The Hunt

The Hunt

Posted: August 15, 2008
Title: The Hunt
Author: Anarane Narmalanya
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17 to a certain extent
Disclaimer: I hereby quote that I Anarane Narmalanya receive no profit for publishing LOTR Fan fiction. I do not own the characters or make a profit.

Summary: Every 5000 years a hunt takes place in Imladris for unattached ellon to become either predator or prey in hopes of finding a lifelong mate. Erestor is tired of being alone and decides to join... but will he become predator or prey? And who will be his partner?

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Erestor glanced nervously at his reflection in the vanity glass willing his shaking hands to stop. This evening was ‘The Hunt’, a traditional elvish festival; it consisted of ellon of all career’s and races joining in Imladris to search for the other halves of their souls or potential lover’s. The celebrations lasted throughout spring, were lifelong mates were found and bonds strengthened. Erestor looked over his black clothing, as ‘The Hunt’ only occurred every five thousand years, it was Erestor’s first. Only ellon whose interests were in other ellon took part, a group of ellon’s playing prey and another playing predator.

The dark beauty sighed in discomfort and began to pace before his door; he could hear the drums and celebrations of the rest of Imladris situated in the front courtyards of the house. The darkling gathered himself just before his ears picked up the sound of another deep drum; he took his leave of his chambers and placed a piece of black cloth over his nose and mouth and another over his head so only his wise hazel eyes and lips were visible.

The evening was dark and warm as soft booted feet carried excited elves around the back of the house where Elrond and Celebrian stood beside one another, each holding a handful of different coloured pieces of ribbon. The elves gathered around their Lord and Lady trying to catch sight of the other elves’ eyes for identification, but Erestor kept his lowered.

As tradition allowed, each elf was given a coloured piece of ribbon randomly by their Lord. Red being the colour belonging to the prey and white for the predators.

“Line up opposite one another if you will” Elrond said, his voice deep and authoritative through the silence of the night. Erestor sighed as he tied his red ribbon about his wrist and faced the elves opposite. “Predators you are in luck this evening for there is one too many prey’s.” The predators cooed whilst jumping up and down in excitement. “Stretch yourselves and prepare” Erestor looked up as Glorfindel made his way down the steps, ever regal and proud with his hands behind his back, the darkling’s heart dropped. He had loved Glorfindel unconditionally for centuries and had hoped his best friend would take part in ‘The Hunt’, but alas it was not so.

Glorfindel, more experienced in the tradition’s of ‘The Hunt’, took over authority.

“Rules!” he boomed in his powerful voice. “No harm must come to either prey or predator, if the prey seek to surrender they may do so. You have until the sun reaches past the horizon and the sky is no longer dark; if by then you have not yet snared or been snared you must return. Each predator should have oil on their being and it is your duty to care for your prey. Once the prey is caught they are still able to escape if it is their wish, if you and your partner so wish it they may remove their masks and reveal their identity.” Glorfindel stepped back with his hands clasped behind him and nodded to his Lord and Lady.

“Prey!” he called and eyes raised. “You may leave, good luck and seek your pleasure” the prey eagerly ran into the forest, their black clothes allowing them to blend into the shadows. Those left in the courtyard were tense and some jumped up and down in excitement. “Predators, you may leave” Elrond smiled at his wife and friend before they returned to the other festivities.

~~~ Hours later ~~~

Erestor’s ear’s strained for any alien sound, the anxiety and fear at being caught excited him. Already he had escaped one predator and been shaken by the ungraceful collision with another prey. None however he could hear in his vicinity, the darkling sighed as he walked through the forest: the sun was beginning to rise and the shadows of the night chased away. He had heard impassioned cries and moans from other elves and after each count he felt despair consume him; no predator had tried their hardest to catch him and he wondered if they had discovered whom he was and decided to leave him be, thinking him undesirable.

The dark advisor made his way to an empty clearing and sat dejectedly at the base of a tree. No elf had ever shown an interest in him; which was the basis on Erestor’s decision to join ‘The Hunt’ this evening. He was too old to be virgin. Tears gathered in Erestor’s eyes, he removed the lower mask so it was beneath his chin before wrapping his arms around himself in anguish.

He had always wondered what it was that made him so undesirable and unwanted; he still could not understand why. Sobs wracked his small frame.

“What is so wrong with me? I only want to be loved and cherished... why am I so unwanted?” suddenly he heard a twig snap; Erestor’s head snapped up and a gasp escaped his perfect lips. Stood him at the border of the clearing, his stance proud and strong was a predator, but he had not been present at the beginning for surely Erestor would have recognised an elf so huge and muscular. Erestor sighed and shook his head. “You have seen me now... I have broken the rules and you would not want me anyway. Go, I will not mention this and neither should you”

“Replace your mask Lord Erestor... I intend to fulfil my role” a husky voice replied; Erestor sighed as he replaced his mask. The predator moved forwards and Erestor panicked; he leapt to his feet and began to tear through the forest.

~~~ A little while later ~~~

Erestor looked up to the sky as he paused to gasp for breath, a few more minutes and ‘The Hunt’ would be over and he would return home... alone. He looked back and found the other elf not in sight.

“I knew he would not continue when he realised whom I was” Erestor panted as he pressed his hands to his knees trying to draw in breath. Suddenly hands gently grasped his hips and he felt a prominent arousal press into his buttocks.

“On the contrary, it excited me even more my lord” Erestor tried to pull away and escape, but powerful arms immediately caught him.

“Why? Because of my station!” he growled; Erestor gasped as his foot caught a protruding root and they both tumbled gracefully to the ground. Before he could protest a hot mouth caught the tip of his sensitive ear and his eyes rolled back into his head. A long moan slipped from his lips and Erestor’s body became limp, his legs automatically spreading for the huge elf atop him. “Who are you?” he gasped, but the warrior ignored him.

His clothing was removed rather quickly and the mouth feasted upon his body and mouth hungrily.

“Slow down please” he whispered in panic; the clothed warrior’s mouth roved upwards and devoured Erestor’s mouth slowly... gently.

“Are you untouched?” Erestor blushed as he lowered his eyes.

“Yes” he awaited the warrior to reject him, but instead a finger lifted his chin and he looked into compassionate eyes.

“There is no shame my Lord, we all have our first time. I am honoured to have this opportunity to be your first and I will treat you with the respect and love you deserve. None will know of this if you do not wish it” Erestor smiled and relaxed, no longer feeling insecure and shy. “I give you my word... I will be gentle” he whispered against full lips before devouring them. Erestor’s moans and sighs filled the glade as the huge elf cherished his body, kissing every part of his naked flesh with love.

“Thank you” Erestor cried out in rapture as the huge elf laid down with his head between his legs and engulfed his arousal in one swallow, whilst gentle hands stroked his thighs. “Oh... yes” he lifted his legs as instructed so they where over powerful shoulders whilst his hands dug into the soil on either side of him. “Please” he whimpered as his lower back tightened and his breathing hitched. The wet warmth surrounding him vibrated suddenly and Erestor howled as he came violently: Erestor panted and looked at his mysterious lover as he undressed. “You are beautiful” he whispered as the tanned, huge body was revealed to him.

The warrior laid between his legs once more and removed Erestor’s mask before resting over him for a kiss.

“You are exquisite my Lord Erestor... your beauty is unimaginable. Do you not know how many lust after you?” the husky voice whispered in his ear; Erestor’s hands stroked the powerful arms on either side of him as his neck was marked and feasted upon.

“Do not try to encourage me with falsities just take me” the warrior sighed before he stroked Erestor to arousal once more; he kissed the soft, swollen mouth beneath his own whilst he slipped an oiled finger into the tight entrance. They both groaned, one in discomfort and one in pleasure at the tightness that awaited him. Erestor tried to dislodge the uncomfortable digit, but he was pressed down.

“Shh, relax and take deep breaths. It will become better I promise” he pulled his finger out, oiled two and then replaced them scissoring and stretching Erestor who whimpered and stroked himself. Erestor arched and seemed to choke on air as something inside of him was brushed. “Hmm... do you like that baby?” the warrior asked seductively, Erestor’s only response to be a loud moan.

“More” the fingers stroked once more and Erestor began to pant. “Take me... take me now”

“Not yet my lord... patience is a virtue” Erestor growled threateningly.

“I am not feeling very virtuous at the moment” the mysterious elf chuckled as he continued to prepare the small elf before aligning himself; Erestor became anxious and looked sharply at the other elf. “Will it hurt?”

“I will not lie to you... it will hurt at first, but I promise it will get better. Just try to relax and remember to breathe” Erestor nodded and lifted his hands to grasp powerful biceps. He bit his lip and grunted as the huge shaft began to press into him. He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath until he felt tender lips atop his own. “Breathe, meleth nin, breathe” Erestor’s breath hitched as he tried to breathe and even his pride could not stop the tears that fell from his eyes. He had received his fair share of wounds and injuries in his life, but he had never experienced a pain as intimate and intense as the one he was now. “Shh, meleth, I know it hurts” he crooned as he seated himself causing Erestor to whimper.

“Please... it hurts so much” he sobbed; the huge warrior shifted and this time Erestor cried out in pleasure.

“There we go” he circled his hips once more and Erestor arched as he lifted his legs and rubbed the muscular calf beneath his foot. The huge elf laid down atop Erestor, his forearms on either side of his head, and began a slow, tender rhythm whilst suckling his neck. Their moans and cries echoed about the forest as nature itself began to awaken, witnessing the view of the beautiful elves moving in tandem beneath the sun.

Erestor clutched the muscled rear of the huge elf, above him, pulling him as deep as possible, he had never experienced anything as intimate and loving as what he was now. Suddenly, he felt the presence of another fea within him and his own connected with that of the elf’s above him. Love and tenderness encompassed him, but he held back. The pressure built in both elves and they came in an exploding climax: Erestor grunted as the heavy body collapsed atop his own.

“I cannot breathe” he moaned after a moment or two; the warrior panted as he slipped from Erestor and rolled onto the soft grass. Erestor smiled as he was pulled against a powerful chest and the mysterious elf spooned up behind him; the advisor allowed him to pinch and squeeze his nipple for a moment before they stilled.

“I love you Lord Erestor” he whispered and Erestor closed his eyes whilst stroking his arm.

“I am sorry pen neth, but my heart belongs to another, although I cherished your gift”

“What makes you assume I am younger than you?” he asked softly and Erestor shrugged.

“I just assumed. I am sorry... I...I cannot give you what you want” the warrior sighed and caressed his back.

“I knew so for you held back when our fea’s crossed” Erestor gasped.

“You did that”

“Indeed...may I have one request my Lord?” Erestor turned his head to look up at the sky.

“Of course”

“Would you tell me which privileged elf holds your heart? I vow upon my honour as a warrior that I will never repeat it to another” Erestor sighed as he returned his view to the beautiful morning sun.

“He is striking, since I first met him centuries ago I knew I was lost. He is so strong and powerful, in fact he is the largest elf in Imladris, but despite his size he is like you, so gentle, caring and tender. Everyone knows him, he is sociable and his fea so bright it is visible”

“You sound deeply in love”

“Indeed I am, he is all I think of day and night. It is hard for me to be so near him and yet not be able to touch him”

“Why have you not told this fortunate elf?”

“He is stunningly beautiful, everyone in Imladris loves him and he could have anyone he wishes. Why would he want me? I am the Chief Advisor, why would he want an elf who is undesirable, plain and so desperate for love that he joins ‘The Hunt’? No offence”

“None taken... Erestor you are so strikingly attractive and I cannot understand why you do not see it. You are intelligent, caring, gentle, beautiful, sweet-“ he began to tickle Erestor and kiss his neck as he spoke until the darkling began to laugh and turned so he faced the huge elf. “Shall I continue my Lord?” he asked and Erestor chuckled and shook his head. His smile faded and he cupped the masked cheek before leaning forwards for a loving kiss.

“Hannon le, I will never forget what you have done for me and I hope one day you find the one who will make you happy and love you unconditionally” the mysterious elf smiled.

“I will never forget this... but before that you have tried to escape telling me whom it is you love... now tell me” he scolded and Erestor sighed as he lowered his eyes and ran his fingers over large pectoral muscles.

“Glorfindel... Lord Glorfindel” he lifted his eyes to the huge elf and felt his heart contract as he looked at closed lids. “I am sorry-“ a finger pressed to his lips and the dazzling blue eyes opened.

“Shh, do not apologise” they kissed one another sweetly and Erestor looked into his eyes.

“You seem so familiar to me, your voice and your eyes” the being smiled.

“I would be worried if I was not” Erestor’s hands reached for the ties at the back of his head.

“May I?” the warrior nodded and Erestor delicately untied the knots: he moved aside the cloth, frowned for a few seconds before he pulled back and covered his mouth with a gasp. The warrior chuckled and lifted up onto his elbow. “Glorfindel?”

“I hope so” he countered before his face became serious and he pulled Erestor’s hands away to lean down and devour that sweet mouth. “I love you Erestor” he pulled back and looked at his confused lover.

“How? Why? I do not understand”

“I saw you in the prey line... there is only one elf with your eyes and stature. As soon as you left I made sure to tell the predator’s not to touch you... I wanted you for myself” Glorfindel laid over Erestor who stared at him for a moment before he smiled beautifully; he wrapped his arms slowly around Glorfindel’s neck as they stared into one another’s eyes and they shared a deep, slow kiss.

“I love you” Erestor whispered as his beloved wiped away his tears. “I never thought this day would come... I fear this is a dream”

“No baby... it is true. I have loved you ever since we met; we are both old fools” Erestor chuckled and pulled Glorfindel between his legs, rubbing their awakened arousal’s together.

“Take me please... I need you in me for now and forever” Glorfindel marked his neck and aligned himself at Erestor’s previously prepared entrance and thrust home. Erestor arched and grasped him possessively.

“Erestor... will you bind with me?” Erestor threw back his head and laughed in delight before rolling them so he was atop his beloved.

“Yes”

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THE END

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