My Hope, My Eagle, My King

“Harry…” Aragorn trailed off, uncertain what to say to reassure his friend. “You are special. You could never be just another pretty face to warm his bed. Even if Legolas attempted to keep his distance, you have a way of worming into even the most closed-off hearts.”

Harry’s eyes met his, and the youth visibly faltered.

“Are you speaking from experience, Thorongil?” the young elf whispered quietly.

“I will not deny my affections,” Aragorn responded. “But I would never pressure you into reciprocating. I do not wish for this to make you uncomfortable around me.” (Excerpt from My Warriors, My Beloveds)

“And if I feel the same?” Harry questioned softly.

“Then I shall treasure your feelings and ask for your hand,” Aragorn replied.

“And what of my body?” the young elf asked shrewdly, trying to reassure himself that his friend was not just looking at him as a conquest.

“I would gladly lie in your bed, I will not insult you by denying that. But I would wait for however long you would have me,” Aragorn declared. “Your heart is that of a lion, Harry. You love fierce and true and forever, but not easy.
You are worth any wait.”

Harry placed the night clothes in his hand on the chair.

“And if I did not wish to wait? If I wanted you now? Would you still respect me and care for me? For any child that may be conceived of our union?” Harry asked as he stood to approach Aragorn.

He stopped a stride away from the taller man, tilting his head up to look into those deep grey eyes.

“I would treasure any child of our union. And you could not do anything to halt my respect or love for you,” Aragorn assured.

That was all Harry needed to hear. His hands when to the tie of his white robe, and he slipped it from his shoulders.

“Then I wish you to love my body as you treasure my heart,” Harry whispered as the robe fell to the floor, blushing as Aragorn’s eyes raked over his naked form.

Harry’s hair, still wet from the bath, dripped water onto his shoulders. He shivered as a droplet ran down his chest and over his nipple, Aragorn’s eyes trailing fire in its path.

As the man stepped forward to touch him, Harry stepped back with a sly smile.

They continued their strange dance until the back of Harry’s legs hit Aragorn’s bed.

“Are you not going to disrobe as well?” Harry purred, a blush heating his cheeks at his daring. He sat on the bed, scooting himself backwards and then laying down to display himself to his future lover.

“You are so beautiful,” Aragorn whispered reverently as he began to discard his own clothes. The sight of Harry spread out on his bed, waiting for his touch, was too much for words.

Harry looked away from Aragorn’s intense gaze.

“You do not have to flatter me so,” he whispered. “I am in your bed either way.”

“It is not flattery,” Aragorn assured, disbelieving that Harry could not see the truth of his own beauty. “It is nothing but the truth.”

Harry looked at him uncertainly.

“It is no matter,” the grey-eyed man whispered slyly with a smile. “I shall just have to tell you of your beauty over and over again until you believe me. And if my words do not convince you, perhaps my body will be more successful.”

Harry’s eyes widened as Aragorn finally removed his pants.

“I…I have never…” the elf tried to explain.

“I know,” Aragorn responded softly. “I will go slow and do my best not to hurt you. You are very petite, little one.”

“And you are a large brute,” Harry claimed with a small smile. “And I am not little.”

“I am not a brute with you. Never with you,” his lover swore as he knelt on the bed.

Harry closed his eyes as Aragorn covered his body with his own larger one. The man braced his arms on either side of Harry’s head, careful not to put too much weight on the tiny elf.

“I love you,” Aragorn admitted. “More than I thought I could ever love anyone.
We have known each other for little over a fortnight, but I cannot imagine the rest of my life without you in it.”

“I do not know what love is,” Harry admitted with a frown. “But I feel comfortable with you as with no other. I feel butterflies in my stomach every time you look at me, and you make me smile more than any other. My virginity is yours, my body is yours to do with as you wish, for as long as you wish. And I give you as much of my heart as I am able.”

“I will want you forever,” Aragorn swore. “I will love you forever.”

And with that declaration, he leant forward to give Harry his first kiss.

Their first kiss as lovers.

At first it was soft and sweet and tentative. But as their naked bodies rubbed together, both felt their passion rise. Aragorn’s tongue swept the seam of his younger lover’s lips, and Harry opened up hesitantly. Their tongues engaged in an ancient dance, one in which their bodies would soon follow.

Aragorn pulled away softly after a few minutes. His grey eyes locked with Harry’s sparkling emeralds as he softly stroked his companion’s face.

“Do not be afraid,” he whispered. “I will do nothing to hurt you. You may stop me at any time.”

“I won’t,” Harry declared.

He fisted his hands in Aragorn’s dark hair and brought his lover’s lips down
to his own.

“Let me worship you,” Aragorn whispered seductively into Harry’s wide emerald eyes.

His young lover simply nodded, submissively laying back and letting Aragorn do with his body as he would.

“You are so beautiful,” Aragorn repeated as he trailed kisses down Harry’s neck. He bit gently where the neck met shoulders, and Harry rewarded him with a gasp and a buck of his hips.

“Oh, please!” his emerald-eyed elf whispered, not knowing quite what he was asking for.
Aragorn simply gifted him with a smirk and continued his explorations.

Harry’s chest was smooth and pale, and Aragorn sucked and nibbled at both perky pink nipples in turn. After a while, Aragorn could tell his young lover was too sensitive as he pulled at Aragorn’s hair, not sure whether to pull him closer or push him away.

So Aragorn continued his journey, kissing down his lover’s slim abdomen, paying special attention to the area right below his ribs.

“You are killing me,” Harry panted as he squirmed under his lover’s skillful tongue.

“Not quite yet, little one,” Aragorn replied as he trailed his lips to Harry’s hip.

“Will you…will you kiss me there?” Harry asked with a whimper and a buck of his hips. “It aches.”

“Do not worry. I will take care of you,” Aragorn whispered as he brought his lips ever closer to his goal.

Harry smelled clean and sweet, just out of the bath. Aragorn smiled, as that figured nicely into his plans.

He licked a stripe up his lover’s erection, stopping at the tip to suck the head into his mouth.

“Oh. Oh my gods,” Harry called out, his hands once again going to Aragorn’s hair. His lover gently licked under his foreskin, and a fire burned deep in his belly.

“I’m…I’m going to…” Harry whispered, but Aragorn pulled back.

“Not quite yet, love. We are just getting started,” he teased.

“I cannot take any more. Please, please,” Harry begged.

Aragorn did not reply, he just grabbed a jar of cream used for sore muscles from the nightstand drawer. He was glad for once that Harry was sore from riding his horse – it brought them the cream and would disguise Harry’s soreness from other activities tomorrow morning.

He trailed his hands down Harry’s slim thighs, spreading his lover’s legs further and bending them at the knees.

“Hold yourself open for me, lovely,” he whispered sensually against the tip of Harry’s erection. His young lover had no choice but to obey.

Aragorn swallowed his erection whole one more time before releasing him quickly. Then he licked down to his balls, rolling each one in his mouth, claiming every part of his young love’s body as Harry tried hard to remain in position.

As Aragorn trailed his mouth lower, Harry started.

“What..?” he began to ask, then was cut off my the most unique sensation.
Aragorn licked once, broadly, from Harry’s tailbone to his perineum. His young lover tried to force his hips closer, so Aragorn grabbed him by the hips and forcefully pushed him back to the bed.

“Don’t be naughty,” he whispered, spreading Harry wider. “Oh! What do we have here?”

“My mark,” Harry whispered.

“The Valar marked you in a place that no one but me will ever see again,” Aragorn declared possessively, gazing upon the pale orchid delicately framing Harry’s hole.

“No one but you has ever seen it in this way,” Harry whimpered as Aragorn blew gently upon his hole, making him shiver prettily.

“You are winking at me,” Aragorn told his lover lasciviously before leaning in for another taste.

“Mmm,” Harry responded, lost in sensation as that strong tongue pierced his virgin hole. It went deep, plundering his depths and claiming him as Aragorn’s.

A slick finger soon join that tongue, and Harry nearly shot off the bed as it hit something deep inside him, shooting sparks of pleasure throughout his body.

“So beautiful,” Aragorn whispered as Harry pushed himself down on his finger, fucking himself.

The man could not decide whether to watch Harry’s delicate features screwed up in pleasure or his sweet hole sucking his finger in greedily. So he added another just to watch Harry’s body fight to accept it.

“Please, more,” Harry whimpered, head thrashing to and fro.

“More?” Aragorn asked wickedly as he gently stretched his young lover. “Another finger and then you’ll be ready. I’ll be able to just slip right inside you, and your hole will grasp my cock just as greedily as it is my fingers right now.”

Aragorn slipped a third finger in as he continued talking, working Harry up to a feverish pitch.

“C’mon, love, fuck yourself on my fingers. That’s it. Does it feel good? I just want you to feel good. You look so beautiful like this,with me inside you, getting pleasure from my body. Are you ready love?” Aragorn asked as he slid his body up to cover his young lover.

“I…I think so,” Harry replied, hesitant as he caught sight of Aragorn’s large erection, but so turned on he would do anything for release.

“Slick me up, little one,” Aragorn commanded as he continued working his fingers in Harry’s hole. His young lover dipped his fingers in the cream, and reached for the erection between his legs.

“You’re so much bigger than me,” Harry said in awe and a little fear as he slicked his lover’s cock.

“You’re ready,” Aragorn reassured. “But let me know if it hurts too much, and I will stop.”

It burned as it entered him, stretching him further than Aragorn’s three fingers. His lover rocked slowly, gently, letting him get used to the intrusion.

“I’m almost there, love, almost all the way in your beautiful little body. You’re so good, so beautiful,” Aragorn whispered reverently as he gazed into Harry’s wide emerald eyes and fully sheathed himself into his lover’s no longer virginal hole.

“Oh, give me a moment,” Harry pleaded as his body struggled to accept the intrusion. No matter how much he had been stretched, Aragorn was a lot larger than him.

His lover waited patiently, witholding his own pleasure to avoid causing Harry pain. He trailed a hand across Harry’s chest, gently rubbing and pinching his sensitive nipples in turn to distract him from the pain.

“R-ready,” Harry shakily.

Aragorn nodded, reaching for Harry’s hands and gripping them softly. He raised them above his lover’s head, pinning them there with his own.

Then he started to rock. Tentatively at first, adjusting to different angles until he once again hit that spot deep inside Harry.

“Oh!” his lover moaned, eyes fluttering and head thrown back.

“That’s it, love, clamp down on me,” Aragorn encouraged as he began to pinion his hips faster and faster. “You’re so beautiful, so beautiful like this.
Pinned by my hands and my cock and my body, writhing underneath me in pleasure. I want you to come like this, just like this. Your ass on my cock and my name on your lips.”

“Aragorn,” Harry called, giving his experienced lover what he wanted.

Emerald met silver for a split second, and then Harry began to shiver as his cock spurted long and hard against his lover’s belly. Aragorn kept pumping his hips through Harry’s orgasm, managing to restrain his own until his lover was done.

“Ready love?” Aragorn whispered, pumping harder and harder into his love’s sensitive channel as it spasmed tightly around him.

“I love you,” Harry said seriously, looking once more into Aragorn’s deep grey eyes.

It was all Aragorn needed to spill deeply into his lover’s tight body, filling
Harry’s channel with his seed.

Aragorn pulled out of his young lover once his passion cooled and his heart stopped racing. He rolled onto his back, pulling Harry up to cuddle on his broad chest. He covered their lower halves with the heavy blanket.

“Was it…was I..?” Harry trailed off hesitantly as he softly stroked his delicate fingers over Aragorn’s defined pectoral muscles.

“You were amazing,” Aragorn reassured as his strong hand caught Harry’s smaller one and brought it to his lips. He softly and reverently kissed each finger in turn, starting with his pinky and ending his with his thumb.

Harry, mesmerized by Aragorn’s actions, slowly stroked his thumb over his new lover’s bottom lip. Aragorn opened his mouth to gently suck the appendage in, his tongue worshipping Harry’s thumb as it had a certain body part not too long ago.

Harry blushed fiercely as his body once again reacted to Aragorn’s attentions.

“You are making me want you again,” he admitted with a whimper.

“Then that makes us even, little one,” Aragorn responded. “For you only need to look at me and I want you.”

“I do not know if I can…” Harry said hesitantly as he shifted, a twinge going up his back from their place of joining.

“Did I hurt you?” Aragorn asked with a frown, concerned that he had been too rough with his inexperienced lover.

“You were perfect,” Harry replied with a blush. “But I am still a bit sore.”

“That is only natural for your first time,” the larger man said with a smile. “If you want, you can be on top next time.”

Harry looked at Aragorn in surprise.

“You would let me…?” he trailed off with a blush.

“If that was what you wished,” Aragon affirmed. “I could not deny you anything.”

“Could we just…with our mouths?” Harry asked as his thumb once again stroked over Aragorn’s bottom lip. His blushed at his own daring and burrowed his face into the crook of Aragorn’s neck.

“If that is what you wish,” his pillow rumbled with a smile. “Did I not just say that I could not deny you?”

With that, Aragorn flipped Harry onto his back. He smirked sexily up at his smaller companion as he kissed his way down Harry’s pale body and disappeared under the blanket.

“Oh!” Harry called out as his experienced lover once again worshipped his body.

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Aragorn woke up as light filtered into the room. He smiled fondly at the head of messy black hair resting trustingly on his chest. His hand rose to stroke through the soft tresses as he contemplated just how quickly his life changed.

Just over a fortnight ago, he had been uselessly pining after Arwen of Rivendell. But Harry had immediately attracted him from that first night in King Thengel’s court. His dreams that night had still contained pale skin, green eyes, and pointed ears, but Harry had replaced Arwen in his fantasies.

And his personality clicked with Harry as it had not with any before. They lightly teased and bantered back and forth, and Harry made him deliriously happy.

Not to mention that their lovemaking was amazing. Harry was fiercely passionate and enthusiastic, despite his innocence.

Harry also helped ease the burdens of his secret, though he did not yet know that Thorongil, Eagle of the Star, was in fact Isuldur’s heir, Aragorn II. Aragorn would tell him the truth this morning, and hope that it did not change things between them. But Harry did not seem overly impressed with either King Thengel of Rohan or King Thranduil of Mirkwood, so Aragorn believed his heritage would not change anything.

If anything, Harry would simply be upset that Aragorn lied to him. But Aragorn was convinced that his young lover would forgive him, and they could soon be hand fasted and start a family. Aragorn would have to bring him to Rivendell to introduce him to his mother and Lord Elrond, his foster father.

Hopefully Elladan and Elrohir would keep their distance, those mischievous twins.

But for now, Aragorn would simply watch over Harry as he slept. It was barely dawn, and neither had anything of import to do for the day. King Thengel had told Aragorn to take a few days rest in Northern Mirkwood before returning to Rohan, so Aragorn could enjoy a few hours just listening to Harry breathe and watching the light play across his beautiful features.

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A few hours later, Harry’s eyes fluttered open. His emeralds immediately sought Aragorn, and a soft smile crossed his delicate features as he raised a hand to caress his lover’s cheek.

“The Valar sent me a dream,” Harry admitted softly.

“Oh?” Aragorn inquired.

“I conceived last night, but our son shall not grow until his father is king of both Gondor and Arnor, as is his due as Isuldur’s heir,” Harry admit, his eyes searching Aragorn’s deep grey for the truth.

“I was going to tell you everything this morning,” Aragorn said pleadingly. “I do not wish for this to change things between us.”

“It changes nothing between us. Our union is blessed by the gods. My womb shall be frozen in time as a gift from the Valar, as any child of our union is in too much danger until you assume your rightful place on the throne. The defeat of Sauron and the destruction of the One Ring shall signal a new age, and our son will be a symbol of that age,” Harry whispered dreamily, as he got lost of his visions.

“I did not know you had the gift of foresight,” was all Aragorn could think to say.

“Only when I dream, my Hope, my Eagle, my King,” Harry said breathily as he came back to the real world. “As I said, it is a gift from the Valar. When they are pleased with me, I am rewarded. And our son shall be your reward once you finish the task that lies ahead.”

“Will you pledge yourself to me?” Aragorn asked.
Harry smiled softly at him.

“I shall wait for you in Rivendell. Despite what Galdalf the Grey may wish, it is not my place to fight alongside you in this war. My heart shall wait for you in love and fidelity until you complete your quest and ascend the throne,” Harry swore.

“And my heart shall wait for you in love and fidelity until my quest is completely,” Aragorn returned. “What of the elves?”

“I belong to you now, vows or no vows. I will accept the Gift of Men when it is time,” Harry told him. “Not even my great-grandfather can force me to marry against the will of the Valar.”

“Your great-grandfather?” Aragorn questioned, because as far as he knew Harry did not know the identity of his elven family.

“Lord Elrond of Rivendell. His son Elladan is my grandfather*. The Valar revealed this to me as I am to join them in Imladris until the new age dawns,” Harry responded with a smile.

Aragorn blinked, surprised at this new information.

“We are very distantly related,” was all he could think to say.

Harry’s tinkling laughter filled the room.

They spent the rest of the morning planning the future in between bouts of passionate love-making. It would be a while until they could be together so freely, and both lovers wished to enjoy the time they had until it passed.

After all, it would be one day short of fifty years until the destruction of the One Ring in the fires of Mount Doom. Until then, Eldarion Telcontar would rest in the frozen womb of the son of James, as Harry waited patiently in Rivendell with his elvish family for his Hope, his Eagle until Aragorn became his King.

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*This is an AU of My Warriors, My Beloveds. Elladan will probably not be Harry’s grandfather in that fic, but it was a convenient reason for Harry to wait patiently in Rivendell until the events of the LoTR come to pass.

**Go check out My Warriors, My Beloveds. That fic is going to be a lot longer and more complicated than this one, and I am still uncertain whether it will be a Legolas/Harry or Aragorn/Harry.