Note: None of these are my characters! This is an AU where everyone wants Legolas. I'm looking for suggestions on a cure for his vampirism, but it won't be for at least three chapters. I need funny ideas, too! Elvish speech is in ''. Takes places hours after the last chapter, at sunset. Legolas' mental speech = .
Hungry
Part 9
Legolas was desperately thirsty, as he hung from the chains. The Elven vampire was feverish and couldn't stop moaning in pain. It wracked through his entire body, leaving Legolas helpless to Saruman's ministrations. The only thing keeping him going was the thought of Aragorn.
The evil wizard poked at the nearly dead elf-vampire with Gandalf's staff and wind up hitting Legolas on the head with it. "My…precious…" Saruman hissed, with drool running down his face.
Ew… Legolas whispered. He was in agony and so weak…
Saruman snickered. "Your consort will be here soon enough, my own…"
Legolas retained only a little of his vampiric abilities. You're stealing Gollum's lines, stupid. Sweat was on Legolas' forehead, as another moan left him. His vision was cloudy and faint, like trying to see through a haze.
Saruman scowled and stomped away. It was no fun tormenting Legolas when he was like this, because he was in too much pain to be witty as he usually was. "Where are those blasted Orcs," the wizard muttered.
Legolas was relieved when Saruman let him be. He was going to put everything into one, last, desperate attempt to escape. Instead of trying to yank away from the wall, the weak Elven vampire brought up one of his feet and kicked it as hard as he could, striking where the chains were connected to the wall.
The pain that shot through him was worth it, for it snapped. Legolas weakly stumbled over to the window, flinching a little at the sun. He drew back and waited until the sun finally finished setting, before Legolas dove through the window, dragging the broken chains behind him.
It was a rather ungraceful escape, for Legolas fell into a tree and got several cuts from the wooden branches. A strange-colored blood dripped out of him, before the smaller gashes began healing over.
Legolas clawed his way to the ground in desperation and ran, as best as he could, towards Rivendell. He didn't care that he had numerous splinters in him that hurt him terribly.
Aragorn, Gandalf, and Frodo got separated somehow when they were a few miles away from Isengard. Orcs had jumped out to attack them and had led the heir of Isildur away from the other two.
Anduril sung in Aragorn's hands as he sliced and stabbed his enemies. Many Orcs lay dead, but more were approaching. The son of Arathorn fought on, his thoughts focused on the one he loved.
A blond figure ran directly into the human and fell down promptly.
Aragorn looked at the figure, and his eyes lit up. "Legolas!" he said, relieved.
Legolas moaned, and a smile crossed his face weakly. He turned to the Orcs who were surrounding his human and hissed at them. Get away from him! he mentally shouted, using all of his strength.
The Orcs screeched in pain at the strange mental voice in their heads. They ran in terror, leaving the two behind.
Aragorn sheathed his sword and knelt beside Legolas, taking the Elven vampire in his arms. Legolas whimpered and met Aragorn's grey eyes. He then fainted and the human held him close in his left arm.
Aragorn paled and draped Legolas across his lap. He then drew his sword again, and cut across his right wrist veins. He placed it to Legolas' lips and used his left hand to open the elf-vampire's lips. The blood went into the Legolas's mouth.
Long moments passed, before Legolas swallowed and the pain inside him finally lessened a bit. He was so weak that Legolas had to wait for a while before he was strong enough to heal the cut on Aragorn's wrist with his own blood, taken from a pricked finger.
Aragorn grimaced slightly, but his diluted Elven blood replenished his lost blood easily. He saw that a feverish look was in Legolas' eyes, and brought his lover to a sitting position on his lap.
May I? Legolas questioned faintly, as he weakly wrapped his arms around Aragorn's neck and rested his head against the human's chest.
"Of course," Aragorn said tenderly. He tensed a little as Legolas bit into his neck, and drank. The human was again ensnared in desire as the one he loved fed off of him, taking just enough to alleviate the rest of his pain and clear his mind.
Legolas healed the bite and looked at Aragorn. He seductively licked the blood off his lips, and tried to stifle a yawn. The elf-vampire was tired, for he had been drained physically and emotionally by Saruman. The wizard had taunted him endlessly and kept him from feeding on purpose to make him weaker.
Aragorn took the initiative and pressed a gentle kiss to Legolas' lips, cuddling the beautiful creature to him. An alluring kiss was returned from the vampire, who leaned against his love.
I am all but spent, dear one, Legolas admitted, with his head under Aragorn's chin. He didn't like to show weakness, but he was too tired to hide it.
Aragorn smiled, before he gently lay his lover on the ground and curled up next to him, pulling Legolas against his body.
A soft gasp echoed as the Elven vampire felt his human lover's arousal. 'Do what you will,' Legolas murmured. 'I have not the strength to argue or take control.' He also knew that sex was another way for vampires to feed in the soul.
A hard kiss was pressed to the soft, gentle lips, followed by coarse hands sliding under the elf-vampire's shirt, as Aragorn maneuvered himself over Legolas. A sigh of pleasure made the human smile, as he quickly discarded Legolas' clothes and began on his own.
Legolas' bare body was beautiful in the moonlight, and he looked very ethereal to Aragorn, as the human reclaimed his position on his lover. A hand slid up to touch Legolas' face, but a whimper of pain sounded.
'What's wrong?' Aragorn questioned.
'It hurts,' Legolas whispered.
His lover took a closer look at his face and laughed. 'You have splinters in your face, dear one.' Aragorn paused long enough to begin removing them.
Legolas pouted a little, looking very fey at this particular moment. 'I fail to see the humor in that, considering that wood can kill a vampire.'
'How did you wind up like this?' Aragorn asked, as he finished, and dropped the splinters elsewhere.
'I jumped into a tree,' Legolas muttered. He cried out hoarsely when Aragorn's hand slid down to his thigh, before beginning to tease him. Aragorn silenced the cry with a kiss, but continued tormenting the whimpering vampire beneath him a little roughly.
Legolas was half-asleep, but jolted awake at a hard nip that drew blood. Aragorn… he protested, flinching slightly, as he covered it with his hand. You can't do that. You'll get my blood in your veins and turn into a vampire, too.
Aragorn turned pale. 'I'm sorry,' he murmured.
A nod was the answer, but Legolas continued holding the bite mark on his neck. Aragorn kissed the vampire's forehead and lips gently, and was relieved when Legolas seemed to melt against him, as soon as the cut had healed over.
Tis all right, Legolas told his lover, yawning a little, but sounding sly at the same time. You being rough did not upset me.
The two made love more gently anyway, until Legolas wound up falling asleep under Aragorn. His bare skin was luminescent, as the human sat up carefully and began dressing them both. He could hear the sounds of someone approaching.
Aragorn cradled Legolas in his arms like a child, and dove behind some bushes.
Gandalf stormed past, leading Frodo. "How dare Aragorn leave us!" he muttered loudly. "After everything we've done for him."
"Mmm-hmm," Frodo said, knowing a response was expected from him. But he did not know what to say.
Gandalf was so angry that he tripped over a hole and fell flat on his face. His hat was caught by a breeze and carried off.
Frodo covered his mouth, trying not to laugh, as he saw Gandalf's hair without his hat.
To be continued
