To Rescue An Elf 17

To Rescue An Elf

Part 17

Posted: February 1, 2008
Title: To Rescue an Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë

Summary: Selred finally takes action.

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“Do you know where we are elf?” Eohric’s voice was almost exultant. “In the great kingdom of Rohan!” The man turned to look at the elf sitting behind him. “Why the woeful face, elf? It means that we are getting closer to the end of our journey. Another three or four days, then we will be through both the kingdoms of Rohan and Gondor, for I don’t plan to waste any more time.”

Eohric then turned to the surly-faced man next to him. “I don’t want to stop any longer than is absolutely necessary. We’ll keep our rest to an absolute minimum without compromising our horses, so it will mean travelling at night. So you’ll need to keep your eyes open when we do; the last thing we need is to have confrontations with any orcs or goblins. Especially with our precious cargo. Once we’re past Gondor we’ll meet up with Denulf and his men, plus any slaves they’ve been able to capture.”

“Yer thinks ‘e gots any elves likes this one?” Selred said, motioning to Lothvaen.

The other man shook his head. “Unlikely. Denulf does not travel as far afield as we do, and the elves can only be found more to the north. If you do see elves this far south, then guaranteed they’ll be warriors of some kind, and not the ones you would try and capture to sell as slaves.”

Selred merely grunted at Eohric’s words.

“Why do you ask?” Eohric asked silkily, his shrewd gaze taking in Selred’s sullen face.

“Can ones not asks?” Selred countered, annoyed.

“Of course one can ask.” Eohric shrugged slightly. “It’s just that you seem to have developed a…fascination for elves.”

“A problems, is that?” Selred sneered.

“It becomes a problem, yes, when you can’t take your eyes off this particular elf, when you don’t bother masking what you want. I’ll tell you now, Selred, you try anything and I’ll not hesitate in killing you.” Eohric’s voice was tight. “And that is not a threat, Selred, but a promise.”

Selred dropped back a little, allowing Eohric to ride ahead with Lothvaen. ““I thinks yer goin’ ter be surprised,” Selred muttered savagely. “An’ then I’ll gets wots I wants, no fear.” The man rubbed his fingers over his scraggly beard, his eyes narrowing as he watched Eohric turn and say something to Lothvaen. He was tired of Eohric protecting the elf, treating him as if he were some precious jewel. As far as Selred was concerned, the elf was good for one thing, and that was fucking. It was true when Eohric said Selred couldn’t hide what he wanted, but Selred saw no need to. Just seeing the firm little arse of the elf was enough to make the man’s penis twitch, as if in anticipation of sinking into its tight heat.

Kicking his horse into a canter, Selred soon caught up with Eohric and Lothvaen, but made sure he remained behind them, his gaze firmly fixed on the elf. He blinked, however, when Eohric suddenly stopped his horse and dismounted.

“Time to stretch our legs a little, elf.” Eohric helped Lothvaen down, glancing at Selred as he did so. “Why don’t you do the same, Selred? We’ve been riding hard since before daybreak, and the horses could do with a bit of a breather.”

Selred dismounted slowly, not saying anything, except watched as Eohric walked to the edge of a cliff close by. Lothvaen stayed next to the horse, not moving, his gaze darting from one man to the other. A calculating smile appeared on Selred’s face, which quickly disappeared as he began to walk towards Eohric, who turned to watch the other man approach.

“Pitys there’s no path down,” Selred said conversationally. “Woulds ‘ave bin nice ter rides alongsides the river.”

“True,” Eohric said. “But I didn’t see any path, mores the pity. The horses could do with a drink, and we need to look at filling up our waterskins. A bath wouldn’t go astray for some of us, either,” Eohric finished, wrinkling his nose slightly at the odour coming from the other man.

“An’ yer wants the elf ter looks good,” Selred said, moving slightly closer behind the other man.

Eohric nodded in the affirmative. “I want him to be looking his best when we reach the slave markets, so I don’t want any dirt to become ingrained on him.”

“I cans maybe helps with the bath,” Selred offered slyly.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Eohric scoffed. “As if I’d let you near the elf.”

“I was thinkin’ of yer bath.”

“*My* bath? What the hell are you on about?” Eohric asked.

“This,” Selred said, both his hands pushing into Eohric’s back, sending the man tumbling over the cliff into the water below.

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The name Denulf is taken from this website.

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