slender fingers inside you.
While Legolas worked his fingers in and out of you, continuing to suckle your clit, you fisted Aragorn's cock, enjoying the low grunts you could hear in your ear. It was almost fascinating to hear him like this.
Your pleasure grew, and your hand froze around Aragorn as the arousal caused your brain to stop working. You were sure you were speaking, but couldn't focus enough to make out what you were actually saying.
Aragorn suddenly bit down on that always sensitive juncture between your neck and shoulder-bit down hard. The sudden pain sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your clit and you cried out as your climax hit out of nowhere.
Your head fell back against Aragorn, and your hips surged up against Legolas' face, body jerking once, then again. Legolas continued his motions, slower now, and Aragorn soothed the bite mark with gentle little kisses.
You caught your breath and sighed in bliss, feeling more relaxed than you had in years. The other two just laughed again, their voices low, their hands still on you.
"Oh, we are far from finished with you, Sadril," said Legolas, rising along your body until he was face to face with you, blue eyes glimmering and his lips still wet. (loyal one)
Aragorn's lips touched your ear. "We still have much more to offer you, if you will have it."
You understood that they were asking for permission to take this even further, and moaned softly at the implications, visions of what could come flashing through your mind and before your eyes.
"Well, Sadril?" (loyal one)
"Will you have us, Ithil nin?" (my moon)
You thought back to everything they'd done for you-to the comfort and confidence they had instilled in you when you'd accidentally, and with great embarrassment, confessed your hidden fears to them earlier.
"(Y/N)?"
"Yes."
And that one, three-letter word was all it took for them to take action.
Legolas kissed you, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. When you broke apart, he and Aragorn communicated silently for a moment, various emotions passing through their eyes, before Aragorn moved to lie on his back in the grass. Seeing where this was going, you shifted around to straddle that strong, hard body.
Wanting this just as much as he did, you didn't wait long. You were still so wet, and he was still so hard, so you took him in hand and guided him to your entrance. You both hissed as he breached you, both in pleasure.
Adjusting, you braced yourself on Aragorn's chest and lowered down until you were fully sheathed. You threw your head back and moaned. He stretched you deliciously.
Aragorn's eyes had fallen shut, and his large hands came to grip your hips as he fought not to thrust up into your tight heat. Hurting you was the last thing he wanted. The growl he emitted was audible only to Legolas, who was watching the proceedings with curious interest.
Splaying your hands out on Aragorn's chest, you began to move, rising until the head of his cock was all that remained inside you, before slamming back down-fast.
You set a quick rhythm, enjoying the stretch and slight burn that accompanied it, moaning deliriously as he filled you again and again.
Legolas simply enjoyed the sight for a moment before walking around you and stopping to stand by Aragorn's head. You saw this and reached out immediately, taking his cock in hand.
When Aragorn adjusted his grip to support you, you leaned forward to lap up the pre-come from the head of Legolas' erection before taking it past your lips and into your mouth, trying to relax your jaw as you did so.
Legolas curled his fingers in your hair, his eyelids fluttering shut, and he groaned softly at the wet heat around him, your lips stretched around him. His moan became louder when you took him in further, your hand pumping what you couldn't manage to taste.
Unable to focus on both of them at the same time, your rhythm faltered, so Aragorn took over, blunt nails digging into your hips while he fucked up into you. You moaned around Legolas, who did the same at the feel of the vibrations around him.
Getting closer to your peak, you wanted Legolas to reach his first. You reached down and took Aragorn's hand, raising it so he knew to hold you up. Once he was, you grasped Legolas' thighs, nails digging into him. Opening your mouth wider, you relaxed your jaw further, hollowed your cheeks, and took him in as far as you could without gagging.
Legolas groaned something then-something in elvish that you weren't able to understand. His hands tightened in your hair, his hips surged forward, and then he froze. You pulled back, his release coating your tongue, and were surprised that it tasted rather sweet. How strange.
Pulling himself free, Legolas dropped down to his knees and pulled you into a kiss, clearly unconcerned with tasting himself on you, his tongue coiling with yours.
You broke apart, and you were only able to suck in a single breath of much-needed air before Aragorn wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down, bringing you flush to his chest.
Still thrusting up into you, he reached up, cupped the back of your head, and pulled you into a hungry kiss, your moans melding.
You were the first to pull away, breath catching and then stuttering. So close! You were so close! You could feel your climax clawing to the surface. "Please, Aragorn, oh fuck, oh please!"
"That's right, Ithil nin, let go. Fall-fall for us." (my moon)
"We are right here to catch you, Sadril, right here." (loyal one)
It was almost as if you'd been waiting this entire time to hear those words. Your release hit instantly, your back arching and your head falling. You cried out as your body jerked once, twice, three times, four times, five-
The convulsing had your inner walls tightening around Aragorn, causing him to finally reach his own peak. His arms tightened around you and he grunted out your name as he stilled.
You moaned, feeling him fill you even as you went limp. Trembling slightly, you sighed when you felt Legolas' fingertips skimming over your back soothingly.
Aragorn relaxed his grip and pressed his lips to the crown of your head. "Feeling all right, Ithil nin?" (my moon)
"No pain?"
Their words had more than one meaning behind them, you understood. You'd felt so heavy when you had entered this clearing, but now, now you felt so...light.
You rolled over, off of Aragorn, feeling him slip out of you, and sat up so you could look at both of them. You were going to answer them honestly, you told yourself-honestly. They deserved that much, at the very least, especially after all you had done together.
"I'm...going to be okay," you told them. "It might-it might take a while, but I think I'll be fine."
Aragorn and Legolas smiled gently, eyes showing how pleased they were with your words. They reached out simultaneously, both wrapping their arms around you, sandwiching you in a tight, but gentle embrace.
"We will be here for you, Sadril." (loyal one)
"For as long as you will need us, Ithil nin." (my moon)
"...Thank you."