Title & Chapter Number: Dragon Fever 20/21
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 asequel to "Ohtarnil: A Warrior Love." The first andlast 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 20 - A Piece of His Heart
A bright fire burned on the hearth in King Thranduil's sitting room, lighting up the gloomy cave. The king had commanded that Legolas meet him here after breakfast and the prince anticipated the tongue lashing that his father had delayed until they could return to the palace. Outside the day was fair and warm, and the prince longed to be out in it, or anywhere but here. He felt older and grimmer than he ever remembered feeling in his life.
~*~*~*~
Legolas thought over the events of the past couple of days. Thranduil's army had arrived the day after they had delivered the gold to the dragon. The warriors had helped Talagan and a recovered Thrin distribute the cure to everyone in the village. Thranduil convened the Merchant's Guild, and this time, no one voiced any opposition to the trade agreement. Thranduil promised that they all would prosper in the years to come and offered the continued good will and protection of the wood elves.
The prince remembered Meril's and Nissa's tear stained faces as he said goodbye to them. "I am truly sorry for the loss of your father and brother," Legolas said. "Know that if I could have prevented it, I would have."
Meril nodded at him.
"What will you do now?" Legolas had asked.
"We have inherited the Dragon's Bane Inn," said Meril. "I guess I'm destined to run it as much as I didn't want that responsibility."
Legolas turned to his father. "Occasionally in the past, the elves have taken humans as apprentices. Perhaps Meril would like to visit Mirkwood and learn how to ferment elvish wine?"
She had looked at him and smiled beautifully through tear-swollen eyes. "Is that possible, Legolas?" she'd asked.
Thranduil had looked at Legolas, rolled his eyes, and then nodded assent. "Perhaps, Meril, daughter of Audun," he said, "I'll send someone to retrieve you in a few month's time, if you're still willing then."
Legolas had embraced Meril, then got in his canoe. He had turned to look at them as he paddled off, the two slim girls leaning against one another on the dock, Meril shading her eyes, as she watched him leave. What a change a few days had brought to their lives, and to his.
~*~*~*~
Legolas heard the door open. He looked up to see his father come into the room, followed by Talagan. The king's cloak swirled behind him, drawing bits of ash and smoke from the fire. Legolas had noticed that his father always moved as if he were a whirlwind, sweeping everything about him into his orbit.
The king glanced at his son. "We have some things to discuss, ion-nīn,*" he said.
"Yes, adar-nīn,*" Legolas said.
Talagan stood behind Thranduil and smiled reassuringly at Legolas.
"Legolas," the king began, "I am not happy with aspects of your conduct."
Legolas regarded his father coolly. "What have I done to cause you dissatisfaction?"
Thranduil sat down in a chair, and immediately got up again and began pacing. "You know full well, ion-nīn," he said angrily. "You began an affair with the Imladris elf, even when you knew I would have forbidden it!"
"I know that you do not wish me to make a liaison without your approval," Legolas said, "but you have never approved of any of my lovers! And you have never told me why. Do you wish me to remain celibate into eternity? For I tell you, Father, I will not do it."
"Such a willful child," Thranduil said, glaring at the prince. For an instant, Legolas thought the king might strike him. "Why can't you be like your older brother, more obedient to my will?"
"Because, my king," Talagan interjected softly, "he is more like you in temperament."
"I don't recall asking your opinion, Seneschal!" Thranduil whirled on him. Talagan moved back a step, with a determined expression on his face. The king paused and smiled. "Well, perhaps it is true, and perhaps I even admire this errant son somewhat for it." He looked at Legolas and a ghost of a smile warmed his frosty features.
He resumed his pacing. "Legolas, you know the elves are leaving Middle Earth, never to return. You know that our kind diminishes, as we are killed needlessly in wars, while the race of men multiplies unchecked. These others, Galadriel and Celeborn, Elrond, Glorfindel, they talk of a time in the not so distant future, when we must all forsake Middle Earth. Well, I shall *never* leave," the king said vehemently.
Thranduil looked fiercely into Legolas's eyes. "My passion for my land exceeds everything else. I intend to remain here in my beloved country as king until we are covered in darkness, or swallowed up by the waves, or I fade into the twilight. I wish my blood to remain with me. We cannot diminish, Legolas. I need my sons to sire many children in order to maintain our numbers. It is imperative or we shall lose all! I require you to make a suitable marriage and present me with grandchildren. This is why I do not approve of your affairs, particularly with male elves!"
Legolas shook his head. "Father, we cannot hold back time and the world changes around us. You must accept this. And you have Feredir, my older brother. He has already sired two grandchildren. I do not wish to serve as a stallion, breeding heirs for a dying kingdom. My heart lies elsewhere."
"Yes," Thranduil said grimly, "it resides with this dark-haired elf from Elrond's household. Elrond Peredhel, not even a true elf. That is as galling as the rest of it."
"Are you forbidding this relationship?" Legolas challenged, his eyes flashing.
Thranduil looked at him and his shoulders slumped. "Would it matter to you if I did?" he said, "I know you, Legolas. You are hard-headed! In truth, as my seneschal has reminded me, you are like your sire." The king sighed. "When is the Imladris elf leaving?"
"Tomorrow he plans to set out," Legolas said soflty. "I thought I might go with him. It is too dangerous to cross the Misty Mountains alone."
"Then here is my decree, Legolas. Don't dare disobey me, or the punishment will be swift and lasting. You will wait for a period of two years. If after that time your desire is still as it is now, you may go to him. For now, I will send some of my warriors with him as protection."
Legolas opened his mouth to argue, looked into the fierce face of his father, then sighed, and bent his head. "I am yours to command, my lord," he said. He turned to go.
"One more thing, Legolas," said Thranduil. The prince turned back. "I watched your actions at Esgaroth and you handled the situation well. You faced down a dragon. There aren't many in Middle Earth who can say that." Thranduil lifted his chin. "You have a brave heart, ion-nīn. You have the makings of a king."
There was a look of pride on Thranduil's face. He held out his hand. Legolas felt his heart swell within him as he took the king's hand and was pulled into a tight embrace. The prince looked over his father's shoulder and saw Talagan smile and wink at him.
~*~*~*~
"Two years!" cried Elwen, when he heard the news. "Ah, Legolas, it will be an eternity."
"I know the tone Father used," Legolas said. "Arguing will be pointless, especially when he feels he's being exceptionably reasonable." He sat down on the bed and crossed his legs under his thighs. "Do you have to leave tomorrow?"
"It is not wise to wait too much longer to start or I risk early snows in the Misty Mountains," Elwen said. "If it isn't tomorrow, it must be the next day." He looked sorrowfully at Legolas. "How little I knew when I set out from Imladris last spring that I would lose my heart in Mirkwood."
Legolas gave him a small smile, then noticed the dull ache in his chest had begun again.
"I have something for you," Elwen said. He went to a trunk along the wall where he had been keeping his gear, opened it, and withdrew a small velvet bag. He brought it back and dropped it into Legolas's lap. The prince looked up puzzled.
"Open it, silly one," Elwen said. "You bought me that knife as a present, so I thought it only fair to get you something."
Legolas pulled the drawstrings open and shook a heavy object out into his hand. He held it up. It was a thin, gold armband etched with an elaborate filigree.
"Oh, it's handsome!" Legolas said. He moved it in the light, admiring its workmanship and bright sheen. The prince rolled up his sleeve and slipped it over his upper arm. He flexed his biceps and the band moved with them.
"Looks good," Elwen said. "I bought it from that dwarf, Gimli, in the market before we left. Wear it in memory of our time together."
"It'll remind me every moment of my longing for you," Legolas said. "Thank you, lirimaer!*"
Even as he said this, the prince felt strangely hollow. He put his hand over his chest, feeling the whispy aching within it, like a hesitation, a question in the back of his mind, a place where all of his father's objections lodged. The dragon's legacy. His face contorted in pain.
"Legolas," Elwen said, sitting down next to him and taking his hand. "What is wrong? You must tell me. I have felt it ever since you returned from the dragon. What was his bargain with you?"
Legolas opened his mouth and found that no words would form. He looked into Elwen's beautiful amethyst eyes, so full of concern.
"Elwen, I must get out of here. The day is fine, let's go for a walk."
Elwen grabbed a bag out of his trunk and they left Thranduil's stone palace to wander forest pathways. Legolas had no real destination, but was merely content to have Elwen by his side. The trees towered on either side, with patches of sunlight sneaking through to bespeckle the ground.
"You are very quiet, prince," Elwen finally said.
"I have no words left," Legolas replied.
They emerged into a small meadow, the sunlight blinding after the dim Mirkwood paths. The grass grew high, studded with red and yellow flowers. As they moved into it, a cloud of violet and yellow striped butterflies rose into the air. They fluttered around Legolas and Elwen, settling briefly on their heads and chests, their wings beating in syncopation.
Legolas lifted his arms as if to embrace them, his face transported with joy. The insects rose again from both elves and departed, but one hovered near Legolas's face. Its wings gently brushed his lips, before it, too, disappeared on the warm breeze.
"Oh," Legolas cried. "How wonderful!"
"Even the butterflies cannot resist your lips, melethron," Elwen sighed, "as I cannot either, not one moment longer." He bent forward and kissed Legolas, with lips warm and soft.
The prince made a strange, anguished sound, half moan, half sigh. He put his hand around the back of raven-haired elf's neck, pulling him closer, and opening his mouth to taste his lover. Elwen wrapped his arms about the prince.
"Ah, gods, I want you so badly," Elwen breathed between kisses. "It's been a tortuous three days since we last lay together in the Inn at Esgaroth."
"Make love to me, lirimaer," Legolas gasped. "I want to forget everything that's happened. Take me somewhere far away."
They sank to the ground, wrestling their clothes off and kissing the soft skin as it was revealed. Finally, they lay naked, smooth limbs entwined. Elwen rolled on top of Legolas and pressed their loins together.
The prince looked up into his radiant face, a rosy color gracing his beautiful cheekbones, those sensuous eyes, shining with pure love. Legolas stroked Elwen's cheek. "You are as beautiful as a butterfly," he said. "How can I live without you?"
"I am hoping that you cannot," Elwen laughed. He took Legolas's mouth again, his hands moving behind Legolas's round buttocks and pushing him even closer, their cocks rubbing hard against each other.
Elwen sat up, and grasped his erection, then pressed the hard, throbbing flesh against the prince's member, encircling both in his hands.
"Here is the proof of my love for you," he said. "Here's what I plan to pleasure you with, until you swear you'll come back to me."
"What if I'm hard to convince?" Legolas said, his eyes sparkling, "Will you have to pleasure me that much more?"
"Yes, again and again," Elwen laughed.
He slid back, bent forward, and plunged his mouth down over Legolas's cock. A delighted, "oh!," escaped Legolas's lips. He leaned back on his elbows, his eyes closed, and whimpered and wriggled with pleasure as Elwen pulsed his mouth and tongue.
"That is beyond pleasing," Legolas gasped. "Oh, I shall miss your sweet mouth." He opened his eyes and watched as his cock disappeared and reappeared from Elwen's mouth. So erotic.
Elwen built the prince up to a frenzy and then he pulled away. "My turn," he said. "Make me nice and wet."
Legolas moved around and opened his mouth wide to admit Elwen's cock. He closed his eyes, relishing the hard feel on his tongue, the taste, the smell of his lover. Elwen tensed his legs and arched his back. "You get better at that every day, melethron," he said, his chest heaving. Legolas continued until he heard Elwen moaning with need.
The prince sat up and continued stroking the dark-haired elf, milking the clear slick fluid welling from the slit down over Elwen's throbbing member. Elwen gave him a seductive smile, and ran his tongue across his upper lip, and a hot jolt shuddered through the prince.
"Take me, then, elf," Legolas said. "Give me your love."
Elwen moved up, gently pushed the prince back, and lifted his legs up onto his shoulders. He pulled a jar of oil from his bag and coated his fingers and erection with it. He put a finger into Legolas, stretching him carefully, adding another as the prince groaned. The dark-haired elf placed his member at Legolas's entrance and moved into him in one hard stroke. Legolas cried out and clenched his teeth, waiting for the change from pain to pleasure. The prince dropped his legs, grasping Elwen's sides with his knees.
The Imladris elf moved a few swift strokes, nudging Legolas's pleasure center, until he felt the prince relax. Then he slowed his pace, reaching down and grasping the prince's knee and pushing it up.
Legolas felt repeated honey hot stabs of pleasure. "Gods!" Legolas writhed. "I love that."
"I want something from you," Elwen smiled, leaning over him, his eyes luminous.
"What? Anything, lirimaer."
"Tell me you love me, as I love you. For I do love you, Legolas, more than life itself."
Legolas could feel the aching in his heart diminish with each stroke. Didn't he love Elwen, with all his heart and soul? Why couldn't he tell him? Curse the dragon and his bargain! The words seemed to hover on his tongue as the pleasure released by Elwen's strokes reverberated throughout his body. He felt himself on the cusp of culmination. But Elwen was moving just slowly enough to keep him balanced on the precipice. Torture!
"By the gods, Elwen, finish me!" the prince cried, flexing his hips.
Elwen's lips quirked upward. "Tell me," he said. He spat on his hand and wrapped it around Legolas's cock, stroking him maddeningly. "There is no one to hear us, now, elf. Cry out for me," Elwen said. He quickened his pace.
Legolas felt as if he were diving over a cliff, spreading his arms into flight. Suddenly, he felt whole and his heart ache turned to intense joy. He threw his head back and cried, "Elwen, gerich veleth nīn.* I love you." The tension in his loins exploded in a golden haze that threatened to tear him apart. He arched his back and struggled to push Elwen in deeper, as he pumped out his wet seed.
The pulsing of Legolas's orgasm around Elwen's cock elevated the dark-haired elf into ecstasy. He inhaled sharply and then shouted his own undying love as his need convulsed and filled the prince. Elwen put his hands behind the prince's back and pulled him onto his lap, pressing their chests together, rocking deep within the prince to prolong the orgasm.
Elwen tilted his head back and Legolas bent down to kiss him, seeking to lose himself in the Imladris elf's mouth, as he twined his fingers in the elf's raven hair. They continued rocking and holding each other for a long time, their hearts beating as one.
Finally, they pulled apart a little and Legolas felt Elwen's sensitive fingers searching his chest and slowly tracing over the raised scar under his breastbone.
"This is new," Elwen whispered. "Something happened to you, my love. Something in that lake."
"Yes," Legolas said. "I lost my heart to you."
"Someday you'll tell me," Elwen said. "For now, I am content if you swear you'll come to Imladris in two years and stay with me. Swear it!"
"I swear it, meleth-nīn," Legolas whispered. "Oh, I do swear it."
~*~*~*~
ion-nīn - my son
adar-nīn - my father
lirimaer - lovely one
gerich veleth nīn - you have my love
meleth-nīn - my love~*~*~*~
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