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The fallen one	By : Nuredhel Category: +Third Age > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter five: Training
It is your time to be tested
It is your time to see what you can do
You will see what you have been given
You will find who you truly are to be

Huna spent one more day in the infirmary before he was allowed out of there and he used the time well, he rested, ate and was monitored closely by Elrond and the other healers. He read until his head hurt, then he slept for a while and when he woke up he did read some more. His head was spinning with all the new information and he felt even more confused than before but he realized that in order to even survive he would have to just accept it all and not think too much about it. He was given a small room that was rather nice and the servants had carried a new bed into it since the old one would have been too short for him. He felt very anxious when he was to leave the healing ward, the whole place was buzzing with rumors about this stranger and Elladan and Elrohir had done their part in creating a great deal of sympathy for him. Aragorn had left to go chasing after the raiders and nobody knew when he would return so Huna didn’t get the opportunity to thank him for his kindness, he promised that he would, sooner or later.
He was given real food now and he ate like he never had seen anything edible before, his body needed to replenish its energy and reserves and he felt so much better. Some servants came to him with some new clothes, equipment for personal grooming and such and he braided his hair and put on something rather anonymous. He reckoned that he already would cause some commotion with his appearance and didn’t want to add to it.
When he left the building with his few belongings in a small bag he was met by Elladan who seemed to be thrilled by the sight, the son of Elrond did in fact hug him and he felt a bit overwhelmed by the welcome. “I am so glad that you feel better, you look a heck of a lot better no doubt, you looked as if you were dying.”
Huna just blushed and looked down, he had problems meeting the gaze of others still. “Thank you, I am doing well yes.”
Elladan showed him to his room and he was a bit shocked by it, it was so tidy and clean and nice, not the least the latter. This place was rather wealthy, he understood that now, there were nice cushions and furniture there and it had a very elegant style to it. All of it in fact, even the curtains had nice embroideries and he felt very grateful for the hospitality. He would have anticipated the opposite now that their leader knew who he had been, or at least what sort of a person he had been. There were elves everywhere, and everybody stared at him, he wanted to pull his robe over his head and hide but Elladan was a comforting presence and gave him confidence enough to walk forth and stay strong. Elrohir joined them after a short while and then they showed him the whole of Imladris. It took most of the day until midday and they finished at the stables. Huna liked horses and were in awe of the beautiful animals there and the horses seemed to like him too. They went to the great hall to eat and Huna shocked the twins with his appetite, he was still ravenous hungry and had to explain to them that he had had almost nothing to eat since he was brought to that terrible house. The twins just shuddered. “That is awful, I cannot imagine how you must have felt. I mean, I would have gone insane.”
Huna sighed. “I almost did, sometimes I was sure I had gone mad, and that it was all I could do not to just give up and die.”
Elrohir cocked his head. “It is so hard for us to comprehend, the very concept of what you had to endure. Forcing someone into such intimate acts for your own pleasure alone it is…just crazy!”
Huna nodded and sighed. “I know, I was just a plaything, not a living person. But I did survive, and I will have my vengeance, as soon as I am strong enough to fight.”
Elladan grinned. “Talking about strength, I have asked one of our very best warriors to train you, Glorfindel. He is going to push you hard but it will be rewarding I am sure.”
Huna frowned, he had read something in one of the books. “That name rings a bell?”
Elrohir sent him a wide grin. “Yes, it should. Our balrog slayer, a reborn even. Not many can claim that title.”
Huna just nodded, he remembered now, that ellon had killed one of the valaraukar, it was a deed most impressive and he already knew that the training he were to receive would do him a world of good. Huna was looking forward to meeting the famous warrior, and he did feel a bit humble. After the meal Huna would have loved to start training but Elrond had given him two more days before he would be physically strong enough for anything at all. Instead he was shown to the library where he did spend the evening reading some more. He felt restless and tried to avoid attention and he did notice the expressions on the faces of others, it was mostly pity and some curiosity. The females did look at him differently though, and some males too. It was something in their eyes that told him that they liked what they saw, and it made him blush.
In the evening he did come to Elrond’s study again and the healer did check his wrists and pulse and determined that he was healing well. He didn’t have any other problems and so he was dismissed and told to use the next day to go for long walks and prepare himself for training. He went to bed and slept well in spite of the new surroundings and he didn’t even dream. He woke up at first break of dawn and started the day with a quick breakfast before he got into some loose clothes and a pair of good boots and started walking. There were steep paths surrounding the hidden valley and they were a challenge but he was up for it.
He slowly got used to his own strength, to his own body. He did no longer feel that burden of shame for they hadn’t managed to change him in any way, it was only his mind that was hurt and he knew that he would suffer some long term problems but there were little to do about it except from enduring it. He walked on until he was soaked in sweat and breathing heavily, then he started running. Elrond had said walk not run but he didn’t care. He needed to test his limits and he knew he was strong. He had been able to work hard when he had lived with Davo’s family and he was regaining that strength now he was being fed well and allowed rest. He had the typical elven ability to heal fast but in him it seemed to have accelerated a lot.
When the bells did toll to call everybody to dinner a little after midday he looked as if he had been out in heavy rain and he did go in under a waterfall just to wash the sweat off before he ran back to his room and changed clothes. He was hungry again and ate with an appetite that made the kitchen staff look at him with disbelief and he answered with a sheepish grin. The cook herself delivered a huge extra portion to him and grinned and patted him across his shoulders and said that it was nice to see an ellon who really appreciated good food. It made Huna blush again and the kitchen maidens giggled.
Afterwards he hesitated but gathered his courage and walked to the public bathhouse. It was grand and at this time of the day there were few others there, he found a locker for his clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist as he walked to the pool. He was relieved when he saw that he was the only ellon there for the moment, he waded into the water and sighed with relief. He swam under water for a few yards just to get the rest of the sweat out of his hair and then he sat down and just relaxed. He felt a bit tired but it was a good tiredness. He knew what he could do now, how far he could push himself and he knew he was fast on the way back to full recovery. It had taken shorter time than anybody could have guessed. He sat there with his eyes closed in bliss and then he remembered again, how Gadlum had showed him how to make traps to catch different animals, how Frin had taken care of his injuries and how Shera had taught him how to speak in more than just single words. Tears started running from his eyes and the crushing sorrow descended upon him once again. He didn’t really realize that he was crying until he heard a deep voice rather close by and jumped. “That is a sad face for someone that fair.”
He whipped his head around, another ellon had entered the pool and he hadn’t even noticed, he had been too deep in his sorrow and grief to really notice. “Ah?”
He didn’t manage to say anything, he just stared at the tall golden haired ellon who sat down on the under water bench. “You are Huna, I have heard of you. And it is hard to miss that fire top of yours. I am Glorfindel.”
Huna blinked before he bowed his head and touched his chest as a sign of respect. “I am honored to meet you.”
Glorfindel smiled, he was not as tall as Huna but just as muscular and the body had a nice assembly of scars. “Likewise, I hear from Elrond that you too have been given a second shot at life, I will make sure that you don’t lose it again in the first fight you get yourself into.”
Huna just blushed and Glorfindel stared at him with narrow eyes. “Oh yes, you are just as impressive as Elrond told me you were, but someone as tall as you is very visible, and that hair of yours adds to it. You are easily spotted mellon.”
Huna made a grimace. “Yes, I stand out now don’t I?”
Glorfindel nodded. “Like a sore thumb I am afraid but tomorrow I will see how you fight, there could be a chance that it will work also in you favor. We’ll see. Now, why the tears?”
Huna looked down. “Memories, of those who died because of me.”
Glorfindel shook his head and looked at Huna with a stern face. “You know, among some people it is custom to memorize the departed with a party and a laugh, not with tears. Come with me, have some wine and let me tell you some stories and tomorrow I am rather sure that you will have regained your spark”
Huna hesitated. “I am not so sure…”
Glorfindel cocked his head and bright blue eyes glittered. “I am to be your tutor am I not? Let me show you how we party in Imladris, you look like you need it. It is time to get away from all the doom and gloom and face life. You know, if things start to look bleak there is nothing that can cure it like some wine and song and women.”
Huna bit his lower lip. “Ok, I just need to finish washing.”
He hurried shampooing his hair and scrubbing himself and Glorfindel whistled and raised an eyebrow. “Impressive indeed, if the ellith got a peek at what you are packing they would be all over you!”
Huna went beet red and Glorfindel just smiled. “No offence mellon, I am just stating the obvious. You are very well made, you should thank the gods or whoever it was that gave you this new body. “
Huna stared into the water and waded towards the stair to find his towel. “Maybe, but I doubt that anybody would want to…”
Glorfindel got up after him. “Bed you? Oh I bet you already have caught the attention of several ellith and quite some ellyn too. But fear not, I for example do prefer the ladies, and everybody here is well behaved. You do not need to fear being attacked.”
Huna just mumbled and dried off, he didn’t really want to socialize but he didn’t want to appear to be a coward either, and he wanted the respect of his tutor more than anything. “That is good, I have had enough of that thank you.”
He got redressed and so did Glorfindel, the golden haired warrior walked ahead of him and spoke leisurely of the weather, which horses he preferred and different types of weapons, in special that last subject and Huna did start to feel interested. They got to the halls of fire and there were quite a few elves there already. Glorfindel sat down at a table and Huna placed himself right opposite him, a servant came with two huge cups with ale and Huna stared at it with a bit of reluctance. It did smell rather strongly and was dark. Glorfindel attacked his cup with zeal and Huna took a tentative sip. It didn’t taste too bad at all, it was far fresher than it looked and he liked the warmth that did spread through his guts. “So, I guess that you are untrained when it comes to weapons? That you haven’t tested out anything yet?”
Huna nodded, he looked down and tried to remember if he ever had learned anything about such things, no, he hadn’t. He was sure. He had been a weapon, he didn’t need weapons. “The only thing I have touched of that sort was an axe when I chopped up firewood and small knives.”
Glorfindel touched his chin, studied Huna with skilled eyes. “You are huge Huna, but you move like a cat and I have a suspicion that you are more of a stealth warrior than the one to fight in an army. But we will decide that tomorrow, now, let’s have some fun. Have you heard the joke about the dark lord and the ewe?”
Huna hadn’t heard that joke and Glorfindel told it gladly and so they sat there and Huna listened to jokes and riddles that got worse for each cup of ale that the balrog slayer downed, and they also got funnier since he managed to keep up with Glorfindel’s drinking. Then Glorfindel started asking for dwarfish mead which in Huna’s eyes now tasted like nectar and they both had become competitive and wanted to show the opponent that they could drink him under the table.
Glorfindel started singing, and some of the songs were of a very naughty nature and Huna blushed and found it hilarious. Many were in a very festive mood now and songs were sung and some were dancing too. Huna was singing along, he didn’t know the lyrics nor the songs themselves but it didn’t matter and he and Glorfindel had ended up sitting side by side and he felt as though he had known Glorfindel forever.
Some ellith were dancing in a circle and they were spinning and their skirts flew around their hips and Huna felt that his cheeks burned, he saw all of their legs and he did also notice to his shock that a couple of them had forgotten to wear underwear. He tried to pull his eyes away from them but he couldn’t. Glorfindel nudged him in the shoulder. “Ay, Huna, pull your eyes to yourself, you look like a freakin’ owl!”
He groaned and turned his head and Glorfindel got a sly expression on his face, he winked at one of the girls and she came over to where they sat with a little grin on her fair face and a strange glimpse in her eyes. She immediately sat down on Glorfindels lap and placed her arm around his neck and Huna was a bit shocked that he kissed her right on her mouth. “Maede, this is Huna, he is a reborn like me.”
Maede turned around and winked at Huna. “Nice to meet you.”
Glorfindel had put his hand down the front of Maede’s low cut dress and Huna could only stare, he did understand why Glorfindel mentioned owls, he did probably have the eyes of one right now. Was Glorfindel fondling her breasts just like that? In public? Wasn’t that indecent? But she just giggled and was breathing a little heavier and her eyes were a bit glassy too. “Now Maede, your friend over there, Triwiel, I bet she would like to get to know Huna here a little better, it is too bad that he should sit here alone when I have you right? Why don’t you introduce them?”
Maede whistled and a slender black haired elleth came over to the table. She was very pretty and had thick black hair and a waist so narrow Huna started to believe that he would be able to grasp around it with his hands. And he would really want to try.
Triwiel took his hand and introduced herself and suddenly he had her sitting across his thighs and she did help herself to his jug of mead. She burped and placed a hand in front of her mouth with a giggle. “Sorry.”
Glorfindel burped too. “No one is offended dear, better that way than the other!”
The warrior was getting a bit incoherent and he had buried his face between Maede’s ample breasts and she was giggling and writhing. Huna hiccupped and gasped when he saw that Glorfindel had one hand up underneath Maede’s skirts. Triwiel played with a lock of his hair. “I like your hair, you look as though your name should be Ruindol, not Huna.”
Huna had to think, fiery red head. “Ah, I am a red head yes, fiery I am not so sure about.”
Triwiel giggled. “Oh I bet you are, I would love to see you rush into battle, I am sure you would strike fear into the heart of every enemy.”
Huna held his breath. “You are?”
Triwiel just licked her lips, some drops of mead still hang on her chin and he stared at them as if he was completely mesmerized by the sight. And she was warm and soft and the weight of her was starting to give him that strange warm sensation again. Glorfindel got up, he was staggering and he held Maede close. “I will retire for the night and enjoy some good old fashioned steamy vertical dancing, have a good night too.”
He bent over to Triwiel and whispered to her. “Don’t wear him out completely, he has to be ready for training tomorrow.”
Huna heard it and he gasped and felt a bit confused. Triwiel wouldn’t? Would she? He felt the scent of her and it was so sweet and tantalizing and she was so beautiful, so very so. He took another sip of mead and discovered that he had emptied at least five jugs already. No wonder he felt a little dizzy. He was unsure of what to say and she put her arms around him and then she kissed him. Huna froze for a moment but there were no dark memories connected to kisses, nobody had kissed him before and it felt nice, more than nice. Suddenly that warmth had become a fire and his pants had become very tight and very uncomfortable. He groaned and Triwiel got up and grasped him by his arm. “You have had enough Huna, more now and you will pass out on me. Let me help you home.”
He got up too, the ground was shaking, odd. “That.. that is very nice thank you.”
Triwiel smiled and let him lean onto her and he stared straight down her gown, those golden rounded breasts were the most glorious thing he had ever seen. “So pretty, like…like…”
She smiled. “What did you say?”
Her voice was very innocent but she had already seen through him, she was used to ellyn and even the reborn ones were thinking with the wrong head in certain situations. “Ah, nothing.”
She giggled and steadied him towards his room, she knew the way and he was humming on one of the naughty songs Glorfindel had taught him and it felt so good feeling her this close. He sniffed her hair and it smelled of roses and he stopped and placed his hands around her, yes, his fingers did meet around her waist, what a wondrous creature she was. He was still aching and his pants were too tight and he wanted to get rid of that uncomfortable feeling as soon as possible. Triwiel had let her hand slide in underneath his tunic and she caressed his chest and he groaned, it felt so very good. This touch was so different from what he had experienced earlier and he didn’t want her to stop at all. The door was suddenly right there and she opened it and they staggered into his room. It was lit by only a few candles and she giggled and took him by the hand, walked over to a chair and she got up on it. “This is the only way I can kiss you without you having to bend down.”
He put his arms around her and it felt so good, her lips were so soft and gentle and he was breathing hard now and shivering. He couldn’t find any excuses for not letting this happen, it was completely different from every other experience he had had before, this he wanted. Oh sweet Eru how he wanted it. Triwiel let her tongue slide into his mouth and the contact it made with his own sent a powerful jolt through him. He was drowning in the sensation to a point where he didn’t notice that she had unbuttoned his tunic and shirt and suddenly she pulled both garments off him and he shuddered and was a bit shocked but she just smiled. “Relax, I don’t bite, hard!”
She proved that by leaning forward and nipping at his left nipple and he hissed at the strange sensation, he was so warm, and she was so very tempting. He gasped when she kissed his throat and licked her way along his collarbone before she pinched his nipples with long elegant fingers. He was having trouble breathing now, she sent him a mischievous grin before she let the dress slide down from her shoulders and it stopped around her waist. He stared at her naked upper body and she laughed at his expression. “Oh, yes you are allowed to touch me.”
He didn’t hesitate, suddenly he returned the favor with a vengeance and his mouth and tongue did explore soft skin and hard nipples until she was shivering and whimpering. It was madness but what a wonderful madness, one from which he hoped he never would be freed. He grasped her bottom and it was perfect and she let out a little shriek of joy and giggled and pressed his head closer to her chest as he did his best to familiarize himself with her bosom. He had forgotten it all, all that existed now was her and his all-consuming need for her.
He was drowning in the moment, in her presence and he didn’t try to resist as she opened his belt and the pants fell and he kicked them off together with his boots. He still had a pair of soft undies on and Triwiel got down from the chair and let the dress drop from her form too. He stared at her body with the reverence of someone standing before a deity and she giggled and grasped the hem of his underwear and pulled them down. “Oh almighty Eru, the maker was more than generous when you were made.”
Huna just blushed but felt a bit proud too and he did see that she looked at him with a mix of awe and anticipation.
She had a wicked grin on those sweet rosy lips and then she let her hand slide down his belly towards his now very eager cock and the touch made him groan and he had to clench his hands into hard fists to control himself. It felt so good, it was so very different from everything else and he knew that Triwiel would stop if he wanted her to. Triwiel had that naughty look upon her face again and she had a very firm and yet gentle grip and then she bent over and he felt how a very skilled tongue started to caress him and he had to close his eyes and gasp for air. His muscles started tensing up and he almost squeaked. ”Stop, I…I am close…”
Triwiel giggled and let go with a final swirl of the tongue that made him yelp. “Then I suggest we move over to the bed? “
He could just nod and Triwiel threw herself down on it, she looked wonderful and she smiled and placed herself in the middle of it. “I bet you really want to try this out right? And I am ready so let’s go for it, we can practice a little more afterward.”
Huna just shivered and she did pull him over her, kissed him gently. He had a hard time believing that she really wanted him, wanted to let him do it, but she did. The sensation of soft skin against his own drove him mad and he just stared at her as she just got into position under him and his instincts took over. And it was taking his mind away, he couldn’t think, he just felt and what a feeling. It wasn’t possible to compare it with what Ida had done at all, because this he wanted, he was in control of himself and he was cooperating with Triwiel. She gasped and moaned and locked her legs around him, he had found a rhythm now and she shared it. He was close to tears, it felt too good to be true but it was. Triwiel kissed his neck and then she bit him in his shoulder and the pain and pleasure mixed into something that drove him crazy. He started groaning with every thrust and she yelled his name and arched up against him. Before long it just exploded and he screamed and felt that she in fact followed suit, shuddering almost violently.
He could gladly have died just there and then, nothing had ever felt that wonderful and he felt a bit proud over the fact that she had enjoyed it just as much as he had. He rolled over next to her before he just collapsed and she giggled and kissed his cheek. “Damn, you are a natural talent. So, how do you feel?”
Huna just managed to send her a very sheepish grin. “Like this was my best day ever!”
She giggled and pulled the covers over them, both were sweaty and warm and she laid with her head on his chest and just relaxed. “I am glad to hear that, and believe me, as soon as you have rested a little I have a lot to teach you!”
He just sighed contentedly and closed his eyes, new memories indeed. It had been memorable beyond doubt and he really felt like a new ellon, like he had gotten his confidence back. He now knew that nobody would judge him because of the things he had been through and that was very comforting. They rested for a while and before long they were at it again and he was a very eager student. Triwiel had no doubt that he would prove to be her best ever, and she promised herself that this was one she wouldn’t let go of that easily.
The next morning they woke up rather late and Huna got caught in a fit of panic as he feared that he would be late for training, his head hurt like crazy, his mouth was dry and he was dizzy.. Triwiel just stretched herself with the sensuality of a cat and yawned, she grinned and put her chin in her hand, stared at him as he got his clothes back on. “A pity to hide all that, but I don’t want any competition so be it. “
Huna felt a bit awkward, almost bothered. He would have loved to stay longer and maybe repeat some of the joyful activities of last night but he had to go. He quickly braided his hair and hoped that he didn’t look too bad as he ran towards the training fields. Triwiel grinned to herself and went to get a bath, she was sticky all over and she had a peculiar gait too, she hadn’t thought that she would get that sore but he had been vigorous and eager and perhaps a little too much so.
Huna arrived at the practice field and saw that Glorfindel already was there, putting different weapons up onto racks. He looked to be well until he turned around, then Huna saw that his eyes did look a bit bloodshot and he was slightly green. He grinned when he saw the redhead and finished what he was doing. “Now, have you slept well tonight? Or did you sleep at all?”
Huna blushed. “A little yes, and very well thank you.”
Glorfindel yawned. “Likewise, oh my head feels like some dwarf is using it as an anvil.”
Huna made a grimace. “Mine too I fear, and I feel nauseous.”
Glorfindel groaned and pulled a small flask out of his pocket. “Try this, it will soothe things down a bit. It tastes like crap but it does the job.”
Huna drank a mouthful and Glorfindel was right, it tasted terribly and he almost retched but he trusted the warrior to know what he was doing. Glorfindel shook his head. “It is the dwarf mead, it tastes like heaven but gives one hell of a hangover, no wonder the dwarfs are such a grumpy bunch most of the time. “
Huna had to grin, he felt extremely good in spite of the physical discomfort and Glorfindel sent him a wry grin. “Oh, here is nothing like a good roll between the sheets to improve one’s mood now is it? “
Huna blushed and Glorfindel rubbed his hands together and stared at the assembly of weapons, some looked very dangerous indeed. “Well, let’s get to it shall we?”
Huna nodded. “No point in delaying this no, so I am ready.”
Glorfindel tossed a sword over to him. “Swing it, get the feel of it.”
Huna took the weapon, it was light and well balanced and he started moving with it and Glorfindel watched with narrow eyes. “Know what? If I didn’t know better I would say that you must have been trained by someone. You have perfect control but no real experience.”
The golden haired warrior had him test different swords, had him throw spears and use axes, throw daggers, shoot with a bow and a crossbow and before long he felt his arms aching and he felt a bit confused. Glorfindel stared at him with a thoughtful expression. “You seem to have it all in there but it is untested. Let’s spar for a while, I want to see what you have got.”
Huna nodded and the balrog slayer just grasped his own sword and attacked so fast Huna barely had time to parry. Glorfindel was merciless and pushed him hard, he had to really work hard and slowly he sort of got a sensation of mastering this. He was able to parry Glorfindel’s attacks and even fight aggressively and Glorfindel would give him short precise orders which he immediately obeyed.
Some others gathered there to watch the two spar and Huna forgot about the spectators. Glorfindel introduced him to different techniques and weapons and Huna found that he liked this and liked it a lot. It felt as though something he had once known and then forgotten reappeared in his mind and body and it felt easier as he went. After a couple of hours they both were panting and sweaty and Huna drank two jugs of water and had to sit down to breathe. Glorfindel leaned onto a spear and grinned. “I have figured you out Huna, I know what kind of a fighter you are. I was right, you are not the ordinary soldier type.”
Huna shook sweat out of his hair and looked puzzled. “Then what am I?”
Glorfindel sat down too. “Like I said, stealthy and fast, you are the type perfect for intimidating an enemy, an assassin.”
Huna sent Glorfindel a grin that slowly got wider. “I think you are right.”
Glorfindel patted him on his back. “Of course I am right. You are too efficient to just follow command. And your technique is also very unconventional. I think I may have the right kind of weapon for you.”
He got up and went to the armory and was gone for a while. He returned with two scabbards which looked old and they had a rune embroidered into them, one for each. Glorfindel had a wry grin on his face. “Try these bad boys out.”
Huna stared at the weapons, the hilts and the pommel told him that these were old weapons but they didn’t look worn or fragile. The pommel on each was formed as a snarling panthers head and the hilts were covered with black velvety leather. Huna pulled the blades out, they were unusual, rather long but not as long as the longest swords he had seen there. They were narrow with a slight s curve to them and both were made from a rather dark steel which had a hint of blue in it. Huna tilted his head. “I have never seen blades like these before? They must be very valuable?”
Glorfindel pouted. “Define value please? Of course they are valuable, they were a part of a museum here. But they will be far more valuable for us out there doing what they were made for, making the enemy bleed. And I bet you are more than worthy of them.”
Huna cringed, he felt uncertain again. “Are you sure?”
Glorfindel nodded. ”Yes, I would have wanted these for myself but I fight in a style that is incompatible with these blades and their shape. You don’t, their curvature makes them perfect for someone who moves fast, slices down the enemy and then disappears again.”
Huna swung them, fighting two handed was natural for him and he felt that these blades indeed were perfect for an assassin. There was a strange light in his eyes, yes, the enemy would feel these blades again and they would bite deep. “Do they have a name?”
Glorfindel chuckled. “They were called Narchor, the renderer, and Dolorchoth, a hundred orc’s heads but the runes on the scabbards says Fear and Dread. I bet those names are as good as any.”
Huna nodded and put the blades back, he attached them to his equipment so that he could wear them across his back. “Then Thos and Achas it is, and I swear I will teach the enemy to fear them.”
Glorfindel smiled. “I have faith in you Huna, you haven’t made it this far to become someone afraid to fight. You will be given the chance to prove yourself soon enough.”
Huna stared down, his eyes a bit distant and very hard. “Those raiders, their leader is mine! Got that?”
Glorfindel smiled, a cold smile that showed that he indeed was understanding this. “Of course. Aragorn and his men are out right now, trying to locate those bastards.”
Huna looked impatient and Glorfindel placed his hand on his shoulder. “Yes, I know. You want to get out there right now but believe me, you have to wait. This I am telling you out of experience and because I regard you as a friend more than a student. You have to rest for a few more days, train some and eat well. You are yet not completely recovered and fighting now could harm you. It will be too much.”
Huna did hang his head and groaned. “You are right, but I feel so…useless.”
Glorfindel cocked his head. “You are not, believe me. I am looking forward to some days with intensive training with you. You do challenge me and not that many here are capable of that. I like that a lot.”
Huna blushed slightly and shifted his weight. “So now what?”
Glorfindel handed him a set of throwing knives. “Now we test how well you are doing with smaller weapons.”
Huna just nodded eagerly and so they went at it again and spent the rest of the day polishing his skills and techniques.
When he returned to his rooms that evening he was sore, stiff and half dead or so it felt. Glorfindel was indeed a harsh teacher but he meant it well and he had forced Huna to run for hours while jumping over everything from logs and barrels to wagons and people. And the whole time he was being attacked by either Glorfindel or one of his other apprentices and he managed to fight them off really well. He liked the idea of being a lone warrior, of sneaking up on the enemy and killing in silence. That was far more terrifying than an open battle for you will always fear what you cannot see more than the things that are visible and right in front of you. He took a quick bath and ate a bowl of chicken salad before he went to bed and he fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. Triwiel hadn’t showed up and he was in a way grateful. He wouldn’t have managed to perform anyhow the way he felt now.
The next morning he was so stiff he barely managed to get out of bed and his muscles were protesting like crazy as he got up and pulled his clothes on. He waddled to the bath house and one of the elves who worked there took pity in him and gave him a massage. It felt weird having someone touching him but he knew that this was very different from what he had had to endure before and it did help a lot. Elladan and Elrohir were there, they had watched him and Glorfindel spar and were in awe and he just blushed from their eager praise. He had a big breakfast and then he went to train again.
The next week went by in very much the same way every day, a bath, breakfast, intensive training for the rest of the day and to bed feeling dead tired. But he got stronger and more focused and Glorfindel was impressed by him but didn’t let that show until after the training was finished. Huna was ready and when the message arrived that the raiders were found Glorfindel had no problems with sending him out there. Huna was already the best there were except from himself and he knew that the red heads unconventional style of fighting was a huge advantage.
The night before Huna and some others were to leave Triwiel came to his room again and they spent the night in the best possible way. When they fell asleep Huna was well sated but so was she too and she had started to feel a little more for him than just attraction. She started to believe that maybe she could be in the process of falling in love and she just hoped that her feelings would be returned.
Huna did kiss her very passionately and promised to return when he got ready the next morning, he had gotten some leather armor from Glorfindel since there were no metal ones big enough for him. Triwiel braided his hair into many thin braids she put into thicker ones and he got his weapons and gear and said goodbye with yet another kiss. Triwiel saw him walk towards the stables with a strange feeling in her heart. He would return, she just knew it, and the enemy would grieve his rescue and recovery.
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