In Heat (1/2) R/NC-17 LOTR slash (Most of the Fell

Title: In Heat (1/2) (R/NC-17 slash/Most of the Fwshiwship/Legolas)
Author: sandyg
Rating: Chapter 1: R, Chapter 2: NC-17 M/M sex and a little romance
Pairing(s): A touch of implied Boromir/Sam/Pippin/Merry/Gimli X Legolas, but mainly pure AragornXLegolas
Summary: When an ancient Elven sexual condition strikes Legolas during the Quest, what’s a poor beautiful Elf to do?
Disclaimer: My apologies to Mr. JRRT’s estate but we’re just enjoying a fun little romp in the forest here. Nudge-nudge, wink-wink. It all happened (maybe) looooong ago.

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The Elf shook his elegant head in frustration, he thinking, "what the hell is wrong with me?"

Shaking his head again Legolas tried concentrating on putting one narrow foot in front of the other but all his wide eyes could see was Aragorn’s tight ass shifting under his rough brown tunic. Oh yes, even under the tunic Legolas knew how firm and beautiful Aragorn’s manly ass would feel in his slender strong hands. Oh, a heady vision of cradling that firm male ass in his talented hands while Aragorn tunneled into Legolas almost blinded the Elf’s fierce senses.

Enough. Walk, damn you, concentrate on walking, there’s a good Elf. Oh damn, now even Boromir’s heavy breathing became a dangerous distraction. All right, granted Legolas often looked at Aragorn with sincere admiration but Boromir’s arrogance and inner greed never really attracted him. But suddenly hearing that steady male breathing as they marched uphill proved wickedly enticing. Legolas dazedly imagined that’s exactly how manly Boromir sounded during fevered sex, panting and crude.

Wincing in confusion Legolas muttered a soft Elvish curse. Ha, next he’d be admiring Gimli’s broad ass or even gentle Sam’s round cheeks! Focusing his sharp gaze past Aragorn’s wonderfully wide shoulders he openly examined the Hobbits and the Dwarf. No, good, at lehis his current madness didn’t extend that far! By the Star, lusting after the gentle Hobbits felt, in Legolas’ ancient mind, like drooling over innocent children. As for Gimli... a delicate shudder shot through Legolas. Gimli was fine at his back in the heat of battle but Legolas didn’t want him on his back during sex. He had heard Dwarves weren’t exactly reserved in their lust; Legolas dt mit mind love bites but he’d rather not even entertain what damage a rampaging Gimli might do to his pure pale skin. Yes, any creature who fought like such a maniac would probably act the same during sex. Brrr.

Shaking his head again Legolas refocused. Mmm, yes, Aragorn did have wide broad shoulders just made for slender Elven ankles to rest on. Oh Gods yes. A distracting warmth filled Legolas’ willowy body and he almost fell forward against Aragorn’a back. Yes, normally since his eyesight was the keenest Legolas marched either directly behind Gandalf or at the rear. But after their last brief rest Legolas instinctively maneuvered himself between the two humans; yes, he needed to watch Aragorn’s strong supple body gracefully moving up the hill.

But what was going on inside his soul? Since they finally reached a level walking area in the high forest Legolas took the chance to dive deeply into himself, he briefly blanking out even as his feet still marched on.... oh. By Galadriel’s Sacred Mirror... Legolas groaned in agony and instantly snapped back to awareness. It was the damned wicked t’venka. Oh not now. Please not now!

Yes, a shaken Legolas remembered the last time the fierce t’venka captured him... it was five hundred years ago, but luckily Legolas was safely at home. The previous time Legolas simply remained in his airy bedroom, asking, well, demanding that every male in the palace not closely related to him adore him. After one day even his cousins joined in; after all, the stunningly beautiful Legolas was a delicious regal treat. After daysdays Legolas’ life became a mindless blur of hard slender bodies and constant sex; hell, his two younger brothers and even his Father could have plunged between his welcoming spread legs and Legolas would never had noticed. Not every male elf suffered thi this dangerous and, in Legolas’ elegant mind, nasty degrading condition but unfortunately Legolas carried the perfect genes. It was part of Legolas’ immense appeal; a small simmering touch of t’venka was always with him, making him far more enticing than a typical already seductive Elf.

But by the Great Gods, this timing was a disaster! What should he do? As Legolas concentrated another low pained moan slipped free from his ripe red lips.

Aragorn abruptly halted and Legolas narrowly missed ramming his strong back. If Legolas had rammed Aragorn he would have taken theth tth to the leafy ground and started ripping off their clothing. The passionate urge grew with each passing minute.

Aragorn swiftly turned, concern filling his handsome face. His narrowed light blue-green eyes closely studied his beautiful Elven friend. "Legolas, what’s going on back here? I’m suddenly hearing curses and moaning, which is highly unlike you. Are you well?"

A consumed Legolas could only stare at Aragorn with utter rampaging lust. Aragorn’s own light eyes widened, he viewing the perfect lust blazing at him from his companion’s wide deep blue eyes. By the Cursed Ring Aragorn had never seen Legolas look more divinely beautiful, yes, the Elf almost glowed with his brutal lust. To Aragorn’s stunned amazement his cock instantly tightened, the hard flesh reacting like an arrow to a wet seductive target. What was the lovely Elf doing to him? By the Gods Aragorn could barely speak! Shaking his head Aragorn finally forced wordse. \e. "Legolas? What..."

Another strangled little moan broke free from Legolas’ lust-swollen red lips. Yes, oh, Aragorn was possibly the most beautiful man alive and even if he wasn’t Legolas would still want him, no, need him plunging deep inside his own heated flesh, yes, soothing, stroking, exploring his every last aching inch. Stepping closer Legolas locked his wide hypnotic gaze on Aragorn and finally uttered one soft sighing word. "Aragorn."

Blinking in raw panic Aragorn tried breaking free from Legolas’ heady spell. Gods, just hearing his name slipping from between those glorious red lips nearly drove Aragorn mad with wild lust. This couldn’t be happening! What was Legolas doing to him? Even as Aragorn tried backing away from his Elf companion he found he was trapped. Heat welled in his brain. More than anything in all Middle Earth he wanted to plunge his stiff cock between the Elf’s slender ass cheeks and not stop until they both went mad or passed out. Yes, that’s what must happen, oh... stop it! Clenching his rough hands into brutal fists Aragorn blinked in amazement. Distinct fear mixed with his lust; something was very wrong here. This wasn’t the Legolas he knew and trusted, no, the dangerously enchanting creature tempting him must be under a wicked spell.

Sensing the weird tension Boromir stepped from behind Legolas, he confused about the sudden halt. "Legolas, Aragorn, why have we halted?"

Legolas turned the same hot blue stare on Boromir. Brawny Boromir choked in confused surprise and took a step back from the force of Legolas’ burning lust. Wow.

Seeing Legolas’ stare shift Aragorn tensed as a sudden fierce jealousy raged inside him. Hold on, who was Legolas attracted to here? Why was his Elf looking at Boromir? What was going on? "Legolas, what is all this wicked madness? Are you possessed?"

Legolas turned his wide insane eyes back to Aragorn, a sharp shudder ripping through his slender form. Soft teasing laughter filled the air before Legolas shook his silky golden mane against his slender shoulders. "Possessed, yes, I am possessed and oh, I need to be completely possessed by both of you strong virile young men."

As their wide eyes met in confusion Boromir and Aragorn traded a startled gasp. By now the Hobbits, Gimli and Gandalf had retracted their steps, they all wondering what was going on. Gandalf stepped close. His wise ancient eyes narrowed in deep suspicion. "Why have we halted? Legolas? What is it?"

When Legolas looked at Gandalf with those compelling wide dark blue eyes Gandalf’s sorcerous wisdom fled into the tall trees. Oh yes, Gandalf almost wanted to throw the elegant Elf to the ground, rip off his rough green clothing and expose his creamy white flesh. No.ossiossible. Gasping in anger Gandalf clutched his wooden staff, he ashamed of his base urges. "Legolas, what is wrong with you?"

More rich throaty laughter flowed from Legolas’ perfect lips. The seductive sound shimmering in the still sunny air, weaving a dangerous sexual web. Every male there shivered in stunned lust, they all instantly stepping toward the beautiful blonde Elf. Poor Frodo completely forgot about the Ring. Merry and Pippin almost drooled in quivering delight. Growling softly Gimli tensed, his strong fingers fondling his ax shaft like he could make the stiff wood come. Boromir felt his aching had cock pressing against his legging lacing and his heated mind already flooded with images showing exactly how he’d use that slender pale body. Aragorn knew, yes, he knew the glorious Elf was his forever and ever. No one else deserved such perfect male glory, no, he’d kill anyone else who dared to touch his perfect golden Elf. Legolas was his alone.

Laughing softly again Legolas cast his devouring smile across the befuddled Fellowship. His slender pale fingers teased a golden braid, he slowly popping the end in his red ripe mouth. His pouting lips suggestively sucked at his shining hair. Even as Legolas relentlessly teased the other males part of his still aware mind screamed at him to stop RIGHT NOW.

Ah! Legolas groaned and shook his head. His thin braid dropped from his trembling fingers. The other males also shook their heads, each staring at each other as if coming out of a hypnotic state. A general sharp embarrassment coated them; the out of control Fellowship felt like naughty little boys caught in an outrageous mental circle jerk. What was wrong with them?

Gimli snarled in vicious anger, he ready to slay Legolas for making him lose control until Legolas’ trembling fingers gripped his own golden hair. The slender Elf’s usually melodic voice sounded strangled. "My friends, please forgive me, please, I... I... it’s the damned ruthless t’venka."

Hearing the sorrow and panic tainting Legolas’ low voice Gimli instantly calmed. All right, the crazy seductive Elf wasn’t doing this intentionally. So what was this t’venka?

"The what?" Educated Aragorn knew plenty of obscure Elven phrases but this one was new to him. T’venka?

Hearing the strange term Gandalf’s wrinkled face paled to a sick ivory. Oh, no, he had heard of this legendary condition. "Oh lad no! Not out here!"

Trembling in effort Legolas could only nod since his fragile grasp on his sanity fast slipped away. Het lit like he hung by his long nails from a crumbling cliff. One twitch and he’d plunge into his boiling lust. Legolas’ next low rushed words flooded free, he instinctively switching to Elvish. "Yes out here. I... can barely hold onto to my sanity! The last time the t’venka struck me was 500 years ago so I never imagined... sometimes the bizarre condition is brought on by stress and I would certainly say lately I have been stressed so... oh...I can’t...c-c-contro, I., I..." Moaning in agony Legolas gasped.

Aragorn pleaded with Galdalf and Legolas, he also switching to Elvish. "But what is this strange condition? What is it?"

Legolas could only moan in reply, he keeping his achiyes yes away from the other males. Now the lust for manly glorious Aragorn near tore him in half. Aragorn felt the sexual tension mount again, he resolutely not looking at his stricken friend. "Gandalf?"

Gandalf looked shaken; oh Gods, Aragorn didn’t like that uncommon sight. "I have never seen an Elf taken by the t’venka... Aragorn, the best way to describe it is... poor gentle Legolas is in heat. The Elf must have as many males as he can endure until his t’venka returns to his soul. From what I understand if Legolas is not... serviced, shall I say, he could well go mad."

Aragorn’s full lips dropped open. "You mean Legolas needs us to... make love to him?"

Legolas groaned in consuming agony, he now wrapping his slender arms around his tight waist in an effort to control himself. His entire lithe body vibrated, he desperately trying not to let his grip... oh... he hung on with perhaps three fingers... the mental cliff was giving way...

Gimli started to protest when Boromir stepped close and angrily glared between Aragorn and Gandalf. "Here, what’s going on now? Enough of this incomprehensible Elvish prattle... we deserve to know what is going on! Is Legolas sick? Must we turn back and find an Elven healer?"

Gandalf shook his head and reverted back to the Western tongue. "Boromir, Gimli, no Elven healer can cure what is wrong here. Legolas is..."

Ignoring the explanation Aragorn’s returned his gaze to Legolas, he aghast at how badly his friend was shaking. Legolas resolutely stared at the ground until he realized Aragorn was watching him. He somehow managed to speak through his quivering lips. "Aragorn, oh, f-f-forgive me, this is n-n-not of my own choosing." Even as he spoke Legolas glanced up at Aragorn through his thick dark lashes, his wide dark eyes filled with a bizarre mix of fright, pleading and blatant sexual invitation. The mental cliff abruptly tumbled into the lust pit.

Aragorn groaned in open appreciation. "My dear Legolas, I know this is not of your choosing. You need not apologize. Helping you will be both an honor and a pleasure."

But not now.

Steeling himself Aragorn inhaled a deep breath and stepped closer to Legolas. The Elf’s seductive consuming eyes widened in sexual delight, his moist red lips pursing in conquest. Swinging his large strong fist Aragorn connected with Legolas’ temple, his attack catching Legolas completely by surprise. Legolas dropped like a young sapling and sprawled bonelessly against the leafy ground, his fair hair spilling like spun gold thread against the old leaves.

The entire company gasped in shock. Aragorn leaned down. His large hands gently placed Legolas’ light limp body over his shoulder. Aragorn’s commanding sharp stare whipped across the gawking Fellowship. "We move on."

Gandalf shook his head, he holding up one hand. "Aragorn, Legolas is going to come to and when he does..."

Aragorn quickly cut Gandalf’s words off. "Bah, I know, he’ll be an Elf possessed by both this wicked t’venka and a bad headache but by then we will have reached the Rocks of Ardin and be able to make camp. Look, I said I would help my friend and I plan to do just that for him."

Even as Aragorn spoke his inner soul thought "and I know I will enjoy every last thrust." His fingers gripped Legolas’ slim strong thighs, he enjoying the Elf’s slender warmth draped over his body. Gods, the wild Elf even smelled like pure sex, a subtle aching perfume drifting from his warm flesh. Aragorn tried ignoring the dangerous lure. "Now let’s be off." Striding forward Aragorn set a fast pace, the others scrambling to keep up.

As he walked Aragorn tried ignoring how Legolas’ taut hip brushed against his right ear. He had the feeling he would be spending plenty of time embedding himself deep within the Elf’s enticing depths. He only wondered what this madness would lead to...