Title & Chapter Number: Dragon Fever 15/21
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 15 - Fever
Meril ran to her room, slammed the door, and threw herself on her bed. She began to cry. Her actions had sentenced Legolas and Elwen to death! Why did she tell Father she saw them lying together? She had just been so shocked at finding them like that and now it was too late. She thought, what a fool I am! I did this to Legolas, who was so kind to me.
She sobbed until her face grew hot and no more tears would come.
Goran! He had set this up. She knew it. He told her that Elwen and Legolas were up already, and to go in without knocking. And Father! He was right there with the armed men. This was no accident. Why would they also arrest the other elves? It made no sense, unless they hoped to gain some advantage. But there could be no advantage in this, could there? Father and Goran must know that the wood elves would be here with an army as soon as they heard. Father wouldn't dare really execute the prince, would he? What kind of game was he playing at?
She had hoped for Legolas's love herself, but she had known that was impossible. She thought again of the way Elwen and Legolas looked lying together, examining the memory carefully: Elwen's smooth, shiny buttocks, long black hair spread over his back, his arm and leg thrown over Legolas possessively; Legolas's chin resting on Elwen's head, the golden hair mingling with black, and cascading over his shapely chest, his arm about Elwen's shoulder. So beautiful and innocent. So tender.
She realized that the thought of them making love was appealing. More than appealing, it was erotic. A warm heat spread throughout her abdomen. She imagined the lovers waking up, kissing tenderly, their hands wandering over each other's lovely bodies . . . .
A new thought struck her. What was wrong with that? What was wrong with the way Goran felt about other men? Why did they even have such a terrible law condemning this kind of love? It was this law that made Goran so mean, made him hate those like himself.
Everything about this was wrong. No, she thought, I'm not going to allow the elves to die! I'm responsible for their plight. I'm going to have to do something about it!
She looked over at the other bed. Nissa was still under the covers. That's odd, she thought. Surely she would be up by now. Meril walked over and shook her sister's shoulder gently. Nissa moved slightly and moaned.
"Nissa, wake up," Meril said.
"Meril, I can't. I'm sick," Nissa whimpered. Meril felt her sister's forehead. She was burning up. Oh gods, thought Meril. What now?
"Nissa, I'll get some water to cool you down," she said rising quickly. I better find Thorvald, the healer, she thought. Maybe he'll know what to do. In the meantime, what about the elves? I've got to figure out how to free them, somehow.
~*~*~*~
The Lakemen marched Legolas, Elwen, and Talagan to a guard's room in the tower on the pier. Through narrow slits in the walls, they could just see the lake below. A guard was posted outside the door.
Legolas paced the room furiously while Talagan and Elwen sat on rough-hewn chairs and looked worried.
"I can't believe this is happening," Legolas said. "If I could get hold of Audun right now, I'd kick his teeth in!"
"Do you think they'll really try to execute us?" asked Elwen. "That would be an extremely unwise move as I doubt Thranduil would be happy about it."
Talagan said, "When Thrin escaped, Audun told his man to let him go so he could serve as a messenger to Thranduil. That tells me Audun hopes to use us as a bargaining chip. I don't think we're going to be executed any time soon."
"Thank the Valar for that," Elwen said. "I'm not planning to die anytime soon, especially not in this benighted backwater."
"I don't know what I want more," Legolas sighed, slumping into a chair, "that my father shows up and rescues us, or that he refuses to come and we're executed. At least that way I wouldn't have to face him."
Elwen moved his chair over and put his arm around Legolas's shoulder. "Don't talk like that, love. Your father should understand that this isn't your fault."
"But don't you see, it * is* my fault," Legolas said, pulling away from Elwen and putting his head in his hands. "I am sorry, Talagan. I was too proud and willful and I didn't listen to you. Now look what I've done."
"You had no idea, none of us did, that they would apply their foul law to us," Elwen cried. "And if it wasn't our relationship, Audun would have found something else. He is clearly desperate to hold onto his ill-gotten gold."
"What's done is done, Legolas," Talagan said. "Your father loves you. You remember that. Right now, we need to apply our talents to escaping, so Audun no longer has all our arrows in his quiver."
~*~*~*~
Audun sat in the Dragon's Bane Inn common room attempting to eat lunch, but a steady trickle of townspeople were coming in to see him. The stories were all eerily similar.
"Master Audun," said a young man. "My mother lies in bed with a fever. I fear she may die. She told me she had a dream last night about the elf that played the violin at the celebration. She said he turned into my dead father. She woke up dreadfully ill. I fear she may die. And that's not all! I have heard the same story from others. Many people are coming down with a fever, but none who did not attend the festival. And here's something else," he lowered his voice, "many report their dreams were of a . . . sensual nature. It's an outrage. We suspect the elves are practicing sorcery!"
"Aye, I've heard your story and others," said Audun. "I have the elves in my custody. The Council will decide their fate."
"But Master, you must get them to remove their spell!," the young man said.
"Go home and tend to your mother. I'll see what can be done," Audun said. There was an angry murmur of voices. Audun ran a hand across his forehead. This was complicating his plans. Could those elves really have bewitched his people? He remembered his own erotic dreams of the last two nights. Could there be a connection? What should he do?
~*~*~*~
In the late afternoon, Goran walked briskly over to the guard tower on the pier, carrying a basket of food for the prisoners. Tucked in the bottom of it was a coil of rope. He wore a long knife at his side, and carried a heavy, loaded crossbow slung over his shoulder by a strap. All day he had thought of the two elves as he had seen them lying together in bed that morning. The image was making him mad with desire. They will be under my power now, he thought. They will have to do as I bid.
He entered the tower and climbed the stairs. The guard stood when he appeared. "Oh it's ya, Goran," he said. "What d'ya want?"
"Roald, Father told me to bring food to the prisoners," he said. The guard lifted the cloth on the basket. There was bread, fruit, and a water bottle.
"All right," he said. He took the key ring from his belt and opened the door. Goran slipped in and the guard closed it behind him.
The elves immediately stood when he entered. "I brought ya some dinner," Goran said. He set the basket down on the rickety table.
"Well, it's about time, Goran," said Legolas. "We haven't eaten all day. This is a fine way to treat your guests."
"Ya don't seem to recognize the seriousness of yer position, Prince," Goran said. "By this time tomorrow, ye may all be lying at the bottom of the lake."
"And you would be pleased by that," Elwen said.
"Not really," Goran said, "But I don't see that we have any choice."
Legolas leapt at Goran, coming within two feet of him before Goran swung up the crossbow, aiming it at him.
"Don't even think about it!" Goran said, "This'll put a nasty hole in ya, and the guard outside is armed also. Ya wouldn't get far even if ya bested me."
"You think not," Legolas said grimly. He sat down and the other elves followed suit. Talagan reached into the basket and started bringing out the food.
"Do you really believe your father is going to get away with this?" Legolas continued, ripping off a hunk of bread and passing it to Elwen. "Do you know what my father will do to this little town if anything happens to one of us?"
"I have a good idea," said Goran. "Don't worry. After *my* father gets what he wants, he'll set ye free."
"How can we be sure of that?" Elwen asked.
"Ya have no assurances, elf." He pulled a chair up and sat in it, waiting until they had eaten. Then he took out his rope. "Prince, come over here, very slowly," he directed.
Elwen and Legolas looked at each other. "What do you intend to do, Goran?" Legolas asked.
"I'm taking ya outside, for . . . questioning."
Elwen could sense the quickening of Goran's blood. He looked at Legolas, who nodded at him. They stood. Elwen put his arm around Legolas's shoulders.
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather take both of us out for your *questioning*?" Elwen asked teasingly. Goran licked his lips nervously as he looked from one to the other.
"We could be most informative," Legolas said. He put his arm around Elwen's waist. Elwen turned and nibbled on the prince's ear, who closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
"Oh look, love, you've got crumbs on your lip," Elwen said. He leaned forward and licked the corner of Legolas's mouth. The prince pushed his tongue clear of his lips to meet Elwen's tongue and they sinuously stroked the tips together.
Goran felt hot, tiny shocks shudder through his loins as he watched Legolas devour Elwen's mouth in a deep, searching kiss while wrapping his arms around the dark-haired elf. Elwen stroked his hands down Legolas's buttocks, pulling the prince's hips into his.
Talagan stood and grimly looked out the window.
"All right, that's enough," Goran said, moving forward and gesturing at them with the crossbow. "I know what yer trying to do and it won't work."
Elwen turned and looked at Goran seductively, while Legolas nuzzled his neck. "Have you ever been the meat between two pieces of elvish waybread, Goran?"
Goran's head reeled. Those were exactly the words Elwen had spoken to him in his dream! It was uncanny. Ya shouldn't listen to him, he told himself. They're just trying to trick ya. But the aching in his crotch couldn't be denied. Against his better judgment, he decided to take both of them upstairs. I can tie them up, he thought. They won't get away.
"Stand away from each other," he commanded. He backed up and knocked on the door. The guard opened it and looked in. "I need to take these two out for questioning," Goran said to the guard. "Watch them, while I bind their hands."
"Audun didn't say anything about this," the guard fretted.
"It's my father's orders," Goran said. He spoke to Legolas. "Turn around. Put yer hands behind yer back."
Legolas did so, and Goran cut a length of rope and bound his hands securely, glancing up frequently to make sure the others didn't move. "Elwen, yer next." Elwen turned and Goran bound him as well.
"Roald, help me take 'em to the room upstairs. Move!" He prodded his bow in Legolas's back and they headed for the open door.
"Legolas!" Talagan cried in an anguished voice.
Legolas turned and looked over his shoulder. It's all right, he mouthed at Talagan. Then he said, "Talagan, I'm sure we'll be back as soon as Goran's, ah, curiosity, is satisfied."
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