Troglodytic
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,121
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
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.
Part 10
Part 10…
The dream again. Strange how this dream haunted him.
Empty, black, nothing, cold, alone… It was awfully cold; more so than the last dream. He could actually feel himself shivering.
Wake up! You need to wake up and it will all be over. Just wake up.
Reaching out with one hand he stretched, straining to find something to hold onto, and praying desperately to what ever God maybe listening to rescue him from the black pit of this rapidly approaching oblivion.
The hand, where was the hand that saved him, pulled him from this dream. Where? He needed to wake up; he needed to get away from this emptiness, this endless black void.
There! There… something… not a hand. What? Something cold and wet and solid and warm. Through the wet and the cold he could feel the warmth. And a voice… was it the voice from before?
Erestor forced his eyes open and blink against the wetness that trickled onto his face and into his eyes. He blinked again and peered up at his savior, encountering worried blue eyes and wet blonde hair.
TBC…
The dream again. Strange how this dream haunted him.
Empty, black, nothing, cold, alone… It was awfully cold; more so than the last dream. He could actually feel himself shivering.
Wake up! You need to wake up and it will all be over. Just wake up.
Reaching out with one hand he stretched, straining to find something to hold onto, and praying desperately to what ever God maybe listening to rescue him from the black pit of this rapidly approaching oblivion.
The hand, where was the hand that saved him, pulled him from this dream. Where? He needed to wake up; he needed to get away from this emptiness, this endless black void.
There! There… something… not a hand. What? Something cold and wet and solid and warm. Through the wet and the cold he could feel the warmth. And a voice… was it the voice from before?
Erestor forced his eyes open and blink against the wetness that trickled onto his face and into his eyes. He blinked again and peered up at his savior, encountering worried blue eyes and wet blonde hair.
TBC…