To Rescue An Elf 22

To Rescue An Elf

Part 22

Posted: March 7, 2008
Title: To Rescue an Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë

Summary: Selred decides it’s time Lothvaen began his new ‘career’.

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Selred sat on his horse, pondering. Supplies were running low, and he was forced to admit that he may have no choice but to go into Osgiliath for supplies. But what to do with the elf? He did not particularly want to take Lothvaen with him, yet he could not see any alternative. There was nowhere outside the city where the elf could be hidden without fear that he may be discovered.

The man turned to look at the elf sitting listlessly on Eorhic’s horse, hands tied to the pommel of the saddle, a speculative gleam in his eyes. Selred thought of the waterside taverns down at the river, and he knew there were all sorts that frequented them. He had visited enough of them in the past to know there would be a few who would be willing to part with a few coins for an hour’s worth of ‘entertainment’, and greed began to override whatever good judgement Selred had – if, truth be told, the man had any in the first place.

“We’s be goin’ into Osgiliath, elf,” Selred announced. “There be a cloaks in one of Eohric’s bags that I’ll throws over yer, ter disguise yer. We’s be headin’ ter the taverns down by the rivers. I don’ sees why yer can’ start yer new jobs there ‘fore we moves on.”

At this, Lothvaen raised his head and stared at Selred with deadened eyes. He barely stirred as the man brought out the cloak and covered him with it, even his hands.

“Now, nots a words out of yers, got its? Don’ wants to attracts attention. Keeps quiet, an’ I’ll makes sure yer customers are nice ter yer. Ifs yer open that pretty little mouths of yers, then yer goin’ ter be punished, gots that?” Lothvaen gave a slight nod, and Selred seemed satisfied.

Taking the reins of both horses, Selred urged his horse into a trot, leaving Lothvaen no choice but to hang on tightly as his horse was forced to do the same. He was weak from lack of food; Selred had eaten the lion’s share of whatever food there had been, only throwing the scribe scraps of what was left over. His leggings were too loose on him, and were now also filthy and torn, his tunic faring no better. The once dark, lustrous hair was lank and grimy, and so full of tangles that Lothvaen wondered if he would ever be able to get a comb through it, though he also thought that he would probably never see a comb again. His skin itched from lack of washing and dried semen that was caked between his thighs. He turned his head slightly and looked at the Anduin with longing. How he wished he could immerse himself in the water and try and wash himself clean, though he knew that he would never really be clean again. Thanks to Selred, Lothvaen was forever tainted, and no amount of water would ever get rid of it.

Before long, Selred and Lothvaen reached the outskirts of the city, and the man immediately made his way down towards the river and taverns with the elf. There was one particular one that Selred had in mind, and he headed towards it, his eyes already gleaming at the prospect of the money he would receive from those wanting to the fuck the elf. He knew the tavern owner would turn a blind eye to such a thing. Anticipation wanted him to pick up the pace, and when one dared to step in his path, slowing him down, he had to pull sharply on the reins to stop himself from running the man down. “Watch wheres yer goin’, stoopid idiot,” Selred snarled.

The man had nimbly side-stepped Selred’s horse, but did not say anything, instead watching as Selred continued with the other horse in tow. The man’s eyes narrowed. He could not put a finger on it, but he could sense that something was not quite right there. Decision made, he followed Selred and the other rider at a discreet distance, easily keeping them in sight because of the number of people milling around, impeding the progress of the two the man was following, despite the fact they were on horseback. Even from where he was, the man could see that, despite the casual air the man on horseback had tried to adopt, there was an air of impatience surrounding him, as if he was desperate to get to where he wanted to go – or that he trying to hide something. ‘No, something’s definitely not right here,’ the man on foot thought grimly.

And as soon as the two on horseback stopped and settled somewhere, the man would head to the barracks and speak to the Captain there.

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