Title & Chapter Number: Dragon Fever 16/21
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 16 - Elvish Waybread
Goran and the guard herded the elves up a winding narrow stone staircase to a garret at the top of the tower. Roald took the key off his ring and handed it to Goran who opened the door. He motioned the elves inside.
"I'll call for ya when I'm done," Goran said to the guard. Roald looked at him, shook his head, and left.
Goran turned to examine his two prizes standing there with their hands bound behind them. They looked at him like hawks watching a mouse.
"Now what, Goran?" Legolas asked.
"Think you can handle both of us?" Elwen smiled.
"Nay, I know better than to get too near ya two," said Goran. "I think, for now, I'll have ya do each other and I'll watch."
"Watching is not near as enjoyable as participating," Elwen said, moving toward the man.
"Stop, right there," Goran brandished the crossbow, "or I'll put a hole in that pretty skin of yers." He sat down in a chair. "Now go and kiss the prince, like ya were doing downstairs." Elwen leaned over, his hands tied behind his back, and kissed Legolas.
"Deeper kiss," said Goran. "That's it." He sat back in his chair. This was going to be fun. "Now, I want yer clothes off."
"That's going to be hard to do with our hands tied," Legolas said. Goran came over, and holding the bow in one shaky hand, drew his knife through Elwen's bonds. The rope dropped away and the elf rubbed his wrists.
"Release me, also," said Legolas.
"Nothing doing. I'm taking enough of a risk letting this one free. Elwen, take your clothes off!"
The elf complied. He stood there shivering a bit in the cool air, his nipples taut. Goran drank in the sight of his shapely beauty. "Now remove his," Goran gestured with his knife. Elwen lifted Legolas's tunic over his head as far as it would go before it caught on the prince's tied hands, then Elwen took off Legolas's boots and leggings. As Elwen pulled his leg out of the material, the prince became unbalanced and fell back against the wall. The dark-haired elf reached out a hand to steady him.
"Ya two look quite tasty," Goran said. "Hmm. What would be fun to do? I don't think either of ya is stimulated enough. Prince, I want ya on your knees. Suck him."
Legolas sank down on the floor. He gently lipped Elwen's cock, then he took it in his mouth, and began moving back and forth. Elwen rested his hands on the prince's shoulders. Soon, he was moaning and pumping his hips.
"Now that's a fine sight," Goran said. "The high and mighty prince with his mouth around a cock." He went back to the chair, rested the crossbow on his knee, spread his legs apart, and began stroking himself through his breeches.
Elwen bucked his hips hard and made incoherent cries. "Nay, that's enough," said Goran. "Yer not allowed to come yet, elf." He got up and put his knife under the prince's chin.
Legolas pulled his mouth off Elwen and looked up at Goran, his eyes glittering. "You have no idea what kind of fire you're playing with," he said.
"Yer in my power, elf. I'd advise ya to remember that," Goran said. He looked at Elwen's erection. "I can see why yer attracted to him, prince. He's got a fair pole there. I think I'd like to see him do ya with it."
"We've no oil, here," Elwen objected.
"D'ya think I care about that?" Goran snarled. "Wet him with yer tongue, then. First, suck on him, like he just did to ya."
Elwen smiled down at Legolas and twined his fingers gently in the prince's hair. Legolas stood up and Elwen slowly lowered himself on his knees. He took Legolas into his mouth and began moving. The prince leaned back against the wall with a moan.
"Goran, don't you want him to do this to you? He's really . . .quite . . . good," Legolas gasped. The prince's fair face contorted with pleasure; his mouth dropped open slightly, and he moaned again.
Goran's groin was on fire as he watched Elwen work on the prince. The man reached into his breeches and withdrew his own erect member, wetting his hand, and sliding it back and forth.
"Do you remember finding us in the alley?" Legolas panted. "He had just done this to me. Ah gods!" He thrashed against the wall. "Remember? I was incapable . . . of speech afterward. You'll never . . . feel anything like it, again, . . . Goran, I promise."
Legolas's moans increased, a sound hard to distinguish between pleasure and agony. He gave a great cry and thrust his hips forward. Elwen's throat moved as he swallowed.
Goran was in a fevered state. He pumped himself, thinking of that hot mouth on his cock. He imagined all the ways he might enjoy these two tonight and all rational thought fled. "All right," he said. He gestured at Legolas. "Ya get over there and sit in the chair. Elwen, come over here."
The Imladris elf got up, wiping his mouth. He came over and stood near the man, who shoved him down on his haunches, pushing his cock toward the elf's face. He grasped the back of Elwen's head with one hand and held the knife at his throat with the other. "If ya try anything funny, either of ya, I'll cut his throat," Goran said, looking at Legolas.
With a sudden movement, Elwen grabbed both Goran's wrists tightly, pushing them into the air. Goran let out a cry of pain and surprise, astonished at the elf's strength. He thrashed his knife hand, trying to reach Elwen.
Legolas flew across the room, moving faster than Goran would have thought possible. The prince whirled around, like a thunderbolt kicked the man forcefully in the head, knocking him over on his side. The knife clattered on the floor. The world spun and went black.
Elwen lunged for the knife, grabbed it, and crouched, holding it ready in case the human came at them again. Legolas scooped up the crossbow. He went over to Goran and shoved him with his foot, but the man appeared to be out cold.
"Are you all right?" Legolas asked Elwen. "He didn't touch you, did he? If so, I'll kill him."
Elwen smiled grimly. "No, meleth-nīn.* And as much as you may want to kill him, it would probably be better for our relations with the Lakemen if you didn't."
"Yes, you're probably right. How unfortunate, I'll have to forego that pleasure. Let's figure out how to get out of here," the prince said.
Elwen cut Legolas's bonds. They hauled off Goran's breeches and fished the keys from his pocket, then they tied his hands and feet securely. Elwen ripped a length of cloth from Goran's tunic and gagged him. As an afterthought, Elwen picked up the breeches, wadded them up and then pushed them out the narrow window.
Goran moved, groaning heavily. Elwen kicked him in the head again.
"Now *that* felt good," Elwen said. "I think we should just leave him like that. He'll have an interesting time explaining how he lost his pants."
They dressed quickly and unlocked the door. With elven stealth, they crept down the stairs, holding the weapons ready. When they got to the landing, they looked around the corner, very slowly. The guard was slumped on the floor, sound asleep and the door to their cell was ajar. The elves looked at each other quizzically.
Carefully, they went to the door and peered in. Standing there were Talagan and Meril! They entered and Talagan's face relaxed as he smiled broadly. He ran over and embraced the prince.
"Thank the Valar," he said. "Did that human hurt you?"
"No, we're all right," Legolas said. He looked at Meril somberly. Her face crumpled up.
She came over and knelt before him. "Forgive me, Prince. I betrayed ya, all of ye," she looked at the others. "I was wrong and I've come to make amends."
"What did you do to the guard?" Elwen asked.
"Just a sleeping draught in some beer. He'll wake up with a headache, is all," she explained. She smiled. "That one always did fancy me."
"We have to move quickly, Talagan," said Legolas. "Meril, you asked to make amends." He raised her to her feet. "Can you get us out of here?"
"Aye. As I came here, few were moving on the streets. The town seems deserted. Many people are ill with the fever."
"What?" Talagan said.
"Ya haven't heard? Many, including Nissa, have a strange fever. We know not whence it comes, but it is rumored that ye are sorcerers and are the cause."
"Oh, that's good," Elwen said sarcastically. "So, if your folk don't execute us for our nasty lovemaking, they'll kill us for practicing black magic!"
"I'd say the faster we get out of here, the better," said Legolas.
"Thorvald can do nothing about the illness. I fear he is sick as well," Meril said with a catch in her voice. "'Tis said that the elves have healers that can do wondrous things, even cheat death. Can't you send some here?"
Legolas frowned. "Meril, after all that's happened here, it is unlikely the elves will be aiding this town for quite some time," he said.
She nodded, then handed them their elven cloaks. "I got these from your rooms. Put the hoods over your heads. I have two canoes moored beneath us, with food and supplies. I think we can get away under cover of darkness. Even now, dusk approaches."
Legolas bowed to her. "You are forgiven, Meril."
They slipped out of the tower and made it to the boats undetected. "Talagan, you and Elwen in one, I'll take the other," Legolas said as he climbed in.
"But Legolas," Meril whispered. "I'm coming too!"
"Meril, you can't. For one thing, they'll surely come after us to retrieve you," Legolas said.
"I need to come with you to plead with the king to send some healers. If I come, he'll see we aren't all bad. Besides, I want to see your palace and then the lands far beyond. Legolas, don't leave me here," Meril pleaded.
"No," Legolas said firmly. "Go care for your sister."
"A neighbor woman is caring for her, as well as I could. We need elvish medicine, Legolas."
Legolas shook his head and started to push away from the dock. Meril took a running jump and landed in his boat, causing it to rock wildly. Legolas swirled his paddle to steady it.
"If ya don't take me, Prince, I'll scream, and you'll be discovered," Meril said.
Talagan and Elwen were already gliding off in the gathering darkness. "Come on, Legolas," hissed Elwen.
"This is against my better judgment," Legolas whispered, as he dipped his paddle noiselessly in the water.
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*meleth-nīn - my love
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