To Rescue An Elf 11

To Rescue An Elf

Part 11

Posted: January 18, 2008
Title: To Rescue an Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë

Summary: Selred is unhappy.

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Selred was beginning to feel frustrated. Eohric was keeping a sharp eye on him. The elf was now riding with Eohric, who had removed the elf’s boots so he could not try and run away when they settled down for the night.

In his mind Selred began to hatch one plot after the other to try and get the elf for himself, but each seemed more inconceivable than the last. True, they would get good money for selling the elf, but Selred was more than tired of the life he was currently leading. He wanted to settle down somewhere and stay in the one spot, and not be moving from one end of Middle-earth to the other, looking for potential slaves. And since the capture of the elf, that desire grew. His latest plan involved somehow getting rid of Eohric – permanently. And then Selred could continue further with the elf, down past Gondor and Ithilien, and settle down, possibly just inside the borders of Harad. But he wasn’t planning on a life of domesticity with the elf – far from it. The elf was not going to be sold, certainly not as a pleasure slave. No, the elf would ply his wares on the street and Selred would reap the profits. Eohric was right; there would be many who would spend their coin to fuck the elf – they were too rare a prize to be in the possession and use of just one person. However, Selred was going to make sure that the elf was well and truly broken in before he was sent out onto the streets, and the man was going to make sure that he did a very thorough job of it.

“We’re going to settle down here for the night.” Eohric’s words broke through Selred’s musings, and the man came to with a start. He watched as Eohric dismounted, and then helped the elf off the horse. Selred sneered. “Yer time’s goin’ ter be comin’ soon, elf,” he whispered. “Soon as Eohric’s gone, yer goin’ ter be mine.” Selred shifted uncomfortably in his saddle, his erection now more than obvious. He knew that if Eohric saw it, he would comment, and Selred gritted his teeth. No, he definitely had had enough of the other man. The sooner he was gone, the better.

“Are you going to get down off that horse?” Eohric’s voice grated on Selred’s ears, but the man had no choice but to dismount. He adjusted his tunic over his pants in an effort to disguise his erection, but remained facing his horse, only turning his head to speak.

“Suppose yer wantin’ me ter finds some wood,” Selred asked a little sourly.

“If you would be so kind.” Eohric’s voice held a note of sarcasm. “That *is* one of your jobs, Selred, and I suggest you get a move on, unless you seriously expect us all to freeze our balls off.” Eohric gave Selred a final, disgusted look before turning his attention to Lothvaen, who sat cowering in a ball. “I think tomorrow you should have a bath. It won’t do at all to get you covered in grime and filth.” The man reached forward and took a lock of Lothvaen’s hair in his fingers. “Your hair, especially, is beautiful. We need to make sure that it stays clean and shiny.”

Lothvaen’s only response was to stare at Eorhic with large, frightened eyes. He then shivered slightly, something that did not go unnoticed by Eohric. “We’ll soon have a fire going,” the man soothed. “In the meantime, I’ll get you your blanket, and you can wrap yourself up in that.”

The dark-haired elf watched as the man stood up. He wanted to get up and run, but knew he would not get far if he did, especially as he no longer had his boots. Despite the plans the men had for him, Lothvaen still felt marginally safe with Eohric. Selred, however, terrified him. Lothvaen could feel Selred’s eyes always on him, leering, making no effort to disguise what he was after. Lothvaen shuddered, his hand reaching for the necklace that Haldir had given him, hidden protectively under his tunic. The others would have returned to Lothlórien by now, and Lothvaen knew in his heart that Haldir would be looking for him. He only hoped that his lover would find him before it was too late.

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