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The Returned	By : Liliana Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 21
- 22
Please note that the disclaimer and warnings for this story are given at the beginning of the first chapter.
Author Notes: Whew! all missing chunks fixed! and while I was at it, I changed a few things: It is not blueberry tarts, but blackberry tarts. There were some minor typos to fix in several chapters. And the very ending of chapter 21 has changed slightly.
Also, I was surprised to receive several emails about the Inuyasha story I mentioned I was writting. I guess I'm not the only LOTR fan who has taken a liking to this anime! :) :)
It is going to be a while before I post it here, but the first chapter is already up over at my website. So if anyone feels like it, they can check it out there. The addy for my site is in my profile, and also on the first chapter of every story I have posted here.
Kalima: Oh, brrr... I hope it is not too cold where you are! As always, thank you meldir, for pointing out those typos. I do appreciate it! :)
Jayn: Thank you, sweety. I hope this chapter fulfills that promise... :)
Cassandra Rose: Thank you very much for those words! That is what I aim for, though admittedly, with varying degrees of success. LOL. And..erm..sorry about the cliffhanger! :)
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CHAPTER 22:
As soon as Legolas saw the advancing line of orcs, he realized they were too many for the elves to make a stand against. He also noted, with a sinking feeling, that several Uruk-Hai were leading the charge. Their presence made the approaching threat that much more dangerous. For unlike the lesser orcs, Uruks were cunning adversaries. And that meant that there was some sort of strategic purpose behind this attack.
Though the boulder-strewn mounds his group was camped amidst would seem, at first, to be an easily defended position, the prince knew that the opposite was true. If they remained, they would be trapped and slaughtered. His well-honed guard knew this as well, and so his second in command had already ordered their mounts readied. They would have to ride. And hope that the horses could outrun the ambush that Legolas sensed was ready to spring, somewhere ahead of them...
It came much sooner than expected.
They had just cleared the mounds when they spotted the wargs, closing in fast from both, their right and left sides. It was a classic maneuver. The wargs would cut off their retreat, while the Uruk-led band closed in from behind, trapping them in the middle of an ever-tightening noose.
But the elves had one important advantage. They had seen the orcs before the trap could be fully set, and that gave them a chance to escape it. Urging their mounts on they made straight for the rapidly-closing gap, as the orcs behind them sped up their pursuit. The next moments were sheer pandemonium. The maddened shrieks of the orcs rent the very air in a cacophony underlined by the much-deeper roars of the Uruk-Hai.
Then, the arrows started falling.
From atop the backs of the charging wargs, the rest of the orcish band began to fire along both flanks of the fleeing elves. It was a harrowing scenario, for they could not even take any time to shoot back, lest they miss their slim portal to freedom. All they could do was to lay low upon their own mounts, in order to present the smallest possible target.
" Noro lim! Noro lim!" Legolas urged, in a cry that was repeated by all of his companions.
And the valiant steeds responded. Their hooves pounding even faster upon the ground, as they gave their all to bear their beloved masters to safety.
Everything became a dusty blur, punctuated by the whizzing sound of the arrows. Then Legolas heard a garbled scream. He turned his head and saw that one of his guard had taken a hit on the ribs. But the stalwart warrior managed to stay ahorseback, knowing -as they all did- that to fall would bring about the death of the entire group, for the elves would never abandon a comrade. The prince barely had time to register his relief, when he felt a searing pain upon his own thigh. Yet aside from a pained grunt, he did not acknowledge the wound, instead returning his gaze to stare straight ahead. They were close to the gap now, very close...
And then, they were through.
They had escaped the noose; barely. Legolas called out a command and immediately he, along with every able guard, turned their mounts while simultaneously nocking their bows, letting fly as those more gravely wounded sped ahead. Every one of their arrows struck true. And the shrieks of the orcs became howls of dismay, as the wargs began to drop dead from beneath them.
There was no time to savor their temporary victory. Though the threat from the wargs had been mostly nullified, the main band of orcs and its Uruk-Hai leaders were still in pursuit and even on foot, their speed and stamina was prodigious. Most of Legolas' company had suffered wounds, some of them serious. They could not afford any further confrontation. And so the prince gave the signal to retreat, knowing that their only recourse was to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the orcs.
The Mirkwood elves had originally planned on arriving at Imladris sometime during the following afternoon. But now, their very survival depended on reaching the haven before daybreak. And to do that, they would have to ride through the night...
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Glorfindel was once again staring out into the distance. Though this time, the sky was changing from dark to light, and he was laying in bed, looking at it through an open window.
The night was all but over. And in all of the centuries spanning both of his lives, he could not recall ever having spent a more passionate one. From the moment he had walked up the short path and embraced the nude form of his awaiting mate, it had been thus. The need that had ignited within them both had been so overwhelming that they had verily stumbled back into the cottage, miraculously avoiding the table, chairs and candles, before falling upon the bed, as if guided by whatever invisible force it was that protected all those rendered insensate by desire. Somehow, in the middle of their fevered kisses, they managed to divest Glorfindel of his own clothing. And then at last, at last, there was nothing left to come between them.
After a century of denial, their first act of joining had been more akin to that of a pair of inexperienced humans, than to that of two elves mated for millenia. But it could not be helped. The urge to make their flesh as one, to enter and be entered, had simply overriden all else. The usually sure fingers of the Balrog Slayer had fumbled with the small bottle of oil, nearly dropping it twice as he tried to remove its suddently-uncooperative stopper. And he had actually growled in frustration, before the slightly surer hand of his beloved gently grasped his wrist, guiding it downwards so that he could feel the already stretched and coated entrance awaiting him...
{ Leave it to Erestor to have made sure that he was properly prepared. } Glorfindel now thought, chuckling softly to himself over the memory of it as he continued to stare at the ever-lightening sky outside the window.
Ah, yes. That first joining had indeed been far from a long, romantic interlude. Yet it mattered not. For their mutual cries when he had slid his hastily-oiled cock inside Erestor had given full testament to the unbelievable ecstasy the two elves had experienced, as their bodies and fe�s were bonded once more. It was no surprise that it had only taken a few thrusts, before Glorfindel felt the body of his beloved clench around him. And then, they had tumbled over the edge. Their orgasms so powerful that in the aftermath, they could only cling to each other as tears born of too many profound emotions spilled from their eyes.
For a long time afterwards, they had lain in sated contentment, just enjoying the simple communion of their togetherness. Erestor's head had rested on his shoulder, those elegant fingers tracing lazy patterns upon his chest, while Glorfindel's own hand caressed the slender swell of his mate's hip. Both of them letting desire build up again, this time slowly.
When at last they began the second movement of their lovers dance, it was with deliberate intent towards prolonging their pleasure. They touched every measure of one another's skin. With their hands, with their lips, with their tongues. They whispered their love in tender, yet heated words, then filled their mouths with each other's hardened shafts. Relishing in the tasting, until their need once more cried out for that most intimate of joinings. And this time, it was he who willingly surrendered, his head falling back onto Erestor's shoulder, as the other spooned against him and slowly took him from behind...
Glorfindel was abruptly brought back to the present by a restless movement beside him. And he could not help but chuckle again, as he heard his mate utter a short, indelicate snore. His mirth must have been louder than he thought, for Erestor suddently lifted his head, one eye opening to stare disgruntedly up at the pre-dawn sky outside the window.
" Mmmm... Just a little longer, seron vell." He mumbled, laying his head back down and cuddling closer.
Glorfindel's heart fluttered in his chest. There they were, the very same words that had once been a daily part of their mornings. The words that Erestor, never one for early rising, had always mumbled in hopes of staying abed. Nearly a century had passed since he had heard them. And then, on Erandir's first morning back, an exhausted Erestor had said them again, only to come awake and then pull away from Glorfindel's side. But not this time...not this time.
Glorfindel's arm tightened affectionately around the form weged against him.
" You sleep as long as you like, meleth nin." He said, placing a tender kiss atop Erestor's head.
Then he settled back and watched the very last of the night give way to Anor's golden rays. Welcoming the morning with the happy smile of one who knows that all has finally been set aright in his world.
TBC...
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