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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.

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Please note that the disclaimer and warnings for this story are given at the begining of the first chapter.
Author Note: My most humble apology to all of you who were following this tale, only to have the updates cease so abruptly. Sometimes ' Real Life' can be a dizzying whirlwind that leaves no time to do anything else but to try and hang on!. I am afraid that it is going to be a bit longer before I can once again begin to post with any regularity. *sigh*
But for now... Let us return to our three elves and to the strange being they have just encountered...
CHAPTER 8:
As the three elves and their unlikely new companion made their way back towards the horses, the faithful mounts began to nervously prance in place. The stench given off by this creature was one they recognized and it incited anger in their noble hearts, even as it made them want to flee.
He sensed the depth of their fear and the beast within him responded with predatory desire. Yet he also felt an odd connection to these four-legged things. A connection that impelled him to try to ease their agitation. And so his throat began to make new sounds. They were sounds that once upon a time, when he had a different voice, would have carried soothing reassurances to the drawn-back ears of the horses.
The three elves looked at him, surprise showing on their features. For though he was uttering little more than a series of long, quiet grunts, his intent was unmistakeable. That effort, more than anything could have, brought the poignant realization that this being had once been one of their own kind. Horror and pity welled anew in their hearts. Along with a surge of protectiveness towards this fierce, yet strangely innocent creature. Even Nimarfan laid his earlier doubts to rest, going to the horses and calming their fears with the gentle words the other could not form.
But now, they were faced with a dilemma.
Coaxing the being onto any of the mounts was out of the question. Not only would the horses find it intolerable, but frankly, so would the elves. The stench alone made it an impossibility.
There was really only one solution.
Keeping in mind that they were due to rendezvous with the other two scouting parties in five-days time, Glorfindel decided to see if their new companion possessed the oustanding stamina of the Uruk-Hai, which by its eyes and muscled form it most closely resembled.
He bid Taurnil and Nimarfan to mount up, sending the younger scout to ride at the rear, with the adonishment to keep both ears attuned for any sign of pursuit. He then signalled his second-in-comand to the creature's left, before mounting Asfaloth and moving to flank it on the right. That done, he looked down at the being, who was gazing back up at him with a curious mixture of uncertainty and hope. Once more, that indescribable feeling welled inside the Balrog Slayer's heart. His eyes softened as he first pointed to the creature, and then back to himself, before stretching his arm out to point at the wilderness ahead of them.
" Come." He said yet again, with what he hoped was a reasurring smile.
A gentle tap of heels against Asfaloth's flanks, was all that was needed for the proud and faithful horse to move forward. Taurnil and Nimarfan likewise urged their own mounts to do the same. And after the briefest of hesitations, the creature moved with them...
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As they began to travel, Glorfindel gradually increased the pace, finding his earlier hunch to be correct. The creature did, indeed, have no problems keeping up and soon, the horses were moving at an easy gallop through the wilderness.
Trusting Asfaloth to keep a steady footing over the terrain, the Balrog Slayer allowed his eyes to linger on the figure running between him and Taurnil. Being a warrior, he could not help but to admire the way the bruttish, yet graceful form moved. The way its muscles contracted and then expanded with fluidity and power, as it kept pace with the horses.
But it was that very display that now caused Glorfindel to question his decision to bring the creature back to Imladris. This thing was no longer an elf. It had been irrevocably changed by darkness. But how much?... How much of the Uruk-Hai, aside from its eyes and physique had it been tainted with?... Could Elrond's healing powers help it?... Could it ever live among elvenkind?... Should they have left it behind?... Should they have killed it?.
In his mind's eye, Glorfindel saw himself withdrawing his sword from the creature's lifeless body. Only to find that the color of the blood clinging to the blade was not the foul black of the orcs, but the vibrant red of the elves. Abruptly, the image ended, leaving his heart gripped yet again by the same indescribable feeling. So strong it was that it seemed to him to be sent by the Valar, as reassurance that bringing this strange being back to Imladris was, indeed, the right course of action. With a nearly inaudible sigh, Glorfindel let his gaze wonder from the creature, and found that Taurnil's light-blue eyes had been observing him in turn.
" I feel it too, my Lord." The scout said, glancing briefly at the running figure. " The desire to protect it. To bring it back and see if a way can be found to reclaim as much as possible from the darkness."
The two seasoned warriors, who had shared much hardship in their many centuries of friendship, now shared a moment of perfect understanding. Both had seen too many felled by that darkness. The though of the torment endured by the Lady Celebrian, along with the cruel loss of all who had accompanied her on that doomed trip a hundred years before, rose as a specter between them. One, in a long list of painful memories. Taurnil saw his Lord's colbat eyes begin to dim, and so he purposedly steered his next words to a lighter subject.
" It seems that young Nimarfan is going to have quite the story to tell about his first scouting trip beyond our borders, after all."
" Aye, that he will." Glorfindel agreed, grateful for the change in topic.
" You do realize, my Lord." The scout continued " That if we are to make the trip back to Imladris with this creature, we are simply going to have to do something about that smell."
Taurnil cocked an eyebrow, his lips curving into a lopsided grin.
" Any ideas on how to introduce our new companion to the joys of proper bathing?..."
TBC...
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