Note: I know that elves probably can't get drunk, especially with their
Elven healing abilities, but this fic just begged to be written! Legolas is
drunk in this fic, so be prepared. I made a little side-effect that alcohol
has on elves! *grins wickedly* None of these characters are mine! Gets a
little lemony between Legolas/Aragorn. This takes place after Gandalf dies
and before the Company reaches Lothlorien.
Desire and Denial
Part 1
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Town of Metheal
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Legolas sat in the inn glumly, drinking the rest of his tea. His thoughts were focused on what had occurred less than six hours ago. He sighed, feeling very much alone.
Merry and Pippin watched the elf, scheming. They sat at a table by themselves.
"Are you sure about this, Pippin?" Merry asked his friend, nervous.
"Relax, Merry. It's just a bit of wine," Pippin said reassuringly. "He'll thank us for it later, I'm sure." He stood and walked over to Legolas.
Legolas became dimly aware that someone was watching him and looked at young Pippin. "Hello there, little friend," Legolas said, pretending to be cheerful.
"Would you like me to get you some more tea?" Pippin asked. "Your cup seems to be empty." He gestured and Legolas looked at it.
"If you wouldn't mind," Legolas said finally. He didn't wish to hurt the hobbit, who was only trying to cheer him up.
Pippin smiled and nodded as he took the cup and went over to the bar.
"Some more tea, please, with wine mixed in," Pippin told the bartender.
He was looked over carefully, before the drink was mixed and handed over.
Pippin politely thanked him and brought the tea/wine to Legolas.
"Thank you, Pippin," Legolas murmured. He took the cup from Pippin and drank from it. Funny, but it now had a different aftertaste than last time. Legolas shrugged. It was good, whatever it was.
Pippin made his way over to Merry, grinning.
"Lets watch him for a while," Merry said anxiously. "For I heard that elves do not have a very high tolerance of alcohol. And it has peculiar side- effects on them."
"He'll be fine," Pippin said impatiently. "Anyway, we'd better meet up with Boromir, Gimli, Frodo, and Sam. They already went to the inn." He grinned. "I hope my plan works."
Merry nodded slowly. "We will come back to get him later, won't we, if it doesn't work?"
"Of course." Pippin all but dragged Merry out of the bar, who looked back at Legolas anxiously.
Legolas didn't even notice that the hobbits had left. He continued drinking his tea and reflecting on the events that had occurred earlier.
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Flashback 6 hours ago
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They had been walking for over twelve hours, so all were exhausted when a break was finally called by Aragorn.
Even Legolas had been weary. But unlike the others, he did not rest. Instead, his nimble fingers fixed what arrows he could. Most were intact, but about ten were broken. He worked quietly, as the others slept.
Aragorn came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder, startling Legolas. He'd been focused on the arrows.
Legolas's green eyes met Aragorn's grey ones. He fought to keep the longing and love off of his face, as Aragorn spoke to him quietly.
"Why do you not rest, Legolas?" Aragorn asked, concerned for the one he cared for so much.
"I have work to do," Legolas said, willing himself not to betray his feelings. He held up the broken arrow he was working on. "My supply of arrows dwindles daily. I shall not have a chance to work on them again, until we stop to rest in the town of Metheal."
"You look weary, Legolas. What's wrong?" Aragorn's warm breath brushed against Legolas's face as the man knelt down beside him. He looked worried.
"I still grieve for Gandalf, old friend," Legolas admitted, knowing that was only one reason he was tired.
Aragorn's hand touched Legolas's face softly. "Gandalf would not want you to grieve so, Legolas."
Legolas trembled at Aragorn's touch. He unconsciously leaned into the caress.
Aragorn watched Legolas carefully. He longed to do more than just touch him, Aragorn knew.
"Legolas," Aragorn whispered, as his mouth covered the beautiful elf's lips. Sparks flew through the air.
Legolas responded to the kiss sweetly, before jerking away.
Aragorn attempted to approach Legolas, but Legolas backed away, shaking his head.
"What's wrong, Legolas?" Aragorn asked him quietly.
"No, Aragorn," Legolas said in anguish. "What of Lady Arwen?" He shook his head again, even as his green eyes betrayed his feelings of confusion and longing.
Aragorn was full of pain and longing as well. He watched as Legolas placed the arrows he'd been working on in his quiver. The elf then walked away silently.
Legolas had quickly climbed a tree, seeking solitude. He remained there until the break was over.
The two hadn't said more than two sentences to each other since.
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Legolas was feeling very strange by now. The entire room was spinning around him. He looked around weakly for Merry and Pippin, but did not see them. Legolas had ordered five more cups of the tea he'd been drinking. The bartender had seen Pippin give the mixed tea and wine drink to the elf earlier, so he put wine into it each time.
Frodo entered the bar, searching for Legolas. Merry had confessed to him about what Pippin had done to Legolas's drink. Legolas did not look well at all. Frodo left the bar in a hurry and ran in search of Aragorn.
He didn't have to go far. Aragorn was searching for him.
"Where have you been?" Aragorn asked him. "I cannot protect you if you wander off alone."
"Aragorn," Frodo said, looking directly at the man. "I think you'd better see to Legolas," he murmured.
"What has happened?" Aragorn asked, instantly concerned.
"Pippin played a trick on him," Frodo explained. "He gave Legolas wine instead of tea."
Aragorn knew that elves rarely drank alcohol, except on festive occasions. Not only did it stimulate their hormones, but some elves died from it. Aragorn swore under his breath. "Where is he?" he asked.
Frodo pointed to the bar. "I'm going back to the inn, Aragorn." He ran off, hoping that Pippin's plan worked.
Aragorn entered the bar and could not see Legolas at first. Then he saw the elf sitting at a table, surrounded by men. Legolas was trembling slightly and looked ill, for his skin was mostly white. A glazed look was in his eyes.
Aragorn sighed and walked over to Legolas. "Time to go, Legolas," Aragorn told him.
Legolas looked at him blearily. "Is that you, Aragorn?" he whispered.
"Yes. We must return to the inn, Legolas," Aragorn insisted.
Legolas stood, swayed, and fell against Aragorn.
The other men around him protested. One grabbed Legolas's right arm and jerked him back into his seat.
"You ain't leavin' yet, elf," the human snarled.
"Let go of him," Aragorn said, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Or face the consequences."
Some of the men eyed him before reluctantly leaving. The man who held Legolas's arm didn't let go.
"He's mine, stranger," the man snarled. "Drunk or not, he's beautiful."
Legolas didn't understand what was going on at all. He gazed at Aragorn in confusion.
Aragorn drew Anduril and pricked the man's throat with it. "Care to repeat that?"
The man glowered and reluctantly let go of Legolas's arm. He stalked away angrily.
Aragorn sheathed Anduril once more. Legolas stood again and fell over. Aragorn sighed and picked the elf up, cradling him in his arms. He carried Legolas out of the bar.
Aragorn was stunned when Legolas twisted in his arms and tried to kiss him.
"Kiss me, Aragorn," Legolas pleaded.
This was going to be a long night, Aragorn thought. He shook his head and carried Legolas to the inn.
Aragorn saw no sign of the others, so he took Legolas up to his room and placed the elf on his bed. He walked over, closed the door, and walked back. He peered down at the pale elf. The effects of the wine would take until morning to wear off. And he would have to watch Legolas carefully to see if he was one of the few elves who were deadly allergic to alcohol.
Legolas moaned and grabbed at Aragorn, catching his sleeve.
"You smell good," Legolas whispered. The elf inadvertently pulled Aragorn onto him.
Aragorn was turned on, in spite of himself as he felt Legolas's graceful, young body squirm beneath his.
Legolas's hands began working on Aragorn's shirt. They then traced their way down Aragorn's hairy chest seductively.
Oh, god, Aragorn swore. Legolas truly wanted him. Unfortunately, the elf was drunk, and Aragorn refused to take advantage of his condition. The human couldn't help tracing the elf's face, though.
"Aragorn," Legolas whispered, moaning softly. "What's wrong with me?" The only thing he could see clearly was the man on top of him. He longed for Aragorn to touch and kiss him.
"Pippin spiked your tea," Aragorn replied. He tried to get up, but Legolas wouldn't let him. The elf was gripping his wrists tightly. "Legolas, you're drunk. I don't want to take advantage of that," he said gently.
"You don't want me?" Legolas questioned faintly. He looked hurt and disappointed.
"There's a time and place for everything, Legolas," Aragorn whispered. "And I fear you would regret it come morning. But I do want you," Aragorn admitted. "Just not intoxicated."
Legolas surprised Aragorn by unbuckling his belt. "I have always wanted you," he murmured. Aragorn couldn't help moaning softly as Legolas's hands brushed the inside of his thigh and worked their way back up to his dark hair and face.
Still, Aragorn fought to be a gentleman. "Legolas," he protested softly. "We can't, not with you like this."
Legolas saw no problems with it. "Please kiss me, Aragorn." His voice was soft as he ran his hands over Aragorn's back, pulling him closer.
Aragorn reluctantly kissed the elf, who moaned uncontrollably and responded with fire. Aragorn's good intentions were slipping away, as Legolas moved beneath him again.
Legolas's mouth tasted partly of wine, Aragorn noticed. Pippin would give Legolas the most potent wine, he thought, hiding his amusement. Aragorn knew that the particular wine on Legolas's breath held a higher concentration of alcohol than most. It would be interesting to see how Legolas felt in the morning.
Legolas traced Aragorn's chest. "I want you," he said feverishly.
Aragorn sighed and tried to force himself to remember why he couldn't say yes. "You're not yourself, Legolas," Aragorn said, gasping softly as Legolas kissed him, desire gleaming in his eyes.
Aragorn's conscience and desire were both fighting for control. Aragorn's hands traveled down to the elf's shirt and slid his hands under it, feeling Legolas's flawless, smooth chest. A whimper of pleasure escaped from Legolas's lips, as Aragorn claimed them.
"I am not drunk," Legolas protested, as Aragorn tried to control his desire for the elf and removed his hands. His face was flushed, and he trembled beneath Aragorn.
"Yes, you are," Aragorn whispered, and it was true. His self-discipline kept him from taking the elf this night, willing or not.
Instead, Aragorn unwillingly stopped Legolas. He wrapped his arms around the elf tightly and held him still, until Legolas drifted to sleep. He did not touch the elf again, though he longed to.
Aragorn gently unwound himself from the elf and covered Legolas with a blanket. He fixed his clothes, and took a seat beside the bed.
Legolas moaned softly.
Aragorn gently leaned over and kissed him. "Sleep, Legolas," he said softly. "I will watch over you."
Legolas sighed and sank into a deeper sleep. His hand reached out and grabbed a hold of the man's arm.
Aragorn was right. It would be a long night.
To be continued (maybe, if liked)
Desire and Denial
Part 1
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Town of Metheal
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Legolas sat in the inn glumly, drinking the rest of his tea. His thoughts were focused on what had occurred less than six hours ago. He sighed, feeling very much alone.
Merry and Pippin watched the elf, scheming. They sat at a table by themselves.
"Are you sure about this, Pippin?" Merry asked his friend, nervous.
"Relax, Merry. It's just a bit of wine," Pippin said reassuringly. "He'll thank us for it later, I'm sure." He stood and walked over to Legolas.
Legolas became dimly aware that someone was watching him and looked at young Pippin. "Hello there, little friend," Legolas said, pretending to be cheerful.
"Would you like me to get you some more tea?" Pippin asked. "Your cup seems to be empty." He gestured and Legolas looked at it.
"If you wouldn't mind," Legolas said finally. He didn't wish to hurt the hobbit, who was only trying to cheer him up.
Pippin smiled and nodded as he took the cup and went over to the bar.
"Some more tea, please, with wine mixed in," Pippin told the bartender.
He was looked over carefully, before the drink was mixed and handed over.
Pippin politely thanked him and brought the tea/wine to Legolas.
"Thank you, Pippin," Legolas murmured. He took the cup from Pippin and drank from it. Funny, but it now had a different aftertaste than last time. Legolas shrugged. It was good, whatever it was.
Pippin made his way over to Merry, grinning.
"Lets watch him for a while," Merry said anxiously. "For I heard that elves do not have a very high tolerance of alcohol. And it has peculiar side- effects on them."
"He'll be fine," Pippin said impatiently. "Anyway, we'd better meet up with Boromir, Gimli, Frodo, and Sam. They already went to the inn." He grinned. "I hope my plan works."
Merry nodded slowly. "We will come back to get him later, won't we, if it doesn't work?"
"Of course." Pippin all but dragged Merry out of the bar, who looked back at Legolas anxiously.
Legolas didn't even notice that the hobbits had left. He continued drinking his tea and reflecting on the events that had occurred earlier.
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Flashback 6 hours ago
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They had been walking for over twelve hours, so all were exhausted when a break was finally called by Aragorn.
Even Legolas had been weary. But unlike the others, he did not rest. Instead, his nimble fingers fixed what arrows he could. Most were intact, but about ten were broken. He worked quietly, as the others slept.
Aragorn came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder, startling Legolas. He'd been focused on the arrows.
Legolas's green eyes met Aragorn's grey ones. He fought to keep the longing and love off of his face, as Aragorn spoke to him quietly.
"Why do you not rest, Legolas?" Aragorn asked, concerned for the one he cared for so much.
"I have work to do," Legolas said, willing himself not to betray his feelings. He held up the broken arrow he was working on. "My supply of arrows dwindles daily. I shall not have a chance to work on them again, until we stop to rest in the town of Metheal."
"You look weary, Legolas. What's wrong?" Aragorn's warm breath brushed against Legolas's face as the man knelt down beside him. He looked worried.
"I still grieve for Gandalf, old friend," Legolas admitted, knowing that was only one reason he was tired.
Aragorn's hand touched Legolas's face softly. "Gandalf would not want you to grieve so, Legolas."
Legolas trembled at Aragorn's touch. He unconsciously leaned into the caress.
Aragorn watched Legolas carefully. He longed to do more than just touch him, Aragorn knew.
"Legolas," Aragorn whispered, as his mouth covered the beautiful elf's lips. Sparks flew through the air.
Legolas responded to the kiss sweetly, before jerking away.
Aragorn attempted to approach Legolas, but Legolas backed away, shaking his head.
"What's wrong, Legolas?" Aragorn asked him quietly.
"No, Aragorn," Legolas said in anguish. "What of Lady Arwen?" He shook his head again, even as his green eyes betrayed his feelings of confusion and longing.
Aragorn was full of pain and longing as well. He watched as Legolas placed the arrows he'd been working on in his quiver. The elf then walked away silently.
Legolas had quickly climbed a tree, seeking solitude. He remained there until the break was over.
The two hadn't said more than two sentences to each other since.
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Legolas was feeling very strange by now. The entire room was spinning around him. He looked around weakly for Merry and Pippin, but did not see them. Legolas had ordered five more cups of the tea he'd been drinking. The bartender had seen Pippin give the mixed tea and wine drink to the elf earlier, so he put wine into it each time.
Frodo entered the bar, searching for Legolas. Merry had confessed to him about what Pippin had done to Legolas's drink. Legolas did not look well at all. Frodo left the bar in a hurry and ran in search of Aragorn.
He didn't have to go far. Aragorn was searching for him.
"Where have you been?" Aragorn asked him. "I cannot protect you if you wander off alone."
"Aragorn," Frodo said, looking directly at the man. "I think you'd better see to Legolas," he murmured.
"What has happened?" Aragorn asked, instantly concerned.
"Pippin played a trick on him," Frodo explained. "He gave Legolas wine instead of tea."
Aragorn knew that elves rarely drank alcohol, except on festive occasions. Not only did it stimulate their hormones, but some elves died from it. Aragorn swore under his breath. "Where is he?" he asked.
Frodo pointed to the bar. "I'm going back to the inn, Aragorn." He ran off, hoping that Pippin's plan worked.
Aragorn entered the bar and could not see Legolas at first. Then he saw the elf sitting at a table, surrounded by men. Legolas was trembling slightly and looked ill, for his skin was mostly white. A glazed look was in his eyes.
Aragorn sighed and walked over to Legolas. "Time to go, Legolas," Aragorn told him.
Legolas looked at him blearily. "Is that you, Aragorn?" he whispered.
"Yes. We must return to the inn, Legolas," Aragorn insisted.
Legolas stood, swayed, and fell against Aragorn.
The other men around him protested. One grabbed Legolas's right arm and jerked him back into his seat.
"You ain't leavin' yet, elf," the human snarled.
"Let go of him," Aragorn said, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Or face the consequences."
Some of the men eyed him before reluctantly leaving. The man who held Legolas's arm didn't let go.
"He's mine, stranger," the man snarled. "Drunk or not, he's beautiful."
Legolas didn't understand what was going on at all. He gazed at Aragorn in confusion.
Aragorn drew Anduril and pricked the man's throat with it. "Care to repeat that?"
The man glowered and reluctantly let go of Legolas's arm. He stalked away angrily.
Aragorn sheathed Anduril once more. Legolas stood again and fell over. Aragorn sighed and picked the elf up, cradling him in his arms. He carried Legolas out of the bar.
Aragorn was stunned when Legolas twisted in his arms and tried to kiss him.
"Kiss me, Aragorn," Legolas pleaded.
This was going to be a long night, Aragorn thought. He shook his head and carried Legolas to the inn.
Aragorn saw no sign of the others, so he took Legolas up to his room and placed the elf on his bed. He walked over, closed the door, and walked back. He peered down at the pale elf. The effects of the wine would take until morning to wear off. And he would have to watch Legolas carefully to see if he was one of the few elves who were deadly allergic to alcohol.
Legolas moaned and grabbed at Aragorn, catching his sleeve.
"You smell good," Legolas whispered. The elf inadvertently pulled Aragorn onto him.
Aragorn was turned on, in spite of himself as he felt Legolas's graceful, young body squirm beneath his.
Legolas's hands began working on Aragorn's shirt. They then traced their way down Aragorn's hairy chest seductively.
Oh, god, Aragorn swore. Legolas truly wanted him. Unfortunately, the elf was drunk, and Aragorn refused to take advantage of his condition. The human couldn't help tracing the elf's face, though.
"Aragorn," Legolas whispered, moaning softly. "What's wrong with me?" The only thing he could see clearly was the man on top of him. He longed for Aragorn to touch and kiss him.
"Pippin spiked your tea," Aragorn replied. He tried to get up, but Legolas wouldn't let him. The elf was gripping his wrists tightly. "Legolas, you're drunk. I don't want to take advantage of that," he said gently.
"You don't want me?" Legolas questioned faintly. He looked hurt and disappointed.
"There's a time and place for everything, Legolas," Aragorn whispered. "And I fear you would regret it come morning. But I do want you," Aragorn admitted. "Just not intoxicated."
Legolas surprised Aragorn by unbuckling his belt. "I have always wanted you," he murmured. Aragorn couldn't help moaning softly as Legolas's hands brushed the inside of his thigh and worked their way back up to his dark hair and face.
Still, Aragorn fought to be a gentleman. "Legolas," he protested softly. "We can't, not with you like this."
Legolas saw no problems with it. "Please kiss me, Aragorn." His voice was soft as he ran his hands over Aragorn's back, pulling him closer.
Aragorn reluctantly kissed the elf, who moaned uncontrollably and responded with fire. Aragorn's good intentions were slipping away, as Legolas moved beneath him again.
Legolas's mouth tasted partly of wine, Aragorn noticed. Pippin would give Legolas the most potent wine, he thought, hiding his amusement. Aragorn knew that the particular wine on Legolas's breath held a higher concentration of alcohol than most. It would be interesting to see how Legolas felt in the morning.
Legolas traced Aragorn's chest. "I want you," he said feverishly.
Aragorn sighed and tried to force himself to remember why he couldn't say yes. "You're not yourself, Legolas," Aragorn said, gasping softly as Legolas kissed him, desire gleaming in his eyes.
Aragorn's conscience and desire were both fighting for control. Aragorn's hands traveled down to the elf's shirt and slid his hands under it, feeling Legolas's flawless, smooth chest. A whimper of pleasure escaped from Legolas's lips, as Aragorn claimed them.
"I am not drunk," Legolas protested, as Aragorn tried to control his desire for the elf and removed his hands. His face was flushed, and he trembled beneath Aragorn.
"Yes, you are," Aragorn whispered, and it was true. His self-discipline kept him from taking the elf this night, willing or not.
Instead, Aragorn unwillingly stopped Legolas. He wrapped his arms around the elf tightly and held him still, until Legolas drifted to sleep. He did not touch the elf again, though he longed to.
Aragorn gently unwound himself from the elf and covered Legolas with a blanket. He fixed his clothes, and took a seat beside the bed.
Legolas moaned softly.
Aragorn gently leaned over and kissed him. "Sleep, Legolas," he said softly. "I will watch over you."
Legolas sighed and sank into a deeper sleep. His hand reached out and grabbed a hold of the man's arm.
Aragorn was right. It would be a long night.
To be continued (maybe, if liked)