Title & Chapter Number: Dragon Fever 21/21
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 21 - Epilogue: Ephemeral as the Butterflies
All that day the Fellowship had worked hauling the boats over to the portage way. When there was a break, Legolas had continued his story. The others had listened and Gimli had joined in at the part he remembered. Now it was late into the night and the rest of the Fellowship lay sleeping nearby. Legolas and Aragorn had moved away from the others so the elf's soft voice would not disturb them as he finished his tale. They lay wrapped in their blankets, Legolas spooned close behind Aragorn, speaking into his ear. They could barely see one another in the light of the half-moon.
"I dared not gainsay my father's decree that we be separated for two years as I knew he would find worse ways to punish me," Legolas said. "I knew what Father hoped, that perhaps my love for Elwen was mere infatuation and would disappear in a passing of seasons. For my part, the dragon's curse made me doubt whether my affection would survive Elwen's absence. It felt like an aching hesitation, like a void into which poured all my father's objections; it felt like unrequited love. I didn't know how I would survive being caught between that and a longing to join my soul with Elwen's."
"Elwen sensed my disquiet and healed me in the way that he knew best. When we made love to each other in that meadow, I discovered that as I reached culmination with him, my heart was, for a brief time, made whole again, as if the dragon had never cursed me. I swore that I would come to Imladris in two years time. I kept my promise."
"But the dragon's curse never completely left me. I couldn't tell Elwen what was wrong, what kept me from giving him my whole heart. He despaired one night, the darkest and most terrible of my life, and he was taken from me. You know the rest."
For a brief instant, Legolas remembered that gut-wrenching moment when he held Elwen, pale and bleeding from the orc wounds, and the dark-haired elf looked into his eyes, smiled, and died. It was an image that would haunt him forever. Legolas paused, focusing on the present, breathing deeply to rid himself of the pain in his heart. He sighed.
"Estel, that day in the meadow, when the butterfly touched my lips, that wingbeat of a moment was a metaphor for the ephemeral beauty of Elwen's life, and our love, a moment of poetry."
There was silence.
Aragorn turned his head. "I was barely eighteen when you arrived at Imladris but I remember both of you. You burned bright in each other's presence. I was saddened to hear about Elwen's death. I wish I'd known him better. He must have been a remarkable elf."
"There was no one like him," Legolas sighed. "My heart is still heavy with his loss."
He cast his thought about Elwen. He hadn't forgotten him, would never forget. Someday he would sail over sea and find him reborn in the Undying Lands. But now, Legolas needed to let him go, open his hand and set the memory free. At this time in his life, the elf knew he had a terrible purpose that was tied to this man in his arms. The man with whom he'd found love again.
Only one thing marred his feeling of happiness. He hated keeping his affection under wraps, secret. No, he decided, he wasn't going to hide it anymore! Elwen's story had reminded him that his time with Estel was brief and precious. He *must* make the man understand.
He felt the warm, strong back of the ranger pressed up against him, so solid and reassuring. His salt and leather scent, musky from the exertions of the day, filled Legolas's nostrils, awakening his need. The elf slid his hands under the ranger's tunic, slowly circling the tips of his fingers in the soft hair of Estel's chest. Such an exotic sensation.
He gently bit Aragorn's earlobe, then nuzzled his neck. "Estel," the prince breathed into his ear, "I want to make love to you."
The ranger's breathing quickened.
"I suspected that your motives in telling me this story were not pure," Aragorn whispered. Legolas could hear the smile in his voice.
The elf laughed softly as he stroked gentle fingers over the ranger's strong arms and chest, tracing over his nipples until they grew hard, then dipping into his breeches.
"My tale served a double purpose, keeping you from your worries about our road and an excuse to be near you for an extended period of time," Legolas said. "But that has its hazards, as now I can't keep my hands off you." He gently bit Aragorn's neck.
Aragorn turned his head. "You are a serious temptation," he said, "and there were parts of your story that were extremely, ah, stimulating."
"I can be even more stimulating, my captain," Legolas said as his hand found the bulge in Aragorn's pants.
Aragorn's breath caught, but he said, "No, we shouldn't. They might hear and we have a long day tomorrow."
"Your head says no, but your body says yes," whispered the elf stroking the ranger's hardening member. "I say we listen to your body on this one." He unlaced Aragorn's breeches and slid them off his hips down to his thighs.
"I really don't think . . ." Aragorn whispered.
"Hush! Don't think. Feel." Legolas hitched down his own leggings, then reached behind the folded jerkin that he was using as a pillow, to find the bottle of oil. He poured some into his hand and covered his cock with it. Then he slid his erection up and down against the cleft in the ranger's buttocks. Aragorn pushed his rear back against him as Legolas reached around and filled his oiled hand with the man's erection, so hot and hard.
The ranger sighed as he surrendered. He tensed his legs and rocked his hips as Legolas stroked him to the brink of culmination. Then the elf stopped his motions and Aragorn groaned in disappointment.
"Put your knees up, love," Legolas said. He positioned himself and then impaled the ranger, burying himself to the hilt. Both of them groaned: one in pleasure and the other in pain.
"It hurts," whispered Aragorn.
"Give me a moment," Legolas said. Aragorn felt so tight and hot that the elf had to pause to get control over himself. Then he began moving, thrusting high to hit Aragorn's pleasure spot.
"Better now?" Legolas whispered.
Aragorn nodded and slowly the elf could feel the ranger relax and give in to the need both of them felt. Aragorn's soft groans stimulated the elf and Legolas began stroking the ranger with his hand again, encouraging further vocals. The man quickened the pace of his thrusting hips, but the prince slowed his movements.
"Ai, Legolas, move faster," Aragorn gasped.
"You must promise me something," Legolas said, his strokes now at a maddeningly slow pace.
"Anything, meleth. Ai! You have me at your mercy!"
"You must agree to reveal our relationship to the rest of the Fellowship. I don't want to skulk around waiting for a few stolen moments any longer." The prince punctuated his last words with several sharp thrusts.
"I . . ." Aragorn stuttered, then moaned.
"You think they don't suspect already?" whispered the elf. "I saw the way they looked at us when we came back from Vilyamar. Promise me!"
"Yes, yes," Aragorn cried softly. "Oh anything, just don't keep me like this any longer!"
"I love you, Estel," Legolas whispered. He increased his pace, the tension in his loins expanding, his cock swelling to maximum size, his need becoming critical. Legolas could feel his lover hesitating on the brink of surrender.
"Come for me, meleth-nīn," Legolas purred into Aragorn's ear.
The ranger threw his head back against Legolas's shoulder and shuddered a release over the elf's hand, biting his hand to stifle the cry. The clenching of Aragorn's muscles about his root and the deep vibration of his suppressed groan, hurled the elf into an explosive rapture, a shower of shooting stars.
"Ah gods!" Legolas gasped. The elf stopped, then thrust forward convulsively a few times with a guttural moan. The electric shocks continued darting through his cock and groin for many long moments.
"Valar, ah, manadh*," the prince whispered, shaking. "That is the greatest pleasure in the world. How can you resist that?"
The ranger turned over to face him, sighing with bliss. "I can't. Ohtarnil, you are my weakness."
"No, I am your strength, Estel," Legolas said. He kissed the ranger gently, stroking his face in his hands. "Estel, let me embrace you while we have the time. Do not shut me out! I can't bear it."
"I won't any longer. I have been unfair to you, my love," Aragorn said. "Tomorrow I'll tell the others that I am bound to you by a warrior's oath, that we are lovers, and that I can't imagine my life without you."
Legolas kissed the man's brow, lay down, and wrapped his arms around Aragorn's chest, pulling him close. The man heaved a contented sigh, relaxed, and his breathing became slow and regular.
Legolas smiled. "Sleep, meleth-nīn. I will watch over you."
Overhead the stars spun toward a new day of fire and reckoning.
The End
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* manadh - bliss
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