Title & Chapter Number: Dragon Fever 4/21
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: LOTR
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. The characters, settings, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for Elwen and other original characters who belong to this author. I make no money from this, more's the pity, considering the number of hours burning the midnight oil.
Warnings: Mild BDSM and non-consensual situations in a few chapters. Some het.
Betas: Many thanks to Caz and Dhvana for beta reading, and to friend Dhvana especially for advice, consultation, and moral support and to Dalogas for being my most thorough reviewer.
Cast: Legolas/Aragorn; Legolas/OCs; also Thranduil, Smaug, Gimli, Balin, and Gloin.
Timeline: In the Third Age of Middle Earth, shortly after The Hobbit.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Legolas tells Aragorn a story about a trip he once made to Esgaroth (Lake-town) with his lover, Elwen, a Rivendell elf. But something is rotten in Esgaroth and Legolas is forced to strike an unusualbargain. A mix of adventure, romance, humor, angst, and hot sex.
Notes: This is actually both a prequel and a sequel to "Ohtarnil: A Warrior Love." The first and last chapters (1 and 21) are sequels and take place shortly after the Fellowship leaves Lothlórien. However, most of the story takes place 73 years earlier when Legolas first becomes involved with my fictional character, Elwen. Feedback, as always, greatly appreciated.
Chapter 4 - Elwen's Admission
Goran led Legolas and Elwen upstairs, chattering about the good location of the inn, how close to the market; how good their food was; how airy the rooms were. At the end of the hall, he opened a door on the right hand side.
The room had high beamed ceilings and freshly whitewashed walls. As they entered, they could see two low beds, side by side, against the wall. A wardrobe and a small table, with a basin and ewer sitting atop it, stood next to the beds. On the far end of the room was a fireplace. On the opposite side, was a heavy wooden table, and three overstuffed leather chairs. Near the table, there was an alcove covered with a long set of curtains. Goran went over to it and threw them open, revealing a window seat in the recess, and a many-paned window that overlooked a garden.
"This looks fine," said Legolas. "What about the other room?" They went to the other side of the corridor and Goran opened the door. This room looked out onto an alley along the side of the Inn. "Talagan and Thrin can have this one, and we'll take the other one," Legolas said.
"Very good, sir," said Goran. They went back across the hall. This room was quieter, more remote from the noise of the street.
"Can a bath be brought up here?" asked Legolas.
"Aye, of course, with hot water," Goran smiled, "I can see to it, myself." Legolas detected an unusual interest in his voice. The prince looked steadily into the young man's eyes. Goran shifted his gaze away.
"Please do so," Legolas said. "It's been a long trip."
"I'll leave ya to unpack," said Goran. "If ya need something, pull that bell rope." And bowing slightly, he left.
Legolas and Elwen both dropped their canvas bags. Legolas sat in one of the leather chairs and flung a leg over the armrest. "Ah, this is fine," he said. He looked up at Elwen who was regarding him intently. "It's good to be here with you, my friend," Legolas said. For a minute their glances locked and Legolas sensed tension between them. He knew Elwen felt affection for him. Lately, he had thought it might be something more, and he found himself warming to the idea.
Elwen came over to the chair and clasped Legolas on the shoulder. "I cannot tell you how much I've enjoyed the last two months," he said. "It's a pity that I'll have to leave soon after we return from this trip."
"Then we'll have to make the time count," Legolas said. He could feel Elwen's hand tremble. The prince looked up at the Elwen's face and realized that he found the dark-haired elf beautiful. Legolas allowed his gaze to linger on the angular cheekbones, his strong, straight nose, arched brows, his full, expressive lips, long, black hair. Then he glanced down to the broad shoulders, that tapered to a slender waist, and long legs. He had seen Elwen naked on several occasions. The sight had pleased him at the time, but the memory of it now stirred him.
Legolas stood, facing Elwen. He reached up and brushed a thin braided lock of raven hair away from his face. He heard Elwen's quick intake of breath, and that, too, pleased him. For an instant, he imagined touching his mouth to those luscious lips. Legolas didn't know why he didn't act on the impulse. But perhaps it was not wise to change the relationship, he thought. He knew his father's feelings on the subject.
"Well," Legolas said, "we shouldn't keep Talagan waiting any longer. He'll be fuming as it is. Let's go help bring in our supplies." As Legolas moved past him, he heard Elwen sigh.
~*~*~*~
Several hours later, Legolas leaned his head back on the lip of a metal tub that Goran had brought to their room. The hot water steamed pleasantly against his skin. He contemplated a glass of dark red wine in his hand. Elwen sat on a chair, kicking one leg idly, and also drinking some wine. Talagan was in the other chair, scrolls of parchment laid out on the table. Thrin sat on the window seat fashioning little pieces of paper into birds.
Legolas was more annoyed than usual with Talagan, as the seneschal had been extremely displeased with the room arrangement, suggesting that Elwen room with Thrin. He had only backed off when Legolas had glared at him, and asked, in his most Thranduil-like tone, why Talagan wished to make this change. Then, for some reason, Talagan had insisted on being present while Legolas bathed.
"I'm quite familiar with the trade agreement, Talagan," Legolas said in exasperation. "I went over it with Father before we left. And I know that you know it intimately, as you wrote it."
"I set up a meeting with members of the Guild tomorrow morning, my lord, and I want you to be prepared."
"It was my understanding that the Guild had already accepted this in principle," Legolas said, "and we both know that the terms are quite fair considering that, for the past five years, we have helped support this town while they rebuilt."
"You'll find, my prince, that there is often a wide gap between the principle and the letter," Talagan said, "and that recipients of charity aren't always grateful."
"Talagan, I have supreme trust in your ability to advise me." Legolas gave him a charming smile and took another gulp of wine. "And now, Elwen, I'll turn the bath over to you, before the water cools off any more." He set the wine down on the floor, and then stood up, the water rushing off him. "Can you hand me that towel, Talagan?"
The seneschal picked up a towel laying on the table, walked over, and handed it to Legolas. The prince stepped unselfconsciously out of the tub. Talagan tried to avert his eyes, but couldn't help glancing at the prince's well-knit body. It occurred to Talagan that it would take a supreme act of will for anyone to reject that beauty should the prince decide to gift it. Then he looked sharply at Elwen. The dark-haired elf had already moved over to the fireplace and was taking off his clothes and dropping them on the floor. He shrugged out of his tunic, revealing a silky, fair skin, strong chest, and taut nipples. His black hair swung down like a curtain as he bent to take off his boots.
Talagan licked his lips nervously, feeling extremely uncomfortable. "Uh Thrin, I think we should go downstairs to the common room. Prince Legolas, I will expect you there *very* shortly."
They left, Thrin grinning at Legolas and Elwen as he closed the door.
"From the way he acts, you'd think there was something going on between us," Legolas said.
"And of course nothing is, is it, Legolas?" Elwen said. He pulled off his leggings, and stood completely naked, looking at the prince with a slight smile. It was Legolas's turn to take a quick breath. He began to towel himself off, rather slowly and deliberately. He leaned over and dried his wet hair. Elwen stood still for a few moments. The prince straightened up, looking into Elwen's eyes. Legolas could feel a crackling energy line between them. It prickled and danced over his skin.
Then, Elwen closed the gap between them, striding over, and gently placing his hand over Legolas's heart. He took a deep breath. "Legolas, I am drawn to you . . . in every way. I think we could be good together." He paused. "There, I've said it, what we've both known for a while now. The next move is up to you."
Legolas's head reeled with the close presence of the dark-haired elf. His scent was intoxicating. He dropped the towel. Slowly, he also put his hand on Elwen's chest. "Your heart beats quickly, my friend."
"As does yours, prince," Elwen said.
"Perhaps my heart knows something my head does not. I always thought I would go back to my lover in Lórien," Legolas said.
"Yet you have not, and the years are passing. You chose to spend the summer with me and here I am." Elwen smiled.
"And then, there's my father, who would disapprove entirely. He doesn't countenance this sort of relationship, and he expects me to make a suitable marriage some day," said Legolas.
"Perhaps your relationships should be your choice and not your father's," Elwen suggested.
Ai, there he'd hit it, Legolas thought. He moved his hand across Elwen's chest, over the curve of his pectoral muscle, then down, gently touching one of his nipples. The dark-haired elf closed his eyes briefly, his lips parted.
"I find you hard to resist," Legolas sighed.
"Then, do not resist," Elwen whispered, enunciating each word.
Legolas looked into the elf's sensuous, half-lidded violet eyes and felt an overwhelming desire for him. He knew that what he did next would change his life forever, and he knew he shouldn't do it. But he couldn't stop himself. He leaned forward, tilted his head, and gently touched his lips to Elwen's.
The first touch was somewhat awkward, like a tentative brushing of butterfly wings. The dark-haired elf's lips were soft, supple. Elwen sighed, opening his mouth slightly. Their lips moved together, learning the best fit, until the joining felt natural. Legolas tasted Elwen's wine-sweet mouth and a honey glow pulsed through his body. They both moved forward, pressing their warm bodies together, wrapping their arms about each other. The prince's loins tingled with heat as he pressed against the other elf's erection.
"You feel so good," Legolas murmured, breaking from the kiss to stroke Elwen's silky hair.
"Legolas, my love, I have longed for this moment," Elwen sighed. "You will not be sorry. I shall take you to realms of pleasure beyond anything you can imagine now."
"That's quite . . . a challenge . . . as I have a good . . . imagination," Legolas teased, taking Elwen's lips in short, juicy kisses. Elwen responded by opening his mouth wider and sliding his tongue into Legolas's mouth, while he moved his hips hard against the prince, sending a jolt of lightning through the prince's cock.
"Oh gods, I want you," Legolas breathed into Elwen's mouth.
Just then there was a knock on the door. Legolas and Elwen moved apart, both flushed and breathing hard.
"Who is it?" Legolas called.
"Goran."
Legolas reached down, picked up the towel, and wrapped it around his waist. It didn't quite hide his erection. Elwen stepped into the tub and settled far down in the hot water. The prince walked over to the door and opened it, with a jerk.
"What is it, Goran?" he said abruptly.
Goran looked at him, opened his mouth in surprise, shut it. His eyes darted away, then came back to stare at the prince. "I, I beg yer lordship's pardon," he stammered. "I haven't interrupted . . . no, of course not. I mean. . ."
"Forgive me, Goran," Legolas said more politely. "I was just getting dressed for dinner and not expecting visitors. How can I help you?"
"Your companion, Talagan, bid me tell ya to that he is expecting ya shortly. My father, head of the Merchant's Guild, has arrived and would like to meet ya."
"You can tell Talagan to remove that plug he's got stuffed up his arse," Legolas said crossly. There was a sound of laughter from the tub.
"Beg pardon?" Goran said, "but I don't think I can relay that message." The laughter grew louder.
"You may tell him I will be there as soon as I am decent," Legolas said. He shut the door. Then he looked toward Elwen. "So sorry," he said, "but I have obligations."
"Go ahead. I'll finish my bath, and catch up," Elwen said, still chuckling.
Legolas walked over to the tub, leaned down, and kissed him again. "Can I expect to resume where we left off, later this evening?"
"You can expect nothing less," Elwen said, beaming at him.
Legolas went over to the waxed canvas bags containing their clothes, rummaged through one, and selected some leggings, a green silk tunic and a brown leather jerkin. He drew them on, brushed his hair, replaited the braid at the back of his head, slipped on his boots, and fastened his knife belt around his waist.
"I don't think you'll need the knife, Legolas," Elwen said.
"I've worn it so long, I'd feel naked without it," Legolas replied. "I'll see you downstairs."
~*~*~*~
Goran stood in the hallway for a few minutes dazzled by the sight he had just seen. Oh, what I wouldn't give for a tumble with that one, he thought. He imagined coming into the prince's room that night, and slipping into bed to spoon behind the elf, running his hands over that slender, well-defined chest, and down the curve of his loin muscles, to stroke the elf's organ while probing wet fingers into his opening. Goran felt himself harden at the thought. But how could it be accomplished? The other elf was staying with him, so coming into the room at night was out. There must be another way. And he didn't know if Legolas was interested in males, although he'd heard that elves were often open to that kind of relationship.
This required some thought. He smoothed his chestnut-colored goatee with two fingers, first one side, then the other. Then he went downstairs to join the others in the common room.
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