Title & Chapter Number: Ohtarnil: A Warrior-Love 2/9
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 certain original characters who belong to this author. No money made, no harm intended. The work is the intellectual property of the author. First posted: November, 2002
Warnings: For you slash purists, there is some het fic. Just keep reading.
Betas: Caz
Cast: Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/OCs, Haldir, Rumil. Other members of the Fellowship
Timeline: Third Age, Fellowship of the Ring.
Spoilers: None
Summary: In the woods of Lothlórien, Aragorn and Legolas become attracted to one another. But Aragorn cannot betray Arwen and Legolas still mourns the loss of a previous lover. A trip to the wood's borders to hunt orcs and a magical encounter with a stag changes their relationship.
Notes: This is part of a story arc that includes Dragon Fever. Although this one was written first, they can be read in any order. This story occurs after the events at Esgaroth in Dragon Fever, but before the first and last chapter involving Legolas and Aragorn. Feedback appreciated.
Chapter 2 - Melindi
Legolas walked through the woods guided by lights in the talans overhead. He felt warm and relaxed from his bath in the hot springs. He thought about Aragorn. He had been watching the man carefully on their trip south with the Ring. At first he watched his grace, his skill with the sword that surpassed anyone he had ever seen, elf or man. And little by little, he realized he was attracted to him. He hadn't thought it possible not since Elwen had died.
This man was so different from his previous lovers. He was a loner; moody, driven. Legolas appreciated the beauty of his body, a body sculpted by the exertions of a hard life. But in truth, he was most attracted to the hunger he sensed in the ranger. A hunger that threatened to crack that carefully honed discipline. Legolas wondered what it would be like to sate that hunger. He ran a finger across his lips. But Aragorn was unavailable, his troth plighted to Arwen. Legolas was well aware that Aragorn would never be his. And yet, hadn't he sensed an attraction just now?
It was no matter. He was off to visit Melindi with whom he felt sure he could get the healing his body required and perhaps help heal the aching void in his heart as well. He reached the great tree. From years long gone, he recognized its unique growth, the way the lowest branches arched upward on one side and down on the other. He found the white ladder and went lightly up. When he reached the talan, he stood outside the door. He could see the light within through the cracks. He called her name softly, then waited for what seemed an eternity. Finally, the door opened and he entered her house.
"So, you're here," she said to him. She was holding a little lamp, shielding the light with her hand. Her red-gold hair glistened in the flickering light. He could see the points of her nipples through the thin fabric of her garment. Her face was tense. "I didn't want you to come tonight."
"And why not, Melindi? You're not glad to see an old friend?" He moved closer.
She turned away. "Legolas, it's been one hundred years. A long time, even for an elf."
"As I recall, you were the one who wouldn't come with me to Mirkwood," Legolas said. "I had to go. My father summoned me."
"Yes, and you said you would return and you didn't. Then I heard you'd taken a male lover and I assumed it was over between us. My heart has hardened since then. I no longer listen for your returning footfalls. And yet, here you are again."
"Only for a little while. I must leave soon. I gave my word to Elrond that I would see this quest through to the end. There is nothing more important to everything we love on Middle Earth."
"Then, I must ask you to leave now, Legolas, son of Thranduil."
"Just one kiss, for the sake of what was."
He said it as if it were already accomplished. A simple gesture and he would leave. He moved closer to her. She looked up at him with wide blue eyes. He laid his hands on her shoulders, slid his face gently along hers, then breathed in her ear.
Legolas could feel her yielding, like a tight flower bud just starting to open. He leaned down and brushed his lips across hers. She gasped. He opened his mouth slightly and gathered her full, velvety lips to his. Then, he enfolded her in his arms, feeling the tension in her body lessen.
"Ah, Legolas," she sighed. "I never could resist you." He trailed kisses down her throat.
"Why should you resist?" he said, "I don't intend to harm you. Only to give you pleasure."
"You have always given me pleasure, and pain," she said.
"I promise only pleasure tonight." The elf prince bit her neck gently, then harder. He stroked his hands slowly up and down her back. Her breath quickened. He kissed her again deeply, sliding his tongue into her mouth, and stroking the back of her neck with his fingers. He felt her opening more but, like a doe, still tense, ready to run. He held her body tightly, feeling warmth pool in his loins. His member hardened against her soft belly.
Legolas stopped and looked into her eyes. Then he reached behind her head and undid her hair clasp. Slowly he unbraided her hair. Melindi sighed and shivered.
"You did this for me earlier this evening," he said. He ran his fingers through the silky red-gold strands, drifting across the delicate pointed ears. He leaned over and pulled on an earlobe with his teeth.
"You remember my weaknesses too well," Melindi whispered.
"I remember all of them," said Legolas. He reached around and cupped her breasts in his hands, stroking them through her dress. Then he unpinned the brooch that held up the shoulder of her garment. The cloth slid down to her waist. He moved around to look at her. Her breasts were round and smooth. The hardened nipples tilted upwards.
"You are so beautiful," Legolas murmured. He kissed down her chest before gently taking one tender nipple in his mouth. She let out a gasping moan. He could smell her, a scent of salty lilies. He slid his hand down over her hip and rubbed the mound between her legs. Reaching down, he pulled up her dress, then stroked along her thigh. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he sucked on his fingers, then touched the soft folds between her legs, sliding a finger into her. He moved it slowly in and out. She was warm, slick with moisture. The blossom was completely open to him now.
"Come upstairs with me," she breathed, "and by Arda, I shall be yours."
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