Chieftain || Ranger || King

Aragorn II, Chieftain of the Dúnedain King of the Reunited Kingdom. { indie rp account for Aragorn from LOTR. Rebooted after time away, still getting back into the swing! }

[aoife1108]

The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings → Parallels

[regnumverus]

Strider’s absence was acknowledged and tolerated. The man was free to leave, Thranduil not afraid that he might not return. And if, such was Aragorn’s choice. He did have a destiny after all, fate was an urgent call and louder than an elvenking’s warm bed. He still prefers to merely know where Aragorn was going and as the assigned guard admits his loss of the trail, the King gives a sound of disappointment.

His day of return did not seem any different than the other two days before. At first Thranduil halted in his step as he saw the gifts next to the man that was already so welcome in his private chambers, that his sudden return seemed more like the sun shining again, the clouds wandering again and the rain falling again. Everything was the way it should be - aside from those presents.

Soft lips are parted in question, but nothing is inquired yet. Instead the elvenking’s gaze fixated Aragorn as he walks over to the table. The flower is the first sight that captivates his senses that only now allow themselves to be distracted from his returned lover. A rare blossom of great beauty. “You have set out to find it.” the king remarks, fingers brushing over the smooth petals, the colours vibrant.

Next, the carved box. The Tengwar is flawless. If Aragorn had a skill, it was the ability to absorb elven culture and use it as his own in such an eloquent way, no one would dare question why this mortal has the audacity to live the way of the eternally blessed. Thranduil has long stopped exchanging words of affection, often heated, sometimes chaste, in westron. Instead those words were commanded, whispered or shouted in Sindarin, Aragorn always focused and responsive.

The king smiles at the written words, azulines dart to the man who seems to evade his gaze. They hold nothing but warmth, more springs than icy lakes. Aragorn would not have to shy away from them, though perhaps this was exactly what he shunned. The king’s affection was something Strider did not deem himself worthy to receive. But Thranduil never gifted gentleness where it was not deserved.

The box is opened and the little pearl revealed. Another little gem strider had sought. It explains his state of dishevelement, more than usual. And still he does not dare meet the king’s eyes that admire the little, pristine pearl and then the man who had gifted it. Carefully, the box is closed and set back on the table, then strong arms envelope the battered and surely exhausted ranger. It dawns on Thranduil, why Aragorn did all this for him. What day today was. A mortal holiday he cared little for, but Aragorn did greatly and so he will enjoy this day with his dedicated mortal.

"Look at me." It is spoken gently, but an order nontheless. The man obeys. Ringed fingers grasp the chin covered with the stubble Thranduil loves to feel graze against his skin and he gifted him a slow but demanding kiss, pleased to find strider give in to him and part his lips along with Thranduil’s. "Your gifts are beyond lovely. I thank you."

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        Nothing can quite describe the nerves that flit around the Ranger's gut when Thranduil walks in the roon, and his gaze stays down and away because he knew full well that accepting his birth right would enable him to bathe Thranduil in everything he deserved. And yet such jewels and gifts would not be from the heart likes these were. He waits with bated breath as Thranduil examines each gift in turn and there's a flurry in his heart when the King spots the words of kind adoration engraved on the pots. Words Strider didn't feel he deserved to say and usually only slipped out when they were in the throes of passion. But his shyness did not take away from how deeply he meant each and every word.

        The hug is a welcomed surprised and Strider takes a few moments to enjoy the warmth he had sorely missed in the past few days, his own coming to grip tight around the Elf's waist and just take a few moments to embrace his love before finally tilting his head up at the order. The look in the King's eyes in unexpected, not that he expected Thranduil to dislike the gifts, more that they weren't his taste. The kiss swept all those worries and doubts away and he let out an exhausted but pleased moan against the King's lips. "I am glad they please you," he murmurs, fingers curling lightly into the other's robes and letting his lips part, allowing the King free roam over that which he desires to claim.

[regnumverus]

He found that no amount of bed mates could have prepared him for this. There was no shame when his legs were parted so obscenely and he met strider’s intrusive gaze courageous. But there was a certain feeling of appreciation. Despite the crude actions, Thranduil felt like he was a precious gem in the ranger’s hands, handled so carefully as if he was made of glass and not the one physically superior. Handled like he might shatter into many sharp pieces the moment Aragorn was too harsh and Thranduil noticed, perhaps he might.

What he expects of this night, he forgot, he perhaps never even knew it. It had been no piece of a masterplan. It simply happened and both had welcomed it even if Aragorn had required a little coaxing. In the man’s eyes, the elvenking can read his need, perhaps even gratefulness. Now he needed not cage his desires like he always did. He can let them run freely, Thranduil offered him that. Salvation.

"I see you enjoy the view." Thranduil had found both his deep voice and a faint smirk. Just as Aragorn was studying him, he too eyed the man thoroughly. Unlike the other, the elf remembered every single moment of the last night, but he still relished in the sight of the ranger’s engorged need. It was beyond flattering to stir a man who seemed so balanced in all he did, tranquil, unshakeable. Now, Aragorn seemed anything but and the king brushed a finger over the tip of the man’s length, yearning to taste his desire.

As he licked the essence off his finger, his own shaft was rivaling the man’s, just as needy and hard. It tasted bitter and inviting, in fact so inviting that Thranduil changed their positions, using powerful thighs to pin Aragorn down. He kissed and nipped along the hairy chest as if he devoured a feast by the table and did not stop until he reached Aragorn’s cock which was greedily engulfed by soft lips. Thranduil had the audacity to look up and meet steel coloured eyes, challenging and sly. He was skilled in his seduction and soon swallowed more of the man with a pleased groan.

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        There was always going to be a difference. Strider was no Elven Prince or whore, he was not used to the bedding customs nor the gentleness of elves. He was more like a torn scrap than a neatly folded table cloth. But here, with Thranduil laid out before him Aragorn could almost forget that he was a dark stain on an otherwise perfectly porcelain Kingdom. Thus having the King exposed in such a way was almost his way of showing that he had power, he had confidence, even if it didn't always come across in the way he wanted.

        He was certain that Thranduil was getting as much of a kick out of this as he was, proved by the elegant fingers that came skimming down to brush over his cock. Thranduil's touch was delicate yet Aragorn found his hips rising, following the touch and letting out the softest of noises that was then swallowed down by a groan at the sight of the King sucking the essence off his fingers. There was no way Strider could resist something so filthy and he leaned forward to catch those lips sweetened by wine and the taste of himself lingeRing there.

        Yet before he had a chance to do much else, Thranduil flexed his thighs and Strider felt himself flung to the side and the world tipped. Now he was on his back, having to lay on silken sheets while the Elf he was craving knelt tall above him. Any word of complaint was lost when Thranduil descended with kisses and nips down the length of his torso, Aragorn's spine arching up into the contact until Thranduil's hot, inviting mouth wrapped around his cock.

        That was unexpected and Strider leaned up on his elbows to stare down at those gorgeous eyes and those red lips stretched around his length. "By the-- Than--.. oh~..." Anything he tried to say was stolen away by the waves of pleasure that followed each such from the Elf, Aragorn finally daring to reach down and thread his fingers through the Kings golden tresses. 

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{ -- *dies* I was locked out of this account *sobs* but I'M BACK! *hunts down who I owe }

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{ So I'm a major slow poke with drafts and I have multiple accounts so I assign one day per account to work on drafts cause it's easier so thank you for all the patience! <3 )

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[auraient]

Kidnap/Torture (ish) Sentence Starters

"If you don’t get up, then I’ll make you." “You sure you want to try that, princess?” “I’m sure you don’t need to walk.” “It should be taking effect any moment now.” “But darling, you look much better covered in blood.” “Entertain me with your screams.” “Oh, a biter? Well, I bite back.” “Pull anymore and it’ll snap your neck.” “I am what nightmares are made of.” “Tick tock…Ready to listen?” “Let’s see you talk without that tongue.” “A struggle? I like that.” “If you take one more step!” “An eye for an eye, right?” “And you’ll never know where you are.” “If you let me go I’ll-“ “I don’t wanna die!” “I’ll do anything! Just stop!” “Curiosity might just kill you, kitten.” “Loosen the ropes.. For one minute?” “I think you’ll look even better once I mark you.” “Try to hit me one more time.” “Just wait until my blades get a hold of you.” “You’re here for my pleasure.” “I’ll give you what you want.” “You’ll never see the light of day again.” “I never thought you’d look so good all strung up.” “No. Not there!”

[ravcnsclaw]

It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing.

[goodoldmoon]

Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps it is because I am afraid… and he gives me courage.

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{ ♔ -- today is a blog maintenance day through all my blogs so there might not be much writing }

[regnumverus]

He is glad that strider had kicked into motion and mildly surprised by the bold hunger he was greeted with. No more holding back, and yet it was still softer than last night, more thorough. The faint tasting had not satiated either of them. The king groans at such passion, allows to be pulled, to be held and controlled. For now. He lets Aragorn taste him entirely, lets him suckle on his lip until it was red and swollen. And even after their lungs screamed for breath, the delightful assault did not end. Thranduil swore by the end of this encounter he shall never taste anything else again but Aragorn, heir of Isildur.

Then he takes charge and began to move them. Prideful strides even if little now, he lead and coaxed the man along with him until his own legs bumped against the big bed. It must still be smelling of their little adventure, the sheets were still untidy and ruffled. The soft matress gives in obdiently as the elvenking leaned back, his grip tight on the man’s shoulders and their lips locked once more as he pulled the man on top of him. He sighed blissfully, the skin around his lips tingling from grazing the man’s beard so frequently.

Thranduil does not know what Aragorn wants, what he hoped to achieve. If this was to be just another night of pleasure, so be it. A little entertainment for both of them, the king was adept at such little trysts. But it felt like there was more to it. The way the man held him did not speak of simple ravishing. It was treasuring almost even if coated in longing and passion. Slender hands discarded Aragorn from offensive clothes that kept him seperated from close contact and soon he can admire the ranger’s fine build once more, the hairs that covered his chest where Thranduil’s own was ivory and hairless.

The king’s hands wandered over the naked back, mapped every muscle flexing beneath the skin. It felt warm to his touch, not surprising. Aragorn’s heart knocks against his chest, pumping blood through veins, hot and boiling.

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        It was daring and exciting, Strider's heart thundering in his chest in the split second that he feared Thranduil would not return the kiss but those seconds passed in a fleeting glimpse of time and the Ranger felt the ever eager silken press of lips back against his own. The fact that the kiss was returned made the entire situation easier to melt into, leaving the man with desire burning in his gut and need fueling the path of his fingertips. For those few moments that he had control, things were glorious and unlike last night when things were sloppier and perhaps bolder, Aragorn could take his time and and fully map out the lips before just in case this was indeed the last time.

        After all, sampling fruit when it is not at it's best only drives one to try it when it is at it's best.

        Of course the control did not last long as, when Strider parted once more for breath, he found himself tugged and shifted, ushered backwards away from the door and the dresser containing the liquid until the King vanished from his grasp and hit the bed. A bed that previous nights activities had left him with a dull ache in his ass and an occasional spiking pain up his spine. Not that he was complaining of course, the strength of an elf was not to be messed with.

        His clothes were discarded and Aragorn found himself on display before the Elven King for the second time during his visit and this time there was a flurry of nerves in his gut from the apprehension of whether it was his physical appearance that attracted Thranduil or just the idea of a quick bed mate. Yet he in turn could admire the smooth expanse of milky skin laid out before him and since Thranduil had settled him on top, Aragorn wasted no time in leaning down and discarding what was left of the King's clothing.

        Then he slid forward and dipped down to claim those lips again, now a few shades darker and swollen with the attention Aragorn had delivered. Once satisfied that all Thranduil would taste on his lips was himself, he used his thumb under the King's chin to tip his head back and expose his throat, placing light kisses up the length and nipping just under his jaw.

        Of course he would never act without permission so, as a question, he used his other hand to balance as he shifted on his knee's then slid Thranduil's powerful legs over his own. It seemed strange at first until the Ranger shuffled forward, the King's hips raising as he did so, then parted his thigh's into a V. The movement caused Thranduil's own legs to spread also, as wide as Aragorn desired. He did this until Thranduil leg's were spread wide, exposing his entire crotch to Strider's wandering gaze, whose gray eyes glanced down for a moment then back up to the King's own.

[juliastiles]

LotR Meme: Nine Companions [4/9] → Aragorn

"Put aside the Ranger.  Become who you were born to be."

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I want  h o n e s t  opinions about how I portray my character. If there’s a constructive criticism, I’d like to read it. If you’re too shy to say it, you can tell it with the anon on. 

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Shock. A stunned silence before the feelings ofbetrayal swept through him. He had no words, no way to comprehend what he was feeling asthe blade was still in his back. Perhaps if he had not turned as fast as he did, Legolas wouldhave removed the blade and stabbed him again.The thought made his stomach curl and he tookseveral wobbling steps away from the elf, gazehardened with anger yet flickering every so oftenwith the spikes of pain radiating from the wound.

"Never had you pegged as a coward," Aragornspat. Stabbing someone with their back turnedand unarmed, he hadn't ever thought that of theelf he had, until seconds ago, trusted with his life. Now it seemed, that trust was costing himthe very thing it protected.