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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
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Please note that the disclaimer and warnings for this story are given at the begining of the first chapter.
CHAPTER 7:
He saw the three beings and suddently, a great wave of unadulterated hate rose from the dark, bestial side of him.
{ Kill them!... Kill!!. }
But then the air carried their scent to his nostrils and he almost crumbled to his knees.
He knew that scent... He knew it!.
Another wave rose within his chest, a wave akin to the cool, clear waters of his dreams and it washed over the beast, extinguishing the flames of savage rage. It left in it's wake a wondrous feeling of hope, mingled with an aching longing that begun to fall in salty drops from his feral eyes. A soft, keening moan left his throat, the quiet sound of a wounded animal in desperate need of succor. Without being aware that he was doing so, he began to move towards the three figures, his body crouching down until he was almost crawling, trying to make himself as small as possible, so as not to frighten them away.
At Nimarfan's excited whisper, both Glorfindel and Taurnil turned their heads and looked towards the place the scout pointed to. For a moment, the two experienced elves were as stunned as their young companion, for neither had ever seen such a thing. But they quickly recovered and at Glorfindel's signal all three elves dismounted, leaving their horses behind as they fanned out and began to cautiously approach the creature.
Even from the distance, their sharp eyesight started to pick out details from this strange being that was, itself, slowly coming towards them. The sight only added to their puzzlement. It was moving along the ground on its hands and feet, in an odd crab-like motion, keeping its head bowed as the soft, mewling sounds it was making carried across to the elves' ears. Glorfindel and Taurnil glanced at one another, frowning. Both recognized this behavior, for they had seen it before when observing packs of wolves in the wild. It was the tentative approach of a submissive animal.
But this being did not look like an animal. In fact, it looked...
Nay. It was not of the race of man.
At that moment, a terrible stench waffed towards the three elves. It was a stench that they all knew, for it was one peculiar to the creatures that served a feared and hated foe. It was the stench of the wargs, of the orcs. It was the stench of evil...
Glorfindel drew his sword, his face hardening as Taurnil and Nimarfan nocked their bows on either side of him. Yet he did not give the order to fire, because an inexplicable feeling had begun to threaf it's way through his heart, stilling his tongue.
This thing was no misshapen orc.
As the elves got closer, they could tell that the nauseating smell was coming from the foul layers of dried filth that plastered the creature's long hair and streaked over the dark skin of its body. A body that looked powerful, even moving in such lowly, beggarly fashion as it crawled. A body that most closely resembled that of an...
The creature looked up at them.
Uruk-Hai.
And yet...no Uruk-Hai would ever crouch in such manner before any elf. No Uruk-Hai would be wondering alone in the wilds, naked and unarmed. The creature stretched one hand out towards them and they could clearly see that the fingers did not end in fearsome claws. Likewise, they could see that its face had no twisted features, no crooked fangs. And the eyes. The feral, yellow eyes held such desperate need that the three elves felt their own eyes well up with pity.
What had happened to this being?.
Taurnil and Nimarfan looked over at their Lord and his grim expression confirmed their suspicions.
" Aye." Glorfindel said. " I, too, think that this being somehow managed to escape the Dark Lord's clutches...though far from unscathed."
Upon hearing the seneschal's voice the creature cocked his head, his face softening as an image flashed through his mind. It was of this same tall, golden one and he was a ways ahead, looking backwards with a radiant smile.
// " Come. They are all down in the courtyard, awaiting us. Come, E..." //
" Come."
His feral eyes refocused on the present and he saw the tall one looking down at him with a gaze that now held a strange, sad light. Then that wondrous voice sounded again, gentle and soothing.
" Come."
He rose to his feet then, very slowly, keeping his head slightly bowed and keeping the beast within, tightly chained. He feared that if he made any sudden movements, the three tall ones would go away and leave him all alone again. And he did not want to be alone. What he wanted, desperately wanted, was to go with them...with the golden one.
For their part, the three elves watched the being rise to its full height. A sight that proved disquieting, as they were now confronted with the full measure of the creature's physique. It was as tall as the Balrog Slayer, who was himself among the tallest of elven-kind. Yet all similarity ended there, for though Glorfindel possessed an impressive warrior's form, it was dwarved by the sheer size of the being's musculature. And although all three elves had seen and engaged the Uruk-Hai in battle before, somehow, the fact that this creature was completely nude, made its appearance all the more intimidating.
" My Lord?." Nimarfan asked, quietly. " Are we truly to return to Imladris with this..thing..in tow?."
Glorfindel kept his eyes on the creature as he answered.
" Aye, Nimarfan. No matter what darkness this being has come from, it is clearly in need of help and healing. Thus, we cannot abandon it to continue it's wonderings in the wild. But we must also take care to remain alert. Keep your bows nocked, but lowered. So far, it has not made any threatening moves, let us do our part to keep it that way."
As Taurnil and Nimarfan then slowly moved to flank the creature, while maintaining a wide berth, Glorfindel spoke again, this time making a beckoning motion with his free hand.
" Come."
And obediently, the creature did...
TBC...
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Ertia: You'll send Glorfindel?.. To do something wicked to me?.. You promise?!. **smiles with lecherous anticipation**
Iamme: Thank you!. Glad you like it so far... :)
Nikkiling: I promise I will try not to keep you in suspense for much longer. :)
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