also published on ao3 (ishipjawnlock) -- "Do you think they'd believe me if I told them the Prince of Mirkwood drags me into the woods every night to make me fuck him?" And there it was. The dirty mouthed side of Aragorn Elessar, the King-to-be of Gondor. Talking like some filth when we were alone, half naked, and already marked up on each other's bodies. I chuckled. "You're acting like you're not hard and leaking wet as soon as you pull down those robes." OR Aragorn and Legolas have been 'flirting' in elvish for a while now, thinking nobody of the fellowship understood.