Title & Chapter Number: Dragon Fever 10/21
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 10 - In the Market Place
Elwen wandered about the bustling market place, filling his senses with the sights and smells. There was a breeze off the lake and the day was warm with a magnificent blue sky. The air smelled of wood smoke mixed with a pungent odor of fish. Vendors called out to him from all sides to come and try their wares.
He stopped by a fruit vendor and a grey-haired woman said to him, "It's easy to see yer of elf-kind, but I have not seen yer like before. Take this as a small token of the Lakemen's gratitude for yer help in the years after the dragon's fall." She handed him a green apple. He thanked her and took a tart, juicy bite. He closed his eyes and smiled, lost in the thought of kissing the prince's mouth.
The woman said, "Ya have the air of a man in love. Who's the lucky lass?"
"You are mistaken, madam," he said. "I am merely enjoying your delicious apple." He bowed, then continued down the street, breathing the air deeply. He thought, yes, I'm in love, deliriously in love. I want to shout it to the heavens! My greatest wish has come true, Legolas has become my lover. Oh, but he is magnificent! Every movement he makes, every word that escapes his lips, pains me with desire. If I could just bottle this moment, the way I feel now, and carry it with me for all eternity, I could never want for anything else. But I must be careful. Not appear out of control or I shall lose him. As before, he must come to me of his own will, every step of the way.
Elwen became aware that he was being watched. He turned and saw Legolas standing several stalls away. The wind blew his dark green cloak so that it billowed behind him, and he had a slight smile on his fair face. Elwen's heart soared at the sight. Then the prince strode forward and laid his hand on Elwen's arm.
"What brings an elf of Imladris to this far part of the world?" Legolas asked loudly. Then in a lowered voice, he said, "I've been tracking you for a quarter hour and you've not noticed. I began to wonder what could possibly be distracting you so."
"What, Legolas, I never thought I'd run into you, old friend," Elwen also said loudly. He clapped him hard on the back. Then he whispered, "It's only that I'm still sore from my long ride last night. I blame you for this sorrow."
"Yes, well, be prepared for another hard ride tonight," Legolas said softly, his eyes crinkling in amusement. They began to walk slowly down through the maze of vendor's stalls, some open to the air, some canopied against weather. People looked up and followed the passing elves with their eyes, many with awestruck expressions. Elwen noticed that Legolas was oblivious to his effect on people.
"Have you concluded your business with your seneschal, then?" Elwen asked softly.
"Yes, I'll tell you more, later. But we parted understanding each other, I think." Legolas looked straight ahead as he spoke. They passed by a vendor hawking smoked fish. Legolas paused and pointed.
"This, Elwen, is the one product that the Lakemen make for themselves." They passed by other vendors. "Here the commerce of the region, all comes together," the prince continued. "Over here, from the Mirkwood elves: fine woven fabrics, cured skins, wine, glassware, bows; there from the dwarves of Erebor: iron tools and fittings, armor, jewelry; this booth from the farmers in the lake region: wheat and barley, fruit, and wine-grapes; there fish from Esgaroth; smoked meats from the huntsmen that live against the borders of southeastern Mirkwood. It all comes here. And we are all dependent on the smooth operation of this trade. What an opportunity, don't you think, for someone to try to control it to his advantage?"
Elwen nodded and spoke softly, "Then, are things not going as smoothly as you'd thought with the agreement?"
"Well see." Legolas paused at a large booth displaying chain mail, breast plates, swords, and knives. The prince picked up a long knife and slid it out of its scabbard. He looked down its length and then pressed his thumb on the edge. The hilt was decorated in an ornate filigree. "A good piece," Legolas said. "The work of the dwarves of Erebor."
A dwarf stood up from a stool and came over to them. He wore the characteristic braided beard, forked and tucked into his belt. He seemed young, as his hair and beard were a solid brown with no trace of white.
"I see ya know your blades, Master Elf. It is fine work, for sure. My uncle Oin makes them. Would ya be interested in that knife?" the dwarf asked in a rough, booming voice.
"Perhaps," Legolas said. "How goes the work of the dwarves at the Lonely Mountain? I have not been here since the Battle of Five Armies five years ago, but I'm sure you've made great strides in repairing the dragon's damage."
"Oh yes," enthused the dwarf. "If you saw the mountain now, ya wouldn't recognize it. We've been busy, Master Elf, rebuilding. We've cleared out the great hall, repaired the bridges, and road. We've filled it with light again. Soon, it'll be even more magnificent than the time before the dragon. Though, I daresay, it'll be quite a while before the worm's nasty stench has been completely cleared away. Fah!"
"And the Lakemen have done a good job rebuilding this town, wouldn't you say," Legolas said, looking around. "The trade almost seems back to normal."
"Yes, we stand to do well here, as the roads improve, and the orcs are now fewer, due to the Battle." He lowered his voice. "This town wouldn't be here without the generosity of the dwarves. We've been providing labor and supplies for the rebuilding, ya know."
"Indeed?" Legolas arched one eyebrow and looked at Elwen. "And who are you dealing with here?"
"Why the Guild, of course," the dwarf said. Then he looked at them. "Yer the second elf this morning who has come around asking questions. Now, are ya going ta buy that knife?"
"It depends," Legolas said. "What are you asking?"
"Two gold sovereigns," the dwarf said.
"Too much," Legolas replied. "I'll offer you one."
"Ya can't buy a finer knife, Master Elf. One and a half."
"One and a quarter, final offer," Legolas said with a smile.
"Done, then," grumbled the dwarf.
Legolas fished the money from the pouch on his belt and took the knife. They went on down the street. Legolas handed the knife to Elwen, who looked at it carefully.
"Fine piece, for a good price," Elwen said. He handed it back.
"No, keep it," Legolas said.
"What?"
"It's yours. I notice you don't carry one, and you never know when someone is going to try and kiss you without your leave." He turned and grinned at Elwen.
"Yes, it would come in handy if a certain prince tried anything," Elwen laughed, then he said seriously, "'Tis a fine gift. I thank you, friend." He threaded the scabbard onto his belt.
"Come on, let's buy some lunch," Legolas said, striding forward rapidly so Elwen had to take a couple of long steps to keep up.
~*~*~*~
Audun and his son Goran sat in the common room at the Dragon's Bane Inn. Nissa had brought them some stewed quail and a loaf of bread. Audun looked up as Thorvald came into the room.
"Come, sit and eat," Audun said, pulling out a chair.
"I have some news," Thorvald said, settling down into the chair. "Reports of several elves asking questions in the market place. Potentially embarrassing questions." He pulled a wing off one of the quail and began to devour it.
"Curse them. We should a known they might look for tidings themselves. Do ya know what they've found out?" Audun asked.
"Not exactly. We daren't question people too closely or it would look suspicious," Thorvald said around a mouthful.
"We need one of our own tailing them. Goran, ya get out there and follow them," Audun said. "Report back everyone they talk to, try to get close enough to hear what they're sayin'."
"But I haven't finished eating yet," Goran objected.
"Go to, boy. This is important," Audun cuffed him on the ear.
"Not unless ya let me in on what's going on," Goran grumbled. Thorvald and Audun looked at each other.
"Tonight, after dinner, I'll explain the stakes to ya. Find them, don't let 'em outta yer sight, and don't let 'em know yer tailing 'em. Got me?" Audun said.
"Aye, Father." Goran rose and left the room.
~*~*~*~
Legolas and Elwen sat dangling their feet over the edge of the pier. They were finishing a lunch of bread, cheese, a skin of elvish wine, and ripe, juicy peaches and were in a fine mood, laughing at everything.
Elwen began singing a comical song in his pure, silver voice about a rabbit tricking a hungry fox by pretending to make love to him. Legolas laughed heartily at the words and sang the chorus with him loudly, ignoring the curious faces of people who passed by on their rafts.
"I'll have to learn that one, Elwen," Legolas said. "I wonder when these curséd humans will finish building this pier." He indicated the series of pylons sticking far out into the water with no decking laid on them. Elwen shrugged.
Legolas sucked the last morsel off his peach pit. "Here," he said. "I bet I can throw this further than you."
"You're on, elf!" Elwen jumped up and heaved his pit far out into the lake, where it disappeared with a plop into the water.
Legolas stood and whipped his pit in a high arc. It finally hit the water, it seemed, a little further out than Elwen's, but it was hard to tell.
"I won," Legolas crowed.
"You did not. Mine was further," laughed Elwen. He punched Legolas lightly on the chest. Legolas grabbed Elwen's arms and unbalanced him as if intending to throw him off the pier.
"Don't even think about it," Elwen said grasping Legolas about the waist, "or you're going in with me."
Suddenly Legolas stiffened. "Shh. Elwen, I think we're being watched," he said.
Elwen looked around. He could see a figure lurking in a doorway, a hood pulled low over his face.
"It's that Goran," Legolas said, "or I have no senses left. Now, what could he possibly want?"
"I don't know, but I think we should give him the slip," Elwen said. They grinned at each other, strolled off the pier, and went back through the streets to disappear into the market place. As soon as they hit the crowd, they walked swiftly, dodging, doubling back, hiding behind stalls.
"There he is," Legolas said looking around the corner from inside one of the stalls. "He looks confused, doesn't he?"
"He looks angered," Elwen laughed.
"Hey, get out of there," the vendor yelled at them. The elves scrambled out of the stall, then ran down one of the side streets, and made several turns.
Suddenly Legolas shoved Elwen into a doorway. They turned to look around the corner. Nobody coming. Elwen's body pressed up against Legolas's.
"I love it when you're forceful, elf of Mirkwood," Elwen said. He began nuzzling Legolas's neck.
"I think we lost him," Legolas said. "Elwen, control yourself." He pushed the Rivendell elf away.
"Being this close to you confuses my senses," Elwen said, grinning. "Perhaps it's time for a little prelude of what's in store for you tonight."
Legolas was still looking around the corner when Elwen took the prince's chin in his hand and pulled him into a hard kiss. He smashed his whole body up against the blond elf, pushing him back into the door. Legolas couldn't move even if he wanted to. Elwen's hand slid down to cup the bulge in the prince's leggings, a bulge that grew rapidly by the minute.
When Elwen finally broke the kiss, Legolas struggled to speak. "Elwen, this isn't the time . . ." he began. Elwen claimed the prince's lips again in staccato kisses, silencing any attempts at protest, while he stroked Legolas to hardness. Then, abruptly, the raven-haired elf knelt, pushed Legolas's tunic up, and began unlacing his leggings.
"No! Not here," Legolas said, grabbing the laces and trying to tie them again.
Elwen knocked the prince's hands away, then freed Legolas's cock from the confining garment. Immediately he took it all into his hot mouth, licking him all over, and then moving rapidly back and forth on the tip, while at the same time pumping with his hand.
Legolas staggered backward against the door. Gods, what an incredible sensation! All he could do was gasp for air. Elwen took him deep into his throat, sucking with such skill and speed that Legolas could rapidly feel himself coming to completion. With what was left of his addled senses, the prince detected footsteps coming down the street.
"Unhhh, Elwen," he whispered frantically, then threw his head back, and emitted a strangled moan, as he came in an explosion of pleasure, which Elwen sucked down.
Just then, a figure rounded the corner. He was looking from side to side as if searching for something. Elwen stood up and whirled to face the intruder. He grasped a piece of his cloak in one hand and leaned against the doorframe, the cloak hanging across his arm like a curtain and effectively screening Legolas's body.
Elwen swallowed a last mouthful. "Well, good afternoon, Goran," he said pleasantly. "What brings you here?" The dark-haired elf ran a finger along his front teeth.
Goran looked surprised. "I might say the same to ya, elf," he said, harshly. "I'm just on an errand from my father. Didn't expect to see ya here." He paused, looking at Legolas. "What's wrong with him?"
Legolas was inhaling in ragged gasps. His face was flushed. He shuddered, then made a hitching movement behind Elwen's cloak to put himself back in his pants. Legolas attempted to speak, but could only manage a wry grimace.
"He occasionally gets these fits." Elwen said calmly. "He's been like that since he was an elfling. It'll pass."
"Shouldn't we take him to the healer?" said Goran suspiciously.
"No, no healer. I'll . . . be . . . fine," Legolas gasped out.
"If ya say so," Goran said. He paused, looking at Legolas with a knit brow. "Well, I'd best be on my way. This errand won't wait. I expect I'll see ye at the festival tonight. Meril and Nissa have been talking about it all day."
"Of, of course, we agreed to go with them," Legolas said, somewhat recovering his composure.
"You see, the fit is passing already," Elwen said. "Well, we must be going also, bargaining to do, you know. 'Bye now, Goran." He pulled Legolas out of the doorway, and wrapping the cloak around his back, supported him on his shoulder as they walked slowly down the street. The innkeeper's son stared after them, then turned, and slipped into a nearby alley.
A laugh exploded from Elwen. "Whew! That was close," he howled.
"You!" Legolas said. "You are going to get me in so much trouble!" He pulled up the edge of his tunic, reached down, and relaced his leggings, pulling the ties tight with a jerk.
"Got you," Elwen said archly. "Tell me it wasn't worth it." He reached across his body and gently squeezed Legolas's cock. The prince inhaled sharply, as he was still tender from the force of the orgasm.
"He occasionally gets these fits. Been like that since he was an elfling," Legolas snorted, mimicking Elwen's words. "You know what, I'm just going to kill you!" He pulled his knife out of its sheath.
Elwen pulled his knife, and they circled one another, feinting, then Elwen took off running down the street.
"To kill me, first you have to catch me, melethron," he said, grinning over his shoulder. Legolas followed in hot pursuit.
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