To Rescue An Elf 3

To Rescue An Elf

Part 3

Posted: January 4, 2008
Title: To Rescue an Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë

Summary: The relationship between Lothvaen and Haldir has another elf wondering.

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Once again, Caegaran mulled over the more than surprising news that Haldir had brought back with him a lover from Imladris. What was more surprising was that the lover was not another warrior, but a scribe. A *scribe*, of all things: a slim, almost frightened looking thing, all dark hair and large eyes in a pale face. Caegaran snorted in derision. Whatever it was that had attracted Haldir to that skinny little elf surely was not going to last for long – how could it?

Yet the Galadhel could not help but be curious as to what exactly it was that had brought the two elves together. There were rumours as to the sort of bed-play the Marchwarden liked to indulge in – could it be that the scribe was a more than willing bed partner? Considering that Caegaran enjoyed in playing little ‘games’ himself, it made the Galadhel want to find out, but he was clever enough to realise that now was not the time to make a move. No, he would wait until the relationship between Haldir and his scribe died a natural death, and then he would make his move. Already Caegaran could feel himself hardening at the thought of having the little dark-haired elf under his submission, his pale skin marked by the lash, begging and crying to be taken.

The Galadhel groaned as the images formed in his head, and he quickly undid the lacings to his leggings. Caegaran could almost hear the scribe’s voice in his head as he fisted his erection and rapidly stroked himself to completion, grunting slightly as his seed spilled over his hand. Trying to control his breathing, he grabbed the rag he normally used to clean his bow and quickly wiped away the evidence before stuffing his now lax member back inside his leggings. And not a moment too soon, for another Galadhel appeared and approached him.

“How fares it?” Orophin asked as he came nearer. If he could smell anything, he gave no hint, only looking at Caegaran as he waited for an answer.

“All is quiet,” Caegaran finally replied. He kept his gaze averted as he hid the rag stained with his release inside his satchel, making a note to dispose of it at the first available opportunity.

“Good.” Orophin’s reply was non-committal as he turned his gaze to the trees around him before it settled back on the Galadhel. “What ails you?” he asked abruptly.

Startled, Caegaran looked at the younger brother of Haldir. “Ails me?” he echoed. “What should ail me, Captain?”

“You seem…flustered,” Orophin said.

Caegaran flushed slightly. “You caught me unawares,” he mumbled.

“So it seems. Be thankful I was not an orc, Caegaran. Such inattention could cost you your life and the lives of others,” Orophin said severely. “Do not forget we already have a number of injured Geledhil because of the recent incursion by orcs into the Golden Woods; we do not need more.”

Caegaran bowed his head and bit his lip. The urge to retaliate and say something was strong, but he knew that Orophin was right. “You are correct,” he admitted. “I will make sure that I remain vigilant from here on in.”

“See that you do.” Orophin’s voice was stern. “I will leave this for now, but should it happen again, I will have no hesitation in reporting you.”

“Aye, Captain,” Caegaran said, unable to stop the sullenness to creep into his voice.

Orophin’s lips thinned slightly, but then he nodded briefly before turning and walking away.

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Caegaran was taken from the Council of Elrond website.

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