lanton's year
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
3,028
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Death of Comrads
I must say im very disappointed by the lack of reviews. Oh well here's the next chapter.
Chapter 8
A week after Mevran had taken Lanton from the keep. Surprisingly, the only thing that the elves resistence had asked of him was to cook and clean their camp.
Finally, Lanton could stand the strange behavior of his captors any longer, "Why is it that you don't make me do .... anything?" Mevran quirked an eyebrow and asked what Lanton expected them to make him do. Lanton's blush seemed to be answer enough, because Mevran began to laugh at the sight of it.
"Oh, now I understand. You judge us as you judge all other elves. Well, let me be the first to tell you, Sweetheart, not all elves take without asking. And before you ask, yes, we do want you to do stuff for us but not what you are thinking, if you truly must know, we need you to help us convince the half-breeds to join our cause." explained Mevran, once he stopped laughing.
This explanation made the half elf very guilty. Perhaps he had misjudged the rebel elf. After all, Mevran had rescued him and did not ask for sex as most elves and humans would have. He decided to give Mevran a chance.
It was lucky he decided to trust Mevran, for at dawn the elf army attacked. Lanton watched in horror as Flindan's head went rolled off of his shoulders, right in front of him. As Flindan's headless corpse fell to the ground a sneering elf soldier stood above him sneering.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A helpless, little half-blood, ripe for the picking," laughed the guard, as he grabbed Lanton's arm and threw him to the ground. His intentions were obvious as he reached for the ties to his pant, smirk growing at Lanton's terrified whimper.
Just as the soldier began to tear off Lanton's pants, Mevran with a roar of rage ran him through, the point of the sword nearly going into Lanton's own chest from the force. Mevran pulled the sword from the dead soldier's body and kicked it aside.
"Kid, are you ok? Kid, answer me! Fuck!" Mevran recognized the signs of shock in his young charge and sheathed his sword. He gently lifted Lanton and pressed him close to his body running from the camp.
Stopping a safe distance, a few miles from the old camp, he gently set down the now asleep Lanton. He settled down himself and began to think over the situation. All the others were dead, he knew that to be a fact. Mevran would have been dead as well, except he had been away from the camp, relieving himself of a hard on caused by being so near to Lanton earlier that night. He thanked his gods that he had gotten there in time to save his little half-breed.
He grieved for the others for only a short hour, before going to wake his sleeping charge. Much to the rebel's surprise, the initial terror in the younger's eyes, when first woken, disappeared, when he realized it was Mevran. Mevran couldn't believe the trust the former slave had in him.
"Wh-where are the others... I know Flindan is dead.... but did any of the others make it?" Lanton asked, a slight haunted look in his eyes.
"No, we are all that's left, and we're getting out of this country when the search parties are gone," answered the last of the rebellion.
"But..... what about the resistance ..... and ..... where can we go this is the only contry that isn't dangerous for elves."
Now, Mevran had to smile, "My dear boy, nowhere is safe for you and I, now. And it never was for you." The elf smile grew more at the almost innocent looking half-breed before him and stole a tiny kiss, "You will be safe with me, I will never let harm come to you,.....Love."
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OOOO What is instore for the two. I guess you'll have to wait to find out. I want to apologies for taking so long to update, but I think you lived for a day without a new chapter, especially since I got no reviews.... oh well R&R.
Chapter 8
A week after Mevran had taken Lanton from the keep. Surprisingly, the only thing that the elves resistence had asked of him was to cook and clean their camp.
Finally, Lanton could stand the strange behavior of his captors any longer, "Why is it that you don't make me do .... anything?" Mevran quirked an eyebrow and asked what Lanton expected them to make him do. Lanton's blush seemed to be answer enough, because Mevran began to laugh at the sight of it.
"Oh, now I understand. You judge us as you judge all other elves. Well, let me be the first to tell you, Sweetheart, not all elves take without asking. And before you ask, yes, we do want you to do stuff for us but not what you are thinking, if you truly must know, we need you to help us convince the half-breeds to join our cause." explained Mevran, once he stopped laughing.
This explanation made the half elf very guilty. Perhaps he had misjudged the rebel elf. After all, Mevran had rescued him and did not ask for sex as most elves and humans would have. He decided to give Mevran a chance.
It was lucky he decided to trust Mevran, for at dawn the elf army attacked. Lanton watched in horror as Flindan's head went rolled off of his shoulders, right in front of him. As Flindan's headless corpse fell to the ground a sneering elf soldier stood above him sneering.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A helpless, little half-blood, ripe for the picking," laughed the guard, as he grabbed Lanton's arm and threw him to the ground. His intentions were obvious as he reached for the ties to his pant, smirk growing at Lanton's terrified whimper.
Just as the soldier began to tear off Lanton's pants, Mevran with a roar of rage ran him through, the point of the sword nearly going into Lanton's own chest from the force. Mevran pulled the sword from the dead soldier's body and kicked it aside.
"Kid, are you ok? Kid, answer me! Fuck!" Mevran recognized the signs of shock in his young charge and sheathed his sword. He gently lifted Lanton and pressed him close to his body running from the camp.
Stopping a safe distance, a few miles from the old camp, he gently set down the now asleep Lanton. He settled down himself and began to think over the situation. All the others were dead, he knew that to be a fact. Mevran would have been dead as well, except he had been away from the camp, relieving himself of a hard on caused by being so near to Lanton earlier that night. He thanked his gods that he had gotten there in time to save his little half-breed.
He grieved for the others for only a short hour, before going to wake his sleeping charge. Much to the rebel's surprise, the initial terror in the younger's eyes, when first woken, disappeared, when he realized it was Mevran. Mevran couldn't believe the trust the former slave had in him.
"Wh-where are the others... I know Flindan is dead.... but did any of the others make it?" Lanton asked, a slight haunted look in his eyes.
"No, we are all that's left, and we're getting out of this country when the search parties are gone," answered the last of the rebellion.
"But..... what about the resistance ..... and ..... where can we go this is the only contry that isn't dangerous for elves."
Now, Mevran had to smile, "My dear boy, nowhere is safe for you and I, now. And it never was for you." The elf smile grew more at the almost innocent looking half-breed before him and stole a tiny kiss, "You will be safe with me, I will never let harm come to you,.....Love."
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OOOO What is instore for the two. I guess you'll have to wait to find out. I want to apologies for taking so long to update, but I think you lived for a day without a new chapter, especially since I got no reviews.... oh well R&R.