Title & Chapter Number: Lure of the Hunter 1/1 (Sequel to Lure of the Gypsy)
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Shadow's Lair
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is all belongs to Tolkien.
Warnings: Slash. Graphic sexual content. Smut.
Betas: Alex_Cat
Cast: Boromir/Elladan
Timeline: Before the Fellowship meets in Rivendell. Leaning towards book cannon.
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Boromir is greeted at Rivendell's borders.
Notes: There is a beautiful pencil sketch of Boromir and Elladan (I cannot remember who did it or where I saw it, so if anyone knows the sketch, please tell me) that simply took my breath away. I have thought about it for a long while and finally, after being sent a bunny by Alex_Cat; I realized how Boromir and Elladan might have met.
"I will ride back and let father know we have spotted him," Elrohir said as he stared at the lone figure riding along the border. "He will be glad to hear Boromir of Gondor has arrived safely."
Elladan shook his head in bewilderment. "I cannot imagine what possessed him to ride from Minas Tirith alone."
Two days before, he and his raiding party had met up with Gildor and his fellow exiles and had discovered that the heir to Gondor's Stewardship was on his way to speak with Lord Elrond. Elladan and Elrohir had sent the rest of the Orc hunters on back to the Last Homely House to alert Elrond while they stayed behind to scout for the human. Even Rivendell's borders were not completely safe from Orc hunting parties and neither of the elves wanted Denethor's son to perish within elven borders.
"Humans can be foolish. Apparently he does not realize that Mordor is reawakening."
"Nay, brother, I think he knows more than anyone. More than Denethor's heir, Boromir is General of Gondor's armies and has spent many years fighting that which pours from the Black Gates. Gildor hinted at something else. Something that has driven the general away from his men and sent him to the elves."
"His tidings will not be happy ones," Elrohir commented. "I will tell father to expect you shortly. Come by the main route and I will see that you are met."
"Of course. See you tomorrow," Elladan kicked his horse into a slow walk and began picking his way down to the valley floor.
~*~*~*~
Boromir rode slowly, still not sure of his welcome in Rivendell. He'd never been to the elven stronghold before. Few, if any of his people had. The elves and the men of Gondor remained a part from each other. There was no mistrust amongst them, but the people of Gondor had their own problems. Until recently, the problems of the men were not the problems of the elves and vise versa. Boromir had a feeling deep in his gut that changes were going to sweep through Middle Earth, and his life, nor the lives of his people, would ever again be the same.
"Hail, Boromir of Gondor!" An elf on horseback approached from the west.
Boromir pulled his horse to a halt and watched the rider approach.
"Welcome to Rivendell, Lord Boromir. I am Elladan Peredhil, son of Lord Elrond. We had word of your coming and I stayed behind to greet you. The valley is not completely Orc free and we worried that you might run afoul before you reached the Last Homely House."
Boromir inclined his head. "Thank you for your gracious welcome. I admit I was nervous of my reception for it has been long since a man of Gondor stepped foot in the elven realms."
The elf raised a finely drawn brow. "Not so long, really. Come, I will lead you along a shorter path. This one wends through the valley before turning back to the main house. My brother has gone ahead to alert our father that you are safe within our borders at last."
Boromir studied the elf closely. He was wide of shoulder and narrow of hip with long dark hair braided away from his face. His features were clean and even, almost feminine in their lines and plains. Yet there remained about the elf nothing feminine, for his grace and elegance belonged in a realm having nothing in common with either gender.
"How did you know I was coming?" Boromir's curiosity got the better of his tongue. Long had he heard rumors of elven magic and was interested in learning if such a thing existed.
Elladan chuckled as if reading his companion's mind. "Nothing so complicated as a group of exiles. Gildor told us when we met up with him."
"Ah, yes." Boromir's eyes momentarily lost their keen focus. "He and his companions were kind hosts."
Elladan gave Boromir a sharp look, but offered no reply. He wondered, though, if something had not transpired between Boromir and one of the exiles. Such things were not uncommon.
They rode for a while in silence. Elladan enjoyed his own thoughts while Boromir took in his surroundings. Gondor was on a plain and some of the vegetation was unfamiliar to him. Here, in this valley, his dreams did not seem so dark or so threatening.
Towards sunset, Elladan picked out a likely spot to spend the night. There was, he knew, a shallow cave near a waterfall. A small lean to was nearby where they horses could be put up and given sweet hay. Elladan led Boromir up a narrow path.
"Come, Lord Boromir. This is a good resting spot and the view is spectacular." Elladan dismounted and led his horse to a shelter. Bundled hay was neatly stacked and he dragged one down.
Boromir also got off his horse and followed Elladan's lead, helping him to distribute the fodder to both animals.
"How long before we reach the Last Homely House?"
"Tomorrow, providing the rain holds off." Elladan looked at the lowering skies. "Elrohir will meet us on the way back."
"Elrohir?" Boromir felt the strange name roll off his tongue.
"My twin. Come, the cave is a little ways ahead. The horses shall be fine here." Elladan took his bedroll and pack and led the way further up the path.
They walked silently up the winding path and the way grew steeper and narrower the higher they went. In the distance, Boromir could hear water. Elladan turned and smiled over his shoulder and then disappeared around an outcropping of rock.
Boromir scrambled to catch up and as he stepped from behind the rock he froze and stared about him in wonder. He stood on the edge of a cliff that overlooked the valley below. He could see the trail they'd ridden up and the horse's shelter. Ahead of him was a deep overhand that created a cozy depression in the mountain. The cave was about ten feet deep and little over six feet high. Towards the back, a small ledge was carved into the living rock, though whether this was a result of nature or elven craftsmanship was anyone's guess. Beyond the overhang, a waterfall trickled merrily, plunging along the rocks to the valley below. A shallow basin formed at the edge of the path that was just deep enough to wade in.
"Breathtaking," Boromir breathed, his eyes going wide.
"The cave will keep us dry if the storm breaks. There is firewood in the back. Come, let's get settled."
Together, they built a small fire and Elladan put on water for a calming tea. Each dug in his pack and produced a small feast of dried fruits and vegetables and meats. They took the dried jerky and put in water to cook a light stew to which they added the vegetables. Elladan decided to use the time to bath, feeling the need to wash off the layers of dust that had accumulated on his body in the two days spent looking for Boromir.
He went to the falls and quickly stripped. The water was cold and the autumn air even cooler, but Elladan was used to such and did not mind. He stepped beneath the cold spray and tilted back his head. Water trickled into his mouth and he swallowed several mouthfuls, quenching his thirst. He braced his hand against the wall and tilted his head forward, allowing the water to sluice over his head and back.
Boromir wandered outside the small cave and froze with his mouth slightly agape at the image of the unclothed elf standing in the thigh deep pool. Water poured over the elf's body, turning his dark hair into a shimmering cloak that spilled over his face and back. The man licked his lips and felt the familiar tightness deep in his loins.
Elladan, feeling someone staring at him, turned his head. He brushed hair out of his eyes and blinked through the veil of water. Boromir stood in the shade of the overhand with limbs askew. Elladan pushed away from the wall and moved from beneath the waterfall. Stepping from the pool, he cautiously approached Boromir, uncertain of what the man was willing to do, though his desire was plainly written on his face.
At Elladan's approach, Boromir turned his head aside. "Forgive me, I did not mean to stare."
Elladan stopped just shy of contact with the man. "Elves are not disturbed by such things." He let the innuendo hang, hoping Boromir would take his hint.
The dark eyes shifted back to Elladan, searching the elf's eyes for hidden meaning. He thought he recognized an answering desire. He dipped his head, pressing his mouth to the hollow of Elladan's collarbone and lapped at the clear water pooling on the soft skin.
Rather than pulling away, Elladan rolled his head, silently offering Boromir access to the opposite shoulder. Boromir trailed his mouth along the long throat to capture moisture dripping from Elladan's tresses.
Elladan placed light hands on Boromir's waist, pulling and tugging gently at the man's tunic as the bearded face nudged and nuzzled at his sensitive skin. The facial hair scraped over his flesh, sending delighted chills all down Elladan's body and the warm mouth lapping and sucking only increased the level of excitement. Boromir worked his way from the hollow of Elladan's shoulder up to the pointed ear. He'd already discovered how sensitive that part of elven anatomy was and Boromir was eager to discover Elladan's reaction.
Elladan's head rolled forward and he rested his forehead against Boromir's shoulder while he struggled to unlace Boromir's several layers of clothing. He longed to see the man unclothed and to touch that flesh with his own hands. As a long tongue tickled his earlobe, Elladan moaned and grabbed handfuls of material to steady himself. The tongue licked and sucked along the ridge until the mouth reached the tip. Opening his mouth wider, Boromir pulled the tip of Elladan's ear into his mouth and began to suck vigorously.
The elf's knees shook as he pressed himself closer to Boromir, using the strong body to support his weight. The liquid heat engulfing his ear transmitted down his spine and directly to his engorged cock. He groaned and rubbed himself harder against the rough fabric.
Boromir released Elladan's ear and tilted his head to look at the elf. The delicate face was flushed and the pupil's of his eyes were dilated. He could feel Elladan's heartbeat. Gently, he cupped the pointed chin in his palm and lightly traced the parted lips with his tongue.
Elladan's arms came up around Boromir's neck, pulling him closer, and he thrust his tongue into the heat of the man's mouth. He felt Boromir's hand slide over his back and down to the curve of his ass. The calloused palm kneaded the round globe.
The elf dragged his mouth away from Boromir's and took a deep, shaky breath. He lifted his hand and traced his fingers along the strong jaw, trailing his fingers against the grain. He allowed his fingers to slip down the strong throat and wormed them into the top of the tunic, delighted to discover a nest of hair beneath his hand.
Boromir finished unbuttoning his tunic and spread the material open for Elladan. Using both hands, Elladan pushed through the fine hairs covering the broad chest. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips to the warm skin. The silky hairs utterly intrigued him and he opened his mouth, allowing his tongue to dart out and lap a trail to a flat nipple. He took the nipple between his teeth, feeling the disk pucker and tighten in his mouth. Boromir's hands held his head in place.
Elladan wrapped himself around Boromir and suckled until the man began to tremble in his embrace.
Lifting his head, Elladan pushed the tunic off Boromir's shoulders. He knelt down and pressed his face against the bulge in Boromir's leggings. Hands twisted in his hair and he breathed against the bulge and the hands tightened painfully. Elladan snaked out his tongue and licked up the lacing and smiled as he felt the cock hidden in the fabric twitch. He ground his face harder against Boromir and was rewarded by a hiss.
"I need to feel your mouth on me," panted Boromir.
Quickly Elladan undid the man's laces and breathed a heartfelt sigh that was echoed by Boromir as the heavy cock sprang free. He wrapped both hands around the cock and sucked the purpled tip into his mouth. He let his tongue gather the precious droplets of pre-cum from the slit while his hands stroked and twisted along Boromir's shaft.
Boromir gasped at the dual sensation of Elladan's hands and tongue working in magical unison on his aching erection. His hips thrust forward of their own accord and he could feel his balls tightening. When he thought he could take no more, Elladan released him and peered up through long, thick lashes.
Moving his hands to Boromir's hips, he stroked his hands over the trembling flesh. "I want to taste you." He lowered his head again and took the rigid cock back in to his mouth.
Boromir thrust hard into Elladan's warm cavity until he felt the head brush the back of Elladan's throat. Elladan hummed lightly as he swallowed, taking all of Boromir. He began sliding his mouth up and down on Boromir's cock, meeting Boromir thrust for thrust. He dug his nails into Boromir's tender flesh, digging furrows along his ass, as he encouraged Boromir to move harder and faster.
The man could barely catch his breath as he thrust deep and hard into Elladan's mouth. He could feel the elf's even teeth as they crazed his sensitive flesh. He reached down between them and cupped his sac and began kneading it softly. He could feel pressure building deep inside him and he heard his own hoarse voice chanting Elladan's name.
Elladan felt the cock graze the back of his throat and the muscles beneath his fingers clench. Then he tasted salty, hot cum. His grip on Boromir's ass tightened as sticky fluid poured into his mouth. He moaned and swallowed, determined to drink all of Boromir's essence. He felt Boromir's knees buckle and let the heavier man's weight settle against him.
Boromir gasped as his heart threatened to explode from his chest. He was amazed at Elladan's strength as the elf held him easily. Regaining his feet, he looked down at the beautiful elf kneeling before him. He could see Elladan's cock bobbing gently, clear drops of fluid quivering on the engorged head. Taking Elladan's arms, he pulled the elf to his feet.
"You must be in terrible pain."
Elladan tilted his head, confused by the statement. "No, the rocks were not that uncomfortable."
Boromir's hand reached down and brushed his cock and Elladan gasped. "Yes, I am."
Boromir licked his lips. "Would you like to take me?"
Elladan held his breath for a moment. He'd not expected the question. He'd never dared to hope that the general of Gondor's armies would willingly ask to be taken. "Are you sure?"
Boromir smiled, remembering an episode in a pine bower. "I would never have offered otherwise."
They went inside the cave and Elladan spread out his and Boromir's sleeping rolls as the man removed his boots and leggings. He watched as Elladan rummaged in his pack and produced a small vial of oil and poured a liberal amount on his fingertips. Boromir could feel his insides tighten as he considered what he'd offered. Climbing to the blankets, Boromir waited on all fours.
He felt a warm hand brush his ass. "Nay, I want to hold you."
Elladan pushed Boromir over on his side and deftly inserted an oiled finger, twisting and rotating until he felt Boromir relax. He leaned in for a deep kiss and while Boromir was distracted by the tongue plunging in and out of his mouth, slid two more fingers deep.
Boromir felt the sting as the finger pushed beyond his tight ring. His muscles tightened, locking on to Elladan's fingers until the stinging eased. Slowly, Elladan worked his hole, spreading his fingers and stretching Boromir wide. Elladan lifted the man's leg, forcing him on his back, and settled down between strong thighs.
He pushed his cock against Boromir's entrance and eased himself in the tight hole. He moved slowly as Boromir sucked in his breath and held it. The cock pulled him open and the burning sensation returned, though Boromir was by no means in pain. He spread his legs wider and reached out to capture Elladan in a tight embrace.
Elladan slid his hands beneath Boromir's back and gripped his shoulders. He began rocking slowly, pushing his and Boromir's bodies together. He could feel Boromir growing hard beneath him and he pushed harder, angling for the tender bundle of nerves. He felt Boromir shudder and knew he'd found it. He pushed harder, increasing their sexual tension to unbearable levels. The friction of their bodies increased Boromir's erection. Elladan groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to hold on a little longer.
The more aroused Boromir became, the tighter his passage grew and Elladan could feel the muscles squeezing his cock. His balls drew tight and he exploded in a blur of white- hot heat and he arched his back.
Boromir felt the elf's seed spill deep in his body and moaned in frustration. His rigid cock demanded more, and despite his earlier orgasm, wanted Elladan to stroke him and give him release.
"Elladan," he whispered in the elf's ear. "Please."
Elladan breathed deeply as he lay against Boromir's chest. He felt the man's cock twitch against his belly and grinned into Boromir's face. "Patience."
He rose to his knees and studied Boromir for a moment. "Can you prop yourself up against the ledge?"
Boromir gave Elladan a puzzled look before scrambling backwards to lean against the back wall of the cave. "Like this?"
"Exactly." Elladan scooted towards Boromir and then turned so that he faced the opposite direction. He straddled the man's hips. Reaching around, he took Boromir's cock in his hand and slowly began to lower himself on to the heavy cock.
Boromir reached up and steadied Elladan as he impaled himself. He groaned as he was completely engulfed. He pulled Elladan back against his chest and nibbled on the elf's jaw. Elladan ran his hands down Boromir's thighs and up over his own. He propped his feet on either of Boromir's legs, just below the bent knees, and pushed up and back. He let gravity pull him back down against Boromir.
The man grunted softly as he placed his hands on Elladan's hips. Elladan grasped his semi-erect cock in his hand and began to stroke it in time to the rhythm he and Boromir set. His other hand slipped down and he deftly inserted two fingers up to the second knuckle in to his hole.
Boromir felt Elladan's fingers slide along his cock and his eyes opened wide in amazement. The digits pressed against his pulsing vein and Boromir had to stifle a loud groan.
Elladan threw his head back, riding the waves of pleasure. He pressed up and down on Boromir's cock, ramming it hard and deep within him. With every push, he hit the nerves deep in his body. Sweat slicked their bodies.
Boromir let out a long, low moan and sank his teeth into Elladan's neck. He began to shudder as he came, spilling his seed deep in Elladan's body. The elf felt Boromir shudder beneath him and then felt him tense and semen flow inside him and drip on to his fingers. He stroked his hand up and down his cock twice more and then climaxed, arching back and pressing down on the man.
For several minutes they lay like that, breathing slowly and waiting for their heart rates to return to normal. Boromir captured Elladan's lips in a tender kiss. They stayed that way for awhile, listening to the crackle of the fire and smelling the aroma from their dinner. At last Elladan stirred.
"We should go wash off." He kissed Boromir's fingers and climbed to his feet.
They exited the cave and went to the waterfall. Night was settling over the valley and the autumn air had turned cooler. Though Elladan was not as affected by the cold, Boromir shivered as stepped into the pool. The water washed away sweat and dust and Boromir was the first to get out of the water. Elladan followed more slowly, with a smile on his face. They gathered the stream of clothes they'd left behind on the ledge and went back into the cave.
Food was ready and they ate in amiable silence. The rain that Elladan hoped would hold off finally came with a clash of thunder. After they had eaten, they straightened out their bedrolls.
Elladan watched as Boromir moved his blankets. "Lord Boromir," he began and then stopped.
Boromir looked up and saw the puzzlement on Elladan's face. Understanding dawned immediately. "Do you think you'll be too warm this close to the fire?"
Elladan took a small breath. "I shouldn't think so." He scooped his blankets and layered them with Boromir's.
They banked the fire and crawled into their blankets and Elladan curled sleepily in to Boromir's embrace.
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