Title & Chapter Number: Ohtarnil: A Warrior-Love 3/9
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 3 - Unexpected Visitor
The next morning Legolas showed up at the pavilion where the Fellowship was eating breakfast. He seemed relaxed and cheerful. Aragorn discovered he was both pleased and annoyed to see him. Legolas sat next to Gimli at the table and gave him a hearty thump on the back.
"How do you like living among the elves, my good dwarf?"
"Food is good. But elves are such curious creatures. I'm glad we're housed on the ground not perched in a tree, like nine great birds," the dwarf said. Then his face took on a dreamy look. "But the Lady Galadriel now, there's a sight worth the wear and tear of travel."
"I like perching in a tree like a bird," Legolas said. "But you are right about Lady Galadriel."
"I trust you slept well, Legolas," said Aragorn. "You seem rested."
"A sweet rest. Good for body and soul," Legolas winked at Aragorn. He pulled out his long knife, cut a hunk of bread, tossed it on a plate, and covered it with honey.
"How long do you think we'll linger here, Aragorn?" asked Boromir. "We are regaining our strength and I want to go soon. I fear that it goes ill with Minis Tirith."
"I know not, Boromir. But I suspect we will be here for a while. For my part, I am grateful not to think of the road ahead for now." Aragorn did not speak of the anxieties weighing upon him. Which road to take? He had planned to go to Minis Tirith. But since Gandalf had departed, he felt an obligation to guide the Ringbearer to Mount Doom.
"I, for one, am glad to just rest and not think of our road," said Frodo. Boromir looked at him hard, then rose, and stalked off past the fountain, kicking at unseen objects in his path.
"He's getting twitchy, that one," said Sam.
"I can't blame him," Aragorn said. "This is hard on all of us." He sighed.
Aragorn's eyes lingered on Legolas, who was eating ravenously. The morning sun had turned his hair to gleaming gold. His blue eyes were bright and he looked somewhat amused. Then Aragorn noticed a circular red blotch on his neck, a love mark. It was Aragorn's turn to get up and walk off, irritated.
In the late morning, the hobbits were playing cards under the pavilion. Aragorn lay stretched out on the grass, supporting his head on his hand, smoking his long-stemmed pipe. Legolas sat near him cross-legged, re-wrapping sinew around the feathers on one of his arrows. Aragorn watched him under lowered eyelashes. The elf had removed his cloak and jerkin and rolled up the sleeves on his shirt. Aragorn watched the play of muscles and tendons in his hands and forearms. He wondered why he found the elf so fascinating. Then unbidden, came the image of Legolas's head thrown back, eyes closed, face transported with pleasure as he came in Elwen's mouth. He thrust the image away. This was no time for weakness.
At that moment, Haldir, the elf who had guided them to Caras Galadhon several days ago, came striding toward them.
"Aragorn," he said, "I bring news from Lady Galadriel." He looked appraisingly at Legolas, who gave him a slight smile.
"Come sit and let's hear it," Aragorn said. He gestured at the ground by his side. Haldir came and sat cross-legged.
"Troops of orcs from Moria have been caught foraying deep into Lórien," he said. "We have taken care of most of them. I'll be leading a group tomorrow to relieve the patrols on the borders. Also, there are strange portents. The earth shakes and a black smoke issues from Moria's mouth. The Lady wondered if you'd wish to accompany us to see for yourself."
Aragorn smiled. It would occupy him in something useful. "I would," he said.
"We leave tomorrow at dawn. I will come for you," said Haldir. He got up and left.
"Well, Legolas, do you wish to go?" asked Aragorn.
"Do you order it, my captain?" asked Legolas.
"No, " Aragorn said.
"I think I'll remain here," said the elf. When it came right to it, he was weary of hunting orcs. And he found it difficult to leave the attraction nigh at hand. She would only accuse him of going sooner than necessary.
The elf neatly bit off the sinew that he had wrapped around the arrow shaft, tied it off, then held it up and examined it. "Gimli," he called, "how would you like to practice shooting?"
"Only if I can show you how to swing an axe," the dwarf responded in his booming voice.
"Done," said Legolas. He rose to his feet with that fluid grace that Aragorn found increasingly pleasing to watch.
~*~*~*~
Late that evening, Legolas once again made his way to Melindi's talan. This time she welcomed him without hesitation. They climbed up the ladder within her house to her bedroom.
At one end of the small loft was a bed covered in embroidered linens. An open window allowed the breeze into the room. Legolas sat cross-legged on the bed sipping a cup of sweet wine that she had given him.
He was in a fine mood. He watched Melindi slowly untie her girdle and drop it to the floor. Then she pulled her dress over her head. Her lovely, firm body looked to be carved from ivory. She undid her braid and her reddish-golden hair flowed around her back like a cloak. She stood still, looking at him wistfully, with her head tilted on one side. He remembered how much he had loved her strong, intelligent face.
"I really shouldn't be doing this, you know," she said.
"Why not?" he asked. He set the cup down, got up, and crossed the room in two steps. Very gently he brushed his fingertips along her cheek. Then he took her face in his hands and kissed her.
"You set me on fire," she murmured. Legolas deepened the kiss. He slid his hands under the curtain of hair and encircled her waist, drawing her to him.
"This is hardly fair, Prince Legolas," Melindi said, breaking away, "you still have all your clothes on."
"And what are you going to do about that?" he teased.
She reached down and unbuckled his belt, allowing it to drop to the floor. Then she unfastened the clasps of the high-necked, blue silk tunic that the Galadhrim had given him.
"This makes your eyes look as blue as spring violets," she said, fingering the material. He allowed her to slide it over his shoulders and pull if off. Both of their chests were bare now. The elf woman trailed her fingers over his pectoral muscles. Then she reached down for the laces on his leggings.
Legolas caught her hands. "Are you in such a hurry?" he purred. "We have all night."
"Off with them, lover." Her eyes sparkled wickedly. Laughing, he shook his head no. Melindi tried to free her hands, but he held them tightly and she was no match for his strength.
"You haven't changed a bit. You're still an immature elfling," she giggled. She leaned her breasts onto his chest and captured his lips again. Then she nibbled down his neck. That felt good; a moan escaped him.
Melindi moved him back slowly until he stood next to the sleeping platform. Suddenly she pushed him and he fell backwards, landing hard on the mattress. He grunted in surprise. She jumped on him and held his wrists down.
"Now, who's in charge?" she said.
"Obviously you. Do you plan to have your way with me, then?" He grinned.
"Yes, I'll make you pleasure me, you wicked thing. You need to make up for an absence of one hundred years. Are you up for the task?" Melindi challenged.
"See for yourself." The elven prince bucked his hips under her crotch. His erection rubbed against her through the material. She released his hands to untie the laces on his leggings. Legolas allowed her to loosen them and then peel them off his hips. Her cool hands stroked his stiffened member causing waves of pleasure to shoot through his groin. He reached up and fondled one of her breasts, feeling her nipple hardening. He stroked the other one. Yes, he had missed these. So nice to touch.
Melindi moved down Legolas's body and licked his erection, making him shudder. Then she put her warm mouth around it, moving up and down.
"Unhh, that is wonderful," he groaned. Although he thought that she was not as good at that as Elwen had been. But then no one was.
She came back up and kissed his mouth. "Lindy, wait a bit," Legolas said. He sat up and pulled one boot off and threw it against the wall. The other followed. Then he rolled the leggings the rest of the way off and pushed them off the bed. Now, they were both completely naked.
"Are you happy, we're even now?" he asked.
"You're still wearing something, lover. What's this?" She pulled at his gold arm band.
That stays," Legolas said forcefully, folding a hand protectively around it. She sat up, pouting.
"What does it matter?" he said, flinging himself on top of her. He began kissing her hard, passionately. He kissed and fondled her breasts, stopping to suck long and diligently on her nipples, first one, then the other. Melindi moaned, her hands pulling at the bedcovers.
He lowered himself, first kissing her belly, her thighs, then moving over to the area in between. He stroked the tuft of blond hair, used his hands to part her slightly, and then began licking the soft folds of her genitals. She tasted like honey, as he remembered. Legolas rapidly moved his tongue across her flesh. She began to cry and pump her hips. He slid a finger inside her and swirled it around, then moving it in and out of her. She was very wet.
He moved back up her body to kiss her lips. "See how good you taste," he breathed in her mouth. He bent to bite her neck causing her to moan and writhe under him.
"Leggy, oh I want you, please," she groaned.
He pushed up on his arms and positioned his weeping member at her entrance. Then, in a fluid motion, he pushed into her. With another stroke, he had sheathed himself to the hilt. Melindi gasped. He began to move in her. Oh, this was bliss. She was tight, but soft and yielding under him. So different from what he was used to. Her pubic mound fit into the hollow of his hips like a glove.
"That is so good," she sighed.
"Should I stop?" he teased.
"No, please Valar, no," she said. "Go faster." He moved more quickly with powerful strokes.
"Yes, more," she moaned. He fastened his mouth on hers and rapidly rammed in and out of her.
"Legolas, I'm going to come," she breathed into his mouth. Then she cried out. Her body shuddered and he could feel her muscles clenching rhythmically around his organ. He felt his blood pounding in his ears. His body gathered for a powerful release.
"Stop!" she said suddenly. She tensed, listening.
"Oh, love, not possible," he moaned, moving hard within her.
"I mean it!" She pushed forcefully on his chest, twisted her hips, and wriggled out from under him. He came out of her still rock hard and gasping in agony.
"I can't believe you did that!" he cried.
"Hurry! You have to go!" She scooped up his clothes and dropped them on him.
"What?" he said.
She pushed him off the mattress. "You have to leave. Go out by the window. Now. Hurry!"
Then he heard a male voice call her name from outside her door, one floor below. She drew her dress rapidly over her head and began doing up her hair.
"Who is that?" Legolas hissed, backing up toward the window, naked, and hugging his clothes to his chest.
"My husband."
"Your what?"
"Did you really think I would continue to wait for you all alone?" she whispered sharply. "He's back from patrolling the border much earlier than I expected. Your presence will be hard to explain. Out now. Or do you prefer that he come hunting for you?"
Then she called loudly, "Coming Celemir."
Legolas climbed out the window onto the broad tree limb. Melindi leaned out, kissed him, and added his boots to the pile in his arms. "Sorry you had to learn about it like this," she said. "I did plan to tell you." She paused, then added. "You are the best lover I've ever had." She rolled the screen over the window and was gone.
Legolas sat shivering on the limb, completely naked, and feeling sick from the aborted orgasm. However, he had enough wits left to see the situation as humorous. He began to shake with suppressed laughter. One of his boots dropped out of his arms and the sound of its journey crashing down through the branches was even funnier. He had to purse his lips together to keep Melindi's husband from hearing. Slowly and awkwardly, he drew on his clothes, and then began the tricky process of climbing down.
~*~*~*~
The next morning as Aragorn left the gates of Caras Galadhon with Haldir and a dozen other elves, he came upon Legolas. The prince was leaning against a tree trunk, standing on one leg with the other propped behind him, dressed in traveling garb with his quiver strapped to his back. He had a chagrined expression on his face.
"I thought I'd join you after all, if you'll have me," he said.
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