Introduction | Bedouin Camp - Floor 37,013 | High Aphrodisiac
How long exactly Legolas had been in this bizarre and altogether intimidating place he could not recall. Moments here felt like hours and the passage of time for Elves could be contorted and stretched when perhaps the same could not be said for men (or some of the other odd creatures he had bumped into in this so-called inn). Legolas had grown so accustomed to the company of the fellowship that now that he had been torn away from them he suddenly felt lost and so very alone. He had been conscious for some time and had bumped into his fair share of orgies, lap dances and other confusing sexcapades, and for an Elf who had rarely ventured from the outskirts of his home in Mirkwood it was all a little too much for him to take in at once. He couldn't fathom why so many people of all sorts of races were being so open with one another and sometimes being even more open with more than one other, often there were two, or three or even more!
He quietly longed for his companions, as curious and as different as they were, at least they didn't spend all their time touching each other in such provocative manners (or, he thought to himself, that if they did at least they were kind enough to do it out of his line of sight!). Legolas was no prude, he was just a little inexperienced, and suddenly being exposed to such a huge volume of sex made him feel frustrated in many ways. Who were all of these strangers and why were they lucky enough to have one (or more) lovers. All of the people he was close to and had deep feelings for were nowhere near him. This somber feeling made him feel all the more alone and after returning to the elevator to methodically try the next floor (which would've only been the third floor), he felt so angry at his situation that he did something rash and quite unlike himself.
Scowling at the large series of numbered buttons he went to press three... then he randomly pushed another four buttons and pulled back quickly, folding his arms and feeling rather sorry for himself in his dire situation. It all felt so hopeless; looking for Aragorn and the others here was like trying to find a needle in a haystack, and as he let himself ponder that thought the elevator suddenly moved. Legolas gasped as it began to raise up the shaft quickly, that random selection of numbers was a genuine floor. And a floor that he was travelling to right now!
"Ai!" he stumbled as the elevator suddenly stopped and he stumbled slightly with the sudden jolt of it halting. "Three... seven, oh, one, three...?" He murmured quietly to himself as he looked at the number above the door "That just cannot be..." he whispered to himself before the elevator gently pinged and the doors slid open. And what greeted the Elf was unlike anything he had ever seen before...
Dunes upon dunes of warm sand in elegant waves as far as the eye could see, rich carpets peppered with fluffy cushions under a midnight sky filled with stars. His lips parted, eyes wide, in unrivalled wonder. Was this truly possible? How could he have come across something like this, and without thinking he turned back as if to speak to a companion in awe... but there was nobody there.
There was a moment were Legolas hesitated, where he wanted to close the doors and return back down to the ground floor and attribute this place to some madness he contracted in the love hotel, but the warmth of the desert fires was too inviting and his curiosity was far too loud for him to ignore. With one short, sharp intake of breath he stepped out of the lift and ontothe dunes. At once his senses were bombarded with a thousand different feelings, the strongest by far was an overwhelming sweet smell that he thought to be burning candles but in truth was more of a potent aphrodisiac. Its sweet, musky scent seemed to envelop the Elf and all of his worries, his concern, frustration and even his loneliness all seemed to melt away into a warm, contented (if somewhat excited) feeling.
"Oh my goodness," he whispered, head swimming with that playful, light and dizzy sensation "what a shame my friends could not join me here." he slurred, stepping into the camp and pushing off his weather-worn sandals to feel his naked feet sink into the soft carpets. A soft sigh of contentment seeped past his lips and he walked into the abandonned centre of the camp. Had he been a little more aware, he may have considered how odd it was that there was nobody else in the camp, but all that Legolas did notice was a selection of bottles and oddly shaped objects in the middle of the camp. They had caught his eye and, dazed, he slowly walked towards them. Suddenly feeling altogether overheated he shrugging off his dark green waistcoat and unbuttoned the first three buttons of his shirt (as well as untucking it from his trousers).
When Legolas finally stood in the middle of the camp he sat down with a gentle thud and crossed his legs. At first he leaned towards the large, terracotta bottles, opening one he sniffed at the contents before taking a small sip. "Mm!" he exclaimed loudly, the toxins in the air loosening his tongue "Why, what a familiar flavour! The nomads here must have been by Mirkwood in their travels." and with that he proceeded to nurse one of the larger bottles of wine, taking large gulps every few minutes.
Now his attention was drawn to large collection of wooden items. He picked one of them up and turned it over in his fingers "How curious, I wonder what this is used for...!" and he smiled, drunk on the mix of aphrodisiac he had been breathing and the wine he had been drinking. "Hm... hmhm," he began to chuckle to himself quietly as childish thoughts ran through his head "I suppose this is where those from the other rooms downstairs come up to get replacements, hmhm!" he paused before quietly adding with an intoxicated giggle "Some of the finest men have the most terrible stamina."
One thought led on to another and as he sipped out the last few drops from his wine he sighed and flopped back onto the lush carpets beneath him. He sighed a long and exhausted sigh while itching at the buttons of his fine, cotton shirt. "Ah... why should I come upon such a place on my own? Why, I am sure this setting would put a smile on the even the most scowl-scarred of my companions... Oho! I mustn't say that!" he quickly added, absent-mindedly unthreading the few buttons that remained on his shirt. "Boromir would be most upset it I told him that, hah hah! Oh, oh no, oh dear. That's awful... I'm sure it wasn't I that said that!" Legolas added with a childish glee and another contented (if somewhat drunk sounding) sigh. He sat up quickly, as if waiting to hear the reaction of one of his companions from his slurred comments, the shirt effortlessly slipping off of his shoulders and leaving his pale, slender chest and stomach bare, but with no sign of his friends he flopped back down to lay on his back.
A few moments passed where Legolas's mind darted from one subject to another, but it always seemed to return to the care he felt for the fellowship and as his thoughts lingered on the love he felt for them a very curious feeling came over him. His hand reached back for his chest, where his shirt had been, and he slowly began to caress down his skin, sinking down at his flat stomach, and under the belt of his trousers. He sighed once more, but there was a hint of lust in the noise this time as he began to slowly rub his length that grew firmer and more erect with every confined stroke.
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[OOC: Any gender welcome :) Legolas tends to bottom but can be encouraged to top too. No vore, scat, children or animals please!]
He quietly longed for his companions, as curious and as different as they were, at least they didn't spend all their time touching each other in such provocative manners (or, he thought to himself, that if they did at least they were kind enough to do it out of his line of sight!). Legolas was no prude, he was just a little inexperienced, and suddenly being exposed to such a huge volume of sex made him feel frustrated in many ways. Who were all of these strangers and why were they lucky enough to have one (or more) lovers. All of the people he was close to and had deep feelings for were nowhere near him. This somber feeling made him feel all the more alone and after returning to the elevator to methodically try the next floor (which would've only been the third floor), he felt so angry at his situation that he did something rash and quite unlike himself.
Scowling at the large series of numbered buttons he went to press three... then he randomly pushed another four buttons and pulled back quickly, folding his arms and feeling rather sorry for himself in his dire situation. It all felt so hopeless; looking for Aragorn and the others here was like trying to find a needle in a haystack, and as he let himself ponder that thought the elevator suddenly moved. Legolas gasped as it began to raise up the shaft quickly, that random selection of numbers was a genuine floor. And a floor that he was travelling to right now!
"Ai!" he stumbled as the elevator suddenly stopped and he stumbled slightly with the sudden jolt of it halting. "Three... seven, oh, one, three...?" He murmured quietly to himself as he looked at the number above the door "That just cannot be..." he whispered to himself before the elevator gently pinged and the doors slid open. And what greeted the Elf was unlike anything he had ever seen before...
Dunes upon dunes of warm sand in elegant waves as far as the eye could see, rich carpets peppered with fluffy cushions under a midnight sky filled with stars. His lips parted, eyes wide, in unrivalled wonder. Was this truly possible? How could he have come across something like this, and without thinking he turned back as if to speak to a companion in awe... but there was nobody there.
There was a moment were Legolas hesitated, where he wanted to close the doors and return back down to the ground floor and attribute this place to some madness he contracted in the love hotel, but the warmth of the desert fires was too inviting and his curiosity was far too loud for him to ignore. With one short, sharp intake of breath he stepped out of the lift and ontothe dunes. At once his senses were bombarded with a thousand different feelings, the strongest by far was an overwhelming sweet smell that he thought to be burning candles but in truth was more of a potent aphrodisiac. Its sweet, musky scent seemed to envelop the Elf and all of his worries, his concern, frustration and even his loneliness all seemed to melt away into a warm, contented (if somewhat excited) feeling.
"Oh my goodness," he whispered, head swimming with that playful, light and dizzy sensation "what a shame my friends could not join me here." he slurred, stepping into the camp and pushing off his weather-worn sandals to feel his naked feet sink into the soft carpets. A soft sigh of contentment seeped past his lips and he walked into the abandonned centre of the camp. Had he been a little more aware, he may have considered how odd it was that there was nobody else in the camp, but all that Legolas did notice was a selection of bottles and oddly shaped objects in the middle of the camp. They had caught his eye and, dazed, he slowly walked towards them. Suddenly feeling altogether overheated he shrugging off his dark green waistcoat and unbuttoned the first three buttons of his shirt (as well as untucking it from his trousers).
When Legolas finally stood in the middle of the camp he sat down with a gentle thud and crossed his legs. At first he leaned towards the large, terracotta bottles, opening one he sniffed at the contents before taking a small sip. "Mm!" he exclaimed loudly, the toxins in the air loosening his tongue "Why, what a familiar flavour! The nomads here must have been by Mirkwood in their travels." and with that he proceeded to nurse one of the larger bottles of wine, taking large gulps every few minutes.
Now his attention was drawn to large collection of wooden items. He picked one of them up and turned it over in his fingers "How curious, I wonder what this is used for...!" and he smiled, drunk on the mix of aphrodisiac he had been breathing and the wine he had been drinking. "Hm... hmhm," he began to chuckle to himself quietly as childish thoughts ran through his head "I suppose this is where those from the other rooms downstairs come up to get replacements, hmhm!" he paused before quietly adding with an intoxicated giggle "Some of the finest men have the most terrible stamina."
One thought led on to another and as he sipped out the last few drops from his wine he sighed and flopped back onto the lush carpets beneath him. He sighed a long and exhausted sigh while itching at the buttons of his fine, cotton shirt. "Ah... why should I come upon such a place on my own? Why, I am sure this setting would put a smile on the even the most scowl-scarred of my companions... Oho! I mustn't say that!" he quickly added, absent-mindedly unthreading the few buttons that remained on his shirt. "Boromir would be most upset it I told him that, hah hah! Oh, oh no, oh dear. That's awful... I'm sure it wasn't I that said that!" Legolas added with a childish glee and another contented (if somewhat drunk sounding) sigh. He sat up quickly, as if waiting to hear the reaction of one of his companions from his slurred comments, the shirt effortlessly slipping off of his shoulders and leaving his pale, slender chest and stomach bare, but with no sign of his friends he flopped back down to lay on his back.
A few moments passed where Legolas's mind darted from one subject to another, but it always seemed to return to the care he felt for the fellowship and as his thoughts lingered on the love he felt for them a very curious feeling came over him. His hand reached back for his chest, where his shirt had been, and he slowly began to caress down his skin, sinking down at his flat stomach, and under the belt of his trousers. He sighed once more, but there was a hint of lust in the noise this time as he began to slowly rub his length that grew firmer and more erect with every confined stroke.
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[OOC: Any gender welcome :) Legolas tends to bottom but can be encouraged to top too. No vore, scat, children or animals please!]