Title & Chapter Number: Dragon Fever 7/21
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 unusual bargain. 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 7 - First Night
Elwen paced nervously back and forth across the room, wondering at Legolas's delay. What if he had changed his mind and thought better of their relationship? I'm not sure I could bear that, he thought.
He had just decided to go out and look for him, when Legolas opened the door. The prince slipped in, shut it hard behind him, then turned the key. His body was tense, his face looked like a storm cloud. Elwen sprang over to him. "What's the matter?" he asked.
Legolas set the wine bottle down on the table with a thump. "That human, that Goran!" he spluttered.
"What did he do?" Elwen asked.
"He attacked me."
"He did what?" Elwen said astonished. "Are you hurt?"
"Only my pride. I didn't see it coming," Legolas said. "That can be a fatal mistake."
"By the Valar, where is he?" Elwen said angrily.
"Licking his wounds." Legolas laughed. "I believe I gave worse than I got. He tried to kiss me."
Elwen smiled. "It's only that you are irresistible. I can understand his desire, as I have felt it myself." He rubbed strong hands over the prince's shoulders. "Don't be angry anymore. It has passed." Legolas looked up at Elwen and his face softened.
Elwen said, "Come, take off your boots, and sit with me. We can finish this hard-won bottle."
Legolas pulled his jerkin off over his head and bent to draw off his boots. Elwen sat in a leather chair and poured the rest of the wine into their glasses. Legolas dropped into a chair next to him and picked up his glass with a sigh.
"I did enjoy the look on Goran's face when you nailed that bullseye," said Elwen. "But after I came upstairs, Talagan bid me tell you to be more careful and not antagonize the Lakemen."
"*I* shouldn't! What about them antagonizing me? I suddenly feel uneasy in this place." Legolas shook his head.
"We'll conclude your business swiftly and then go back to Mirkwood," Elwen said.
"Yes, and then you're gone, aren't you?"
"Soon, yes, I'm afraid so," Elwen said.
"Elwen, I wonder when I'll find a place where I truly belong. I'm not comfortable in my father's house, nor here. I am only truly happy when wandering wild paths. Shall my heart ever rest?"
"Legolas, I would that your heart would rest wherever I am," Elwen said. He reached over and picked up Legolas's hand, interlacing his fingers with the prince's. "Do you still desire me?" Elwen asked.
Legolas brought Elwen's hand to his lips. "I watched you with desire all evening. I want no one but you," he said.
Elwen's pulse quickened. Now, it could happen, all his heart's desire. He rose, dipped a long finger in the wine glass, then brought it to Legolas's lips. The prince opened his mouth and Elwen slipped his finger inside, stroking it on the prince's warm tongue. Legolas began sucking gently on Elwen's finger, as the dark-haired elf drew the finger back across the prince's lips.
Carefully holding the glass, the Imladris elf straddled the prince, slowly lowering his weight onto Legolas's lap. Elwen dipped his finger a second time. This time he painted the wine over Legolas's lips.
"The shape of your lips is very comely, prince," Elwen said, "fashioned like the bow you wield so well." He looked into Legolas's beautiful face, lips moist with the red liquid. Legolas gave him a dazzling smile and parted his lips, laving a pointed tongue across them. A shudder of desire thrilled though the Imladris elf. Elwen bent down and softly gathered the prince's mouth to his, kissing off the wine.
The prince responded slowly, then with increasing fervor. The dark-haired elf moaned as he reveled in the taste and feel of Legolas's mouth. Yes, this was what he had longed for these last months, to make love to this golden being. Bless the Valar for this moment.
Elwen closed his eyes, feeling Legolas kissing his cheek, the prince's lips traveling over to his sensitive ears, licking and nipping at them, causing Elwen to gasp and shiver in delight. Legolas moved down to his neck, marking his flesh with a series of bites, each bordering between pain and pleasure. Elwen threw his head back to bare his neck to his lover's teeth.
"Ah, I love that," Elwen sighed.
"I will explore all your sensitive places, tonight, elf," Legolas whispered against his neck.
"You must tell me what you like," breathed Elwen, "so I know in future the touches you like best."
"I like your mouth," Legolas said, and kissed him again so hard that they both finally had to pull away to catch a breath.
Elwen reached down and tugged at Legolas's tunic. "I find our clothes confining. I want to feel your naked body against mine, as it was earlier this evening."
Legolas grinned. "Take them off me then."
Elwen pulled at the offending cloth. "You're sitting on it. Get up," said Elwen. Legolas shook his head, with a teasing expression. Elwen dug his fingers into the prince's ribs.
Legolas jumped with a yelp. "That tickles!"
"So, the deadly prince has a weakness!" Elwen smiled. He set about tickling Legolas until the prince rolled off the chair in laughter. He landed with a thump with Elwen on top of him.
"Shh," said Elwen, clapping a hand over the prince's mouth. "We don't want visitors." Legolas was still laughing softly as he pushed Elwen's hand away. Elwen was desperate to feel Legolas's naked skin against his. The Imladris elf tugged at the prince's tunic; finally, jerking it over Legolas's head, pulling it inside out. Elwen sat on the prince's stomach and stared for a long moment at the prince's creamy-skinned beauty; his broad shoulders, the hard, clearly delineated muscles of his chest and abdomen, the tender ovals of his rosy pink nipples. Then Elwen pulled his own jerkin over his head and flung off the tunic underneath. His black hair cascaded down over his chest. Elwen shook it out of his eyes.
"The red of your tunic set off your hair, beautifully," Legolas said. "But I like better the contrast between that and your skin." He reached up and stroked the hair hanging over Elwen's chest, then moved it aside and twisted one of Elwen's hardened nipples, a jolt of pain and pleasure shot through the Imladris elf.
"Ow, do you like your love-making rough, then?" Elwen rubbed his hips into the prince's groin.
"I like it in every way, elf of Imladris. But this floor is not conducive to enjoyment," Legolas said.
Elwen got up and sat on one of the twin beds. Legolas leapt off the floor and threw himself on the dark-haired elf. Elwen went down under him. The bed moved slightly against the wall.
"So, now it's my turn to take the lead," Legolas smiled wickedly. "And you must submit to my will."
"I've wanted nothing else since I met you," Elwen sighed. Legolas bent and kissed him hard. Elwen opened his mouth, and the prince sent a questing tongue inside to meet and dance with Elwen's tongue. Legolas bit Elwen's lip gently, then he began to move down, biting along Elwen's neck. The dark haired elf moaned.
"A weak spot, as noted before," Legolas said.
"Valar, yes, it is," said Elwen. Legolas continued down his chest to suck on one of Elwen's stiffened nipples, brushing the hard nub rapidly with his tongue.
Elwen thrashed one hand against the bed. "Ah, another," Legolas teased. "And I bet I know a third." He turned and ran his hand over the bulge in the elf's leggings, cupping and stroking the firm flesh within.
"It doesn't take too much wisdom to guess that one," gasped Elwen. He reached over and found the same bulge in the prince's leggings. "Time to lose the last of your garments," Elwen said, breathing hard. He grasped Legolas by the waist and turned him onto his back, then bent and rapidly unlaced his ties, pulling his leggings down over his legs and off. The prince's cock, released from the leggings, sprang forth, stiff, and yearning.
"Let me look at you," said Elwen, sitting back on his haunches, "Oh, you are charming all over, lirimaer."
"I would see you also," Legolas said. He undid Elwen's ties, pulled his leggings off and tossed them across the room. "Oh, yes," Legolas murmured, looking down at his lover. Legolas gently wrapped his hand around Elwen's cock and slid his hand up and down its length. "You have a generous rod, love, I think I shall be sore tomorrow," Legolas said.
In answer, Elwen pushed the prince back against the bed and began kissing and licking his abdomen, then he bit the point of Legolas's hip. The prince gasped.
"A weak spot of yours," Elwen said. He continued his pathway, burying his nose in the golden hair around the root of his goal and deeply inhaling Legolas's green-earth scent, then nipping along his soft inner thighs. Then he suddenly took the prince's entire length into his mouth, welcoming the feel, the texture, the way it filled his mouth. Legolas uttered a shuddering moan. Yes, Elwen thought, and you'll feel more than that by the time I'm done with you.
Elwen skillfully rocked his mouth up and down, first slowly, then gaining in speed, then stopped abruptly, pulling his mouth off Legolas's erection. How he loved seeing Legolas thrust his hips up in the air, his member straining to reach his mouth again. The dark-haired elf then bit the prince gently up and down the entire length of his shaft. He pulled the foreskin back and flicked his tongue rapidly on the soft tip, which now wept a few drops of clear, sweet fluid. Legolas cried out softly.
"Ah, nectar," Elwen murmured, lapping greedily, filling his senses with the delicious taste of his lover. Then he opened his mouth wide and took Legolas's length down his throat, moving rapidly while he caressed the prince's shaft with his tongue.
"Too much, you undo me," Legolas gasped, half sitting up. "I will come any minute, if you keep that up."
"I thought that was the idea." Elwen ceased his motions and crawled up to lie on top of the golden-haired elf.
Legolas was breathing hard. "I just like to prolong the pleasure," he said, putting his arms around the Elwen. "You have a talented mouth. Should I ask where you acquired that skill?"
"I have had my share of lovers. None like you, though," Elwen said, as he blew gently across Legolas's ear. The prince shivered. He reached down and stroked Elwen's round buttocks, softly, then harder, pulling them apart. Elwen's cock slid by his, the shafts rubbing harshly.
"Too dry," Elwen said. He rolled off the bed and rummaged through his bags. Finally, he said, "Here it is! I brought it just in case there was such an occasion."
He came back to the bed and showed Legolas a ceramic vial with a cork stopper. Then he pulled out the cork with his teeth, and poured a little of the fluid into his hands, which he rubbed together. Elwen reached down and stroked it over his cock, then moved over to Legolas and slid his hand over his abdomen and then down to his erection.
"It tingles," Legolas said delightedly.
"Special recipe, my love, all for you. Now tell me what you want."
"I want you to take me," Legolas said. He raised his knees and parted his thighs in invitation.
"Exactly what I would have asked for," Elwen said in delight. He moved up between Legolas's legs and slid his oil-slick body along his chest, until he lay full length on the prince. Then he gently kissed Legolas's eyes, his nose, his chin. He began nibbling and pulling at the pointed tips of the prince's tender ears with his teeth. The prince laughed and writhed under him.
"Something *you* like," Elwen smiled.
Legolas turned over on his stomach and handed Elwen the oil. "Be easy. I haven't done this in a while," the prince said.
Elwen moved down, kissing Legolas's back, then over his smooth buttocks, licking, biting, and kissing, experiencing a thrill each time he made the prince groan. The Imladris elf sat up and poured more oil over his hands, then continued stroking Legolas's buttocks, making the skin shiny, drawing his finger down the crack and finally inserting it into his tight opening. He rested it there for a bit, then moved it back and forth, stretching and preparing him. Then he slid in a second finger, and felt Legolas contract around him. The prince moaned.
"Does it hurt, love?" Elwen asked anxiously.
"Valar, it both hurts and pleasures me! Keep going. Much deeper you'll find my pleasure center."
Elwen slid three fingers inside and probed deeply. Suddenly, Legolas pushed himself back on Elwen's hand and sat up. "Oh, yes!" he cried. Elwen began to vibrate his hand gently.
"Oh gods, that feels good," he cried. "You are uncanny!" Elwen continued moving his fingers within the prince, while he reached around and began to stroke Legolas's cock with an oil soaked hand. The double assault made the prince's head reel. He breathed rapidly, emitting incoherent cries. Then, when he had reached a peak of pleasure, and was about to spend his seed, Elwen stopped.
"Oh, don't stop, my love," Legolas begged, "keep going. Ah, you'll drive me mad."
"I want you to plead with me," Elwen said. "Beg for the instrument of your deliverance."
"Gods, Elwen, if you don't finish me, now, I swear I'll kill you," Legolas panted.
"That didn't sound like pleading, but it'll do." Elwen grinned. "Lie on your back."
The dark-haired elf kissed Legolas again. This time he fastened his mouth to his lover's, thrusting his tongue deep within, devouring his lips. Their loins pushed and rubbed and ached against each other, yearning to become joined just as their mouths were. Elwen longed for that joining, wanted their passion to burn him into one with his beloved.
Elwen moved between the prince's thighs and then Legolas felt the insistent pressure of the Imladris elf's cock that suddenly breached the ring of muscle and pushed completely into him. It felt like being impaled on a shaft of fire. "Unhhhh," Legolas cried out.
"Hush, love, we're not alone, here. Are you all right?" Elwen asked.
"Oh, you're so big, you burn me!" Legolas moaned.
"Should I withdraw?" asked Elwen.
"No, take me, elf," Legolas said harshly. "Hard! Do it now!"
Legolas grasped Elwen's waist with his knees and pulled him deeper. Elwen rapidly rammed into him. He was stroking Legolas's sensitive gland with every thrust and the prince's pain evolved into euphoria.
"Oh, gods, yes, that's sweet," the blond elf cried in ecstasy. "Harder! Do you like that?"
"Oh, yes. I'm going to come inside you, Prince! I'm going to fill you with my need, my longing for you! I'll take you so hard, you'll never forget me!" cried Elwen.
Legolas looked into his lover's passion-flushed face, his brilliant amethyst eyes, his pupils wide with desire, the bloom of sweat making his face and chest shiny. Why did I wait so long for this? the prince wondered. Elwen's balls banged up against his legs. Legolas flung his legs farther apart. His head roared. He looked down as Elwen reached down and grasped the prince's cock tightly in his hand. A few strokes pushed Legolas over the edge. He arched his back and came so hard, he saw lights dance in the air before his eyes. He gave a great cry, as his semen pumped out of him, spilling onto Elwen's hand and his stomach. Oh, such pleasure! Nothing compared to it!
Elwen proceeded to thrust even harder, knocking Legolas's head up against the wall. The prince felt the dark-haired elf grab his hips, his nails raking over Legolas's tender skin, and then Elwen, in turn, emitted a strangled cry. Legolas felt a burning flood as Elwen gave a final deep thrust.
The dark-haired elf moved a few strokes more and finally came to a stop. He slumped forward onto Legolas's chest. They remained joined, neither moving for a long time. There was only the sound of labored breathing.
Then Elwen rolled off him, pulled him into his arms, running his hands over Legolas's buttocks affectionately. "I could do that forever. You have a luscious arse, elf of Mirkwood," he said. The dark-haired elf stroked his back and kissed his brow, both of them basking in a glorious warmth. The prince still felt the tingling after-effect of Elwen's thrusting, and he knew he would be feeling it more in the morning.
The blond prince looked at the radiant face of his lover. He put an arm over him and stroked his ruddy cheek, the color heightened by his white skin and dark hair. What passion was in this beautiful being! Perhaps, he could love this one, truly love him forever. It was a new thought for the prince.
"Maybe I'll keep you, at least for a while," Legolas murmured, kissing him gently.
Elwen felt a rush of happiness. "Will you keep me longer, if I do that to you again?" he asked, with a sly smile.
Legolas pulled back to look at him and his eyes crinkled with mischief. "Melethron-nîn, just give me some time to recover, and then I shall ride *you.* I'll wager you'll be sorer than I in the morning."
~*~*~*~
Goran looked up at the ceiling of his room, half in annoyance, half in lust. His lodging was directly under the prince's. He could hear the faint creaking of bed joints knocking against the wall in an unmistakable rhythm. Then he heard muffled groans. He spit on his hand and caressed his cock in time with the sound. Eventually, he heard a soft drawn out ahhhh. The bed creaked even more rapidly, there was a thud against the wall, and then he heard another moan of contentment. The creaking ceased. Goran's breath caught in his throat, he bucked his hips hard, and his hand became wet with his seed.
So, Prince, ya reject *me,* but make love to the dark-haired elf, he thought. This is not over between us.
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