Chapter 10: Lust and Unexpected Viewers

My grin faltered when Legolas looked a bit shaken up by my boldness. "What… what will you do?"

I kissed his chin, figuring that maybe he wasn't so keen on not being in control. Some males are like that, I guess. Since I was mostly submissive, I never felt losing control was a bad thing when you were with someone you trusted and cared for. I murmured, "What do you want me to do?"

He trembled slightly and cupped my cheek gently with one hand. He leaned in for a kiss, and answered huskily, "Anything will feel good. However, I fear we might have strayed too long from the others. What if we are caught?"

Oh no, he was so not going to play this escape act with me. It wasn't fair if I got pleasure, and he received none. I kissed him deeply, delving my hands into his silky hair, fighting the urge to scare the hell out of him by getting him totally naked with one thought.

Though the idea was something I could stock into my head of kinkiness for later, now was not the time or the place for such things. I just wanted to give Legolas pleasure. I wanted to see his face full of rapture and ecstasy. Was that too much to ask?

"I don't care, Legolas…. I NEED to give you pleasure…." I purred seductively, causing Legolas to start panting again, as if he'd run five thousand leagues with no food or water or rest.

I kissed him deeply, tuggin his hair slightly, and loving the soft moan coming from his throat. I couldn't help wondering what it would be like once I turned back into my male self. Would I be so aggressive? So sure of myself? Or would I fall back into a seemingly teenage state of awkwardness. All thought passed as Legolas started responding to me with a lustful hot fervor, his hand twisting in my hair and his breath quickening on my skin.

I kissed him for what seemed like forever, until I pulled away and lifted my knee between his legs. Legolas let out a startled gasp and shuddered against me as I found a satisfying bulge to rub against. He looked into my eyes with renewed lust and fire, and found my lips, pulling me close again, shuddering and moaning with each nudge of my knee against his elven package.

I reached down, without his knowledge, it seems and found the ties of his soft leggings. Legolas' kisses were turning more violent and out of control, and I knew that I was going to have bruises come morning, but I didn't care. This was for Legolas, and for him alone.

Pressing my knee against him hard sent Legolas almost into a bucking frenzy, his head rolled back against the Mithril veined wall, shuddering and gasping his pleasure and pain. His hips jerked involuntarily and I went in for the kill. I kissed my way down to his throat and licked the skin there. I smelled his intoxication and felt him shudder again, whispering my name over and over.

I slipped my hand down into his pants and cupped him. I wondered why I was not shy about this, for I was a total virgin and had never touched any other being there except for myself. But, sure enough, as soon as my hand stroked him for the first time, Legolas let out a gasping cry, causing a pleasant chill go down my spine. I felt my body be driven by lust and want, stroking and pleasing my lover, still licking his neck.

And when I sensed that he was damn close to cumming, I bit down hard, sinking my fangs into his neck, drinking his blood, and accepting his proposal. Legolas shuddered and cried out his climax, spurting his essence into my hand. I licked up his blood from the bite marks and turned to face him. He kissed me, trembling with the after effects of his desire.

I withdrew my hand and absently licked up his spunk.

Legolas spotted the act and he chuckled softly as I made a bitter face, "Essence is an acquired taste…."

I kissed him gently and sighed softly, feeling calm and sated now that my lover was spent. "Yea well, I'll get used to it." I then blushed as my words blared me in the face.

He chuckled again and kissed me tenderly, reaching up to brush the hair from my face. His tender touch was needed, and he whispered, "Forgive me for taking the initiative so soon after our agreement to try to refrain from it. I just could not resist touching you, tasting you… marking you."

I flushed a bit and smiled, resting my head on his chest and letting his long golden locks soothe me. "Likewise."

"If… dragons mark the same way elves do… then…." Legolas left off, and I assumed that he wanted me to clarify. So I did.

"Yes… they do. We are betrothed." I sighed wistfully and then poked his chest. "If I ever die on you, you won't just like fade?"

Legolas however wasn't paying attention. He was staring in shock at the other side of the cavern. I took a look and stared in horror. There standing in the opening of the cavern were two hobbits. Both were watching with amused looks and I buried my head into Legolas' chest, muttering, "Fuck it all to hell."

Thank whatever gods there are in this world and above that the peeps who spotted our love session was none other than Merry and Pip. One would think that those two would be more child like in their observations, and so Legolas and I both were not only embarrassed, but mortified that they had possibly damaged their virgin eyes.

However, it was not the case. As we walked over to them, they grinned brightly and patted Legolas on the back, as if he was their hero. "Nice to know that elves are just as amorous as us Shire folk." Pippin smirked wryly.

If I could have crawled into a hole and let the world go on without me, I would have. Instead, I stared at both in shock. Legolas blushed, truly blushed, all the way to the tips of his ears. The look was actually adorable on him, but I wasn't really paying attention. Merry then gave me a look of knowing understanding, "If you allow me and Pip to ride on your back once the war is over and you can change into a dragon, then we won't tell a soul."

Why was this up to me? I blinked at him dumbly before I shrugged, "Sure."

"Swear it." Pippin stated with cunning countenance.

Who would have thought that I would have to swear a dragon's oath just because of some really needed sexual release with my now fiancé? Still, I sighed and pressed my wrist to my chest and stated proudly, "I swear on pain of death and banishment to hell that I would let Pippin and Merry ride on my back across all the lands if they wish it if they keep their vow of silence."

"That was so cool." Pippin grinned at Merry as Legolas and I went back to camp.

Everyone was still sleeping, or so we assumed. Merry and Pippin had offered for first watch, and had been curious to see where we had gone off too. Well, they found us, so they sat chatting softly and watching everything around the group.

So, Legolas curled up next to my side and kissed my hair, murmuring, "I am sorry."

"It's not your fault." I murmured back and tried to keep from dying in my sleep from embarrassment.

Still, letting the two hobbits ride on my back wouldn't be such a bad thing. At least I wasn't selling my soul to a dark rider. Shivering, I pulled a blanket over my body and tried to sleep. Sleep didn't come fast enough for me, though Legolas, after a moment's hesitation, put an arm around my waist and snuggled. Who would have thought elves were snugglers?

As I rested my eyes, I could feel his breath on my skin. It was soothing, and soon, despite my ire, and despite the roaring snores of Gimli nearby, I feel asleep.

Little did I know that two certain people were watching our every move. One was a troubled man, and one was an amused wizard.

The next day, Legolas gently woke me with a whispered, "Neth lhûg awaken."

I blinked and rubbed my eyes, yawning largely. I got up and stretched, noting that the hobbits were already pulling out their dried rations. I heard my stomach rumble and went through my pack for some jerky. As I did so, Legolas wandered over to speak with Gandalf. Though I have perfect sensitive hearing, I refrained from eavesdropping, though it was hard to do so.

I munched on my handy dandy breakfast and looked around. It was still dim in this cavern, but at least the silence was broken by the soft hustle and bustle of the group packing up and breaking their fast. I felt inquisitive looks in my direction, especially from Borimir, but they weren't as annoying. Maybe that was due to the fact that everyone was getting used to my feminine form. Either that or I was feeling much better than last night. I blushed as I thought of what Legolas and I managed to do in these probably orc or goblin infested caves.

I reached up and rubbed my marking, which would fade when it healed completely, and eventually turn into a tattoo if Legolas and I truly mated as lovers for life. Some how that idea wasn't as scary to think about as it had been before. Either that or my feminine side was taking control. I might be a friggin wreck when I turned back into a male this evening.

While Gandalf spoke with Legolas, I stood and took up my pack. Before I could go and help Sam and the others pack up, I chanced a glance at Pippin and Merry, who were chatting happily about what they were going to do after this adventure. I snickered, probably smoke a whole barrel of pipe weed I imagine.

Despite what happened the night before, the hobbits acted true to their word, saying nothing at all about their nice love scene show. I was grateful, and was just starting to relax when Borimir walked over to me.

I warily looked at him, and tried to keep in mind my promise to be at least civil to him on this journey.

He smiled a bit and asked, "How are you holding up, young one?"

Young one? Since when am I a friggin young one to him? Still, I had told myself to be civil, so I smiled back at him, "Very good. I had the best night's sleep yet on this journey."

"Ah…." He nodded, and then shrugged, saying, "One would think that it would be hard for a dragon to be in such an enclosed space without the night air surrounding them."

I sighed softly and refused to get irritated. "I guess it depends on the company one is with."

"True." He agreed. Then he gestured towards Legolas. "You two have grown quite close these past days on this journey. I wonder how that is possible, considering the feuds between both of your species."

I bristled slightly, and gritted my teeth. "Well, I figure that dragons and everybody else do not get along. But, Lord Elrond said we had to unite or fall. And I don't know about you, but I'd rather be friends with a toad than fall into shadow."

And with that I turned around and helped Sam pack up.

Borimir wouldn't let it lie however, and said gently, "I meant no disrespect."

Oh really? I thought sarcastically before I reminded myself of my pledge to not be mean.

"I am just trying to understand your kin a bit more. Our lands would be more protected if we had friends in the dragon kingdom. I am only trying as you say, to be allies… friends." He said with a frustrated scowl, helping Pippin and Merry with their things.

Frodo went off with Aragorn, just taking in the sights of Moria. I sighed with resignation and turned around to look at him. I stared into his eyes for a moment, and noted that he was fuckin' desperate to protect his people. I felt my eyes soften and I reached out and touched his chest, feeling his heart beat under his tunic and armor.

"Though I cannot speak for my kin, I can tell you this, Borimir. If we get through this alive and do what we had set out to do, then I and all of my lineage that chooses honor will honor an alliance with Gondor." I sighed and noticed he wore a necklace around his neck.

It was then that I knew I had been wrong all along. Borimir was not wary of me because I might be some juicy bit of flesh… he was wary because I was a dragon… nothing more. "You are mated?"

He backed away slightly and rubbed his necklace a bit, smiling shyly, "Yes… well, going to be. We are going to marry as soon as the war is over. She was not my father's first choice, but I care not. She is everything to me."

He then got a misty look in his eye before he murmured, "I miss her dearly."

I felt really guilty now. I still felt danger coming off of him in waves, but it wasn't for the reason I had pegged him for. Until I found out that reason, I would have to guard myself extra carefully, but at least I could make it up to him by forging what he said… an alliance.

I smiled lightly, "I miss my family too."

After that moment, something changed within the Fellowship. Some of us grew closer, while other of us grew more protective. It was a common goal that we all shared to somehow get out of these bloody nappy caves and get Frodo to Mordor without getting ourselves killed or worse. I didn't even want to think of the reasons why Gandalf was so leery of this place.

That night, I switched back into a male and felt loads better. I was with Legolas, since I had been a bit moody and didn't want anyone around me to witness the change besides him. Fuck, he had seen me already change into a friggin female the first time around, so who cared if he saw me turn back into a male?

Now back to normal, as normal could get in a dank, dark place such as this, I was a bit unprepared when Legolas nuzzled my neck and kissed the mating mark on my skin. "Legolas….?"

"Just making sure it was still there." Was all he said before he helped me up and we went back to the group.

Ever since the night before, there was like a congenial agreement between Legolas and I. Keep our mouths and hands for the most part to ourselves, or risk even more embarrassment. Merry and Pippin were proving true to their words of secrecy, but what would happen if someone else viewed our acts of passion?

However, as we made our way further into the dark of Moria, ideas of lust soon faded, and anxiousness to get out without being seen took precedence. Legolas no longer hovered over me, though he still came by my side often to check how I was. Now that I was male, maybe he figured he didn't have to be as protective.

Being hormonal like usual, I both missed and delighted in his absence. I missed him because I had come used to his comforting presence, and I delighted in being left alone to sort through different chaotic thoughts. Fuck, if I ever came cross a mind reader on this journey, I'd probably confuse the hell out of them. I certainly confused myself all the time.

We went into a huge mine shaft that night, that was huge and bigger than any cavern we had yet seen. I was used to our own mines back home, but this was a whole lot bigger than any I had ever encountered. It was staggering to see how much the Dwarves had cut away the rock and stone for their ore of Mithril.

Gandalf shed some more light into the great shaft, telling Frodo, "Moria's wealth was not in gold or precious stones, but in the mining of Mithril."

Gandalf was like a walking, talking encyclopedia, full of knowledge and useful information. I was soaking up his knowledge like a moth to a flame, knowing that if I ever went back home, what stories I could tell of the great of Middle Earth. I looked down from the edge, not afraid of heights by any stretch of the imagination.

"Balin gave Bilbo a shirt of pure Mithril." Gandalf continued.

"Ahh, what a kingly gift!" Gimli stated proudly as we walked further around the shaft.

"I never told Bilbo, but it's worth was greater than all the Shire." The great wizard smirked slightly.

Frodo rubbed his chest a bit, and looked a bit puzzled, but then seemed to make a decision about whatever it was he was thinking about and continued to stick close to the grey wizard.

I saw the pretty shining ore in the rocks and resisted the urge to find an axel and chisel it into pieces to stow away for later stone collecting. Legolas came over to me and gently touched my arm, not saying anything, just questioning me with his soul full blue eyes. I smiled slightly and nodded, allowing him to lead me away from the shaft with it's riches.

We came to stop at a three way fork in our path. Gandalf scrutinized each path before saying softly, "I have no memory of this place."

We decided to make camp there, though it was on a steep stair way. I found myself snuggling up against Legolas, feeling more tired than usual. He stroked my hair and I felt myself purr lightly in contentment. Despite my contentment, I wished to be out of there as soon as possible. I did not want to linger here much longer. Borimir had been right about dragons, or at least my type of dragons. We needed the fresh night air or morning light to give us energy and strength. The longer a dragon was away from these energy sources, the more their power drained. It also didn't help that there wasn't a pack of deer around to feed me.

I was ravenous, but rationed myself like the others, knowing that there may come a time when I might need an emergency store. I felt a sense of evil lurking and I snapped my head to look in the direction. Legolas spotted it too.

Apparently so did Frodo, for he scampered up to where Gandalf was sitting.

"There is something down there." Frodo hissed softly, his eyes wide with fear.

"Gollum." Gandalf said with stoic indifference, "He has been following us for three days."

Who the fuck was Gollum? I wondered as I settled back into Legolas' arms, taking comfort in rubbing my talisman. Legolas reached down and fingered my choker. "You rub your talisman like it gives you a sense of protection, but not your choker… why not?"

I sighed and smiled tiredly, "Because the choker is not intended for my usage. The talisman is."

Legolas was puzzled, but waited until I explained. "The choker was given to me by my mother to take with me just in case I found someone to care about. I am to give it to whoever I find dear to me to keep them protected."

"And have you found someone you hold dear?" The elf teased lightly, going back to stroking my hair.

I yawned and nodded, "Yes… many."

"Rest, Neth lhûg, rest…." Legolas murmured, kissing my forehead.

I briefly heard Gimli ask Legolas, "Will the lad be alright? He looks a tad pale."

"He will hold out." Legolas answered, and I found myself lulled to sleep with his soothing words calming me.

Yea, poor Locien is starting to get tired, but who wouldn't honestly? The next chapter will be up probably in the next few days. I am on a role! Thank you again for your lovely reviews, they make me smile.