Title & Chapter Number: Dragon Fever 14/21
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 14 - Treachery
Elwen and Legolas entered their room and Elwen turned the lock behind him. Then he grinned at Legolas.
"You enjoyed that!" he said.
"Yes, actually. She was charming company. Are you jealous?" Legolas pulled his jerkin over his head and tossed it on the chair.
"Not as long as you end up in *my* bed, elf," Elwen said. He advanced on Legolas, pulled him close, and took his mouth in a searing kiss.
"You want it again, elf of Imladris?" Legolas asked mischievously, breaking free. "I would have thought this afternoon's tryst with the knife was enough. You must be insatiable."
"Oh, melethron-nîn, I can never get enough of you," Elwen breathed, kissing the prince's face, his eyelids, lipping his tender ears. "I am going to take you until you scream." He bit hard on Legolas's neck.
"Ah, such promises," said the prince, grabbing Elwen's hips and pulling them into his. "The question is, will you deliver on them?"
"I'll deliver all right . . . inside you," said Elwen. "I'm on fire for you. Get rid of these confounded garments." He loosened the laces on Legolas's tunic and pulled it off him. Legolas was undressing Elwen at the same time, kissing him frantically.
"I ache for you, also, lirimaer," Legolas sighed, between kisses. "I want to be pleasured by a musician's hands. You were magnificent tonight." He looked at Elwen, the corners of his eyes crinkled. "I always enjoy watching you play your instrument."
Elwen laughed and pushed Legolas backward onto the bed. He climbed on top of him. "I'd rather play yours, elf."
He reached down and cupped the prince's growing erection, caressing it to full size. He began licking and biting the prince's chest, spending some time torturing his nipples before moving up to his face again. He kissed Legolas's top lip, then the bottom, occasionally flicking his tongue into the prince's mouth.
Legolas laughed with delight as Elwen began kissing and nibbling all the tender places he'd identified the night before, moving steadily down his long, slender torso, plying his tongue along the indentation that outlined the prince's loins, nipping the tender skin on the inside of his thighs. Then he cupped the prince's balls, licking them gently. Finally, he plunged his mouth over Legolas's straining organ. The prince whimpered in pleasure as Elwen licked and sucked on him as enthusiastically as he had done in the market that morning.
"Stop, lover, oh, gods! I can't take that," Legolas cried in ecstasy. "Come up here and kiss me with that clever mouth."
Elwen raised his head and moved back up, lying full length upon the prince. Legolas looked deeply into his eyes, half-lidded, with long, dark eyelashes, his pupils wide with desire within the light violet iris. What a beautiful being, Legolas thought. His heart swelled with love.
Elwen slowly ground his erection against the prince's while teasing his ears with his tongue. Legolas moaned and writhed under the ebony-haired elf.
"I can't wait. Take me now," he said, gathering up Elwen's hair, twisting it around his fingers.
Elwen sat up. "Where is that oil?" he asked.
"It's up there on the shelf. Oh, curse of Mandos, I used the last of it on your training exercise this afternoon," Legolas said. "No matter, take me without it."
Elwen tapped his lip with a forefinger. "Not a wise idea, elf. Especially if you have to sit in a canoe during a long trip tomorrow." He got up and pulled on his leggings.
"Now where are you going?" Legolas complained. "How cruel you are!"
"Consider it repayment for the knife play this afternoon," Elwen grinned. "Actually, I thought I'd go down to the kitchen and see if I can find some oil." He bent down and kissed Legolas hard on the lips. "Now, don't go pleasuring yourself without me."
"Wretched tease!" Legolas groaned. "I'll have lost my resolve by the time you get back."
"I'm sure I'll be able to *stiffen* it again." Elwen grinned, squeezing his hand around Legolas's erection.
He slipped his tunic over his head, opened the door, and padded barefoot down the stairs.
The Imladris elf headed for the kitchen. He could see a light shining within, as the door was slightly ajar. He opened the door and peered around it. A lamp hung from the ceiling illuminating Goran who was putting dishes in the cupboard. It highlighted Goran's cheekbones and forehead and cast deep shadows under his eyes. He looked up at Elwen and a crafty expression settled over his face.
"What brings ya here so late, elf? I'd thought ya'd long gone to bed. But perhaps not to sleep, eh?"
"I might ask the same of you, Goran. Weren't you worn out with dancing tonight?"
"Hardly." Goran paused. "Ya play a mean fiddle, Elwen," he acknowledged, genuine respect in his voice.
"Thank you. Since you enjoyed it, perhaps you can help me. I need a bottle of olive oil," Elwen said. "The prince wants to sharpen his blade."
Goran looked at him sidelong. "Aye, I'll bet he does. Ya needn't lie to me, elf. I know full well what it's for." He reached up on a shelf and pulled down a flask filled with pale yellow liquid. He shook it gently as he advanced menacingly toward Elwen.
"So, tell me," he said, "what's it like to take the prince? To taste those pretty lips? To run your hands over his smooth, white skin? Does he cry and beg for your tool? Does he like being ridden like a woman?" He smiled maliciously, "Or is that your role?"
"Your words sully what is fair beyond your imagining." Elwen raised his chin. "But I know that you tried to taste his lips yourself, Goran. I'll not be baited into a fight. If you are so hot on enjoying these pleasures, find yourself a bedmate. You are attractive enough."
"So easy for ya to say, elf. In Esgaroth, that pleasure, if discovered, buys ya death. Would ya be willing to take that risk?"
For one night with the prince, yes, Elwen thought, but he said, "I find it strange that love expressed between any two beings should be judged as evil by others whose business it is not. But then, men are strange to me! If this troubles you, perhaps it's time to leave this town and seek solace in the wider world."
"To do what? Here I have work, kin. It's not possible." Goran pushed the flask of oil roughly into Elwen's hand. "Here's your pleasure aid. Use it well tonight."
Suddenly Elwen stepped forward, bent his head, and claimed the man's lips in a wanton kiss that ended in a sharp smacking sound. He pulled back, his eyes glittering, and Goran looked at him in astonishment, as heat rushed to his loins.
"Take that to bed with you tonight," Elwen said, smiling wickedly. "And you should know that the prince likes it in any way I give it to him."
He turned and left the room.
Enjoy him while ya may, elf, Goran thought. And after they arrest ye tomorrow, perhaps *I* can figure out a way to enjoy him or even better, both of ya.
~*~*~*~
Elwen thrashed uneasily in the sheets. He had been having a very pleasant dream, a continuation of his recent lovemaking with the prince, but then the dream shifted and he was paddling a canoe on the lake through a thick mist. He heard eerie cries around him. He knew he was urgently looking for something. For Legolas. Where was he?
The Imladris elf found a place where the mist boiled up from the water's surface. He leaned over and thought he could see the prince's face under the water, distorted into an elongated shape. Then he felt extremely sick. A spout of water roared up into a moving mass, twisting this way and that. In the center were two large, fiery eyes, pupils like a black slit. A long, black claw slowly extended from the vortex. A sharp pain shot through his chest.
Elwen sat up suddenly, his chest heaving. He was in his room at the Dragon's Bane Inn. He looked down at Legolas, sleeping peacefully, his skin turned silvery blue in the moonlight. Elwen sighed in relief. Just a dream. Feeling feverish, the Imladris elf pressed a hand to his own forehead.
~*~*~*~
Nissa looked up at Elwen standing on the platform, playing the violin. The sound of the chords vibrated and tingled through her body, lodging in her abdomen. The elf stepped down and folded her in his arms, his lips soft and warm against hers. He pressed his hands against her rear rubbing his hips against hers. How she ached for him.
She was naked, lying bent over on her back on a table. He was pounding into her and she gasped and screamed with each stroke, the pleasure intense. She stared into his beautiful face, violet eyes boring into her, his long, dark hair swinging gently. She felt her release at the same time he threw back his head and cried out. Her whole body flushed with heat.
Nissa opened her eyes. She felt extremely hot, despite the cold air moving by her.
~*~*~*~
Audun, head of the Merchant's Guild felt an overwhelming urge.
He lit a lantern, slipped out of his room, and went down the rickety stairs to the wine cellar. The innkeeper pulled a wine rack away from the wall revealing a door. He squeezed his large belly past the rack and entered the room. The man held up his lantern. A pile of gold, about the width and height of a cart, glittered on the floor.
Such beauty! Dragon gold from Smaug's hoard. Now mine, he thought. All mine! I earned this. I was the one that first thought of trading the elves' goods to Dale for this. I deserve it. The elves won't get it because I won't let them. I will kill the prince first!
Lowering himself to the floor, he shoved his arms into the pile as far as they would go. The coins felt cold and heavy. He rolled on his back in the pile, picking up handfuls and dropping them onto his chest. They landed with pleasant, ringing sound. The coins crunched as he wriggled into them, making a nest for his body. Audun laughed with joy. So beautiful, he thought, as beautiful as a lover.
Audun could feel his face growing hot, a painful erection pressing against his breeches. He untied the laces and slid his hand into his pants, stroking himself and moaning. He pulled his cock free, spit on his hand, and continued his motions until he finally erupted in thick white globs that spewed over his hand and onto the unfeeling coins.
He could smell smoke, then felt a rumbling, evil laughter, emanating from the gold. He suddenly shivered in a cold breeze.
~*~*~*~
Goran awoke in the early dawn, his face covered in sweat.
What a nightmare! he thought. It had started out like the one he dreamed the previous night in which he had bedded Legolas and Elwen, but this time, he heard Elwen's fiddle playing just as he pushed his heated erection into the prince. Suddenly, he felt a knife plunge into his back. The pain was intense.
He got up shakily, dressed, then crept upstairs, taking the key to Legolas and Elwen's room out of his pocket. Slowly, carefully, he fitted it to the door and turned it. Opening it a crack, he peeked in. Perfect, he thought. The sleeping prince and his dark-haired lover were lying naked in the tousled bed sheets, wrapped in each other's arms. He paused a long minute to fix that alluring image in his memory, then he carefully closed the door again and went downstairs to his father's room. Audun was up and dressed.
"Mornin' Father. Are yer men ready?" Goran asked.
"Aye, sitting in the common room," Audun said.
"I'll deliver the prince to yer hands shortly, Father. I'm sending Meril up with breakfast."
"Good boy," Audun said gruffly.
"What's the matter, Father," Goran said. "Ya don't look well."
"Nothing. I had a nightmare last night, is all," Audun said.
Goran looked at him a moment, then decided against saying anything about his own disturbing dream.
The young man went to the kitchen and found Meril bustling about, humming. "Oh good, Meril, yer up," Goran said. "The prince and Elwen asked for breakfast sent up as soon as possible. They're hoping to get off early," he smiled at his own private joke. "No need to knock. They're up and the door is open."
"Oh, aye," she said. "I was just making it ready."
She put the tea pot, cups, and biscuits on the tray, then she lifted it on her shoulder, and headed up the stairs. Goran hovered behind her and stopped at the base of the stairs. She hesitated a minute outside the elves' door, then gently opened it. Meril's mouth dropped open at the sight.
Both elves were completely naked. Legolas lay on his back, resting his head on one raised arm and the other wrapped around Elwen's shoulders. The Imladris elf was on his side, his face pressed into Legolas's neck, an arm draped over the prince's chest, and one leg thrown over his groin. The sheets had slipped down to the top of Elwen's thighs, revealing a strong back and shapely buttocks, shiny with oil. The bedcovers were in a wild disarray. Meril gasped slightly as she saw the glitter of elven eyes under half-closed lids, but as the elves made no move, she thought perhaps they weren't aware of her.
She closed the door gently and stood with her back to the wall, holding the tray and breathing hard. So, what Goran had said was true! She felt shocked, and then angry. Why did he kiss me? Was he just mocking me?
Then Goran was at her side, with a jar in his hands.
"Ya forgot the honey, sis. Why, what's the matter?"
"Oh, yer right. Why did I doubt ya?" she cried. "They *are* lovers!"
"What? Are ya sure?" Goran said. "This is an offense to our people! Something must be done about it." He took off down the hall.
"No, Goran! Where are ya going?" Meril called.
~*~*~*~
Legolas stirred and looked up. There was a breath of fresh air in the room and he thought he heard the door latch click. Then he heard Meril and Goran's voice in the hall and Meril call, "No Goran!"
"Elwen, get up, now!" Legolas said urgently. "I suspect some devilry on the part of that Goran." They leapt up and pulled on their leggings. They were sliding their tunics over their heads when they heard the heavy clumping of boots and a group of six men from the village burst into the room with drawn bows and swords. Audun sauntered in. He came toward them, his hands on his hips.
"So," he crowed, "the Prince of Mirkwood has aberrant appetites. Are ya aware of the laws against that in this town?"
"Yes," said Legolas, "but I didn't think those laws applied to outsiders."
"If one of the Lakemen came to Mirkwood and murdered an elf, I'm sure ya'd seek to carry out your own laws," Audun said.
"This is an outrage, Audun," Elwen said. "You wouldn't be doing this if Legolas hadn't forced you to sign that agreement. You've no right!"
"No, my dear elf, ya 've no rights. As of now, ye are under arrest for committing unnatural love acts," Audun said. "And as head of the Town Council, I am sentencing ya two to death. Take them to the lock up."
"You have no evidence for this accusation," Legolas said.
"Meril," Audun left the room and hauled his trembling daughter inside. "Did ya witness these two lying with each other?"
She nodded her head, looking sorrowfully at Legolas.
"Take them," Audun said. "And because I'm not without a heart, I'll even let ye finish dressing. Ya two," he motioned at the Lakemen, "go across the hall and arrest the other two elves."
"Talagan!" Legolas yelled.
~*~*~*~
Talagan had gotten up swiftly when he heard the heavy feet going up the stairs. He opened his door, peered out and immediately sensed that something was very wrong. "Thrin," he shook the other elf. "Make haste! Get dressed."
Thrin jumped up and drew his tunic and boots on over the leggings he already wore. "Quick," said Talagan. "Take the agreement, and your bow, and go to the King. Tell him we'll need an armed host of elves here to settle this problem."
"Yes, Seneschal," Thrin said.
"Out the window with you," Talagan said. He pulled a coil of rope, fixed it fast to the table and then opened the window. Shouldering his equipment, Thrin rappelled backward out the window while Talagan played out the rope. The seneschal heard Legolas desperately cry his name, but he continued slowly lowering Thrin. The elf had just reached the ground when the armed men burst into the room. They seized the seneschal and pulled his arms behind his back. Talagan saw Thrin look up and then run as fast as he could down the alley.
"Audun, one of them is getting away," one of the men called. Audun came in the room and looked out the window.
"Let him go," he said. "It'll just save us the trouble of sending a messenger to Thranduil."
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