The King of Hearts

by Sarah Eleven

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Aragorn/Everyone, Gandalf/Aragorn, Gandalf/Haldir, Legolas/Gimli, Frodo/Sam, Merry/Pippin, Faramir/Rumil

Visitors: Hades, god of the Underworld

Summary: Hades gives the guys an ultimatum when they end up in Limbo.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to Tolkien and associates, not to me.

Part 1


Aragorn did not avoid the adoring eyes of his friends, but returned their loving gazes and smiled at each in turn. He loved them. He loved them all, but felt there was not enough of his heart to go around. He felt the need to spend time with each of them, but time was short. His desperation for sharing made him feel at a loss.

There were twelve souls there isolated together; Aragorn, Gandalf, Boromir, Faramir, Legolas, Haldir, Rumil, Gimli, Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin. Twelve, and all were afraid. Their silent fear echoed in their ambiguous enclosure, ringing until their ears hurt.

Their terrible ordeal had ended, they had won, even with the sacrifice of so many. The War of the Ring was over. But now they were somewhere else, somewhere foreign and new and different. Opening their eyes, they looked around them and found themselves in an entirely different realm. No longer in Middle Earth, but trapped in a time and place with members of their own dead now alive again and just as confused as they.

Boromir lived! The strong and proud Gondorian searched the small globe with wonder and aversion until he was embraced by Faramir, his brother, then by Merry and Pippin, who were also overjoyed to have him back. None asked questions for the moment, but anticipated an explanation of his living presence in their gathering.

Also, Haldir was now among them after having been killed in battle at Rohan. His brother Rumil crushed him in an ardent hug, wiping tears of happiness from his pristine Elven face.

Aragorn joined in for hugs, first Boromir, then Haldir. Legolas followed suit, as did Gimli and Gandalf.

When everyone stood patiently waiting, Aragorn spoke to them as their king and their friend. "I do not know how this has happened, but I am filled with joy and love for you all. I see that we are alone here, we twelve. All of our Fellowship of the Ring is present as well as Faramir of Gondor and Haldir and Rumil of Lorien. We have yet to know why we are here and to what end we will come, but whatever it be, we are here and must make the best of it. Does any man, elf, dwarf or hobbit have any words to say?"

None had. There was an audible start when a sudden flash appeared before them and a tall, handsome stranger stood among them with an odd little smirk on his face.

"Who are you?" Aragorn demanded.

The tall man introduced himself to the company. "I am Hades, Happenin' god of the underworld, and you have been received in Limbo, where you will spend eternity. Eternity, as you probably know, is forever. Which means you may as well get used to it because there's nothing you can do about it."

"And why are we doomed here?" Aragorn asked. "On this...island."

"Not doomed, moron king. Blessed! You don't seem to understand the alternative. This is a blessing for you, but one that you will have to earn. King Aragorn, you are the only one of this number who has actually earned entry to dwell in this realm. The rest do not deserve this privilege for one miserable reason or another. They will have to pay for it by common service."

"What?" Aragorn could not believe what he was hearing. "Each of these is brave and valiant and has made noble sacrifices for the whole of middle earth! How can you say any of them are not deserving?"

"I'm sorry, but they'll have to serve you in order to stay here with you. And if you want to keep them here with you, you will have to comply with my rules."

"What rules do you speak of?"

"To remain in Limbo -- and you're right about it being an island -- each of these beings shall spend at least one night in each thirty in your bed giving you pleasure. With every coming together, your seed must be spent within the body of your bed-partner. There are eleven others, which will make it an uneven number, so if you want to give me one, I will take him and be along my way."

Aragorn stared at him in shock. "Who are you to make such a game of our lives? What arrogance gives you the right to voice such 'rules' to us?"

"Well, I'm Hades, King of the Underworld," Hades answered simply. "Arrogance notwithstanding, in case you haven't heard about it, my kingdom is Hell. You know of it?"

Aragorn stood open-mouthed.

"I take that as a yes." Hades said, then yawned.

Gandalf spoke up when no one else did. "Aragorn, he speaks the truth. This is the better of the two realms. I have seen the other, and it is no place for a kind soul."

"And you wish me to give up one of my friends to this place?" Aragorn said, angrily.

"That's your choice. You can keep them all as long as you abide by the rules."

There was much glancing around of general discomfort as all considered the mortifying rule. Hades repeated it with clarity. "Each of these, hobbits, men, elves, dwarf and wizard, shall have a night with you -- at least one in every thirty. If this is not done, I will take them and you will be left here in Limbo alone."

"Why is this the rule?" Aragorn asked.

"Because I said so," the god answered patiently.

"But why do you want this from us?"

"Because it amuses me. I just love to watch gay boys in action! Now, if we've quite settled this matter, I will be on my way back to Hell for the moment. The twelve of you have this day to discuss this, then you will give me your answer. If you feel that this task is too great -- if the count be too many -- I can take some of them off your hands. But be assured that they will be getting the same treatment from one far less gentle than yourself where they will be going."

Aragorn's face darkened. "Get away from me, you devil!"

"Ta ta!" With a short laugh, Hades waved and vanished.

"Shall we take a vote and see what we all think of these rules?" Gimli asked in annoyance after a few hours of uneasy pondering.

"No," Aragorn answered, unmoving from his seat. "No vote, Master Dwarf, this is my decision, and mine alone."

"Oh, is it now?" Boromir piped up belligerently. "I thought this was our fates we were discussing, not yours, 'King' Aragorn!"

"Yes, your fates, but my decision." Aragorn said with a long sigh. "And I say you will stay here with me, and I will do whatever it takes to ensure that."

"Then you'll follow his 'rules'," Haldir said without bias.

"Yes, I will."

"What if some of us will not agree? What if we refuse you?" Boromir proposed.

Aragorn raised his eyebrows. "You would rather spend eternity in Hell being raped by demons than take pleasures with me once a month? Am I so repulsive that you would choose a horrible fate over this one?"

Boromir faltered, as did the others. "Well, no, of course not."

"Then it is settled. We will do as he asks for your safety here."

The company fell into silence, gazing into the mid-distance. There were no words for this moment, none for the hour. They sat, and waited numbly to submit to their king.

Hades popped in for one minute to hear the good word and was delighted when he learned that his hostages had agreed to follow his rules. Clapping his hands, he left in a puff of smoke.

The settlement was made, and the company of Limbo's inhabitants found that a humble home had appeared for them in the center of the island with enough room for them all. As they sat in the comfortable living room waiting for Aragorn to make his first choice, there was a tension in the air that was flavored with trepidation.

A long stretch of time passed before the king stood, went to the bedroom prepared for him, then returned to glance earnestly at each of his friends. Finally, when everyone had begun to ache from ill breathing, he reached out his hand and said, "Frodo, come with me."

Sitting straight, the hobbit's lovely face was held in a mixture of fear and intrigue. He felt Sam's worried touch on his arm as he rose and hesitantly approached the waiting king. Taking the hand, he followed him, heart hammering. When he looked back at Sam, his enormous blue eyes were filled with tears.


Frodo studied his own hairy feet as the king's blue-gray eyes appraised him serenely. He had no idea what to say, what to do, or how to conduct himself. His face burned, his heart felt that it would burst from its thrashing about in his small chest. He shuddered unwillingly and wished he could wake from this fearful nightmare.

Or was it a dream-come-true? Deep in his heart, a whisper reminded him that he had often entertained fantasies of Aragorn. He had gazed upon his lips and wondered about the taste of his kiss and the touch of his hand upon his flesh. It had all seemed sordid before, an unreachable daydream, and now that it was offered to him, he was afraid. He wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.

"Frodo," The voice was soft. When the hobbit's crystal blue eyes rose to meet the king's, he was awed by the tenderness in them. "Are you afraid?"

It brought to mind their first meeting, when the fear was of a stranger in Bree. "Yes," he answered truthfully.

The kind king stretched out a hand to push curls back from his cheek. "Come sit in my lap and let me hold you."

Frodo moved slowly, encouraged by the man's quiet offer of love. Lifted onto the solid lap and held gently, he felt caresses on his head, his shoulder and his back. "Will you do this with everyone?" he asked through tears.

Aragorn bent to kiss the tears away, then kissed the rosy lips. "I will."

"For Sam, Merry and Pippin, too?"

"Of course. I love you all. I love each of them. Do you think I will give any of you to Hades for his own pleasure?"

Frodo's arms lifted and hugged his neck. "I love you, Aragorn. I love you with all my heart."

"And I love you, my sweet Frodo." Aragorn kissed him again, one hand on the back of his head, the other on his ribs. "You are precious to me, my little one."

"If you do as he asked, we hobbits may suffer greatly."

"He did not make specifications as to the manner in which I am to spend my seed except that it be within your body."

"My body has but one opening, and because I am much smaller than you, your entry into it would damage me." Frodo said shakily. "I would rather be damaged than in Hell, so do what you must. I will still love you, no matter how badly I am injured."

"Frodo, I will not injure you, my love. Listen to what I have to say." Aragorn turned him so they were face-to-face and rubbed noses with him intimately. "My love for you forbids my entry into you in this way. Could not taking my seed into your body also be done with your mouth? Would you be willing to do this for me?"

Frodo's look of revelation was mixed with relief. "Yes, I suppose it could, and yes, I would do this for you, my Lord Aragorn."

Aragorn smiled at him and kissed him again. "Then let me begin with your permission, to remove your clothing." His steady fingers began undoing ties and fasteners.

Frodo shivered with anticipation as the clothes were laid aside and he sat naked on the lap of King Aragorn. "I have never done this. Teach me what to do."

"I will show you," Aragorn said softly, and laid him back on the bed. And, with mastery like none Frodo had ever witnessed, the man descended on him and sucked the hobbit's small member into his mouth.

Frodo cried out involuntarily, stuffing the heel of his hand into his mouth to quiet himself. If the others had heard, they would think he was being raped and feel pity for him, when in fact, he was being indulged with more than he ever expected! He could not believe that Aragorn's sweet mouth was actually tightly around his erect member giving him such incredible pleasure! Frodo nearly swooned from the intensity as the man's hot mouth licked and sucked him to an explosive completion. He covered his own face with a pillow to muffle his screams as he came hard.

When it was over, the hobbit lay weak and shaking for a few minutes.

Aragorn removed the pillow from his face and hovered above him, calmly stroking his cheeks and whispering, "You are most precious to me, Frodo, my love, my sweet, sweet Frodo."

Frodo felt tears on his face again and thought the king probably considered him a sniveling sap, but he didn't care. The emotions were too raw, too open. His untrained heart was too affected by a love he had not expected. "I love you so much, Aragorn! Thank you for being kind to this worthless hobbit."

"Frodo, you are not worthless, my love. You are beautiful and wonderful. You are a treasure! You mean everything to me!"

Frodo hugged him passionately and cried against his neck.

"And I am not the only one who feels this way, my love. You know that Sam loves you unconditionally and that he would die for you. When I am with the others, I hope you and Sam will share your love much this way."

"I know Sam loves me, and I love him. He holds my heart in his hands, but he has never claimed it."

"Then claim his. He will be overjoyed."

Frodo smiled and kissed him, tasting his own seed. It was a new sensation and made him smile. "It is my turn, is it not? Will you allow me now to disrobe you and to give you pleasure?"

Aragorn sat up and held out his arms invitingly.

Frodo rose to his knees before him and began to unbutton his tunic, feeling more confident with each new peek of skin. As the stomach came into view, he bent to kiss it, then tugged open the breeches and slid his small hand inside to touch the large organ. It thrilled him to be this way with the king of Gondor. He felt the immensity of his emotions until his heart grew again to bursting.

Pulling away, he dragged in a hard breath and single-mindedly yanked at the folds of clothes until he had freed Aragorn's straining erection. "Lie down," he murmured. "Let me do this."

Obediently, Aragorn laid back and watched the hobbit's intent eyes on the object of his desire. Smiling, he cupped the dark curls in one hand and guided him to it, closing his eyes in utter ecstasy as the pink lips parted and took it into the moist depth.

Frodo could only take in about half the length, so Aragorn showed him how to take the other half in his two fists and work the entire shaft as he pumped his mouth up and down. The results were powerfully satisfying. It only took minutes until the king's seed was surging forth into the hobbit's willing mouth.

Mindful of his objective, Frodo swallowed convulsively, closing his eyes and savoring. He was safe, and he was blessed and profoundly marked by indelible love. His eyes that had long adored the king, now both adored and worshipped him.

After more kisses, they cuddled together and slept until the morning, dreaming sweet dreams.

Sam had been puzzled and a little resentful of Frodo's peacefulness since he had come from Aragorn's bedroom. The dreamy blue eyes that smiled at him with such contentment gave Sam slight unease, but he was pleased that Frodo leaned into his offered embrace as they sat on a couch along with Merry and Pippin. Sam pulled him close and whispered sweet comforts into his ear, reflecting his gentle smile when he turned towards him.

"It's all right, Sam. You'll see. We have nothing to worry about." Frodo tried to reassure.

The dark god of the Underworld appeared in a flash of flames that caused them all to jump.

Aragorn, who was piling logs into the fireplace, frowned at him. "What do you want here, Hades? Your 'rules' are being followed. Leave us, now, and return to Hell!"

"In due time, my dear King. Just to let you know, I'll be vacationing in the Bahamas this year, but I'll still be keeping track of what happens here! Your Frodo is now safe for thirty days. That was an impressive sexual performance last night, your Highness. Color me entertained!" Rubbing his palms together impishly, he asked, "So, who will be next?"

Aragorn sneered at him. "Sam is next!" he answered curtly.

Sam started. "Me?" His lower lip trembled, but he did not quail. "Yes, I am next!" he said, standing up to the carnal god. "Now, go to Hell, or to the Bahamas, or wherever, and leave us alone!"

Aragorn smiled at the hobbit. "My stout-hearted Sam," he said fondly. "Now, while the others are having breakfast, come with me. Let us make you safe."

Sam nodded uncertainly, but stood took hold of his hand. He glanced back defiantly at Hades, but when his eyes met Frodo's they went warm. He touched his fingertips to his lips and cast the kiss towards his beloved master. With conviction, he said, "Lead on, Lord Aragorn."


Aragorn knelt on the floor before the patient hobbit and said, "You have my honor and respect, Samwise Gamgee." He kissed his hand.

Sam was surprised. "And you have mine, King Aragorn, and my undying devotion."

Aragorn collected him into his arms and scattered light kisses on his face. "Frodo is essential to you, as you are to him, this I know, and this I will never hinder. You belong together. I will not come between you, but will perform this act only for your protection." He kissed the full lips, then drew back to look into the trusting brown eyes. "I love you both. I love you all. Never doubt that I do, but I will not claim either of you as mine alone, for you belong to each other."

"Who will you claim, then?" Sam asked.

"I can claim none because I have this duty to all."

"Why can't you have love that is yours alone?" Sam asked compassionately. "You should, even if you are beholden to us all in this treacherous game of Hades', at least one of our numbers should be yours and no one else's."

"You are a caring hobbit, Sam, and one who is endowed with greater than his share of love, logic and understanding. Is it any wonder why Frodo loves you so?" Aragorn ran tender fingers along his jaw.

Impulsively, Sam hugged him. "And no wonder we all love you so, my lord. What do you have in store for Samwise today, dear Strider?" Reverting to his former name gave him more familiarity but less courage.

"I will do for you exactly as I did for Frodo," Aragorn answered as he began to undress the hobbit. "Do not fear me. I will not harm you."

Sam nodded, blushing as his clothes were removed. "Do to me as you wish, Strider. I will do your will."

"My will is to keep you here with me, dear Sam." When Aragorn lifted him and laid him on the bed, he immediately sucked him in and began to pleasure him as he had done for Frodo.

Wide-eyed, Sam drew in a ragged breath and quivered beneath him. No words were uttered until after his hot release had been ejected and Aragorn rose up from him. Then the hobbit, with a look of complete awe, whispered, "I cannot believe you have done this for me! Aragorn, you are magnificent!"

"I love you, Sam," Aragorn said softly. He kissed his hand again, then his belly button. "You mean more to me than you will ever know."

Sam sat up and kissed him passionately on the lips, then busied his hands taking off Aragorn's clothes. "Is this what you wish from me, also? To do for you what you have done for me?"

"Yes, if you can," Aragorn answered, playing with his brown curls. "Can you do it?"

"I can, and I will." Sam answered, kissing him again. When he reached the king's organ, he deftly extracted it from the cloth and went down on it with voracity. It was obvious he was no stranger to the act, for he knew already how to perfectly perform. He sucked and stroked until the man was coming strongly, each drop devoured by the loving hobbit.

When it was done, Sam put his head on the king's chest and rested a while, then got up and began putting on his clothes again. "I love you," he murmured as he kissed him. "I know now why Frodo's eyes soften every time they light upon you. I, too, am now forever your servant."

"Just be my friend, Sam, and let me love you when the time comes." Aragorn rose and kissed him once more. "We should go and join the others for breakfast, now to restore our strength."

Sam graced him with a sweet smile as they finished dressing and opened the bedroom door.

Frodo's smile gave him heart when Sam sat beside him again. "Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, very much." Sam's smile was nearly as dreamy as Frodo's had been earlier.

"So, while he's taking care of the others, do you think you and I could practice what he has taught me?" Frodo asked shyly.

"Do you mean it? You want this with me - your servant?"

"Yes, Sam, I do." Frodo searched his face. "And you're not my servant in this reality. You have always been my best friend, Sam, and I have always loved you more than anyone. Never consider me your 'master' again, please. Do you want me in this way?"

Sam hugged him. "Of course I want it with you, Mr. Frodo! You should know that by now! I have been madly in love with you for years!"

"I love you, too, Sam, and always will," Frodo kissed his neck discreetly, but knew the others were watching them, especially Boromir, whose narrowed eyes seemed to disapprove. Nervously, he asked, "There are other bedrooms, are there not?"

"Yes, several, Frodo, but I am not the hobbit I once was. I need breakfast and time to replenish what Aragorn has taken from me." He grinned happily. "But when my poor old body is able again, we will go and discuss this in detail. I belong to you, my sweet Frodo."

"We belong to each other, Sam," Frodo chuckled and kissed his lips, not caring what anyone thought.

Nighttime came again to the dismay of the remaining nine who waited to see who would be chosen next. They had taken the afternoon at the bathing pool so all were fresh and ready, but anticipation grew as they all waited while Aragorn sat sipping his tea. The tall clock in the living room gonged eleven times, and their apprehension made their spirits clench.

Sam and Frodo had already gone to bed. Merry and Pippin sat between Gandalf and Gimli on the couch, and Rumil sat crunched between Haldir and Boromir on another.

Boromir sat grumbling at the passing of time and the lack of anything to occupy himself. In his restless irritation, he accidentally elbowed Rumil in the ribs. He turned apologetically, but when he looked into the elf's offended blue eyes, he sighed in annoyance and grumbled some more. Rumil slid closer to Haldir and was embraced protectively. Haldir shot Boromir a glare of contempt but said nothing.

Faramir sat beside Legolas on a small settee, and it was the young, newly appointed steward of Gondor upon whom Aragorn's eyes fell as he stood to ready himself for bed.

Faramir paled beneath his glance.

"Would you come with me, Faramir?" he invited, beckoning to him.

Faramir's audible gulp resounded in the room. He rose and proceeded on wobbly legs to the bedroom with his king.


"I owe you my life," Faramir began, but was quieted by a finger across his lips. Two sets of calm eyes gazed deeply as the older man ran skillful fingers through the hair of the younger.

"You owe me nothing but what you wish to give me," Aragorn whispered as he nipped gently at his ear. "Do not be frightened, my dear Faramir. If you give me but one kiss, I will be in your debt."

Faramir's unflustered faith in him was daunted only by his racing heartbeat and dilated pupils. Hesitantly, he leaned into the king for a kiss, and received one that took his breath away. As he struggled to fill his lungs, his hands came up to take Aragorn's head in his hands. "Never are you in my debt, my Lord, for I am yours to command."

Aragorn kissed him again, himself blazoned in passion by his breathlessness. "Do you know that I love you, Faramir, and that I would move heaven and earth to be keep you with me?"

Faramir clasped him with all his strength. "My king, I love you, and would die for you this moment if it was your will."

"It's not, nor will it ever be. You must live, my love, and be safe." Aragorn's fingers untangled themselves from his hair and slipped down his narrow back, continued on down the center seam of his breeches. He felt a tremble and touched his lips again to the other man's ear. "Is it fear that causes you to shake, or lust? How will you accept me?"

"I will accept you in any way you want," Faramir answered. "What can I do for you?"

Aragorn kissed him again, then pushed him to arm's length. "Take off your clothes, my love, as I undress before you. Lie on the bed and I will prepare you with oil."

He did not know what to expect, so Faramir was tense. When both were lying naked on the bed, Aragorn began with tender kisses on his eyes, cheeks, lips and throat. The shoulders were attended next, then the chest. The king nibbled delicately at one nipple, then the other, which caused the young lord to arch into his touch. Aragorn's hands were moving on to other regions, caressing the hips, thighs and downwards to the long, lean legs. Slipping beneath the knees, the touches tickled and tempted in the bends, which made the lovely young steward shiver with pleasure.

The lips moved to the stomach and kissed their way down towards the groin, finally skimming the impressive length as the fingers slid upward over the soft, firm sac. When the right hand gripped the base of his organ, the mouth took in the head, and Faramir gasped in disbelief.

He writhed on the bed as Aragorn's tongue teased him, then stiffened as an oil-slicked finger slipped deep inside him. The rhythm of mouth, hand and finger was uneven enough to make him buck into the wetness, and a second finger was added to stretch him. Faramir whimpered and closed his hands on the king's hair.

Aragorn continued what he was doing without worry of hair loss, and a third finger was entered into him, which forced his tight muscles to loosen. The oil gave him pliancy, and soon, he was ready. The king rose from his task, leaving him unsatisfied and needy. Settling himself between the steward's widespread legs, he set his well-oiled organ against his entrance and thrust slowly into him.

Faramir's mouth fell open in distress, but he clung to the king, his hands cupping his rear to pull him in deeper. "Do not take me gently," he begged, "Fast and hard will be my undoing, my king."

But Aragorn shook his head and paused above him for a lingering kiss. "I will not hurt you, Faramir. You will remember this without sorrow, without dread. I have love and reverence for you, and will give you this love as tenderly as I can."

Faramir hugged him to hide the tears that sprang to his eyes. "I have never been so overcome by love as I am this moment," he wept. "I am sorry, Lord Aragorn, for my weakness."

"What weakness?" Aragorn asked, pushing up from him. "The tears? These are no weakness, but a strength, my love." He kissed him and pushed into him carefully, watching his face. "You are strong and have much love in your heart, especially for one who has endured so much anger and wrath."

Faramir caressed his face as the strokes began slowly, then when the king showed signs of his peak, he arched his hips to meet him. "Give me your seed, my Lord. Hasten your measures and let me have it, I beg of you."

Aragorn gave several quick thrusts and spent his valuable seed inside him, which spread a delicious warm rush that caused Faramir's to spill between their bellies.

They lay still for a while afterwards, kissing, embracing and conversing softly before Aragorn went for a wet cloth to wash them. Climbing back into bed beside him, the king closed his eyes for another night.

"Faramir, you have not stopped smiling since you came from his bed," Boromir accused crossly. "Why do you smile, little brother?"

Faramir's mirthful blue eyes rose to meet his brother's, which were also blue but lacked mirth. "Because it was much more enjoyable than I expected. The king is very sweet and seductive in bed."

"Is this supposed to reassure me?" Boromir asked gruffly. "Sharing him is not a simple thing. There are still eight who have not had him, yet. Eight, whose souls hang in the balance."

"But you will have him, and you will see." Faramir sighed deeply and went to the cooking stove to help with their mid-morning meal.

Boromir scowled and went outside to gather wood for the fire.

When the meal was done and all had eaten, Aragorn looked over the eight who remained. His eyes settled on Gimli, the dwarf. "Gimli, you shall be my next companion," he said.

Gimli, who had just taken a sip of tea, sprayed it out ungracefully and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Me?"

"Yes, you," Aragorn answered, and made his way toward the bedroom again. He did not look back to see if the dwarf followed. He knew he would.


"Aragorn, you must understand that dwarves are not built the same as men, and..." Gimli's protests were silenced as the king hefted him gallantly onto the small chest at the foot of the bed.

"I will do nothing to harm you, my charming Gimli," Aragorn promised as he began carefully removing the dwarf's shirt. "I will show you, as I did the hobbits, that love can be done without intrusion."

"Love, Aragorn?"

"Yes, Gimli, love. I would do this in no other name. For this morning, you are mine, and I will love you with all my heart." Aragorn leaned to kiss his lips, smiling at the tickle of his thick red beard.

Gimli faltered at the kiss, but hugged him tightly. "Are you sure you do not utter these sweet words for the pity of an ugly dwarf? You know you mean everything to me, but I am not deluded, Aragorn. You are only with me because otherwise I would be damned to Hell. You, being the nobleman that you are, would never let that happen, no matter what degrading thing you had to do to stop it."

Aragorn was troubled by his shame. "Gimli, I love you," he said, gently running a hand down the long red braid on his back. "Please do not torment yourself, and do not torment me. We must do this, so be of good cheer and enjoy it. I will not lose you to that devil!"

Gimli backed away, wiping his eyes. "Very well," he said, "Because you mean so much to me, Aragorn. I don't have to tell you I love you. You know that I do."

The king kissed him again, this time letting it last a little longer. "Your kiss is sweet. Let us get undressed and I will show you what I can do for you, my loving Gimli."

The dwarf kissed him once more before letting him go. They took off their clothes and Aragorn led him to the bed for their mating. His hands caressed the solid, compact body that was covered with a fine dusting of red hair. He marveled at the defined muscles as his hand moved along the pectoral and abdominal regions. As he had done for Frodo and Sam, he went down on him and sucked his surprisingly large member until the stunned dwarf came violently in his mouth. Then, lying beside him, he touched him tenderly until Gimli was ready to return the token action.

The dwarf was not as practiced at the art as Sam had been, but he managed well, and was soon drinking the man's seed, which assured his stay on the island. Afterwards, they wasted an hour lying still, reminiscing about their long journey and battles together.

Peacefully, Aragorn played with the thick red hair as he gazed upon him. He was a favored king.