Title: The Thrill of the Chase
Rating: Strong R
Summary: Legolas leads a double life: in one, he's the lovable prince of Mirkwood; the other, he's a deadly assassin up for hire. Yet when he meets a young human his worlds collide, throwing both he and the ones he loves into a deadly game of cat and mouse. A/L
Warnings: SLASH! Will be Aragorn and Legolas, but not for a LONG time! Well, I lie...but you will just have to wait and find out... Also, this will be rather violent (what story of mine isn't?) and there may be a few things in there that will gross people out.
Author's Notes: All right, I know that starting up another story is the last thing that I should be doing at the moment, but I have LOTS of this written, and since, at the moment at least, I do not have the time to actually write, I may as well post this so that I don't fade from your recollection! So please forgive me for this, but I hope you enjoy it as well. Also for Ihni, who is patiently sitting here telling me to update something and sending me drool-worthy Pirates of the Caribbean clips...
Story Explanations: I don't even recall when I started writing this, let alone why as it is not my usual thing, but it is here nonetheless - there is also a lot of it! Now keep in mind that it is and AU (Alternate Universe) and thus means that the characters are not the completely the same as the movie or book. I have taken certain aspects of the original characterizations and expanded upon them, turning them into what you see now. For instance, I have always loved the part in The Two Towers (book) where Legolas was a real smart-ass and made that comment about the hobbits growing wings and flying away - this I have taken and fashioned his character into having a lot more of an attitude. So please refrain from telling me that he would not say some of those things, as I am very well aware of that!
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The Thrill of the Chase
Chapter One
Penalty of Lust
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There's another world inside of me that you may never see
There are secrets in this life that I can't hide
Somewhere in this darkness there's a life that I can't find
Maybe it's too far away, or maybe I'm just blind.
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Pushing the swinging double doors open, Legolas walked into the crowed tavern. Almost immediately the place went quiet, all eyes fixated upon the being that had just entered the common room of 'The Wayward Star', the only inn within the town of Larnfield.
Glancing around the crowded room, Legolas forced himself to ignore the glances that he was given while he searched face after face for the man that he was looking for. Finally seeing him at a back table playing cards with three other men, Legolas took a deep breath before stalking seductively over.
Many times he had been told that the key was to be confident, demanding and yet desirable at the same time. Problem was, he had never put his teachings into action before this very moment, so, in all truth, he was hardly as collected as he appeared on the outside.
As he walked, his head held high, he could feel the attention of the other patrons upon him, their eyes left free to roam over his practically see- through shirt and down his skin-tight breeches; neither leaving much up for the imagination to contrive. A sudden slap on his backside caught the Elf completely unawares and, whirling on the man, he only just had time to stop himself from carrying out his first initial thought.
Smiling sweetly at the man instead of snapping his neck as he had first wanted to, Legolas forced himself to move on and keep his mind focused on the mission at hand.
'Self-confidence' he told himself over and over again as he reached the table.
Smiling enticingly, Legolas simply took hold of his targets shoulder and, crushing that bleating voice inside of him, straddled the man and the chair all before the man - Sard -could say anything against the action. Wrapping his arms around the man's neck, Legolas slid himself up further into the man's lap and rested his head in the spot near the man's shoulder and chest, pulling a loud moan from the straddled man. Almost instantly, he felt the old man react to his presence as well as his waist being circled by a pair of arms that, when the owner was in his youth, would have been exceptionally strong. The arms tightened even further, pulling the Elf taut against the man's chest and abdomen to the point of causing the Elf a great deal of discomfort and the want to hurl.
A slight laugh went up about the table as each of the men looked their boss's new play thing over, while a mirroring sigh erupted about the room as the men that had watched Legolas walk in saw him settle down in the man's lap.
"Good evening, my lords," Legolas addressed them all with a sly smile from his position pressed up against the now broadly grinning man. Looking about the table, Legolas could tell that none of them were even close to being of Lord Status, but still, flatter and flirt with them all and nothing will seem out of place. "You do not mind if I watch on, do you?"
"Hello," the tall man to the left of Sard said brazenly as he assessed the Elf that had so boldly approached them. Obviously happy with what he saw, the man gave a slight bow of his head and a suggestive smile. "Of course we do not mind, you can even play if you so wish..." the underlying meaning was not lost to Legolas, who, not enjoying being in this situation at all, just smiled as best he could and tried to keep things professional.
"What game are you playing?" he asked innocently, playing the part of the dim-witted whore that he was meant to be and acting as if he had not caught onto the leer in the man's eyes and tone.
Despite his innocent and stupid show, Legolas sat there and quickly calculated the man's strengths and weaknesses. He was as tall as Legolas yet broader in the shoulders. He was the youngest there which reflected in the muscular chest and arms as well as the quicker response time that he seemed to possess; assessed through his eyes with a slight test of Legolas'. He carried both a sword and a crossbow and Legolas could clearly see five darts in his belt and three 'concealed' within his boot. The hang of his belt suggested that there were a dagger suspend off the back; not at all a good place to place one as it was too easy for an outsider to grab. This man may have been the quickest there, but he was definitely not the smartest.
"Whist," the man directly behind the Elf said. Wanting to get a better look at the man that fell into his blind spot, Legolas let his hands slip to the shoulders of the man that he sat upon. Offering Sard an encouraging smile, Legolas lent backwards, his back arching gracefully and his head lolling back towards the table, creating a waterfall of loose golden hair. Sard's hands dropped, allowing the Elf the needed degree of movement, and instead came to rest upon Legolas' outer thighs, holding him securely place.
Seeing the man that had spoken, Legolas quickly looked him over, appearing as innocent as possible.
Two daggers; one concealed in each sleeve and possibly a third on his belt. By the way he sat, Legolas could tell that he was left handed, his sword making him tilt slightly to the left as it resided on his right hip. A man like him was bound to have at least one more dagger within his boot and maybe one strapped to the outside of his leg. The fact that his left eye was closed over due to a large scar that ran from his hairline to just above his mouth and that his right eye seemed slightly lazy meant that he was enable to shot or throw anything; his aim would be too far off to even attempt such a thing in a fight. He was more bulky then well built, his middle hanging slightly over his pants while his shoulders were bent from the years he had lived.
Smiling shyly again as he slowly raised himself up, making a show of his graceful movements and the way that he was literally all over Sard, Legolas concluded that the man behind him was of little worry and that he would be able to defeat him in less then a minute if need be.
Gently massaging Sard's shoulders, Legolas looked to the last man on his right and offered him an alluring wink.
The brains of the situation. This man was dressed like a clerk, his tailored jacket lined with silk and buttoned in gold; secretly, Legolas could not see why the others had not yet bumped him off, for his clothes alone would be worth a fortune to the humans out here. He only had a dagger; rusted in appearance thus showing the rarity that it needed to be used, that was strapped to his side in what was a rather awkward position to draw.
About a minute, Legolas told himself truthfully. One minute and they would all be down and not getting up again. But no, Sard was his only target; the trick was to get him alone which, seeing the way he reacted to Legolas' past show of leaning back in his lap would not be that hard at all.
"Ah," Legolas sighed contently while pushing his head back into the man's chest, "Whist; far too many calculations and possible outcomes for me." Shrugging his shoulders, smirking and rolling his eyes, he fluttered his eyelashes a little before looking to the clerk. "Guess I shall just watch you fine lords playing."
One of Sard's hands moved from his outer thigh to over his leg, the man's thumb drawing circles on the Elf's inner leg. "We would teach ya good if ya want t' try," he informed the Elf, his words slurred with intoxication as he bowed his head to suck at the Elf's throat.
Tossing his head back so that Sard was allowed more exposed skin to explore, Legolas once again winked suggestively at the clerk of the group, seeing the man flush at the rather public display that the Elf and his boss were putting on.
Having had enough himself, Legolas licked his lips and prepared to put his plan into action.
Moaning slightly and squirming within the man's grasp, Legolas leaned over and whispered into the man's ear, his voice demanding and full of seduction. "Take me upstairs..." letting his tongue flick out and glide over the man's earlobe, he moved in even closer, "...now!"
The effect was practically immediate. Sard's arms tightened around Legolas' waist as he stood up, forcing the Elf's legs to wrap around his hips in order to prevent his fall while Legolas had to pull himself up tighter to the human with his arms.
"'Cuse us," Sard said as best as he could through his alcohol and lust filled mind.
Without so much as another word of explanation, he started to stagger towards the steps, one arm around Legolas' hips, the other rubbing the Elf's backside as he walked.
Resisting the urge to slap the hands away, Legolas helped guide the man as much as he could until finally, and with more then a little difficulty, they made it to an unoccupied room on the top floor.
Kicking the door closed behind him, Sard carried Legolas over to the bed where he dropped him rather unceremoniously.
Watching as the man hurried over and locked the door, Legolas started to ponder on the best way to go about this.
A slight laugh came from the excited man as he made his way over to the sprawled out Elf, his face twisted into an expression of aroused glee. Practically throwing himself onto the bed, Sard slowly started to crawl up the soft structure, his fingers twisting into the cover as he kept his eyes locked onto the seemingly willing Elf. Reaching out, he grabbed Legolas by the hips and, with a vicious tug, pulled him over the surface and underneath him, the blankets scrunching up as the Elf slid along.
Playing the part and whimpering slightly, Legolas felt the man's hands travel to the ties of his breeches and knew that he had to act *really* quickly.
"Why so hasty, my lord?" he asked innocently while letting his long eyelashes flutter slightly. The only response that he received was a hard thrust against his leg as the man leaned down to lick at his throat.
"Wait! Stop," Legolas tried to make his tone as pleading as possible, "I was hoping that...that we could..."
"What?" Sard asked rather annoyed at being called to a halt by a common whore.
"I have an idea that will make this far more...entertaining for you," Legolas offered with a mock shy smile. Seeing the interest flash in the lord's eyes, Legolas gently pushed the man off him and to the side while he clambered of f the bed.
Moving over to his pack that he had pre-placed in the room, knowing exactly how this night would play out, he pulled out a thick length of cord. Turning on his heels with a suggestive smile, he held it up by one end, allowing the other to fall down to the floor while he licked his lips and moved cat like back towards the bed.
"Have you been naughty?" the man asked with a sickeningly pleased tone.
Biting back the want to just stab the man, Legolas reminded himself where he was and what he had to do. It had to look accidental, had to be so that it could not be blamed on anyone. When in such a town as Larnfield; known for her population of thugs and outlaws, even one as skilled and accomplished as Legolas had to be careful.
"No, my lord," Legolas said as innocently as he could manage, "I was thinking that you may enjoy it more if you were the 'naughty' one." Raising an eyebrow elegantly, Legolas crawled up onto the bed and smiled encouragingly at the human before him. Placing the rope between his teeth and moving a hand down to the man's right arm, Legolas let his fingertips trail over the coarse material before entwining his fingers with those of Sard's. Pushing the limb up along the bed in an almost sensual movement, Legolas leant far across the man's body and mirrored his past action with Sard's other hand. Straddling the human once more, he held the excited man's arms up to the metal bars that made the bed-head and, slipping the rope from his mouth, bound them tightly to the thickest of the posts.
"Oh," Sard let out a string of aroused groans as he squirmed under the Elf, his eyes telling of the levels of enjoyment that he was drawing from this.
Pushing Sard's head to the side, Legolas licked lightly at the man's jaw before moving his mouth next to the thug's ear. "I shall fetch us some wine," he purred out while shoving himself off the man's hips.
A small table was positioned in the far corner of the room, stacked with wineglasses and a small bottle of red wine for the use of the rooms' occupants. Taking two of the goblets from the tray, Legolas uncorked the flask of wine and filled both glasses to the rim.
In one quick, imperceptible movement, Legolas spun the ring that sat on his right index finger so that it was on the inside of his hand. Making a fist, he easily crushed the fake stone while allowing the powder that had been concealed within to fall into one of the filled glasses.
Grabbing both glasses, Legolas forced a smile onto his face before turning around to face the man. Walking over as seductively as he could while idly swirling the wine in both glasses, he crawled up onto the bed and looked down at Sard with an impish sparkle in his eyes.
Leaning down, he placed a half-kiss, half-lick to the man's cheek before placing the glass in his right hand on the small bedside table. Straddling the man again, Legolas reached down and wound one of his hands behind Sard's head, tilting it upwards while bringing the wine glass to his lips.
"Drink," he prompted gently as the man opened his mouth. Slowly feeding the liquid to his victim, Legolas kept the man's head in place so that he could not pull away from the offered liquid. "That is it, drink my lord, take it all in," urging the man as he guzzled the crimson liquid down his throat, Legolas absentmindedly look about the room, planning the path that he would take in order to escape when the time finally came.
Seeing that the man had finished his drink, Legolas knew that he could finally relax. Climbing off the bed while ignoring Sard's cries of protest, he picked up his own glass of wine and took a large gulp while seating himself in a chair off to the left.
"Come on, little Elf, don't be shy!" the man almost moaned from his restrained position upon the bed. "I won't hurt ya - much!"
Taking another sip of wine and slumping slightly in his chair, Legolas just offered the man a pitying look as he let out a long and labored sigh. "I think I shall wait a little bit...not quite in the mood." He dropped while trying to hide his mirth at the upset look that passed over the desperate man's features.
"Why wait," Sard smiled suggestively while giving his hips a slight flex.
"Do not be so crude!" Legolas chided as his face scrunched up in disgust before transforming into a dazzling smile. "And I am waiting for the poison that I slipped into your drink to take effect and stop your heart." Legolas said simply and emotionlessly with the smile still plastered to his face.
It seemed to take the man a moment or two to realize what it was that the Elf had just said, but once the words rang home, a look of utter terror settled upon his face. Struggling against his bonds with a fierceness that surprised the Elf, Sard's eyes bulged as his mouth opened and closed like a fish.
"Oh yes, that is it," Legolas said patronizingly, "struggle. It only makes your heart pump faster and your blood circulate at a quicker rate, thus spreading the poison." Shaking his head at the startled look that seemed permanently etched upon the old man's face, Legolas let out another sigh while draining the glass of all the red wine. "Honestly, humans" he muttered to himself as the man on the bed started to convulse. A deep gurgling sound came from Sard's throat as his back arched in pain and shook while his eyes started to roll back in his head.
"Oh," Legolas exclaimed while leaping to his feet. "I almost forgot." Leaning down and placing a small kiss on the man's brow, he smiled devilishly while taking a few steps away from the trembling man. "Verdox sends his regards."
At the use of the human's name, Sard's eyes widened more then they already were, if that was entirely possible. Whatever this man had done, it was enough for Verdox to pay a high price for Legolas' services and had had enough of an impact upon Sard to cause such a reaction.
"You see, this is perfect," Legolas muttered to the man that seemed almost paralyzed bar his feverously darting eyes. "I could not have planned it better myself! You are a man with little morals, so a bawdy-house seems to apply to you. When a young whore comes on to you, of course you cannot refuse. Trouble is, the libertine is into a little kink; he takes you upstairs where things start to escalate, and BOOM," Legolas shouted with a little spring in his step, "your heart fails you. Now the whore, utterly horrified as he is, runs off into the night never to be seen again. The end, case closed, drug undetectable."
"Y-you're...in-insane," Sard managed to choke out around his coughs and gasps.
"No, my current employer is," Legolas contradicted while pulling the flimsy shirt off his back and throwing it into the corner. Reaching into a pack that lay under the small desk, he pulled out a tunic of deep green and slipped it over his head. "You really should be careful about who you wrong, as, professionally speaking, I would rather throw myself off a cliff before aggravating him."
A loud gurgle from behind told the Elf that the man had finally passed. Walking over to the bound corpse, he took the right hand of the man and pulled out his boot-knife, spinning it as he released it from the sheath. Looking from the hand to his knife, he realized his predicament. If he cut it off as a trophy as he was supposed to do, it completely ruined his cover story of the heart attack and the scared whore; and he had *not* put up with that degrading display for nothing!
Dropping the bound hand, he grabbed the left and slipped the chunky ring from the man's index finger and placed it into his pocket. Pulling the leather tie out of Sard's hair, he parted a section from underneath and cut the lock off at the scalp before using the cord to tie it together. Placing that with the ring, he also took the small dagger that lay inside Sard's boot as another token.
Placing the dagger into his bag, Legolas, without so much as a second look at the bound corpse, grabbed his pack and made for the window.
Throwing the bag up onto the roof, the prince turned assassin heard a knock on the door and a voice that made him stop dead in his tracks.
"Sard," it was the man that had first welcomed Legolas to the table, "can we watch?"
Biting down on his tongue in utter disgust, Legolas squeezed his eyes shut to try and purge the thoughts out of his head. Perhaps Sard and his gang did all deserve to die.
Thinking quickly as the knock was repeated and the clerk pleaded to be allowed entrance, Legolas let out a few fake 'ohs' and 'ahas' before calling out weakly, "No!"
Turning back to the window he grabbed hold of the awning and, in one quick movement, swung himself out and up in a wide arch. Landing on the sloped covering in a crouched position, he quickly grabbed his pack, slung it over his shoulder and ran sure-footedly and soundlessly across the shingled roof.
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Tbc...
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Upcoming preview: Chapter Two:
"Verdox," Legolas replied with an even and confident tone. "I was...delayed due to a few complications."...
... Gangs were starting to spread out, shadows moving stealthy below him, huddling within the shadow... ...A high kick to the head saw the first fall into the mud, just as his elbow crushing a man's nose saw to it that the murky liquid that lined the ground splashed up the sides of the surrounding fighter's pants... ..."The way I see it," Legolas continued, "I did you and this town a favor. I did that which you could not." "Indeed, I could not murder in cold blood!"
Later On:
"I want two thousand gold pieces upon that Elf's head," Verdox instructed slowly, "and I want every bounty hunter, assassin and mercenary within three days ride of here to know of it. We will show him fear!"
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Ok, no more previews for you! *hides away the rest of the story!*
I hope you liked it, and that you can forgive me for starting yet another story. But hey, at least it promises to be an interesting one! LOL!
I wish you all well, and goodnight,
Minka.
Rating: Strong R
Summary: Legolas leads a double life: in one, he's the lovable prince of Mirkwood; the other, he's a deadly assassin up for hire. Yet when he meets a young human his worlds collide, throwing both he and the ones he loves into a deadly game of cat and mouse. A/L
Warnings: SLASH! Will be Aragorn and Legolas, but not for a LONG time! Well, I lie...but you will just have to wait and find out... Also, this will be rather violent (what story of mine isn't?) and there may be a few things in there that will gross people out.
Author's Notes: All right, I know that starting up another story is the last thing that I should be doing at the moment, but I have LOTS of this written, and since, at the moment at least, I do not have the time to actually write, I may as well post this so that I don't fade from your recollection! So please forgive me for this, but I hope you enjoy it as well. Also for Ihni, who is patiently sitting here telling me to update something and sending me drool-worthy Pirates of the Caribbean clips...
Story Explanations: I don't even recall when I started writing this, let alone why as it is not my usual thing, but it is here nonetheless - there is also a lot of it! Now keep in mind that it is and AU (Alternate Universe) and thus means that the characters are not the completely the same as the movie or book. I have taken certain aspects of the original characterizations and expanded upon them, turning them into what you see now. For instance, I have always loved the part in The Two Towers (book) where Legolas was a real smart-ass and made that comment about the hobbits growing wings and flying away - this I have taken and fashioned his character into having a lot more of an attitude. So please refrain from telling me that he would not say some of those things, as I am very well aware of that!
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The Thrill of the Chase
Chapter One
Penalty of Lust
*****
There's another world inside of me that you may never see
There are secrets in this life that I can't hide
Somewhere in this darkness there's a life that I can't find
Maybe it's too far away, or maybe I'm just blind.
*****
Pushing the swinging double doors open, Legolas walked into the crowed tavern. Almost immediately the place went quiet, all eyes fixated upon the being that had just entered the common room of 'The Wayward Star', the only inn within the town of Larnfield.
Glancing around the crowded room, Legolas forced himself to ignore the glances that he was given while he searched face after face for the man that he was looking for. Finally seeing him at a back table playing cards with three other men, Legolas took a deep breath before stalking seductively over.
Many times he had been told that the key was to be confident, demanding and yet desirable at the same time. Problem was, he had never put his teachings into action before this very moment, so, in all truth, he was hardly as collected as he appeared on the outside.
As he walked, his head held high, he could feel the attention of the other patrons upon him, their eyes left free to roam over his practically see- through shirt and down his skin-tight breeches; neither leaving much up for the imagination to contrive. A sudden slap on his backside caught the Elf completely unawares and, whirling on the man, he only just had time to stop himself from carrying out his first initial thought.
Smiling sweetly at the man instead of snapping his neck as he had first wanted to, Legolas forced himself to move on and keep his mind focused on the mission at hand.
'Self-confidence' he told himself over and over again as he reached the table.
Smiling enticingly, Legolas simply took hold of his targets shoulder and, crushing that bleating voice inside of him, straddled the man and the chair all before the man - Sard -could say anything against the action. Wrapping his arms around the man's neck, Legolas slid himself up further into the man's lap and rested his head in the spot near the man's shoulder and chest, pulling a loud moan from the straddled man. Almost instantly, he felt the old man react to his presence as well as his waist being circled by a pair of arms that, when the owner was in his youth, would have been exceptionally strong. The arms tightened even further, pulling the Elf taut against the man's chest and abdomen to the point of causing the Elf a great deal of discomfort and the want to hurl.
A slight laugh went up about the table as each of the men looked their boss's new play thing over, while a mirroring sigh erupted about the room as the men that had watched Legolas walk in saw him settle down in the man's lap.
"Good evening, my lords," Legolas addressed them all with a sly smile from his position pressed up against the now broadly grinning man. Looking about the table, Legolas could tell that none of them were even close to being of Lord Status, but still, flatter and flirt with them all and nothing will seem out of place. "You do not mind if I watch on, do you?"
"Hello," the tall man to the left of Sard said brazenly as he assessed the Elf that had so boldly approached them. Obviously happy with what he saw, the man gave a slight bow of his head and a suggestive smile. "Of course we do not mind, you can even play if you so wish..." the underlying meaning was not lost to Legolas, who, not enjoying being in this situation at all, just smiled as best he could and tried to keep things professional.
"What game are you playing?" he asked innocently, playing the part of the dim-witted whore that he was meant to be and acting as if he had not caught onto the leer in the man's eyes and tone.
Despite his innocent and stupid show, Legolas sat there and quickly calculated the man's strengths and weaknesses. He was as tall as Legolas yet broader in the shoulders. He was the youngest there which reflected in the muscular chest and arms as well as the quicker response time that he seemed to possess; assessed through his eyes with a slight test of Legolas'. He carried both a sword and a crossbow and Legolas could clearly see five darts in his belt and three 'concealed' within his boot. The hang of his belt suggested that there were a dagger suspend off the back; not at all a good place to place one as it was too easy for an outsider to grab. This man may have been the quickest there, but he was definitely not the smartest.
"Whist," the man directly behind the Elf said. Wanting to get a better look at the man that fell into his blind spot, Legolas let his hands slip to the shoulders of the man that he sat upon. Offering Sard an encouraging smile, Legolas lent backwards, his back arching gracefully and his head lolling back towards the table, creating a waterfall of loose golden hair. Sard's hands dropped, allowing the Elf the needed degree of movement, and instead came to rest upon Legolas' outer thighs, holding him securely place.
Seeing the man that had spoken, Legolas quickly looked him over, appearing as innocent as possible.
Two daggers; one concealed in each sleeve and possibly a third on his belt. By the way he sat, Legolas could tell that he was left handed, his sword making him tilt slightly to the left as it resided on his right hip. A man like him was bound to have at least one more dagger within his boot and maybe one strapped to the outside of his leg. The fact that his left eye was closed over due to a large scar that ran from his hairline to just above his mouth and that his right eye seemed slightly lazy meant that he was enable to shot or throw anything; his aim would be too far off to even attempt such a thing in a fight. He was more bulky then well built, his middle hanging slightly over his pants while his shoulders were bent from the years he had lived.
Smiling shyly again as he slowly raised himself up, making a show of his graceful movements and the way that he was literally all over Sard, Legolas concluded that the man behind him was of little worry and that he would be able to defeat him in less then a minute if need be.
Gently massaging Sard's shoulders, Legolas looked to the last man on his right and offered him an alluring wink.
The brains of the situation. This man was dressed like a clerk, his tailored jacket lined with silk and buttoned in gold; secretly, Legolas could not see why the others had not yet bumped him off, for his clothes alone would be worth a fortune to the humans out here. He only had a dagger; rusted in appearance thus showing the rarity that it needed to be used, that was strapped to his side in what was a rather awkward position to draw.
About a minute, Legolas told himself truthfully. One minute and they would all be down and not getting up again. But no, Sard was his only target; the trick was to get him alone which, seeing the way he reacted to Legolas' past show of leaning back in his lap would not be that hard at all.
"Ah," Legolas sighed contently while pushing his head back into the man's chest, "Whist; far too many calculations and possible outcomes for me." Shrugging his shoulders, smirking and rolling his eyes, he fluttered his eyelashes a little before looking to the clerk. "Guess I shall just watch you fine lords playing."
One of Sard's hands moved from his outer thigh to over his leg, the man's thumb drawing circles on the Elf's inner leg. "We would teach ya good if ya want t' try," he informed the Elf, his words slurred with intoxication as he bowed his head to suck at the Elf's throat.
Tossing his head back so that Sard was allowed more exposed skin to explore, Legolas once again winked suggestively at the clerk of the group, seeing the man flush at the rather public display that the Elf and his boss were putting on.
Having had enough himself, Legolas licked his lips and prepared to put his plan into action.
Moaning slightly and squirming within the man's grasp, Legolas leaned over and whispered into the man's ear, his voice demanding and full of seduction. "Take me upstairs..." letting his tongue flick out and glide over the man's earlobe, he moved in even closer, "...now!"
The effect was practically immediate. Sard's arms tightened around Legolas' waist as he stood up, forcing the Elf's legs to wrap around his hips in order to prevent his fall while Legolas had to pull himself up tighter to the human with his arms.
"'Cuse us," Sard said as best as he could through his alcohol and lust filled mind.
Without so much as another word of explanation, he started to stagger towards the steps, one arm around Legolas' hips, the other rubbing the Elf's backside as he walked.
Resisting the urge to slap the hands away, Legolas helped guide the man as much as he could until finally, and with more then a little difficulty, they made it to an unoccupied room on the top floor.
Kicking the door closed behind him, Sard carried Legolas over to the bed where he dropped him rather unceremoniously.
Watching as the man hurried over and locked the door, Legolas started to ponder on the best way to go about this.
A slight laugh came from the excited man as he made his way over to the sprawled out Elf, his face twisted into an expression of aroused glee. Practically throwing himself onto the bed, Sard slowly started to crawl up the soft structure, his fingers twisting into the cover as he kept his eyes locked onto the seemingly willing Elf. Reaching out, he grabbed Legolas by the hips and, with a vicious tug, pulled him over the surface and underneath him, the blankets scrunching up as the Elf slid along.
Playing the part and whimpering slightly, Legolas felt the man's hands travel to the ties of his breeches and knew that he had to act *really* quickly.
"Why so hasty, my lord?" he asked innocently while letting his long eyelashes flutter slightly. The only response that he received was a hard thrust against his leg as the man leaned down to lick at his throat.
"Wait! Stop," Legolas tried to make his tone as pleading as possible, "I was hoping that...that we could..."
"What?" Sard asked rather annoyed at being called to a halt by a common whore.
"I have an idea that will make this far more...entertaining for you," Legolas offered with a mock shy smile. Seeing the interest flash in the lord's eyes, Legolas gently pushed the man off him and to the side while he clambered of f the bed.
Moving over to his pack that he had pre-placed in the room, knowing exactly how this night would play out, he pulled out a thick length of cord. Turning on his heels with a suggestive smile, he held it up by one end, allowing the other to fall down to the floor while he licked his lips and moved cat like back towards the bed.
"Have you been naughty?" the man asked with a sickeningly pleased tone.
Biting back the want to just stab the man, Legolas reminded himself where he was and what he had to do. It had to look accidental, had to be so that it could not be blamed on anyone. When in such a town as Larnfield; known for her population of thugs and outlaws, even one as skilled and accomplished as Legolas had to be careful.
"No, my lord," Legolas said as innocently as he could manage, "I was thinking that you may enjoy it more if you were the 'naughty' one." Raising an eyebrow elegantly, Legolas crawled up onto the bed and smiled encouragingly at the human before him. Placing the rope between his teeth and moving a hand down to the man's right arm, Legolas let his fingertips trail over the coarse material before entwining his fingers with those of Sard's. Pushing the limb up along the bed in an almost sensual movement, Legolas leant far across the man's body and mirrored his past action with Sard's other hand. Straddling the human once more, he held the excited man's arms up to the metal bars that made the bed-head and, slipping the rope from his mouth, bound them tightly to the thickest of the posts.
"Oh," Sard let out a string of aroused groans as he squirmed under the Elf, his eyes telling of the levels of enjoyment that he was drawing from this.
Pushing Sard's head to the side, Legolas licked lightly at the man's jaw before moving his mouth next to the thug's ear. "I shall fetch us some wine," he purred out while shoving himself off the man's hips.
A small table was positioned in the far corner of the room, stacked with wineglasses and a small bottle of red wine for the use of the rooms' occupants. Taking two of the goblets from the tray, Legolas uncorked the flask of wine and filled both glasses to the rim.
In one quick, imperceptible movement, Legolas spun the ring that sat on his right index finger so that it was on the inside of his hand. Making a fist, he easily crushed the fake stone while allowing the powder that had been concealed within to fall into one of the filled glasses.
Grabbing both glasses, Legolas forced a smile onto his face before turning around to face the man. Walking over as seductively as he could while idly swirling the wine in both glasses, he crawled up onto the bed and looked down at Sard with an impish sparkle in his eyes.
Leaning down, he placed a half-kiss, half-lick to the man's cheek before placing the glass in his right hand on the small bedside table. Straddling the man again, Legolas reached down and wound one of his hands behind Sard's head, tilting it upwards while bringing the wine glass to his lips.
"Drink," he prompted gently as the man opened his mouth. Slowly feeding the liquid to his victim, Legolas kept the man's head in place so that he could not pull away from the offered liquid. "That is it, drink my lord, take it all in," urging the man as he guzzled the crimson liquid down his throat, Legolas absentmindedly look about the room, planning the path that he would take in order to escape when the time finally came.
Seeing that the man had finished his drink, Legolas knew that he could finally relax. Climbing off the bed while ignoring Sard's cries of protest, he picked up his own glass of wine and took a large gulp while seating himself in a chair off to the left.
"Come on, little Elf, don't be shy!" the man almost moaned from his restrained position upon the bed. "I won't hurt ya - much!"
Taking another sip of wine and slumping slightly in his chair, Legolas just offered the man a pitying look as he let out a long and labored sigh. "I think I shall wait a little bit...not quite in the mood." He dropped while trying to hide his mirth at the upset look that passed over the desperate man's features.
"Why wait," Sard smiled suggestively while giving his hips a slight flex.
"Do not be so crude!" Legolas chided as his face scrunched up in disgust before transforming into a dazzling smile. "And I am waiting for the poison that I slipped into your drink to take effect and stop your heart." Legolas said simply and emotionlessly with the smile still plastered to his face.
It seemed to take the man a moment or two to realize what it was that the Elf had just said, but once the words rang home, a look of utter terror settled upon his face. Struggling against his bonds with a fierceness that surprised the Elf, Sard's eyes bulged as his mouth opened and closed like a fish.
"Oh yes, that is it," Legolas said patronizingly, "struggle. It only makes your heart pump faster and your blood circulate at a quicker rate, thus spreading the poison." Shaking his head at the startled look that seemed permanently etched upon the old man's face, Legolas let out another sigh while draining the glass of all the red wine. "Honestly, humans" he muttered to himself as the man on the bed started to convulse. A deep gurgling sound came from Sard's throat as his back arched in pain and shook while his eyes started to roll back in his head.
"Oh," Legolas exclaimed while leaping to his feet. "I almost forgot." Leaning down and placing a small kiss on the man's brow, he smiled devilishly while taking a few steps away from the trembling man. "Verdox sends his regards."
At the use of the human's name, Sard's eyes widened more then they already were, if that was entirely possible. Whatever this man had done, it was enough for Verdox to pay a high price for Legolas' services and had had enough of an impact upon Sard to cause such a reaction.
"You see, this is perfect," Legolas muttered to the man that seemed almost paralyzed bar his feverously darting eyes. "I could not have planned it better myself! You are a man with little morals, so a bawdy-house seems to apply to you. When a young whore comes on to you, of course you cannot refuse. Trouble is, the libertine is into a little kink; he takes you upstairs where things start to escalate, and BOOM," Legolas shouted with a little spring in his step, "your heart fails you. Now the whore, utterly horrified as he is, runs off into the night never to be seen again. The end, case closed, drug undetectable."
"Y-you're...in-insane," Sard managed to choke out around his coughs and gasps.
"No, my current employer is," Legolas contradicted while pulling the flimsy shirt off his back and throwing it into the corner. Reaching into a pack that lay under the small desk, he pulled out a tunic of deep green and slipped it over his head. "You really should be careful about who you wrong, as, professionally speaking, I would rather throw myself off a cliff before aggravating him."
A loud gurgle from behind told the Elf that the man had finally passed. Walking over to the bound corpse, he took the right hand of the man and pulled out his boot-knife, spinning it as he released it from the sheath. Looking from the hand to his knife, he realized his predicament. If he cut it off as a trophy as he was supposed to do, it completely ruined his cover story of the heart attack and the scared whore; and he had *not* put up with that degrading display for nothing!
Dropping the bound hand, he grabbed the left and slipped the chunky ring from the man's index finger and placed it into his pocket. Pulling the leather tie out of Sard's hair, he parted a section from underneath and cut the lock off at the scalp before using the cord to tie it together. Placing that with the ring, he also took the small dagger that lay inside Sard's boot as another token.
Placing the dagger into his bag, Legolas, without so much as a second look at the bound corpse, grabbed his pack and made for the window.
Throwing the bag up onto the roof, the prince turned assassin heard a knock on the door and a voice that made him stop dead in his tracks.
"Sard," it was the man that had first welcomed Legolas to the table, "can we watch?"
Biting down on his tongue in utter disgust, Legolas squeezed his eyes shut to try and purge the thoughts out of his head. Perhaps Sard and his gang did all deserve to die.
Thinking quickly as the knock was repeated and the clerk pleaded to be allowed entrance, Legolas let out a few fake 'ohs' and 'ahas' before calling out weakly, "No!"
Turning back to the window he grabbed hold of the awning and, in one quick movement, swung himself out and up in a wide arch. Landing on the sloped covering in a crouched position, he quickly grabbed his pack, slung it over his shoulder and ran sure-footedly and soundlessly across the shingled roof.
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Tbc...
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Upcoming preview: Chapter Two:
"Verdox," Legolas replied with an even and confident tone. "I was...delayed due to a few complications."...
... Gangs were starting to spread out, shadows moving stealthy below him, huddling within the shadow... ...A high kick to the head saw the first fall into the mud, just as his elbow crushing a man's nose saw to it that the murky liquid that lined the ground splashed up the sides of the surrounding fighter's pants... ..."The way I see it," Legolas continued, "I did you and this town a favor. I did that which you could not." "Indeed, I could not murder in cold blood!"
Later On:
"I want two thousand gold pieces upon that Elf's head," Verdox instructed slowly, "and I want every bounty hunter, assassin and mercenary within three days ride of here to know of it. We will show him fear!"
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Ok, no more previews for you! *hides away the rest of the story!*
I hope you liked it, and that you can forgive me for starting yet another story. But hey, at least it promises to be an interesting one! LOL!
I wish you all well, and goodnight,
Minka.