Title & Chapter Number: Dragon Fever 11/21
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 11 Sharp Passion
Legolas chased Elwen to the door of the Dragon's Bane Inn. Once inside, they both walked sedately past the common room and carefully up the stairs. But as soon as they reached the second floor, Elwen sprinted to their room and attempted to shut the door on Legolas. The prince pushed hard from the other side. For a moment, there was a war back and forth, both of them laughing, then Legolas pushed the door open wide enough to wedge himself inside. He closed it and turned the key in the lock. Then, breathing hard from the run, he pulled his knife out of the scabbard and advanced on Elwen.
"I think you should pay for that bit of mischief in the village," Legolas said.
"Ooh, I shiver in anticipation," Elwen said, retreating slowly.
Legolas moved closer. "Take off your knife," he said.
Elwen undid the belt and dropped it to the floor. Legolas used the tip of his knife to slowly pull loose the ties of Elwen's jerkin. Elwen reached down and started to undo them himself.
"Uh, did I tell you, you could do that?" Legolas said, using the knife tip to fend off Elwen's hands. Elwen dropped his arms to his side and looked at him quizzically. Legolas brought the tip of the knife close to the pulse in Elwen's throat, and let it hover there for a minute. "Now you can take it off," Legolas said, backing up. Elwen pulled the jerkin off over his head and flung it on the chair.
"Now the tunic," Legolas said. Elwen took that off as well. "The boots," Legolas continued, circling around him with the knife. Elwen sat on the bed and pulled the boots off, one by one. "The leggings," Legolas said. Elwen slid those off and stood again, completely naked, and looking a little nervous.
Legolas reached for the bottle of oil that Elwen had brought. He poured a little onto his hand and began stroking the oil down Elwen's arms and chest.
The prince took the knife and slowly shaved it over Elwen's upper arm, angling the blade so that it wouldn't cut. The sharp edge pulled a thin sheen of oil along the smooth skin.
"This is a little training exercise," Legolas purred. "It gives a warrior respect for the blade. It lets your skin become familiar with its touch." He ran it down Elwen's chest. "It teaches control." Legolas leaned down and nibbled Elwen's left nipple, until he could feel it bead up under his tongue, then he bit it gently. Elwen gasped and his chest heaved as Legolas moved to the other one.
"It teaches trust." Legolas's voice was soft and seductive as he stroked the knife over Elwen's pectoral muscles. "I was quite young when one of my father's guards conducted this training with me. The lesson ended in lust on the floor of the practice room."
Legolas leaned forward and blew on Elwen's chest. The Rivendell elf shivered. "And how could it not? The blade excites passion," the prince continued. "I never told anyone about that . . . until now. If my father had known, he would have exiled the guard . . . or worse."
He paused while shaving the blade over the curve of Elwen's ribs, then said, "he was quite beautiful. Does that make you jealous?" Legolas licked the point of Elwen's nipple again.
"No," Elwen breathed, "it excites me."
"Good." Legolas set down the knife, poured some more oil into his hands, rubbed it over Elwen's loins and upper thighs, and then seized Elwen's cock, stroking the oil over it. The dark-haired elf jerked involuntarily.
"I wouldn't do that love. If you move, it could have unfortunate consequences." Legolas picked up the knife again and scraped it over the Elwen's rippling stomach muscles.
Elwen was overcome with sensation; his skin was on fire where the blade had touched it. The edge of danger heightened his desire as the heat pooled in his loins. The prince stroked the knife past Elwen's hip and then he knelt and razored it up near the Imladris elf's hardened member. A few curls of dark hair fluttered to the floor.
"How much do you trust me?" Legolas asked, moving the knife up Elwen's inner thigh to rest alongside his balls.
"Right now, I trust you absolutely," Elwen said stiffly. "And so do any future generations of my family."
Legolas laughed. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue on the head of Elwen's cock, which responded by tilting upward. Then he mouthed the entire length, licking back and forth vigorously, enjoying the feel on his tongue. He stopped and drew the knife gently along Elwen's stiffened member, first on one side, then the other.
"You know," Elwen said between clenched teeth, "if you slip, there is no more fun tonight." A thin sheen of sweat appeared on his skin.
"I will not slip, elf of Imladris, if you do not move. Now I want you to stroke yourself." Legolas reached up, and grasping Elwen's hand, brought it to his cock. Then he dragged Elwen's hand back and forth, the oil producing a shiny glow on his skin.
"Continue doing that," Legolas said. He poured the last drops of the oil on his fingers and then, while he held the knife alongside Elwen's inner thigh with his right hand, he reached around and pushed a finger up into Elwen's tight opening with the other. The dark-haired elf gasped and ceased his motions.
"Don't stop, elf," Legolas commanded. He pushed another finger into him and then a third and probed up high, seeking his pleasure center. He knew he reached it when Elwen shuddered and cried out.
The prince continued probing rhythmically until Elwen finally said, "I can't take any more of this. I'm on fire!"
"What do you want?" Legolas said.
"I want you to finish me," Elwen gasped.
"How?" Legolas asked. He withdrew his fingers, then brought the knife around behind Elwen and shaved it over the high curve of his smooth buttocks.
"Any way you please," Elwen moaned.
"That's the right answer. Are you properly chastised for your little trick earlier?" Legolas continued moving the knife down over his gluteus muscles.
"Yes," Elwen said.
"Good. Go kneel on the bed." Legolas said. Elwen did so, and Legolas wiped the knife on his pants and put it back in the sheath. Then he rapidly pulled off his clothing and slid his oil soaked hand around his cock. He moved behind Elwen. "One more bit of punishment," he said. He slapped Elwen's buttocks several times quite hard until they turned bright red. Then he pushed his cock into his lover in one swift move. Elwen lurched forward onto his hands, biting back a cry.
"Ah, Valar, you're tight," Legolas said. "I'm not going to last long." He began to thrust hard and deep within the Rivendell elf.
"Neither am I," Elwen gasped.
"Say my name," Legolas commanded as he reached around and grasped Elwen's cock and began stroking him.
"Legolas! Melethron-nīn!*" Elwen cried out in a rush and spurted his seed over the prince's hand. Legolas immediately emptied himself within the dark-haired elf, feeling a fierce, hot glow rippling up from his cock throughout his whole body.
"Unhh," Legolas groaned, "gods, you are wonderful!"
Elwen collapsed onto the bed and Legolas crawled up next to him, pulling him close and throwing one leg over his hip. He brought his fingers up to Elwen's mouth, still glistening with the dark-haired elf's semen.
"Taste yourself," Legolas purred, "taste how delicious you are."
Elwen lapped Legolas's fingers clean. Legolas pulled Elwen's chin to him, and kissed him deeply, thrusting his tongue into Elwen's mouth, sharing the taste. They lay kissing softly, passionately for a long time. As they kissed, Legolas combed his fingers through Elwen's ebony hair, pulling it forward over his shoulders.
"Is my punishment over?" Elwen breathed into the prince's mouth. "If so, I'll see what I can do to merit some more."
"Later tonight, it'll be your turn to take the lead," Legolas said. "But soon, we've got to get ready for a dinner and then a festival. My love," he murmured, stroking Elwen's face, "I would much prefer to lie here with you, forever."
Elwen heaved a great sigh of contentment. The curtain moved with a faint hiss and Legolas shivered in a sudden, cool breeze.
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*Melethron-nīn - my lover
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