Title & Chapter Number: Ohtarnil: A Warrior-Love 9/9
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 9 - The Valar's Gift
Aragorn leaned his forehead against Legolas's, then tilted his head and brushed the elf's lips with his own. He held the back of Legolas's neck gently as he deepened the kiss, tasting the elf's sweet mouth, sliding his tongue inside. Slowly Legolas responded, then more hungrily.
Legolas turned toward Aragorn, the black fur he had wrapped around him sliding off his shoulders. Soon, they were moaning, kissing over each other's faces, and then back to the lips. The ranger's newly-shaved face felt strange to him as it slid along Legolas's smooth cheek. Strange and sensual. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, squeezing, caressing. Their passion felt deeper, more complete than it had before. The elf's touch stimulated the ranger more than he had thought possible. He could not deny his attraction, fast becoming obsession.
"Legolas, I don't understand these feelings I have for you," Aragorn murmured.
"Don't try to understand them," Legolas breathed into his mouth, "just act upon them."
"I want you desperately," Aragorn moaned. Wrapping his arms about the elf, Aragorn pulled him down next to him on the bed, then flung a leg over Legolas's hip and leveraged the elf's groin into contact with his. The feel of Legolas's erection rubbing against his was electrifying. The ranger ran his hand down the elf's back, cupped one round buttock and pulled him even closer.
The blond prince licked his lips, "Mmmmm, Estel, I do like your equipment. I want to feel it inside me."
"I should make you beg for it," Aragorn teased. He rolled on top of Legolas, pulled the elf's arms above his head, and held them down with one forearm.
"What makes you think you won't be the first to beg?" Legolas replied. The pupils in his brilliant blue eyes were dilated with pleasure. Aragorn couldn't imagine a more beautiful creature. He leaned forward to capture the elf's lips again. Legolas raised his head, and in one smooth motion, licked the entire side of Aragorn's face.
"Uh," Aragorn released Legolas's hands to wipe off his cheek. The elf laughed, and in a lightning-quick move, rolled on top of Aragorn, sat in his lap, and pressed the ranger's upper arms into the bed with his hands.
"You are a tease," Aragorn said. "You'll be sorry you did that."
"Make me sorry." Legolas slowly lowered himself onto Aragorn's chest and ground his erection across the ranger's.
Aragorn inhaled with a deep shudder. The touch of the elf's skin made him tingle all over. He grasped Legolas's hips. "I'll do more than that," he said.
Legolas stroked the ranger's face. "It's so much better without that prickly beard. Much more attractive. And better for more intimate kisses."
"Is that a hint?" Aragorn pushed him over onto the bed, and began moving down the elf's body, kissing and touching. He reached the elf's member and licked all around it, down the elf's thighs, over his balls, before finally taking his shaft into his mouth. "I like this," he said coming up for air, "much more than I would have anticipated."
"Come up around here," Legolas said, "and I can please you in the same manner." Aragorn twisted around so his legs were at the elf's head. They lay on their sides, and sucked and nibbled on each other until they were both gasping. Legolas grabbed Aragorn's rear and pushed the ranger's erection deeply in and out of his throat. Aragorn could feel the elf's soft hair brushing his thighs, as Legolas's hot mouth and tongue drove him to a frenzy. He could feel release building. Not yet. Aragorn let the elf's shaft slip from his mouth. "If you keep doing that, I'll be finished too quickly."
Legolas laughed. "I can continue all night if you wish, my captain. I can take you to brink of release and then draw you back again, as long as you desire."
"By the Valar, I believe you. That would, no doubt, destroy my sanity. Where is that oil you had earlier?"
Legolas reached up and felt in the alcove above them. He brought the silver vial down and handed it to Aragorn. The ranger sat up and poured some over his fingers, then coated his throbbing shaft. He leaned down to kiss the elf. "Tell me if this doesn't feel good."
"Don't worry," Legolas said. The elf rolled onto his stomach and pillowed his head on some skins. Aragorn slid his hand down the cleft in his rear, encountered the puckered entrance and rubbed it gently. Slowly he pushed a finger into the elf and began to move around, stretching him.
The elf moaned, "Add another." Aragorn slipped another finger in. Legolas felt very tight. Aragorn ached for him. "Please, more oil," Legolas said. Aragorn dribbled some more down the elf's crack. Legolas shivered. Aragorn added his thumb and probed deeply until he thought he felt a small hardened mound.
"Yes, that's the spot," Legolas cried, arching his back. Aragorn stroked him while the elf moaned and writhed. It gave the ranger great pleasure to watch him become so frenzied. Aragorn removed his fingers. Then he took his slick member in hand and rubbed it along the elf's rear. He pushed gently up to the tight entrance, slowly applying pressure on it. Legolas drew his legs up under his chest. Aragorn pushed harder and suddenly was inside his lover. The ranger's member tingled with the tight feel. He moved further in, sheathing himself completely.
"Valar's gifts, yes," cried Legolas. "Take me! "
Aragorn moved out, and then in again, first slowly, then quickening the pace. He grabbed Legolas's hips and pumped forcefully, enjoying the elf's gasps and cries. Then Legolas pulled away and turned over.
"It'll be better from this side, I think," he said. "I want to watch your face." Aragorn smiled at the beautiful prince, moist lips slightly parted, a rosy glow painting his cheeks, his blond hair spread around his head. Aragorn pushed back into him and began moving again. They both were sweating.
"Yes, take me," gasped the elf. Aragorn plunged into him. The elf's muscles gripped the base of Aragorn's shaft, sending him into ecstasy. The ranger reached down, grasped Legolas's erection, and began stroking him hard.
"That's it," the elf cried. "Harder! I can feel your passion," he said. "Now, feel mine!" At that moment, Legolas threw back his head and cried out forcefully. His semen spurted up and hit Aragorn's chest. That was the ranger's undoing, and he came long and hard, in multiple waves of pulsing pleasure, as he emptied himself into the elf.
He collapsed onto Legolas's chest, then rolled onto his back, and stared up at the ceiling. The flickering shadows cast by the lamp danced and shimmered. There was a roaring in his ears. His member throbbed.
"Oh, my love," Aragorn whispered, "that has got to be a sin. It felt too good. If it is your intent to ensnare me with pleasure, you have succeeded."
Legolas turned over on his stomach, and flung an arm over Aragorn's chest, kissing his shoulder. "I shall never ensnare you, meleth.* You are always free to leave. But pleasure, I can promise you, whenever you desire it." The elf pulled himself up on an elbow and stroked Aragorn's sweaty brow, pushing the hair off his face. "How long has it been since you've lain with anyone?"
"Too long. Since before I met Arwen. And then it was just some quick fumbling with an elf woman in Elrond's house. Nothing like, like what we just did. I think I have denied myself too much," he smiled and gazed lovingly at the elf. Then he shivered and reached for the furs. Legolas grabbed one and pulled it over him. The elf got up, prepared more hot water, and washed both of them, as he had done before.
"I think I'll sleep for a bit, now, Legolas. I am quite tired," Aragorn said. Legolas curled around the ranger's back. Aragorn was soothed by the elf's warm body pressed up behind him. He drifted off.
Legolas felt joy and contentment, unlike anything he'd felt in ages. He realized he must be in love. He hadn't thought it would ever happen to him again. But he now understood what Elwen had said, as he could feel that Aragorn still held a portion of himself back, and in that part, the ranger was troubled. Tonight, it did not matter. He would allow nothing to mar his happiness. He went to sleep holding his beloved in his arms.
~*~*~*~
Aragorn walked down a hallway in Imladris. He recognized the old, oak smell of the walls. It was dark and he couldn't quite see. A torch guttered in a hall sconce. He was looking for something; yes, Arwen's room. Where was it? He should know quite well where it was. But the rooms looked different.
He went down a stairway. His old room was located under a staircase; but the door was much lower than he remembered. He opened it and recognized the embroidered wall-hangings, the heavy carven bedposts, and the rich scarlet color of the quilt. Someone was in his bed. He came close and raised the coverlet. Legolas lay sleeping, lips wet and alluring, hair and skin golden in the firelight. Aragorn leaned down to kiss him. The tall, winged crown he wore, slipped on his head. Strange that it was so large.
Someone was beating on the door. Now, it was Arwen lying naked in the bed, nipples like ripe berries. Her eyes were ringed in dark circles, red as if she had been crying.
"Aragorn, my love," she whispered. He lay down next to her and put his arms about her. But she felt hard, as if made of stone. Screams in the next room, the high pitched howl of a Ringwraith. It froze his blood.
Arwen's lips moved against his ear. "You have betrayed me, and you have betrayed us all. Sauron has conquered. Night will come." She drew a black veil over her face, then dissolved into dust.
His crown fell off slowly, slowly, but he couldn't catch it. It smashed into shards on the floor.
The ground shook. He was high on a ridge looking into a deep valley. Countless orcs, like black ants, swarmed up the sides of the valley. Swords beat on helms, they laughed like doom, and he was fighting for his life. The undead king appeared, seizing him with an iron grip.
Surrounded now by a black void, he felt the shivering presence of evil. A lidless eye, flames licking around the edges, flared out of the darkness. The black pupil jerked first one way, then another. He knew that it was looking for him. Horror closed his throat. No voice. Nothing.
~*~*~*~
Aragorn awoke suddenly from the dream, heart beating, cold sweat on his brow. He sat up, glancing at Legolas sleeping next to him. The moon shone directly in the window. It turned the elf's skin to silver; his hair splayed out like white smoke on the dark fur, and fell over his broad shoulders. He breathed lightly. How beautiful he was! Aragorn brushed his cheek with a finger. He was torn and miserable. Legolas, provocative, mysterious, was near at hand and he longed to touch him, to make love to him. But he felt he was betraying Arwen, his other great love.
He tried to picture Arwen's lovely face: her wide grey eyes, delicate cheek bones, full lips, long black hair. But she seemed to fade away from his memory. If he were able to prevail, to beat back the darkness and become king, then, and only then, would she be his. He must be faithful to that. Dedicated. If he took comfort in the arms of his friend, would he destroy what he had worked for? Was the Ring gaining control? Was the Ring causing this madness, this lust for the beautiful prince? How could he know? He got up, drew his cloak about himself, and paced the room.
Legolas stirred and raised himself on an elbow. "Estel, what is the matter?" he asked quietly. Aragorn sighed. He came back and sat down next to the elf. "I had a terrible dream," he said. "I'm afraid I'm betraying Arwen by giving into the base needs of my body. I fear the Dark Lord is tempting me, that I am succumbing to his power."
"Ah," Legolas brushed his long fingers across Aragorn's face. Then he put his arms around his chest. Aragorn tried to pull away, but Legolas held him firmly. He spoke in Aragorn's ear.
"Listen to me, Estel. Lord Sauron is the great deceiver. He tries to control us through fear. Love is Sauron's enemy because he is incapable of it. When we reject love, we are doing the Dark Lord's bidding." He ran his fingers through Aragorn's hair, combing out the tangles. His touch was very pleasant. Aragorn shivered.
"There is a tradition among my people," Legolas continued softly, "that when we march off to battle or undertake a long quest, often we leave behind someone we love, usually a maiden. Out in the field, far from home, in order to satisfy our need for companionship, our body's needs, we might take a lover, usually a male. The term is 'Ohtarnil,'* a warrior- love. To do this serves a number of useful purposes, not least, to have someone you trust absolutely to fight at your back, to watch out for you. Arwen knows this tradition. If ever we come through the darkness into your inheritance, and you and she are wed, you will tell her that you took an Ohtarnil, that he loved you, and protected you, and helped you to gain all your heart's desire, including the time with her. She will understand, Aragorn."
Aragorn could feel his fears dissolving as the sun melts snow fallen during the night. He smiled. "Ohtarnil," he said, "and what will become of you on that distant day?"
"I will bow to my king and fade away," said Legolas. "I will go back to the woods or sail west oversea."
"I'm not sure I could bear that," said Aragorn.
Legolas laughed. "Estel, you will be a king and your life will no longer be your own. As for me, I am an immortal. If I dally with a man, I must suffer his loss, sooner or later. But I will save the memory of you as you are now, like a panther in the wood, lovely and dangerous, dark and passionate. I will remember you with the clarity of this moment. Release your fear. Take love and pleasure where you have found it." He held out his arms.
Aragorn felt as if he had grown wings. Fate had given him an ally, a skilled warrior, a friend, and a lover. Legolas was exactly what he needed now. He would not reject the Valar's gift. He pulled Legolas to him and kissed his mouth ardently.
"Ohtarnil," he said. "You are wise as well as beautiful. There are some hours left before the dawn." He slid his hand down the elf's smooth backside. "I think we should make good use of them."
The End
~*~*~*~
*meleth - love
*Ohtar - warrior, nil - friend or lover in Quenya~*~*~*~
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