The Most Unlikely Foe
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Five
To Seduce A Prince
"Your friends have lost Legolas." The smooth accented voice of the Goblin King sounded from behind him.
The Elf stiffened slightly as Jareth stalked up behind him and he felt his hands come to rest at his hips. He had witnessed his friends loss in the crystal Jareth had left him but was still convinced the Goblin King must have cheated somehow.
"I believe you owe me something."
Jareth trailed a finger lightly up the still silent Elf's side. He turned him slowly in his arms till he was facing him. Their eyes were level but only because the Goblin King's boots had a slight heel on them, otherwise Legolas would have been slightly taller.
Jareth moved a long delicate finger up to the Elf's perfect red lips. They were soft petals beneath his touch and he knew then they would be wonderful to kiss. His eyes followed his finger as he traced the Elf's soft lips. Legolas kept his eyes fixed firmly forward and even when Jareth's eyes moved back up to his he refused to look at him.
Jareth fisted his hand roughly in Legolas' long golden hair at the back of his head and pulled him to him, crushing the Elf's lips to his own. His kiss was brutal and demanding but Legolas could not pull away as he was held still by Jareth's firm grip on his hair.
Jareth's probing tongue demanded entrance into the Prince's mouth but Legolas kept his lips pressed firmly together. The Goblin King yanked roughly on the Elf's hair, causing him to cry out softly in pain. Jareth immediately took advantage of the situation he'd created and swooped his tongue into Legolas' mouth.
Suddenly Jareth cried out and shoved the Elf back. Legolas stumbled backwards and fell to the floor. From his position sprawled on the ground Legolas looked up at the Goblin King with a very satisfied smirk on his face.
Jareth glared angrily down at him and raised a white-gloved hand up to his mouth. He slipped a finger into his mouth and it came out stained with his own blood. He growled low in his throat and stalked over to where the Prince lay.
He dropped to a knee beside him and, gripping the front of his tunic, pulled Legolas up so that their noses were touching.
"You will not defy me like that a again! I won that bet and you owed me that kiss. Beware Elf for I have been kind to you up to this point, but I can be cruel."
Jareth's eyes were blazing and Legolas almost regret bitting him.
"I would think very carefully about my next move if I were you Legolas."
He then pushed the Elf back to the ground and stood over him. He smoothed his outfit back down and placed his boot squarely in the center of the Elf's chest.
"Now I'm going to go and make sure you haven't done my tongue any real damage, while you wait here and watch your friends suffer in an oubliette."
He threw Legolas a crystal before he strode off and up the stairs leading out of the throne room.
Legolas leapt to his feet and bolted for the other door only to have it slam in his face and lock. Jareth's cool voice echoed throughout the room, projected there from somewhere else.
"Stay put Prince Legolas. I will be back for you and would be most disappointed to find you gone."
Legolas picked the crystal up off the floor and with a frustrated yell threw it as hard as he could against the wall, shattering it into tiny pieces.
"Get off me Aragorn you weigh a tonne!" Boromir complained as he tried to pitch the weight upon him off.
"I am not Aragorn and I'll have you know that my heavy armour will protect me far better than yours." Gimli grumbled down at the man who'd broken his fall.
Boromir finally managed to push the heavy Dwarf off him and pick himself up from the floor. He dusted his clothes off as best he could in the darkness and began to try and make out his surroundings.
"Where on earth are we?" Boromir demanded in frustration.
"You mean where in earth. Where in a hole." Pippin replied smugly.
"I'm glad you find time to joke in such a situation young Hobbit." Boromir muttered under his breath.
"Where's Aragorn?" Merry asked.
"Over here." Came the reply from the man in question.
"What are you doing Aragorn?" Merry asked as he tried to pinpoint the location of the man in the dark.
"I'm trying to find a way out of here." Aragorn grunted as he pushed against one of the cave walls.
"What is this place?" Gimli asked, running a hand over the stone encapsulating them.
"I wish I knew" Aragorn added as he pounded a fist against a wall.
"How many hours do you think we have left to save him?" Pippin worried out loud.
"Who can tell anything down in this dark hole?" Boromir pushed a shoulder heavily against the wall but it did not give way.
Eventually Aragorn gave up and pressed his back to the cool stone in defeat.
"Poor Legolas. I hate to think what that monster is doing to him."
"Monster? Well now that's a little uncalled for don't you think?"
Torches lining the walls of the oubliette suddenly flared to life and in its center stood Jareth, a smug smiled gracing his lips.
"You deserve the title for stealing Legolas from us!" Boromir fumed at him.
"Once again Boromir you only have yourself to blame for your friends disappearance."
"Why are you here?" Aragorn asked Jareth in an accusing tone.
"Well you all appear to have gotten yourselves trapped in my oubliette and only I can get you out."
"What do you want?"
"I have found the Prince of Mirkwood is playing a little bit more hard to get than I had originally anticipated."
"Good." Boromir stated. "Legolas wont give himself to you."
"Oh he will, once I have broken down his barriers."
"And let me guess." Aragorn interjected. "You want us to help you do that."
Jareth flashed sharp white canines at Aragorn and the man shuddered in disgust.
"You really are a monster. If you think we'll bargain for our freedom to aid your seduction of our friend you truly are crazy."
"The way I see it Aragorn you and your friends don't really have a choice. All I'm asking is that you answer one question, truthfully, for me. You can either do that and be freed from your prison to continue running my Labyrinth or you can refuse and instead spend your remaining eight hours sitting here in the dark."
"What choice do we have Aragorn." Boromir whispered aside to the other man.
"What is it that you want to know?" Aragorn asked Jareth wearily.
"Aside from the obvious, what part of a male Elf's body is most sensitive to pleasure?"
Jareth's mismatched eyes bored into Aragorn's grey-blue ones until the man finally yielded.
"If I tell you you'll let us out of here?"
Jareth nodded and his smirk widened. This caused Aragorn some unease and he suddenly thought to rephrase his question.
"Sorry, if I tell you you'll let us out of here and return us to the garden where we were before you set up the game of chess for us?"
The smirk fell from Jareth's face and it was soon replaced with a sneer.
"You are smarter than I gave you credit for Aragorn. Very well, you will be returned to the gardens once you have answered my question."
Aragorn hated himself for doing this but Boromir was right, they really didn't have a choice. If they were going to save Legolas form ultimately having to remain here forever they had to get out of this oubliette.
"His ears." Aragorn finally managed.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Jareth asked in a mocking tone.
"The pointed tips on an Elf's ears are extremely sensitive to pleasure! Now return us to where we were!"
Jareth smirked at the revelation and what it would mean to his planed seduction of the handsome Elf.
"As we agreed." He stated slyly.
With a wave of his hand the group suddenly had their vision flooded with natural light and all had to blink several times before they could see properly again. They were back in the gardens the vulture had taken them to. The stone chessboard was gone and the grass courtyard that had originally been there had been returned. The Goblin King was nowhere to be seen but they all had a fairly good idea where he was.
"Let's get going now, we've wasted enough time as it is." Gimli muttered as he began to make his way across the gardens.
The others quickly followed, Merry and Pippin having to run in order to keep up.
"Yeah, from what that Goblin King guy said we only have eight hours left." Pippin managed to get out as he ran after the others.
They rounded a corner and soon lost themselves in the depths of a complicated hedge maze. More determined than ever to outsmart the Goblin King and beat him at his own game, Aragorn quickly decided on a course of action that would lead them from the hedge maze faster than Jareth would have ever anticipated.