Title: The Dragon and the Ring
Author: Maeglin Yedi ([email protected])
Website: http://forever-rebel.net/maeglinyedi/
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The Dragon and the Ring 3
By Maeglin Yedi
“We will rest here for part of the night,” Aragorn said and the Hobbits literally dropped themselves on the forest floor.
They had traveled for two days now. Aragorn had carried Frodo and had insisted that they would walk as much as possible and take little rest. And now everyone was exhausted. Even Beliar had to admit to himself that he could use some rest.
Frodo was lying under a thick blanket and looked pale. Very pale. His eyes stared into the night without focusing on anything in particular and the once bright blue color had changed to a pale light blue. A very lifeless pale light blue.
“Is he going to die?” Sam asked Aragorn with a cracked voice as he kneeled besides his friend.
“No Sam. He will become like them. Neither living nor dead,” Aragorn told the Hobbit and Sam gently wiped Frodo’s face with a wet cloth.
Beliar looked at the scene before him and again felt confused. The Hobbit was suffering. His friends were suffering. But since when did anyone’s suffering bother him? He had seen suffering before. He had inflicted suffering many times before and it never bothered him.
Finally he told himself that it was the never stopping cries of pain that escaped Frodo’s lips over and over again that bothered his Elven hearing too much. So he decided to go look for the herbs that would cure the Hobbit.
“Sam, will you join me and help me look for herbs?” he asked the Hobbit and Sam looked at Beliar hopeful.
“Can you help him?” he asked and Beliar smiled at Sam.
“I can try,” he said and Sam got up to his feet immediately and followed Beliar into the dark forest.
Aragorn sat down next to Frodo and continued wiping the sweat of the Hobbit’s pale face with the wet cloth.
“Just stay with us Frodo. When we get you to Rivendell you will be all right. Don’t leave us, Frodo. Don’t leave us,” he whispered and Frodo squirmed again.
He didn’t hear anything. He didn’t see anything. There was only darkness and silence around him.
Merry and Pippin looked up when they heard the sound of a horse riding through the forest.
“Strider!” they yelled and Aragorn looked up. He had been concentrating on Frodo and he hadn’t heard the horse approaching.
“They are back,” Merry said with a shocked expression and reached for his sword.
Aragorn got up and listened carefully.
“That is not the sound of a Dark Rider. That is the sound of an Elven horse,” he told the two Hobbits and Merry sheathed his sword again.
Through the darkness they could see a figure on a horse approach them. A beautiful white horse with a slim Elf sitting on top of it. His green cloak covered his body and his golden hair hung around his shoulders.
“Glorfindel!” Aragorn yelled relieved as he saw his Elven friend approach.
“Estel. I have been looking for you for days,” the Elf said in a soft and melodious voice as he got off his horse and walked up to the Ranger.
“There are five Ringwraiths after you. I do not know where the other four are,” he said to Aragorn and the Ranger nodded.
“We know. We have fought them already and Frodo has been wounded by one of their blades,” he explained and Glorfindel walked over to the Hobbit.
“He is in very bad shape,” Glorfindel whispered as he looked at the Hobbit’s pale face and empty eyes.
“Yes. He must reach Imladris as soon as possible. Only Lord Elrond will be able to help him,” Aragorn said and slowly shook his head.
“I can take him, Estel,” Glorfindel told his friend and Aragorn smiled gratefully.
“I was hoping you were going to say that. It will be Frodo’s only chance,” the Ranger said and Glorfindel smiled.
“I will take him to Imladris. But will you be all right on your own?” he asked Aragorn.
“Yes. The Dark Riders are not after me or the other Hobbits. They are after Frodo, so it will be you that will have to worry about your safety during your ride to Imladris,” he told the Elf and Glorfindel grinned.
“Do not worry about me, Estel. You know I am a skilled swordsman and my dear horse is one of the fasted of our people,” Glorfindel said and Aragorn nodded.
“You must get going now,” he told the Elf and Glorfindel wanted to pick up Frodo when they heard a soft voice behind them.
“Nae saian luume’, lirimaer.”
Aragorn saw Glorfindel open his mouth in shock as he turned around to see Beliar standing a few feet away from them.
“Morier!” Glorfindel said in a cracked voice and all the blood left the Elf’s face, leaving him almost as pale as Beliar.
“Oio naa elealla alasse’, melindo,” Beliar told the golden haired Elf and Glorfindel felt himself gasping for air. How he had dreaded the moment he would ever see this dark Elf again. How he had seen the face of the Dark One in his nightmares over and over again. Suddenly all the memories of the time they had shared thousands of years ago came back.
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Glorfindel pulled at the shackles that had him chained to the cold, rough floor. His hands were chained above his head and his legs were chained so that they were lying wide spread.
Glorfindel felt a numb pain in his head and remembered how he had gotten separated from the other Elven warriors and had found himself surrounded by Orcs. He couldn’t remember anything else so he guessed that they had knocked him out and had brought him here. Where ever ‘here’ was, because he had no idea where they were holding him. The room was only lit by a few candles and he couldn’t see beyond the little light they provided.
“I am happy to see that you have finally decided to wake up, lirimaer,” he heard a soft voice coming from the shadows in the corner of the room.
Glorfindel tried to turn his head but the chains prevented him from looking up and he couldn’t see who was speaking to him.
“I think you know who I am, Glorfindel. I surely know who you are,” the voice said to him and slowly Glorfindel saw a tall figure step out of the shadows and into the yellow light from the candles.
“Morier!” Glorfindel said as he recognized the Elf who was now standing in front of him.
“You can call me whatever you want, lirimaer.” the dark Elf told him and got to his knees.
Glorfindel tried to move but the chains disabled him to move even an inch. He had to watch helplessly as the Dark One crouched over him until he was covering his body and his long black hair touched his face.
Glorfindel buckled his body up in a desperate attempt to throw the Dark One off, but Beliar only chuckled.
“Impatient are we, melindo?” he asked Glorfindel in a mocking tone and Glorfindel narrowed his eyes.
“Let me go, Beliar!” he said in a demanding tone but Beliar grinned and lowered his face so it was only a few inches away from Glorfindel’s cheek.
“I will let you go, melindo. Eventually,” he whispered and lowered his face some more until his lips touched the soft skin of Glorfindel’s cheek. He brushed his lips over it and Glorfindel gasped. He knew what Beliar was up to. And he felt helpless. Completely helpless to the actions from the Dark One that was now lying on his body.
“I know you don’t think of me as an Elf because I do not share the same fair looks as all of you. But simply because my features might not be as fair, that doesn’t mean that I can’t enjoy something as beautiful as you,” Beliar whispered to the Elf beneath him and slowly licked the Elf’s cheek until he reached his lips.
Glorfindel shivered at the touch but Beliar continued and licked his bottom lip.
“Just get it over with,” Glorfindel said and Beliar laughed.
He sat up and reached inside the pocket of his black tunic and produced a small golden knife.
“Don’t be so impatient, melindo,” the Dark One said as he took Glorfindel’s tunic in his hand and slowly cut it open with his knife. He did the same with the Elf’s shirt, leaving him lying in his bare chest.
“It will be no challenge at all to hurt you,” Beliar said and dragged the knife over Glorfindel’s chest, cutting it slightly so a few droplets of blood appeared.
Beliar lowered his head and darted his tongue out.
“It will be a much greater challenge to have you enjoy the things I will do to you,” the Dark One said and licked the small drops of blood from the soft skin.
Glorfindel shivered again and closed his eyes. The wet tongue on his skin felt strangely arousing and that scared him.
Beliar reached for Glorfindel’s leggings and slowly cut them off the Elf’s legs with his knife.
He admired the soft skin and the well-muscled thighs that he found under the green fabric and caressed the flesh with his fingertips.
Glorfindel gasped as he felt the Dark One touch him and felt ashamed when his manhood started to grow hard.
“Maybe it won’t be such a challenge to get you to enjoy this, melindo,” Beliar whispered as he saw the growing erection. He let his fingers wander toward the now almost hard member and softly ran his fingertips over the shaft.
Glorfindel felt his body buckle up to the touch and grinded his teeth. He didn’t want to enjoy this. But his body had different ideas about it.
Beliar took the hard erection in his hand and started stroking it slowly. Glorfindel closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything else than the feeling of the soft hand going up and down his shaft. His body buckled up into the touch of the Dark One again and Glorfindel sighed. He couldn’t find the strength to resist the pleasurable feeling Beliar was giving him. He opened his eyes again and saw the Dark Elf staring at him with a smug grin on his pale face.
“I will make this as pleasurable as possible for you, lirimaer,” Beliar whispered and brought his other hand up to his own face. He placed two fingers into his mouth and licked at them, covering them with his saliva.
Glorfindel felt himself almost hypnotized by the sight of the Dark One licking his own fingers and his shaft twitched slightly in anticipation of what was to come.
Beliar continued stroking the Elf’s erection and lowered his now wet fingers to Glorfindel’s buttocks. He slowly spread them and found the tight entrance.
Glorfindel let out a soft moan as Beliar circled his two wet fingers around the tight muscle. Suddenly he pushed one finger in and Glorfindel let out a cry in both pain and pleasure. Beliar grinned again and moved his finger in and out of the Elf’s body. He entered another finger and was again rewarded with a cry in both pain and pleasure.
He pushed his fingers in a little further and found the spot he was looking for. He stroked it and Glorfindel let out a surprised cry of pleasure. Whatever Beliar was doing, he couldn’t deny that it felt good. Very good. He felt a shiver run up and down his spine and he pushed his body against Beliar’s hand, almost demanding to give him more.
Beliar pulled his fingers out of the Elf’s body and let go of his hard member and started to untie his own leggings. Glorfindel looked at him with half closed eyes and heard a disappointed moan escape his own lips at the loss of the Dark One’s touch.
Beliar lowered his leggings and Glorfindel gasped as he saw the hard shaft spring free. He tried to push the thought away, almost desperately, but he couldn’t help thinking that he wanted that shaft inside his own body.
Beliar crouched over the other Elf again and positioned his hard shaft in front of Glorfindel’s entrance. He lowered his face to the other Elf’s and brushed his lips against the full lips beneath him.
Glorfindel felt Beliar’s cock push against his opening and felt his body tense.
“If you want to enjoy this, you will have to relax. If you want to experience pain I advice you to stay this tense. It is your choice,” Beliar whispered to him as he brushed his lips over the soft lips beneath him again.
Glorfindel grinded his teeth and closed his eyes. He didn’t want this. The Dark One was taking him against his will. But he didn’t want pain either. He forced his body to relax and felt Beliar’s hard shaft enter his body slowly.
“So you want pleasure, melindo?” Beliar whispered as he licked the Elf’s cheek. “I will be happy to give it to you.”
Beliar pushed his erection into the tight hole further and Glorfindel gasped as he felt the impossible big member enter his body fully. For a moment he felt an agonizing pain and his muscles started to get tense again. But he willed them to relax and felt Beliar move in and out of him.
Glorfindel stiffened a cry of pain but when Beliar’s shaft touched that spot in him he cried out in pleasure.
“Yes, you enjoy this, don’t you, melindo,” the Dark One whispered and kissed the Elf beneath him. Glorfindel kept his mouth closed but when Beliar’s thrusts became faster and his shaft touched that amazing spot in his body again he opened his mouth as a moan escaped him.
Beliar pushed his tongue inside the warm, soft mouth and Glorfindel felt the Dark One’s tongue caress his own tongue.
Beliar reached for Glorfindel’s shaft and began stroking it in pace with his thrusts. Glorfindel closed his eyes as he felt shivers of pleasure shoot through his body and he started to kiss Beliar back.
Their tongues battled for dominance and Glorfindel moaned as he felt his climax draw near. He opened his eyes again and looked into the deep brown eyes of Beliar. They were looking at him with a mixture of pleasure and amusement. But Glorfindel didn’t care. He kissed the Dark One and felt his body meeting the other’s thrusts. He wanted this. Even though in the back of his mind a voice told him that he didn’t. He enjoyed the feeling of the hard shaft moving in and out his body and the soft hand stroking his shaft. And he wanted to come. Badly.
Beliar started to move even faster and slammed into the warm body beneath him. Glorfindel cried out in pleasure as he felt his orgasm rage through his body. He shot his seed all over Beliar’s hand and between their bodies. He gasped for air and Beliar broke their kiss. He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked the Elf’s sweet fluids from his skin while he kept slamming into the body beneath him.
Glorfindel looked at Beliar with dazed eyes and moaned as the Dark One kept hitting that spot again and again.
Beliar crushed his lips onto Glorfindel’s again and his body stiffened slightly. He felt his climax built and cried out when he filled the warm body beneath him with his seed.
He slammed into the body one last time and then collapsed on top of Glorfindel. They continued kissing each other until Glorfindel realized what he was doing. He turned his head to the side and broke the kiss.
Beliar grinned at him.
“What? Feeling ashamed are we, melindo?” he asked softly and Glorfindel refused to look him in his eyes.
Beliar slipped out of his body and sat up. He pulled his leggings up and stared at the beautiful body before him.
“You see, lirimaer. Hurting your body would have been too easy. But making you enjoy this., enjoy me, now that was a real challenge. Because I will let you go, melindo. And you will have to live with the knowledge that you enjoyed the touch of your enemy,” he said and Glorfindel closed his eyes.
Beliar stood up and walked to the door. He turned and looked at the naked Elf one last time.
“Tenna’ ento lye omenta, melindo,” he said to Glorfindel and opened the door.
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“Amin feuya ten’lle, Morier,” Glorfindel said to Beliar but the Dark Elf only grinned.
Aragorn looked at them confused. He had understood the Elvish words the two had spoken to each other but he had no idea what they had meant by them.
He looked at Frodo again and gently touched Glorfindel’s arm.
“Please, friend. Frodo needs your help,” he whispered and Glorfindel looked at him.
“All right, Estel. I will leave but I must warn you. Do not trust him. He is Morier,” the Elf whispered back and Aragorn shrugged. He hadn’t trusted Beliar anyway so Glorfindel’s advice wasn’t news for him.
Aragorn picked up Frodo carefully and Glorfindel mounted his horse. The Ranger handed him the Hobbit and Glorfindel placed him in front of him.
“Be quick and be safe,” Aragorn said to him and Glorfindel smiled at him.
“No worries, Estel. I will get this little one to Elrond as fast as I can,” he said and before he told his horse to move he looked at Beliar one last time.
The Dark Elf was staring at him with a wicked smile.
“Tenna’ ento lye omenta, melindo,” Beliar told him and Glorfindel quickly looked away while telling his horse to take him to Rivendell. He wasn’t going to give Beliar the joy of hurting him in any way. Not this time. Not anymore.
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Nae saian luume’, lirimaer: It has been too long, lovely one.
Morier: Dark One
Oio naa elealla alasse’, melindo: Ever is thy sight a joy, lover.
lirimaer: lovely one.
Melindo: lover.
Tenna’ ento lye omenta, melindo: Until next we meet, lover.
Amin feuya ten’lle, Morier: You disgust me, Dark One