Title & Chapter Number: Dragon Fever 8/21
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 8 - Dragon's Breath
In the middle of the night, Thorvald roused Audun from his bed. "Many apologies, Audun, but there's a report of strange happenings down on the lake. I believe ya need to see for yourself."
Audun rose muttering and threw on a heavy cloak. He followed Thorvald out the door of the Dragon's Bane Inn. He noticed he was walking in a fine mist that resembled smoke. It drifted up around the inn to the second story, coiling around it like a huge serpent. They waded through it, down the deserted streets, past dark houses, out to the pier. From there they could see the mist rising off the lake from the direction of the ruins of the old town of Esgaroth. It twisted and boiled up from the water. Shreds of it drifted past them with a slight hissing sound.
"What in the name of all the gods is that?" Audun whispered.
"I don't know, but it's coming from the direction where the cursed worm fell," Thorvald said.
"Set a guard," Audun commanded. "Alert me if anything more happens. Perhaps it's just a strange exhalation of the lake."
"If so, it seems to have sought out your inn." Thorvald stroked his chin thoughtfully.
Audun grunted and retreated his steps, seeking the warmth of his bed.
~*~*~*~
Legolas stirred. He thought he'd heard something in his sleep. The prince tightened his arm around Elwen, feeling the Rivendell elf's warm chest slowly rising and falling. Sighing, he settled back into a dream.
Surrounded by a heavy mist, his hair hung damp against his back. Drops condensed against his naked skin. As he crept forward in warrior-readiness, half-seen objects appeared and then faded back into the silver air. A heavy wheezing sound. "Elbereth Gilthoniel," Legolas muttered.
"So, here isss the little archer princccce. He fancies he can ward *me*."
Who said that? Legolas looked around quickly. The watery air coiled itself round the prince, condensing into a denser substance. He felt it like a cold, rough tongue, licking up his calves, wrapping around his waist, another loop tickling around his chest. It rumbled, like a vast, purring cat. Legolas ran his hands over his wet body, trying to rid himself of the sensation.
"Yes," said the wheezing, hissing voice, "Awakened from slumber I was by the lascivious thoughts of two elves. My own thought has drifted to yours and feasted on your lust. You and your companion have provided me with much vicarious pleasure this night, such as I have not felt in many ages of the world."
"Who are you?" Legolas called.
"Can you not guess, princeling? You felt me yesterday and yesterday is when I first perceived your desire for the other elf."
"Smaug," Legolas said in horror. Two glowing yellow eyes appeared out of the mist, and the scaly coils materialized, tightening about the elf.
"Correction, tender elf . . . Smaug the Magnificent! I was great and powerful and none dared oppose me!" Smaug laughed softly. "I amassed a mountain of precious things that I used for a bed. I have killed and eaten the mightiest warriors and driven their people like cattle. I have tasted many a lovely elf like yourself."
"No more, worm," Legolas scoffed. "I have seen your bones laid low at the bottom of the lake."
"Yessss, an archer of Esgaroth brought me down, curse him and all his kind! Brought low in the midst of my glory. If I were still hot, I would hunt down and devour every one of them, including you, elf. But, I have enjoyed your coupling so much," the cold tongue flicked low over his belly and across his thighs, "I think I would eat you slowly." The air vibrated in deep, rumbling laughter.
"Thank you for showing such consideration," Legolas said. "Now, do you think you could slither back into your watery grave? I have a hard day of negotiating with the Lakemen tomorrow."
"The Lakemen." Smaug's ghastly head materialized around the gleaming eyes. "You may find that they don't have your best interests at heart, Prince. Yes, I feel their plotting from afar. You might ask Audun where all his dragon gold came from."
"Smaug, why should I believe you? Dragons are known to be liars."
"Liars!" Smaug's eyes lit up crimson, darkened mist erupted from tendrilled nostrils. He drew a sharp claw under the prince's chin. "Just remember, Prince, I do not love the Lakemen, and, at present, I have no quarrel with you. In fact, I'm feeling rather well disposed toward you." The tongue flicked between his legs and probed his buttocks. "You may wish a favor of me sometime soon, I expect."
"I have heard that favors from dragons do not come without a price," Legolas said, moving uncomfortably in the dragon's grip.
"A price, yes, always," Smaug hissed.
"Be off with you, worm!" Legolas attempted to push away Smaug's roving tongue.
"Then I'll leave you to your rest and see what other mischief I can cause." The dragon grinned hideously, his mouth full of glittering, serrated teeth. Then he coughed, a sick, hacking sound. Legolas had the sensation of a scaly creature uncoiling itself from around his body. The mist dissipated.
Legolas jolted awake and looked around the darkened room. A sulfurous smell lingered in the air. What a strange dream, he thought. He rolled over several times trying to brush off the scaly sensation, then he pulled the blanket more closely around himself and Elwen.
~*~*~*~
Goran lay thrashing in his bed. Then he found himself climbing the stairs up to the cursed prince's room. The key appeared in his hand and he opened the door. He could make out the shadowy forms of two figures lying on the bed. The man crept over and looked down. The prince was spooned behind the other one with his arm wrapped around the Imladris elf's chest.
How sweet, thought Goran, bitterly. I should turn ya in. It would give me pleasure to watch ya drown in each other's arms.
Goran discovered he was naked. Then he was lying behind the prince feeling his erection pressed up against the elf's buttocks. The dark-haired elf was gone. Goran swiftly penetrated Legolas. Gods, what a sensation! The elf was hot and tight. Everything he'd imagined. Goran began to move, when a smooth, warm body slid into the bed behind him. Goran felt a tongue caressing his ear. A hard shaft pushed up against his opening and then pierced him. Such an intense and pleasurable sensation of fullness! It was almost more than he could bear.
The dark-haired elf spoke. "Goran, have you ever been the meat between two pieces of elvish waybread?" The words alone were enough to send him over the edge as he came hard within the prince. He felt the elf behind him also moving to completion.
"Beware, Goran," he wheezed. "I will have my way with you, whenever I wish. I shall devour you!"
Goran shivered and opened his eyes to find himself in his bed, the sheets wet with his sweat and semen. A cold breeze blew in the room. What was that smell? A striking flint and tinder?
~*~*~*~
Meril was in the kitchen, wiping off a dish. She despaired as she imagined long empty years ahead, engaged in this same action. A misty breeze blew the kitchen door open. She slowly turned and walked through it.
She was in the midst of a glorious flower garden, of many colors. Above was a brilliant blue sky with immense clouds shaped like sailing ships. She entered a high green hedge that formed a maze. Coming around the corner, she beheld Prince Legolas, his long cape blowing in the breeze. He held a rose. As she came forward, he turned and looked at her kindly, the sapphire blue of his eyes piercing her soul. He said something in elvish.
"I don't understand," she said.
He offered her the rose. "An elvish rose for a human beauty," he said in the common tongue, his voice soft and sweet. She accepted it and put it to her nose. The smell unexpected, an odor of sea salt, mixed with a sulfur note.
"Thank you," she murmured. He tilted his head to press his lips against hers. Meril shivered with longing. She kissed back shyly, and then he took her in his arms and kissed her hard and deep. The prince dropped to the ground with her.
They rolled over and she lay on his chest, her legs drawn up, kissing his lips, then his face. She felt him pull her skirts up and run his hand along her outer thigh and then stroke over her rear. She began crying and trembling.
"I won't hurt you," he whispered. "I just want to make love to you." He smiled, dimples appearing at the corners of his lips, and her heart melted.
He pulled her dress off in one slow, fluid motion. She felt the rough cloth sliding over her body. Then he rolled her over and lay on top of her, biting her neck while running a hand over her breast. A vibrant glow spread throughout her belly.
She felt him within her, filling her with his hard need. She moaned, wanting him so badly. He leaned forward and claimed her mouth as he put his hands beneath her hips, rocking her deeper. She felt herself on the crest of a warm wave that rolled her over and over, into a giddy frenzy.
Meril suddenly sat up in bed, her whole body tingling. Gods, what a dream. She'd never experienced one so vivid. Her face felt hot and moist. A cold air current threaded past her and there was a faint burning smell. Meril got up to close the window and discovered that it was already shut. Shivering, she crawled back in bed.
~*~*~*~
Talagan sat at his desk copying the trade agreement onto parchment. But the words kept disappearing. He felt panic as he knew the king would be coming any moment and would expect it finished. A wind appeared and papers swirled about his room. He ran trying to pick them up. He heard the king's voice roar, "Talagan!" and the door flew open.
"My lord, forgive me," Talagan said.
Then Talagan felt the king's lips crushing against his as he was knocked to the floor. The king ripped the seneschal's tunic and leggings open and then penetrated him with a single thrust. The pain and pleasure overwhelmed him. Talagan cried out in anguish. But in his heart he'd always desired this. The shame was unbearable
"You have failed me. Look at my son!" Thranduil said, pulling away from him. Talagan turned to look. A vast lake stretched behind him. Legolas and Elwen were sitting naked in their canoe, arms wrapped about each other, kissing passionately.
But Legolas slowly fell backward out of the boat, his arms tied behind him. He struggled to keep his head above the water. Talagan reached out to help him, but the prince sank under the surface. Such a feeling of desolation! Smoke boiled up from the water with a smell of brimstone.
Talagan came to consciousness in a cold sweat, his heart thumping.
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