To Rescue An Elf 13

To Rescue An Elf

Part 13

Posted: January 25, 2008
Title: To Rescue an Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë

Summary: Lothvaen finds out a little more about what could happen to him.

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It was raining. Lothvaen sat on the horse behind Eohric and shivered. Cold, wet, and hungry, he only hoped that the nightmare he found himself in would be ending soon. His gaze became vacant as the scribe withdrew into himself, his hand reaching again for the necklace.

“What are you doing, elf?” Eohric turned slightly as he felt the movement behind him.

“N…n…nothing,” Lothvaen stuttered. “I was just trying to wipe the water from my eyes.”

Eohric looked at him. “There’s no point in trying to do that,” he said. “You’ll not be able to keep the water out of your eyes, not until the rain stops.” The man raised his face slightly and squinted. “Judging from those clouds, it could be a while yet before we’re able to dry ourselves out.” Eohric’s gaze returned to Lothvaen. “So I suggest you stop your fidgeting, elf.”

“Don’ yer thinks we shoulds try an’ finds some shelter an’ git out of the rain?” Selred asked peevishly.

“Do you think the elves who are no doubt trying to find us are going to stop because of some rain?” Eohric retorted. “I want to get as much distance between us and them as possible. This rain is going to help us, though; it will hide our tracks, especially as there is all this slush and mud about. Perhaps we could try and find some shelter after all, though I’ll want to get underway before dawn breaks.”

Eohric’s words sent a wave of hopelessness through Lothvaen. The rain, which initially had been something uncomfortable that had to be dealt with, was now his enemy, out to thwart any attempts by Haldir to find him. He stifled a whimper.

“There is a copse of trees just ahead of us to the right; let’s make our way towards them. We might find a little shelter there.” Eohric turned in his saddle to look at the sullen Selred. “Ride up ahead and scout it out for us,” he instructed.

“’Bout bloody times we gots out of this rain,” Selred muttered.

“Enough,” Eohric ordered. “Keep this up for remainder of our trip, and I’ll start having second thoughts about taking you with me again. There are others who I could easily call upon.”

Selred, wisely, kept his mouth shut, instead urging his horse forward, conscious of Eohric’s eyes upon him. ‘Jus’ yer waits,’ he thought darkly. ‘I’ll finds a ways ter get rids o’ yer, then I don’ needs ter puts up wit’ this no more.’

“It seems our friend Selred is getting more…difficult,” Eohric said conversationally to Lothvaen, who was watching the other man’s retreating back with fearful eyes. “I think I’ll need to keep an extra sharp eye on you. I don’t think I need to remind you about what Selred would like to do with you, and you’re too valuable a prize to be sullied by the likes of him.” Eohric’s mien was contemplative as he watched Selred disappear behind some of the trees. “No, I think I’ll definitely find someone else once you’ve been safely sold and delivered to your master. For now, though, we will need to be careful around Selred.”

Lothvaen sat silently throughout Eohric’s speech, aware that he would have no chance in pleading with the man to let him go.

“You have nothing to say, elf?” Eohric’s voice was tinged with amusement, as if he knew what was going through Lothvaen’s mind.

“What is there to say?” Lothvaen said quietly.

Eohric chuckled. “What is there to say, indeed? I think you have worked out by now that you’re not going to be set free, and that I’m the only thing standing between you and our friend. At least you’ve shown some sense and not tried to escape, though having taken your boots will have helped. No, my little valuable elf, you can nothing at all. And you’d be wise to keep that tongue of yours still in your head when you’re with your master. He’ll only have one use for your tongue, and that’s applying it to his cock. Oh, and to say ‘yes, Master’.” Eohric glanced at Lothvaen’s pale face. “Ever sucked cock, elf? Or had cock up your arse? You know, I suspect you may have. I’ve heard tales of the elves, how the males and females have a liking for their own sex. Is this ‘Haldeer’ you speak of your lover? A male lover? I have a feeling that this ‘Haldeer’ is a he. Is he the one who gave you that necklace?”

Lothvaen paled even further under Eohric’s questioning, but Eohric continued, regardless.

“I have no doubt this ‘Haldeer’ is right now searching for you, but I’m sure he won’t find you. We’ve got too much of a head start. So you might as well forget about him. As for that necklace, you’re not going to be able to keep it. I’ve let you have it for now, but once we reach the slave markets, I’m going to have to take it off you. Mind you, I’m going to have to take *everything* off you – prospective buyers like to see and handle the goods, so to speak. Not that you’re going to have too much of a problem: while I wouldn’t go so far as to say that you’re hung like a bull, your cock’s a good size, and you have a decent set of balls.”

Lothvaen flushed, remembering Eohric’s eyes on him as he had stripped to take a bath in the small stream they had stopped by yesterday. The man’s gaze had been intense, his eyes travelling down Lothvaen’s body, taking in every detail. “I like what I see. You’re slim, but not skinny. There’ll be those who’ll like that,” Eohric had said.

However, Lothvaen was quickly brought back to the present as Eohric continued with his current musings, “But it’s going to be your arse that will get the most attention. I’ll need to make sure you oiled; a lot of buyers are going to want to shove a finger or two in it to feel how tight you are. I do at least that much for the slaves I sell; there’s nothing worse than having fingers shoved up your arse and not being prepared for it. Plus I don’t want any damage happening to you.”

The scribe was feeling more than faint by now, and was barely managing to hang on. “Please…I do not want to hear any more,” he whispered.

“Don’t you?” Eohric asked, puzzled. “I thought I was doing you a favour in telling you this. Forewarned is forearmed – or is it the other way around; I can never remember – but isn’t that what they say? Trust me, I don’t always let prospective slaves know what’s going to happen to them, but I’ve taken a bit of shine to you. You’re a sweet thing, easy and malleable. Makes my job a lot easier. You’ve not caused me any trouble, so I figured I could at least have the decency to let you know how things work.”

Selred, meanwhile, had returned. “All clear,” he said gruffly. “There’s a small over’ang of rocks that we cans shelter under.”

“Good,” Eohric said. “Lead the way, Selred.”

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