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The hunter	By : Nuredhel Category: +Third Age > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, it belongs to Tolkien, and i do not earn any money from this work of fiction, it is solely written for entertainment and not for profit at all.

Chapter List
- 1-The hunter
- 2-Thorougly fucked
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Chapter two: Thoroughly fucked.
Glorfindel woke up to the sound of his horse whinnying, he shook his head and blinked twice, feeling both a bit confused and strangely tired. He hadn’t slept well at all but he didn’t remember why. Rheynek was already up and about, he was grooming his mare and he hadn’t put on his shirt, tunic or leather armor. He wore only his boots and pants and Glorfindel had to pull his gaze away from the sight. The dark skinned man was really comparable with some huge feline and the elf wondered if the long white hair was as soft as it looked. He sighed to himself and got up, rolled the blankets up and climbed down from the tree.
His horse came to greet him and he stood there scratching it for a while, he admired the huge dun mare Rheynek rode though, he had never seen a horse like that before and he noticed the long hard legs and the muscular rear, that horse knew how to run. Rheynek finished the job and brushed some horse hairs of his pants. “Her name is Starwind, she was a gift from the Goddess.”
Glorfindel didn’t doubt that, the mare did look like a horse the Gods would ride. “She is marvelous, I noticed that she must be very brave?”
Rheynek nodded and started saddling the mare. “Yes, such steeds know no fear, they will fight to the death for themselves and their masters.”
Glorfindel petted his stallion on the shiny white neck. “I wish I could say the same about Asfaloth here but he was terrified last night. He is a brave horse but that was more than he could take.”
Rheynek nodded. “That is normal, all animals sense the presence of the death dogs and fear them, even elven steeds will try to run away from such creatures.”
Glorfindel found his own saddle and started to prepare the stallion. “There are elves in your world?”
Rheynek nodded. “Yes, some of my best friends are of your race, well, perhaps not entirely but elves nonetheless.”
Glorfindel cocked his head. “What do you mean by that?”
Rheynek put the bit on the mare and she pawed the ground and looked very eager to go. “They are a bit different from you, less civilized perhaps and far more fierce, feral is a good word that describes them well.”
Glorfindel squeezed his eyebrows together. “Feral? That sounds a bit like Avari elves, forest elves.”
Rheynek finished preparing his horse and was reattaching his saddle bags and weapons. “Oh but they are forest dwellers, most certainly.”
He turned his head around and Glorfindel was again captured by those wild green eyes. “If you are hungry then eat now, we have to go soon. We have to use the daylight for all it is worth. “
Glorfindel did eat some lembas and drank some water, he didn’t know of the hunter had eaten at all. Rheynek put his shirt tunic and leather armor back on and Glorfindel did mourn the fact that he no longer could admire the hunters perfect physique, he had never seen anyone that toned and elegant before. The hunter was bulkier than he was but he did also possess an elven elegance Glorfindel never had seen in a human, the hunter was indeed a mystery. They mounted and Rheynek turned his horse east and rode rather fast, he seemed to be listening to something and Glorfindel could in fact hear the trees moaning around them. The hunter turned his head around. “Nature itself is guiding me to them, they are abominations which should not exist here and all living things will wish for their destruction. “
Glorfindel nodded and raised his gaze, stared at the forest ahead. This area was very rocky and difficult to travel through with narrow valleys and canyons and dense forest. He was looking for an easy path through the worse of it but he did see something that made his tense up. A few miles up ahead he saw a huge flock of crows and ravens circle and Rheynek had already spotted them. He swore and spurred the mare and Glorfindel did the same, the two horses rushed forth with all of their strength and Glorfindel would never have ridden that fast over such terrain if it hadn’t been urgent.
After a very wild ride they came to an abrupt stop, they entered a clearing in the forest and Glorfindel gasped and had a hard time believing what he saw. It had been an orc pack, just like the one Malagar and his men had come across, only that this one had been larger and better equipped. It hadn’t saved them at all, in fact they must have been butchered like lambs. Rheynek did get off the horse, walked among the dead orcs with an expression of disgust on his face. “Some of them did have time to fight back, see here.”
He picked up a sword, it had melted and Glorfindel did see that many of the weapons indeed bore the marks of the acid this creatures made. Many of the dead orcs were burned beyond recognition and others were badly scalded too. The stench was unbelievable and Rheynek sighed and sneezed. “Gods, this is awful. But we do not have the time to burn the carcasses, some of the beasts may be wounded, that makes them even more dangerous.”
Glorfindel swallowed. “Oh, how wonderful!”
Rheynek just sniggered and was about to turn back to the mare when they heard a groaning sound, the hunter spun around and the green eyes were ablaze. “One is alive.”
He rushed towards the source of the sound and they saw an orc that lay up against a rock, its face was gone, just remnants of bone and muscle could be seen and the body was shaking violently from the unbearable agony and the shock. Glorfindel had never believed that he ever would pity an orc but now he did. It was terrible and it was just due to the strength of the race that the poor creature still drew breath. Its lower jaw was just gone, a gaping hole was all that was left and the elf saw that the body was both scalded and burned by the acid. This orc had tried to fight and he had to admire the courage it had to have shown. Rheynek just snarled and pulled his sword free from the scabbard. “Poor son of a bitch, even an orc deserves better than this.”
He just swung the blade with an effortless motion and decapitated the orc completely. Glorfindel stared at the ground, he felt sick. This was way worse than what any of his people would do to their enemies. Rheynek just shook the blood of his blade and sheathed it again, he made a grimace. “Orcs are scum, filth and dealers of death and destruction but not even they are a match for a pack of death dogs.”
Glorfindel stared at the back of the hunter, he felt a bit uneasy. There was some sort of hatred in the hunter’s voice and he didn’t know if he liked it. It made him feel a bit worried, not as safe as he had felt before. Rheynek mounted his horse again. “I can sense your emotions Fin, but worry not. I do not allow my emotions to rule me, when I am hunting I have to be cold.”
Glorfindel just nodded and saw that the hunter now placed his weapons where he could reach them in a hurry. He rode with the reins hanging loose and controlled the horse with his legs, the eyes were moving all the time, missed nothing. The forest was eerily quiet, not even a bird was singing and the hunter pulled his sword again. “I can smell one of them, and it is near. I guess the orcs did cause some damage after all.”
Glorfindel felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck, he felt his horse tense up underneath him and he had to force it forth with his heels. There was a sound, a low growl and wheezing, something moved up ahead and Rheynek turned his head. “Stay behind me, whatever you do, do not try to attack on your own.”
Glorfindel just nodded, as if he ever would want to do that. Then he spotted it, it lay between two trees and it was barely moving but the sight made him groan and he felt bile rising in his throat. Nothing could look that grotesque, that awful? This had to be a nightmare, a hallucination? The animal was the size of a good horse and the shape was indeed a bit like that of a huge dog of some kind but the head was wide and flat and terrible and the most awful thing was that it was almost transparent. It did look like a skinned animal, he could see veins and organs and bone through the meat and hide and he knew that these beasts had to be close to invisible at night.
The thing moved, growled and wheezed and Rheynek had a sort of terrible light in his eyes now, he dismounted and grinned, a wide feral grin that made Glorfindel shiver. This hunter was indeed vicious, he had to be if he was to survive this job for long. “They did wound this one, wonderful. One less to worry about, just seven to go. See? Its front leg is chopped off and its neck is half way cut through.”
The thing tried to get up, to lounge at them but Rheynek was faster than Glorfindel had anticipated, in a flash he was beside the animal and brought the blade down over its head, cleaved it in half. The beast shook a few times and then it just lay there, dead and harmless.
Rheynek gestured for Glorfindel to come closer and he walked forth, very reluctantly. The animal did stink and it looked so grotesque he still had a hard time believing what he saw. Rheynek pried the mouth open, the elf stared at the multiple rows of razor sharp teeth and the hunter pointed at some strange protruding pieces of pale meat hanging from the back of the mouth. “Acid glands, don’t ever touch those.”
Glorfindel nodded. “Got it!”
Rheynek then pulled the front leg out from underneath the dead beasts. “See? These claws can cut a horse in half and the beasts are way faster than you can imagine just by looking at them.”
The elf shuddered, he didn’t doubt a word the hunter said, it was obvious that Rheynek had been hunting these monsters before. “Have you killed many of these monsters?”
Rheynek shrugged. “A few hundred perhaps, nasty critters and hard to get rid of too. But eventually they do die from starvation, the only drawback is that it takes months and in that time they can cause absolute mayhem.”
Glorfindel got back to his horse, he felt safer on horseback. “I can understand that yes. “
Rheynek mounted his horse too with effortless elegance and rode on. “The rest of the pack has to be nearby, they haven’t had time to travel far from this place before the sun got up.”
Glorfindel stared at the sun, it had been up for some hours already. “They never move during daytime?”
Rheynek nodded. “No, not if they can avoid it. Days of heavy rain and dense clouds can cause them to hunt even at midday but if the sun is out they will seek shelter.”
Glorfindel tilted his head, this terrain could certainly provide plenty of such. There were caves everywhere. “Will the trees help you find them?”
Rheynek nodded. “And the animals.”
He put his head back and made a strange sound, it was a bit like a howl of some sort, soft and gentle and before long a group of squirrels came running through the trees. The animals did hesitate for a few seconds, then they jumped down onto the mare and ran around using Rheynek too as a tree. The hunter laughed. “Little ones, show us the way, show us where they hide.”
The squirrels were chatting away as squirrels do, they sounded like some pissed off person who has inhaled helium. Glorfindel had to grin and some jumped over to his horse too, stared at him with beady eyes and curious expressions. A huge grey one started running through the trees, yelling all the time. Rheynek did turn his horse around and grinned at Glorfindel, they sat side by side and the elf saw the tender glimpse in the hunter’s eyes and found it endearing. The man obviously loved animals and that was one thing they had in common. Rheynek smiled at him and he smiled back, he couldn’t help it. “Cute little rascals and very useful, they know everything that happens in the forest but by the goddess, their attention span is a bit short at times.”
Glorfindel had to grin. “You speak to them?!”
Rheynek nodded. “Indeed I do, one of the benefits of being the goddess own hunter, I understand every language, even those of trees and beasts. But the squirrels can be tiresome at times, you wouldn’t believe the type of gossip they like to share.”
They rode after the grey large one and Glorfindel stared at the hunter with disbelief. “Gossip? What kind of gossip? Do animals really speak of such things?”
Rheynek stared at the ground, checking for tracks. “Indeed they do, I have heard very explicit stories of who is cheating on who, which stag has sired most offspring and which male has got the biggest…antlers.”
Glorfindel had to laugh in spite of the situation. “So they do like the juicy stuff then?”
Rheynek grinned widely. “Oh yes, who doesn’t by the way? But I do sometimes thank the goddess that I am the only one who understands them, there are a lot of secrets that could be exposed if everybody understood the languages of beasts.”
Glorfindel had to think for a second and then he blushed, yes indeed there would be scandals if all beasts or birds were to tell of the things they had seen. Rheynek saw the expression on the elf’s face and grinned widely, white teeth were shining in a wry expression. “Oh, I see that you too have some secrets?”
Glorfindel bit his lower lip. “Well, this fellow here” He petted his horse on the neck ”would have had a thing or two to tell yes. “
Rheynek stared at the horse and Asfaloth nickered and shook his head. Rheynek sent Glorfindel a narrow glance and there was something very mischievous in his eyes. “Aha, you had a tumble in the hay with one of the stable workers right? Your horse claims that you used the other elf as a mare?”
Glorfindel just gaped, yes, his horse had been in the stable at that particular occasion but that he had seen…? Oh crap. Rheynek sniggered. “Don’t look so aghast my friend, there is nothing like a little fun to spice up your day and I don’t care that much about gender either.”
The elf just stared with wide eyes. “You don’t?”
Rheynek just shrugged. “Nope, Enez and I don’t mind that any of us are having some fun with others, we’ve got a very open relationship, where I am from few are very prudent or pious, it is against our nature I guess.”
Glorfindel didn’t really know what to do with that piece of information, he felt a strange jolt of excitement and also some nervous anticipation. This meant that he could try to act upon the attraction he felt towards the hunter, but did the hunter feel the same way? That was yet to be determined.

The squirrel was leading the way and the hunter looked serious again, stern even. They approached a narrow canyon and it was obvious that this was a site where the sun never reached the bottom. Rheynek swore. “Oh clever bastards, a canyon. It will be tough fighting them there.”
He rode on and listened to the squirrels that chatted away frenetically. “They are hiding at the end of the canyon, in a small cave. Thought so, seven in all, that is correct. “
Glorfindel swallowed hard and felt nervous. “So, how are we to do this then?”
Rheynek stopped his horse and stared ahead, his eyes were distant. “Are you a good archer?”
Glorfindel nodded. “Not among the best but good enough I guess.”
Rheynek dismounted and removed the weapons from the saddle, he did also pull out some other objects that made Glorfindel stare. Rheynek looked up at the sun and he had a nervous expression on his face. “We do not have that much time to prepare so listen up. “
He placed the bow and quiver in front of Glorfindel. “Do you see the ledge up ahead, behind those rocks? Get up there, you can fire downwards from there but beware, they might attack you from behind, the ledge isn’t that far off the ground.”
Glorfindel just nodded, his throat felt dry. “Okay, and you?”
Rheynek had a wild expression in his eyes. “I will chase them forth with fire, they fear that. And then we just fight until there is none left.”
Glorfindel moaned. “You make it sound simple, I bet it isn’t.”
Rheynek just sent him an insane grin. “Of course it isn’t, when you shoot remember this, either heart of head, if you hit them anywhere else it is a wasted arrow, got it?”
Glorfindel sighed. “Yes damn it, head equals dead.”
Rheynek sniggered. “Damn right, and now my friend, strip. “
Glorfindel just stared at the hunter. “What?!”
Rheynek nodded. “You heard me, off with it, everything.”
He held up a bottle of something that looked very sticky and it did smell terrible. “We need to cover ourselves with this, they hate the smell and it protects the skin against the acid for a few seconds, long enough to get it off I hope.”
Glorfindel just stared still, his mouth hung open and he didn’t move. “Ah?”
Rheynek shook his head and sighed. “Oh for heaven’s sake ellon, this is not the time to become shy! I know you have the hot’s for me, hell I can smell that, but this is serious.”
He grasped Glorfindel’s leather armor and started unstrapping it, the elf just stood there, in shock. Then his tunic and shirt went flying and Rheynek pulled his own garments off. Glorfindel stared at the hunter’s glorious naked upper torso and the sight was causing him to drool once more.
Rheynek poured some of the greyish oil into his palm and started smearing it over Glorfindel’s shoulders, the elf gasped since it was very cold and then he tensed up. Those strong calloused hands upon his skin felt good, they felt just too good. He felt how his pants suddenly became very tight and uncomfortable indeed and he ached to touch the hunter back. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning and Rheynek sighed and stared at him with disbelief. “That bad ha? I bet you haven’t gotten laid for ages the way you are reacting to a mere touch.”
Glorfindel blushed violently, what in heck’s name was happening to him? He acted like some hormone ridden elfling barely come of age. “Uh, well, it has been a while and…”
Rheynek shook his head. “Right, do you know one of the first rules I learned while I was training?”
The elf shook his head, ashamed of himself. “No?”
Rheynek stared him straight in the eye. “Never engage an enemy with anything else than the fight ahead in your heart. If you do you are dead, simple as that.”
Glorfindel bit his lower lip. “I know, I am sorry, I just…”
Rheynek cocked his head, his eyes were narrow. “We have little time so I guess there is only one solution to this dilemma. I really need your help and you are useless whilst in this mindset.”
He leaned forth and Glorfindel was suddenly getting kissed, a very demanding and yet gentle kiss that made his senses awaken almost violently. When Rheynek did let go Glorfindel was panting and he shuddered. “You do not need to do this…if you do not want me then…”
Rheynek almost growled and the sound sent shivers down Glorfindel’s spine ”Oh but I do pretty golden one”
Glorfindel gasped and Rheynek grasped him and before the elf managed to catch his breath he was laying on the ground with the hunter on top of him. Glorfindel yelped and stared up at Rheynek’s face, there was some sort of grim determination on the handsome face and the elf did in fact get a feeling of fear, of being helpless. He was usually the dominant one but there would be no chance of being the one in charge here, the hunter would take what he wanted and that was that. Rheynek smiled, a sly grin and pressed his groin against Glorfindel’s and the elf had to gasp when he felt that the hunter was just as aroused as himself.

Rheynek had a devilish grin on his face, he leaned down and licked the elf’s ear, from the base to the sensitive tip and Glorfindel yelped and bucked up against the hunter, wanted to grind himself towards the strong hard body that pushed him down. It was strange but he wanted to be submissive, to just let go and allow the hunter to do whatever he pleased with him. Rheynek growled again. “We’d better hurry then, or we’ll lose the light. “
He reached down and unbuckled the elf’s belt, opened the laces and Glorfindel sighed with relief as his cock was freed from the tight pants, it had actually hurt. The hunter did the same with his own pants and then he flipped them over onto their sides so they lay next to each other. Glorfindel did take a peek down, the hunter was impressive and more than ready and if they hadn’t been in such a hurry he would have begged Rheynek to take him, he didn’t care if it would hurt, the hunter filled him with an insane desire and he had barely ever wanted anyone the way he now wanted this mysterious stranger.
The hunter grasped them both with one hand and started stroking them while holding them together with his other hand and Glorfindel put his upper leg over the hunter’s, to stay in place. The sensation was insane, he couldn’t help himself at all, he did thrust into the grip and delighted in the sensation of the other male’s cock being rubbed against his own. Rheynek’s hand was slick with the oil and the elf whimpered and gasped and got utterly lost in the sensation of pleasure and desperate need. Rheynek was panting too and his eyes were glazed but he did not surrender completely to the storm that possessed them both. He kissed Glorfindel’s brow and moaned. “You do…sing …marvelously mellon”
Glorfindel was in a haze, he could not remember the last time he had felt thus and before long he felt himself tensing up, he couldn’t stop himself from making loud keening sounds and Rheynek was growling hoarsely and he increased the speed of his hand and Glorfindel wanted to hold back, to prolong the sensation but it was impossible. He threw his head back and screamed as he came and heard that Rheynek made some guttural groans and felt that he too shuddered and came. The elf felt warm liquid spurting over his skin and the thought of them both reaching completion like this, simultaneously almost brought him to the brink of yet another orgasm.
Rheynek chuckled and stared at the flustered face and the expression of utter bliss, he moved his hand and caressed Glorfindel’s balls gently and it was all that was needed, the elf tensed up again and howled as he came a second time. This time he almost passed out and Rheynek chuckled and let go, sat back up and wiped the sticky seed of them with some grass.
“I bet you feel a lot better now? Are you capable of keeping your head cold and your mind straight?”
Glorfindel nodded, he felt dizzy but so relieved, so amazingly relieved. It felt as though he was hovering and he was close to tears, it felt so good. Rheynek kissed him swiftly and got back on his feet. “Great, now, let’s finish getting this oil business done and then there is time for some killing.”
Glorfindel did manage to get back onto his feet and he got covered with the oil and so did Rheynek before they got their clothes back on. Glorfindel took the bow and the quiver and went to the ledge and Rheynek grasped a torch and another bottle of something and started pouring from it onto the ground across the opening to the canyon. Then he put the torch to the liquid and it did immediately burst into flames. Glorfindel did understand the plan now, the hunter created a wall of flames that would hold the beasts there. He got into position and knocked an arrow and he just hoped that the hunter knew what he was doing. Rheynek just winked at him and ran up the canyon towards where the beasts were hiding, he had the rest of the liquid in the bottle and the torch too and the elf realized that the hunter would toss the bottle and the torch into the cave to get the beasts out.

It was dangerous and he thought for a second that the hunter had to be mad to be willing to do something like this, and he felt frightened. Not for himself but for Rheynek, what was he to do if the hunter got himself killed? He had started to care for the man damn it, he wasn’t falling in love but there was a strong connection there and he didn’t want to lose a new friend, not by these monsters.
He stood there covered by the rocks and waited and then he heard the sound of running feet and growls. Rheynek came running like a deer, he had pulled both his blades and he was so fast the white hair flowed behind him like some banner. Glorfindel took a deep breath, don’t think, just act. The first beast came into view and it almost made him lose his nerve for it was way more terrifying than the wounded one Rheynek had killed. It moved with a grace that was mesmerizing and yet it exuded power and strength in spite of the awful appearance. He got a grip of himself, aimed and let the arrow fly and it pierced the beast’s eye and went straight into the monsters excuse for a brain. The beast fell with a loud thud and rolled along the ground and another one appeared and it went straight for Rheynek. The hunter spun around like a dancer and Glorfindel did see that the blade almost split the beast in two.
Rheynek moved so fast he was hard to spot and Glorfindel had to concentrate on shooting now, two was down, he felled two more, three left. Rheynek decapitated one more and then there were two of the ugly monsters and one of them turned around and ran towards where Glorfindel was hiding. He sent an arrow at it but the beast jumped and the arrow hit it in the neck instead of in the head. It wouldn’t die from that shot and it kept running straight for him. Glorfindel realized that he had two options now, Rheynek was fighting the last one and could not help him, he had to manage this on his own. If he backed off towards the rocks he would be trapped, he reacted on sheer instinct and dove forwards, over the rocks and into the dense bushes underneath the ledge. It wasn’t a very tall drop but he felt it nonetheless and moaned as he rolled through what felt like thorns and needles.
The beast had leapt up towards the ledge and couldn’t change its course while in the air. Glorfindel got back onto his back, his bow still in his hand and he aimed and shot at the monsters chest. He couldn’t pull the bow very well like this but he didn’t have to, the distance was short and the arrow sharp and it did pierce the beast’s heart easily. Then he had to roll like mad to avoid getting crushed by the falling beast.
He got out of the bushes and stared at the scene in front of him, the beasts were dead and he felt how the overflow of adrenaline made him feel almost giddy and silly. He was alive, he had survived. Rheynek was calmly cleaning his blades and he grinned widely and his eyes were shining. “Well done, four, that is very respectable. I can make a very good monster slayer out of you mellon.”
Glorfindel just shrugged. “I think I have had enough of slaying monsters for now, thank you very much. “
Rheynek stared at Glorfindel and the grin on his face got wider and wider. “Diving forth like that was a very bold move but it saved your hide, you have some rather quick reflexes my friend.”
The elf blushed and felt as though he didn’t deserve the praise at all. Rheynek sniggered. “The bushes did not welcome you I guess, or is that the newest elven hair fashion?”
Glorfindel frowned, he saw that Rheynek was staring at his head and he got a sneaking suspicion, raised his hand and felt his hair. He immediately broke into a row of cusswords so bad Rheynek cringed visibly. “Whoa there, it is just burrs, they can be removed!”
Glorfindel hissed. “Just burrs?! They are infernal, the invention of Morgoth himself I am sure.”
He felt that his entire head was covered with the terrible seed pods and his hair was almost one huge tangled mass of burrs and hair and twigs and needles and dirt. Rheynek turned around, he was shaking. “Are you laughing? Are you? Cause if you are then…!”
Rheynek turned around again, he had tears in his eyes and he was a bit red, mirth was shining in his eyes. “Oh but you do look beautiful even now, just a bit…uncouth.”
Glorfindel was hissing, he was extremely proud of his silky long hair and spent a lot of time grooming himself. “Uncouth? I’ll show you uncouth!”
He was almost getting physical with the hunter but Rheynek caught his hands and literally purred. “I haven’t thanked you for the help you have provided so let me help you in return. Burrs can be removed with oil and I have plenty of that, let’s go to the river and I will take good care of you. “
There was something in the hunter’s husky voice that told Glorfindel that taking care of in this case meant far more than just grooming and he felt the anger disappear like mist for the sun. He nodded eagerly and Rheynek went over and put out the flames with a spell before he called his horse to him again. Glorfindel did the same and they rode down to the narrow river they had seen in the distance. Before long they found a nice spot where they could camp and Rheynek made a small bonfire, found some towels in his saddle bags and a change of clothes. Glorfindel just sat on a rock by the water sulking. His head felt heavy and he feared that he would have to cut his hair, that was unheard of among elves, they did take great pride in their hair.
Rheynek finished setting up the camp, then he got his clothes off save for a loincloth and found a bone comb and a bottle of oil he usually used on his leather armor to keep it flexible. Glorfindel still sat on the rock staring at the few strands of golden hair that was free from the tangles. He felt miserable, he probably looked like a troll. Rheynek gestured at him. “Off with the rags mellon, and into the water. “

Glorfindel just grunted and obeyed, he got every garment of and waded into the river, found a log he could sit on and Rheynek joined him. He started pouring oil into the giant tangle and then he went to work. Glorfindel felt awful still but it felt good being taken care of like that and the hunter was very gentle. His hands were steady and he worked methodically and slowly so it didn’t hurt that much. There were some tugging and pulling but it could not be avoided and after a while the elf relaxed and just enjoyed the sensation of strong hands on his scalp. He sat there with his eyes closed in bliss and was only moving when Rheynek ordered him to move.
The hunter used three hours to get the burrs out, by then it was dark and they had moved from the river to the camp and sat by the fire as Rheynek got the last burrs out. Then Glorfindel took a quick bath to get the dirt out of his hair and went back to the fire where Rheynek brushed his hair through and started rubbing him dry. Glorfindel was feeling drowsy and relaxed and more at ease than for a long time, he just sat there with his eyes half closed and it was no great surprise when he suddenly felt warm lips caressing the back of his neck. He gasped and leaned into the feeling and Rheynek caressed his chest and pinched his nipples while sucking on his earlobe.
Glorfindel rolled his eyes, he was suddenly aflame again and he allowed Rheynek to lay him down onto the blankets. He didn’t care if the hunter wanted to take him, he wasn’t afraid now. Rheynek would most certainly dominate him but he would never hurt him intentionally and once more he wanted to just let go of everything and allow someone else to be in control. Rheynek had that infernal grin on his face once more, there were devils dancing in those green eyes. It should have been frightening but it was just arousing and Glorfindel squirmed as the hunter started to lick, suck and nip his way down his body.
Rheynek knew what he was doing, by Morgoth’s balls! Before long the elf was beside himself, he was groaning and pleading and writhing and the hunter had an almost sinister ability to read his emotions and act upon them. He knew exactly where Glorfindel wanted to be touched and how and he did turn it into a very slow very sensual and very torturous display of exquisite skill and technique. He played the elf’s body like a maestro treats a precious instrument and showed no less reverence in what he was doing than a dedicated musician does.
Glorfindel was teetering on the edge, being kept on the very brink of an explosion but every time he thought he was going to come Rheynek stopped touching and caressing and held the elf back. Glorfindel didn’t know for how long he could endure this, it was more than he ever had felt before, hands lips and tongue caressed him with such certainty and skill and he hadn’t even been touched where he needed it the most yet. The hunter hadn’t touched his aching cock at all, but his balls and the sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs had gotten their fair share of attention.
Glorfindel panted, he was sobbing and desperate now, he had been so close several times and though he would go insane if he wasn’t allowed to come soon. His entire body was throbbing with need or so it seemed and he mewled and whimpered. “Saes, please..”
Rheynek stared up at the elf’s flustered face, he was gorgeous like this, close to complete rapture and the hunter chuckled. “Close ha? What is it that you want pretty one?”
Glorfindel yelped, Rheynek had let one finger caress his tight opening and the sensation made him roll his eyes and buck against the hunter. “Oh Gods, I am begging you!”
Rheynek chuckled. “Yes well then so.”
He did two things at once, pushed the finger inside of the elf with a quick and forceful movement and at the same time he took the elf’s weeping cock into his mouth, all the way back to his throat. Glorfindel couldn’t make a sound, he wanted to but he couldn’t. He was seeing sparks, heaving for air, every nerve was ablaze with pleasure and when the hunter started moving his head up and down while using his tongue in a most wicked way and at the same time stroking that spot inside of the elf’s body that was his most sensitive one Glorfindel couldn’t have lasted even if there had been a pack of naked orcs dancing in front of them. He screamed from the top of his lungs, grasping onto the hunters long white locks with one hand and grasping the blankets with the other one, his body bucking and shuddering and arching as he spilled himself completely down the hunter’s throat.
He kept screaming until it finally let go of him and he was able to think again, Rheynek rested his chin on his hand and grinned. “You really deserved this, you are wonderful, are you aware of that?”
Glorfindel just blushed, he felt utterly spent and close to passing out and Rheynek crawled up beside him and laid down with his arms around the elf. He kissed Glorfindel lovingly and the elf felt the taste of himself on his lover’s lips and it made him moan. He could barely believe that the hunter had done that, given him head. It had been overwhelming. Rheynek stroked his hair. “Rest now, tomorrow it is your turn to return the favor and I expect you to perform well.”
Glorfindel just yawned, tomorrow. He didn’t worry about tomorrow at all, this was bliss, this was heaven and he cuddled up against the hunter’s warm body with the trust of a child before he fell asleep almost instantly.
The next morning he woke up feeling hungry, Rheynek was already up and he was making some stew. He was not wearing anything and Glorfindel was in awe of the sight. The hunter moved with a relaxed ease, with a sort of majestic self confidence that covered him like a cloak, he didn’t feel bothered at all being nude. The horses were grazing peacefully by the river and the two males sat down and enjoyed the meal. Rheynek was a good cook and Glorfindel was hungrier than he had previously thought, he emptied his own bowl rather fast and got a refill. The hunter just grinned and told him it was well earned, after all, he had fought well the day before.
Glorfindel remembered what Rheynek had said the night before, that he would have to return the favor and he stared at the hunter with nervous anticipation. He didn’t know what the white haired man wanted him to do, or how but he guessed that he would be told soon enough. Rheynek just walked around the camp, gathered some firewood, cleaned the kettle, gathered some water for some tea….the atmosphere got more and more tense and Glorfindel felt himself shiver, why he didn’t know. He could feel that the hunter stared at him whenever he looked away and his skin felt oversensitive and tingly. Rheynek sat down with a knife and a piece of leather, he tried to trim it to replace a broken strap on his saddle and Glorfindel was fidgeting with his hair. He felt restless, nervous. What was it that Rheynek wanted? Why was he doing this? It wasn’t fair. Glorfindel looked down, he was sporting a raging hard on once more and wanted to be touched and touch in return.
The hunter looked so terribly inviting, sitting there with his legs curled up concentrating on his work completely nude. Glorfindel had to lick his lips, the hunter was aroused too, but he acted as if he didn’t even noticed it. The elf sighed, his body ached and he remembered the releases he had enjoyed the day before, it didn’t exactly make his burning need less apparent and urgent. He squirmed and stared at the hunter who just continued trimming the leather, he had become very frustrated. He thought about getting up and visiting the bushes to give himself a hand but something held him back, the horses were grazing peacefully so there were no dangers there but he did somehow know that the hunter would become rather cross if he sought release on his own.
He stared at Rheynek once more, stared at dark skin that shimmered in the sun and he wondered how it would feel against his own. The hunter had very long legs and arms and he had seen the strength in that lean toned body, he was far stronger than what was normal or natural for anyone, human or elf alike. He saw how the muscles in those elegant arms moved and how the silky hair almost caressed strong broad shoulders, Glorfindel felt how his heart was beating in a frantic rhythm and he was breathing hard, gods, something had to happen now or else he would go mad for sure. He just sat there, feeling as if he had ants crawling everywhere underneath his skin and then Rheynek finally made his move.
The hunter got up and walked over to where the elf sat, he stood there and stared down at Glorfindel who had started to tremble ever so slightly. The hunter was an imposing sight and he looked so very demanding and sure of his own power and strength. Glorfindel stared up at the white haired man and Rheynek sent him a predatory grin, then he sat down onto his haunches and stared straight at the elf. “Touch yourself, slowly. “
Glorfindel gasped and did what he was told to do, the hunter reached out and cupped his chin with a calloused hand. “Continue but don’t look down, eyes up here. “
He pointed two fingers at his own eyes and the elf nodded, he was mesmerized by those strange eyes, captured like a mouse in front of a snake. It felt odd not being allowed to see what he was doing and Rheynek almost purred. “Good, continue until you spill yourself but don’t close your eyes or look away, I will not accept it if you do.”
Glorfindel gasped and he couldn’t hold back moans and whimpers, it was so new to him to bow to the will of someone else and for some reason it made him both horny and a bit giddy. The responsibility was no longer on him, but on the one in charge of this. Rheynek caressed his chin and let a finger glide across the elf’s lips. Glorfindel immediately caught it and caressed it with his tongue, sucked it in a suggestive rhythm. The hunter chuckled. “Oh I have found such a treasure in you, worry not, those lovely lips of yours are gonna be put to work soon enough.”
Glorfindel could feel that he was getting close now, he was sweating and trembling and it was harder than he had thought to keep his eyes on Rheynek’s. The green orbs stared into his own blue ones and Rheynek grinned and leaned forth, kissed him with tongue and a lot of zeal and experience. It was the final drop, the final push, Glorfindel tensed up and groaned as he came, he didn’t close his eyes and Rheynek smiled and looked pleased. “Oh you are so beautiful my golden one, those grimaces of yours are precious.”
The hunter kissed him again and Glorfindel shuddered in the last spasms and let go of his cock, his hand slick with his own seed. Rheynek had really enjoyed watching, he sensed that. The hunter got back up and walked over to a rock on the edge of the meadow, he sat down and gestured for the elf to follow him. Glorfindel obeyed and Rheynek sent him a wry grin. “Kneel down.”
The elf did what he was told to do and he immediately knew what the hunter wanted, the white haired man had spread his legs and he was at just the right height. Glorfindel had done this a few times and he wanted to impress his lover and tried to use every trick he had heard of. The size of the hunter’s cock did challenge his gag reflex but he managed to suppress it and put his hands on the hunter’s muscular thighs for support. Rheynek made the most exquisite sounds, he had thrown his head back in complete surrender and it gave the elf a strange feeling of being in power in spite of the submissive position he was in.
Glorfindel used his tongue with glee and zeal and he sucked and moved with a slow but steady rhythm, he did also caress the hunters sack and was rewarded with a loud gasp. He did start to hum and took the hard length as deep as he possibly could, it did almost choke him but he didn’t care. He wanted to please the hunter and the whimpers and groans were telling him that he was doing this the right way. He had to continue for quite a while before Rheynek got close to his release, he felt hands fisting his hair and the hunter had started moving up against his mouth, then he felt that Rheynek started to tremble and his sack got tighter and the elf prepared himself. He took the length deep again and hummed and Rheynek made a strange howling sound and Glorfindel swallowed and held the hunter in position until he was completely spent. The elf did lick the hunter clean and removed every drop of the sticky white liquid, Rheynek was panting and his eyes were very dark. “Damn ellon, you are a natural at this.”
Glorfindel beamed with pride and Rheynek pulled him up, kissed him passionately and caressed the soft skin, there was a soft and gentle expression in the green eyes and Glorfindel did feel appreciated and valued. Usually he was being valued for being dangerous and a fierce warrior, this was different and it was exhilarating in a way. It made him view himself in a completely new way. Rheynek did pull him close and Glorfindel did straddle his lap, they sat there kissing and caressing and before long both were aroused once more. Glorfindel used a hand to stroke them both just as Rheynek had the day before and Rheynek groaned and stared at him with eyes glazed with lust. “How far are you ready to go mellon?”
Glorfindel felt brave, and he wanted it all, wanted every sensation, every little spark of pleasure or pain alike. He kissed the hunter and worked their lengths slowly. “All the way!”
He coated Rheynek’s cock with spit and pre cum and then he lifted himself and let the hunter slide into him very slowly. It hurt, he couldn’t deny that and Rheynek groaned and rolled his eyes. “By the Goddess, have you done this before?”
Glorfindel was gasping for air, he was seeing sparks and the slightly burning sensation subsided slowly, he was filled and more so than ever before and it was such a glorious feeling although there was a fair amount of pain mixed into it. “I have…had lovers…before…”
He was barely able to speak a coherent word, the length buried within him pressed against his sweet spot and he was shaking all over in an overwhelming rush of emotions. Rheynek was sweating and kissed his neck, suckled it and bit the sensitive skin, there was something almost animalistic in the sounds he was making and Glorfindel knew that he should feel at least a little hint of fear but he didn’t. Instead he felt a most insane need to just let it all go, forget all about who and what he was and allow every fantasy and every urge he ever had known run free. “You are so darn tight and warm, I am warning you elf, you will not be able to walk tomorrow!”
Glorfindel just snarled and started moving, the hunter’s large hands supported him and he closed his eyes and just let it happen. “I do not fucking care, do me!”
Rheynek grinned, the devilish wide grin with a hint of sharp white teeth that made Glorfindel’s heart do somersaults in his chest. “More than willing to oblige mellon”
The hunter pressed his feet into the grass and started thrusting up and they found a rhythm, Glorfindel let his head fall back, his mouth was open and eyes closed and it was insane and wonderful and just amazing. Rheynek angled his hips so every thrust touched the gland inside of his partner and Glorfindel was calling out his name and screaming and drowned in the sensation of being filled, of sweaty skin sliding against his own and the scent of them together, of love making and lust. Rheynek had grabbed the elf’s cock and worked it in sync with the thrusting and Glorfindel keened and shuddered and Rheynek bit his neck, rather hard and the pain made the elf hiss and arch his back. “Come, let me feel you.”
The hunters deep raw voice close to his ear was enough now, Glorfindel had a sensation of falling and then it all just exploded. He yelled and thrashed around and Rheynek held him in place and finished with two hard thrusts, he too cried out and Glorfindel felt how he was being filled with liquid warmth. His own seed spurted over the hunter’s taut stomach and the sight was so unbearably erotic the elf just moaned. He felt light headed and Rheynek lifted them both down onto the grass and lay there panting for air.
Glorfindel had never felt like that before, but he knew that Rheynek was right, he would feel sore the next day but he didn’t care. He wanted that sensation again, and again and he wriggled against the hunters warm body and Rheynek nuzzled his neck and sniggered. “You are really wanton or what? I like that, don’t try to suppress who you are or how you feel, be proud of it.”
Before long the hunter was caressing Glorfindel’s crotch and the elf gasped with pleasure and spread his legs, let the hunter lift him and place his legs over the broad shoulders before Rheynek plunged into him once more. In this position he was completely in Rheynek’s grip and helpless but he did trust the hunter now. They both reached another high before long and rested and just lay there enjoying the sensation of intimacy and trust. Glorfindel did allow Rheynek to take him from behind too and the hunter did bite the back of his neck and left some rather visible marks on him but Glorfindel didn’t care at all. He had hickeys almost everywhere by now and his body ached in completely new and intriguing ways and he had never felt this satisfied.
Rheynek did allow Glorfindel to take him once and the elf felt a bit honored by that, he knew that it was hard for someone as domineering as the hunter to be on the receiving end of such play. But he did certainly enjoy it and they finished down by the river with Rheynek on top again. After that séance both were completely spent and exhausted and they returned to the camp fire and had some food before they lay down to sleep, snuggled closely together. Glorfindel knew that they would have to part the next morning, his friends would soon get worried and he supposed that Rheynek’s family and friends were nervous on his behalf too. He just lay there and felt blessed by the fact that he had been able to enjoy this time together with the hunter. It would become a most treasured memory and if the gods were smiling at them then perhaps they would meet again someday in the future.
The next morning they ate in silence and Glorfindel didn’t want to say goodbye, he knew that he had to tough. If he stayed with the hunter for much longer he would lose his heart and that would be a disaster, he knew that Rheynek loved his mate and he would never leave her, not even for someone like Glorfindel. And that was just the way it ought to be too, he shouldn’t feel bad at all. They had had fun and he had learned a lot and that was a blessing in itself. Rheynek had packed up everything and gotten it onto the mare and he grasped Glorfindel’s chin with a gentle touch and kissed him, it was a very tender and loving kiss and Glorfindel couldn’t help but feeling a bit of heartache thinking of what could have been. Rheynek grinned. “I will remember you lover, do not doubt that. “
Glorfindel nodded slowly. “I don’t, and I will remember you too. “
Rheynek grinned widely. “The way you are walking today makes me believe you, are you in a lot of pain?”
Glorfindel blushed. “I have felt worse, believe me. I will survive.”
Rheynek sniggered and took something from his saddle bag, placed it in Glorfindel’s hand. “Here mellon, a thing to remember me by, that will last longer than the ache in your backside. I want to be remembered for more than just causing you a pain in the ass!”
Glorfindel stared at the beautiful dagger and he felt a bit overwhelmed, he blinked desperately. “This is too precious, you cannot…”
Rheynek slapped his shoulder, rather hard. “I can and I just did, it is yours. Put it to good use. “
Rheynek just turned around and mounted the mare with a swift movement and Glorfindel got onto the back of Asfaloth, although with some difficulties. He did ache more than ever before now that he sat in the saddle and cursed himself for having let the hunter fuck him senseless so many times. Rheynek turned the mare, reached out and touched Glorfindel’s hand, he smiled. “Farewell, may your gods smile at you and grant you happiness and joy.”
Glorfindel swallowed. “Likewise. Safe travels my friend.”
Rheynek mumbled something and the air shivered in front of him, he smiled to the elf one last time, placed his hand over his heart once in a gesture of respect and reverence and then he urged the mare forth and disappeared as if he never had been there. Glorfindel sat on his horse feeling bewildered, almost confused, as if he doubted his own senses. He stared at the dagger, it was glowing slightly and he knew it was a very precious gift indeed. These three days had been real, not an illusion, not a dream. And he already knew that they had changed him somehow, transformed him. He would never again try to be someone or something that he wasn’t, that was for darn sure. He petted his horse tenderly. “And now boy, back to Imladris but walk steadily please, your master has had a little bit too much fun.”
The stallion just snorted and cantered off and Glorfindel cringed and knew that he would be in a terrible state when he got back home. How was he going to explain this? Oh heck, to Morgoth with everything. The truth was always the best option wasn’t it. And it wasn’t exactly a secret that he did prefer males, it was the one secret of which everybody knew everything. He sighed and let the horse set the pace.
He did return to Imladris late that evening, the sun was setting and the stable master and some other elves came to greet him. Erestor and Elrond were there and so were Lindir and the twins, Elrohir looked very well now with a splint on his arm and he wasn’t pale anymore.
Glorfindel slid down from Asfaloth and cringed when his feet touched the ground, darn he was aching, his thigh and hip muscles had been stretched a bit too much on a couple of occasions and he felt that now. And his rear was aching like crazy, he would ask Elrond for some remedies later, there had to be something that could remove that pain for sure?
The healer stared at the strange gait the golden haired warrior had gotten and his face did reveal a huge dose of confusion and worry too. Glorfindel sent them all a sheepish grin, they all wondered about the same thing and he just shrugged. “Worry not, I am not injured. I just got thoroughly fucked!”
He didn’t stay to watch all the flabbergasted faces and expressions, he sniggered internally as he limped up to his quarters for a hot bath and a good meal. In the nights to come he knew he would dream of skin dark as oiled leather, hair as white as freshly fallen snow and a pair of eyes as green as the very spring itself and it would be dreams worth enjoying.
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