FIC: ECHO OF THE GLADDEN FIELDS 20/? 
 
Author: Lily Baggins 
 
PAIRINGS: Frodo/Aragorn 
 
RATING: NC-17 Sex.  
 
Disclaimers. The usual. I make no money off of this and do not own  
these characters, much to my chagrin. They belong to Tolkien  
Enterprises and New Line Productions, and I only give them  
interesting---and usually unpleasant---ways to spend their time.  
 
As usual, I'm messing with canon and taking some mighty creative  
license. Things happen here that definitely did NOT happen in the  
book or the movie--- I'm sure Tolkien would lock me up in Barad-dur  
and throw away the key if he read this. 
 
Feedback: Sure. Archiving: Iffin you wanna.  
 
*** 
 
"Oh, little one . . I cannot think of anything I want more."  
Reaching down, the ranger cupped the hobbit's face between his hands  
and tenderly kissed the full mouth, the cheeks, the fragile eyelids,  
before entangling his hands in Frodo's curly locks and nuzzling the  
delicate pointed ears and jaw.  
 
 
He then pressed the full length of his body to the hobbit's, moving  
his hands down to squeeze the satiny smooth globes of Frodo's  
buttocks as he bent and sucked on a rosy nipple. He paused only to  
glance up at Frodo's head---the hobbit's neck arched in pleasure--- 
before trailing his lips down the hobbit's midsection, lavishing  
sucking kisses on his belly and following the fine hair there.  
 
 
Aragorn was just about to turn attention to the hobbit's rosy-tipped  
penis when Frodo went very still. Stopping a moment, the ranger  
looked up to see wide blue eyes regarding him.  
 
 
"Aragorn, what if Gollum is about, watching us?" 
 
 
The ranger raised an eyebrow. "Then I suppose, little one, that he  
will get quite an eyeful, won't he?" 
 
 
The hobbit giggled, his laughter interrupted suddenly by his own loud  
gasp as Aragorn slid off him and spread Frodo's legs apart. The  
ranger stroked the inside of a pale thigh, planting kisses on Frodo's  
knee and working his way closer to the tender area of the hobbit's  
groin.  
 
 
When Aragorn reached the middle he bent to lick the head of the  
hobbit's pink shaft, dewy with spring water and need. Frodo grunted,  
arching upward as he clasped Aragorn's ears and neck, clenching and  
unclenching his fingers. Still the ranger went on, circling Frodo's  
arousal with his tongue while his thumb and forefinger gently  
stroked.  
 
 
Just when the gasps were coming very close, Aragorn moved away and  
continued his "treatment" on Frodo's other leg, starting at the knee,  
as the hobbit made small noises, his lips quivering and his face  
beaded with sweat.  
 
 
Unfortunately, Aragorn soon hit a rather ticklish spot just inside  
Frodo's thigh and the hobbit squealed.  
 
 
"Aragorn, no . . . stop . . ." he gasped, laughing and squirming. But  
this seemed to spur Aragorn to continue with renewed vigor. Wriggling  
even more, Frodo reached out with his good hand and splashed water  
into the ranger's face.  
 
 
"You . . ." Feigning irritation, Aragorn scooped up handfuls of water  
and doused the hobbit's head. Chuckling, Frodo turned over to avoid  
water in his eyes and Aragorn grabbed him in a light tackle. Together  
they rolled over on the blanket until Frodo was on top, lying on  
Aragorn's chest and staring at the ranger with mischievous wide blue  
eyes.  
 
 
Aragorn reached up to stroke the hobbit's face and reached for his  
injured arm, making sure he hadn't caused any damage. "I'm sorry,  
little one . . . I hope I didn't hurt you . . ." 
 
 
"No, on the contrary . . . I'm not that fragile---you should have  
seen some of the terrible stunts Merry pulled on me when we were  
tweenagers . . . there was that time he tied me to an apple  
tree . . . we're rather flexible, we hobbits." 
 
 
"I intend to find out," Aragorn murmured as he reached up to kiss  
Frodo again. But the hobbit pulled away and scooted down to trail wet  
kisses along the ranger's chest, sucking one nipple lightly, his  
small uninjured hand reaching around to knead the taut flesh of  
Aragorn's buttocks. At this the ranger grunted, grimacing as his  
member became even harder, if such a thing was indeed possible. 
 
 
Paying no heed to the sound effects Frodo sucked the other nipple,  
this time rather firmly, as the ranger clutched Frodo's shoulders.  
Ignoring him, the hobbit continued downward, licking water off  
Aragorn's belly and continuing to lavish kisses down to the dark  
crop of hair at the apex of the man's legs.  
 
 
He moved off Aragorn then, trailing his hands slowly along the man's  
thighs to part them. Settling down between the ranger's legs, Frodo  
stared with wide-eyed wonder at Aragorn's large, fully erect  
glistening penis. Tentatively he grasped the member with one hand--- 
indeed, as he had feared, his small hand would not fully go around  
it. Aragorn, trembling, heard the hobbit's voice carry to him.  
 
 
"If I use my mouth, Aragorn, you will not dive into the water again,  
will you?" 
 
 
The ranger, too far gone to even scowl at the hobbit, simply closed  
his eyes and took a deep breath, shaking his head swiftly. "No . . ."  
were the only words he could manage as he felt a wet mouth settle on  
the tip of his erection. He groaned---quite loudly enough, he was  
certain, for the others back at camp to hear.  
 
 
The rosebud lips continued their ministrations as Frodo's tongue  
teased Aragorn's member, taking more of the head in and sucking  
gently. The next thing Aragorn knew, Frodo's fingers had moved off  
his thigh to gently cup his scrotum, squeezing, and the ranger fairly  
bucked.  
 
 
"Frodo . . . no more. I . . . can't take any more---my control is  
gone. I need to . . . " 
 
 
"Yes, Aragorn . . . I am ready," Frodo whispered. "I want you inside  
of me."  
 
 
Breathing heavily, Aragorn grunted assent, his head spinning at the  
thought of what they were about to do. He grasped Frodo by the  
shoulders, pulling him up and squeezing him tightly before rolling  
them over so that the hobbit lay beneath him.  
 
 
Gently Aragorn pushed Frodo's knees up and apart, spreading his legs  
widely, his eyes staring at the hobbit's pale marble backside before  
him. Before him, Frodo lay panting, his eyes shining with need and  
anticipation. 
 
 
The ranger was nothing if not prepared---he reached into his pack  
nearby and deftly removed the small vial of linseed oil. He coated  
his hands well with it before gently separating Frodo's buttocks with  
his fingers and applying the oil to the small puckered opening in the  
hobbit's cleft.  
 
 
 
The hobbit writhed in pleasure as Aragorn carefully inserted a  
finger. Certain that he was causing no pain, the ranger added a  
second finger, going as far as he could until he hit the tiny hard  
gland deep inside the hobbit. He was rewarded with a tiny gasp of  
pleasure.  
 
 
"Elbereth, Aragorn . . . I want to feel you inside of me," Frodo  
begged. "Now, please." 
 
 
Aragorn, barely able now to keep himself from plunging into the  
hobbit and taking him fiercely, added a third finger to the others,  
stretching carefully. Frodo grimaced in pain and Aragorn paused, then  
resumed until he heard Frodo groan and felt the tight muscles relax.  
 
 
Supporting himself on his knees over the hobbit, Aragorn liberally  
applied the oil to his aching member and touched it to Frodo's  
opening.  
 
 
*Too late to turn back now,* Aragorn's mind whispered. *Control  
yourself.* He was a bit afraid he would lose himself in the moment--- 
having desired this for so long---and go too fast, hurting Frodo. And  
he wanted this to be a tender experience for the hobbit. 
 
 
"Ready, Frodo?" he asked softly.  
 
 
The hobbit merely nodded an assent.  
 
 
Gently Aragorn inserted the tip of his penis and pushed in just a bit  
as Frodo jerked with a grunt and rose to meet him. "Aragorn . . . ,"  
Frodo began as he arched his neck and threw his head back, eyes  
closed.  
 
 
Pushing in a bit more and sighing at the sensation, Aragorn covered  
Frodo's trembling body with his own. The hobbit's face was coated  
with sweat---even his eyelashes seemed to be dewy---and the ranger  
smoothed the dark wet hair back from Frodo's forehead as the hobbit  
continued to arch his neck and clench his teeth, moaning softly with  
the pain of it. His small hands---even his injured one---were white- 
knuckled where they tightly gripped Aragorn's back.  
 
 
"Frodo, I don't want to hurt you," the ranger told him as he inched  
in a bit more, wondering that he still had any self-control left. The  
heat and tightness of the hobbit's body was nearly unbearable, the  
muscles clenching Aragorn's thick penis firmly.  
 
 
"No," Frodo whimpered. "No . . . just . . . hold me as you go." He  
laughed softly, then gasped as Aragorn slipped in further. "Or I'll  
go back to my side of the pool."  
 
 
The ranger smiled, his own body soaked with perspiration as he  
covered Frodo's quivering lips with his own and reached between them  
to firmly enclose the hobbit's erection in his hand. Frodo's lips  
stopped moving beneath his to moan at the touch, and inching his  
penis in further, Aragorn could feel he was almost there.  
 
 
"Easy, little one . . . relax and take a deep breath."  
 
 
Frodo lowered his eyes to gaze at the ranger.  
 
 
"Do it, Frodo. One deep breath."  
 
 
Frodo obeyed, drawing in a deep breath. At the same moment Aragorn  
slid himself in fully and the hobbit released the breath, crying out  
briefly as he felt himself fully stretched and filled. But just as  
soon, the ranger's member hit Frodo's sensitive area deep inside, and  
the hobbit's eyes flew open in surprise even as his mouth formed  
an "O."  
 
 
"Aragorn . . . that feels . . . unbelievable. I didn't know it  
could . . . feel this good. Move, Aragorn . . . inside me."  
 
 
Sunk as far as he could go into Frodo's slick heat, the ranger gladly  
obeyed, tentatively at first, gently withdrawing and then thrusting,  
biting his lip at the unendurable ecstasy he was experiencing.  
Beneath him Frodo's head was thrown back on the ground, his breath  
coming in quick gasps as he moaned and thrust his hips up to meet the  
ranger. When it was obvious Frodo was experiencing only pleasure,  
Aragorn let himself go a bit more, pumping vigorously as his oiled  
hand steadily stroked Frodo's penis.  
 
"Aragorn . . ." Frodo's voice was high with sexual delirium as he  
felt the ranger's hot length hitting him hard inside and the large  
hand pleasuring his member. Trembling, he clutched Aragorn more  
tightly and buried his small face in the man's warm chest to muffle  
his moans.  
 
 
Soon, their gasps came in cadence with one another and Frodo felt  
himself going over the edge. Aragorn's fingers firmly grasped Frodo's  
member one more time before the hobbit opened his mouth wide and  
cried out Aragorn's name loudly against the ranger's chest. The cry  
turned into a deep groan as Frodo shook violently and climaxed,  
throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. Between them,  
Aragorn felt the hobbit's warm seed spill out over his hand.  
 
 
Aragorn was not far behind. Still pumping, he leaned down to kiss  
Frodo's vulnerable neck as he felt himself heading toward the sweet  
bliss of release. Then, as he felt a groan forming in his throat and  
the sensations became almost too much to bear, he crushed Frodo to  
him and buried his face in the hobbit's hair.  
 
 
The waves of pleasure rolled one upon the other until at last,  
Aragorn felt himself reaching the crescendo. He clenched his teeth to  
hold back a growl as he pumped one last time---and it was enough.  
Unable to stop himself, Aragorn let loose a gutteral cry and came,  
shuddering, his seed filling the hobbit with an intensity Aragorn had  
only previously felt once or twice in his lifetime.  
 
 
Taking in large lungfuls of air, the ranger collapsed atop Frodo, and  
hobbit and man lay clutching each other for long minutes with tears  
of joy in their eyes, their bodies wet with sweat and spring water.  
 
To be continued