Lonely Hearts

Disclaimer: Some Elves are mine, but the rest of them like Elrond, Erestor, Elrohir, Elladan and Glorfindel are J. R. R. Tolkien's.

A? N: I know it has been like a month since last I updated LH but I was working on my other fic. Special thanks to HHS for being my muse, as I was coming up with this really, really hard chapter. Reviews are appreciated. feedback at ihgs123@netzero.com
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This silence was deafening. Semar sighed as he realized that this rnoornoon he would be spending with a silence again, because Huor wasn't talking to him at all. He couldn't stand this silence anymore.

Two weeks had passed since he moved in with Huor, and two weeks he had endured just this silence from the other party.

He didn't know what was wrong or what did he do to deserve this kind of an ignorance.

He had spend most of his time at borders, but every time he came back, this silence was the only thing that had greeted him at doo door. Why was Huor acting like this? He was asking this question a thousand times this week.

And now he was back from the borders once again, encountering the same behavior as it was when he had left.

Huor's wound had completely healed, and he spent these few days resting in his rooms, but the rest was not on his mind as he worke his his overdue papers.

Huor wrote something on one document and Semar sighed when he realized that the older elf had been nothing but cold for these past few days.

Semar got closer to Huor, who was sitting behind his small working desk, located in the corner of the room. Semar started speaking to other elf, hoping he would get some response from him, this t

"Huor! Why aren't you talking to me anymore? Have I done something wrong?"

So many times he had asked those questions, during these last two weeks, but every time he got no answer.

"Huh!" Was the only thing Semar heard, while Huor pulled another peace of the paper, from a pile on his desk?

"What do you want me to say?" But soon enough Huor added something else to his response, and Semar sighed deeply, thanking the gods Huor had started speaking to him, again.

"Why are you so quiet? Why aren't you speaking to me anymore?" Semar said in a soft voice and carefully he glanced upon the sitting elf.

"I do not care to answer this, nor will I waste my words to do so. Unless you have something else to ask me, don't bother me anymore."

Huor's coldness surprised Semar, and the younger elf gaped at his secret beloved, trying so hard to erase what he had heard just now.

"Fine if you wish it, I shall not bother you no more. I will move to the other room tonight, so my presence won't disturb your precious peace."

Semar said that in his shaky tone and he turned himself from the working elf; leaving to collect a few valuables from his bedside drawer.

"No, stay!" Huor turned himself from the desk, and Semar was surprised to see this kind of a reaction coming from the other elf.

"Why, so I could be ignored and treated like some kind of nuisance. No, I will take my things and I will go to the border cabins. At least there I will feel somewhat comfortable."

Semar sighed and he threw his sleeping leggings inside of the bag, gasping when somebody pulled him by his shoulders, and he found himself face to face with a bewildered Huor.

"You lied to me." Huor said with a hiss and Semar wondered what was the other elf talking about.

"I lied to you about what?" Semar tried to catch his breath, and with challenge he glared at the taller elf; concealing his fear from the other's sight.

"About you and Stinah being together." Huor's eyes were flashing with a threatening light, and Semar knew that he couldn't lie to the older elf anymore.

Huor had found out his trickery, and it had finally dawned upon him why the other elf was so mad.

"How do you know about that?" Semar asked, but he only encountered the same burning gaze and a grip the older elf had on him became stronger.

"I have my sources, young one. I have my sources! Now tell me; why did you lie to me. Why did you do it?"

Huor sneered at the younger elf, and Semar's throat became very dry as he encountered this sudden confrontation.

"I........." Semar tried to utter a reply but he couldn't find any explanation for his lies.

"You ... What?" Huor growled and Semar's stomach turned to knots, while he struggled to free himself from the other's grip. He was almost paralyzed by the other's strong hold on him, and Semar whimpered as the real fear penetrated his senses.

"Release me." Semar managed to reply, but Huor didn't budge from his stand, and then out of the sudden his head started moving toward the Semar's own.

"Huor what are you doing." Semar's senses had come to awareness and he knew that Huor would do whatever he intended to do, no matter if Semar wanted it or not.

Being captured in the other elf's arms was a scary thing indeed, and Semar's body tried to dislodge the angry advisor from him.

"Are you afraid of me." Huor hissed and he threw the smaller elf upon his bed. Semar was surprised as he found himself being violently thrown on the bed.

Suddenly, Huor was on top of the younger elf, while those scared blue eyes observed his every move.

Huor captured his lips in a searing kiss and Semar whimpered in that seizing moment.

"Hour, what are you doing.Stop it." Those angry kisses, alarmed his senses even more, and he knew that Huor was doing this just to get him back for all those lies he had uttered.

"Why? Don't you like it." Huor seductively whispered between the kisses he bestowed on the other's sensitive neck; provoking a small tremors in the younger elf's body.

"Nay, I do not care for this kind of the attention from you. Get off me."

Semar's voice was weak, but the small strength in it was audible, and Huor knew that Semar was trying to fight him.

"Why did you lie to me, young one. Tell me, and maybe I shall release you."

Huor's eyes pierced his very soul and he realized that the older elf knew something more about his deceit.

"I did it just to get you off my back. That's why. I didn't appreciate being groped by your hands, every time I was around you, and I made this up just to stop you...."

"Stop me? Stop meeeeee?" Huor chuckled.
" Hmm Semar, you really don't know me that well, do you.
I know everything that is happening in this realm and did you really think that your little lie would stop me from taking you to my bed. Are you really that foolish."

Huor stopped him in a mid sentence, and his lips brushed a small pointy ear located in front of him.

Semar shuddered when he felt the other's lips upon his ear, and wiggling he tried to dislodge an older elf from his body.

"Nay, you will not feel a joy in my surrender. Leave me be, Huor."

Semar's body was strained against thavinaviness of the Huor's form, and clearly he could see that his desire had awoken, as his leggings became very tight.

"Your lips speak differently but your body reveals the truth. Did you really think that you could escape my advances, pen-neth."

Huor's smirk was visible upon his handsome face and the calloused fingers touched the Semar's pale one.

"Nay I will not surrender to this. You may take what you need, but willingly you will not have it."Semar hissed.

"Are you so sure about it, my little bird. You will surrender, I promise this to you. By the end of this session you will be completely mine, and the punishment for your lies shall be equally performed."

Huor's lips brushed Semar's pink ones, and the other elf tried to regain his freedom from the other's seizing grip.

"Nay do not force me. I will not be the one, amongst the many other's, who had graced your bed. I will not be your whore for the one night and I will not be discarded like a peace of trash, the next morning when your body is left satisfied."

Semar's panicky voice rang clearly through the room and Huor finally understood the source of the other's fears.

Semar feared of being discarded, unloved by his lover and left alone by the first break of the morning's light. He feared of this surrender, which would make him an elf of the sinful flesh, and would destroy his innocence; making him a slave of the weak mind.

But Huor knew that he would never discard Semar, because imprinted upon his soul was this feeling, that overruled all of the lust he felt for this elf.

This heart that bore all of the jealousy, love and desire, was telling him to dig deep inside of himself.

It was not only a lust Huor was feeling for this small elfling, but the love, which was quickly surrendering his restless soul.

Huor loved this trapped creature under him and during all those nights when he thought he had lost him, he had realized what feelings he really possessed inside.

But the stubbornness knew no limit in this love game, and Huor's mouth would stay shut about these feelings he held for Semar.

"Do not fear me. I would never force you." Huor's voice became low and his own hands regained a freedom, as shamelessly they groped the other's ass.

Semar was surprised as he felt those hands upon him, touching him in the private places, provoking the tingles all over his body.

The linen shirt Semar wore, was ripped from his body, and he trembled as the full mouth sealed over his and he was left speechless once again.

He knew that if he was to fight this, he would loose so easily, and he decided to enjoy what little satisfaction this act could bring him.

But innocent as he was, he was wrong in his judgment.

He forgot that he was in the hands of a rogue, and that bringing a pleasure to his partner was the Huor's true calling.

Those tricky hands became a little bolder and they squeezed and touched whatever small flesh they could encounter on the Semar's body.

"No don't do it." Semar's begging voice pierced the hot air around them, as Huor's hand came to the other's leggings.

"Cease with talking, pet. I shall make this night very memorable for you."

The leggings and boots came off in an instant and Semar was left bare before the other's eyes.

"Nay, this cannot happen. I will not allow it."

Pushing off the hard body from his, was something very tiring for Semar, and his breaths revealed that the strength he possessed couldn't match the Huor's own.

Huor was after all the ancient one, and his wisdom and endurance was something that drew many young ones to his bed so easily. Fighting Huor would only gain him a lost battle.

"Semar, stop wiggling around. I will not hurt you."

Huor's piercing gaze stopped Semar's movements and he sighed when he realized that he was loosing this fight for his freedom.

Huor's lips were making it's way to the small nipple and suddenly Huor pinched the small nub, provoking a yelp from his prisoner.

The hunger in the Huor's eyes was addictive, and with surrendering sigh the younger elf relaxed himself.

The lips were sealed over the small nub of the flesh, and Semar moaned as that action provoked a small goose-bumps, going through his back.

"Huor stop that." Semar complained, as all of those overwhelming sensations went through him.

"Make me." Huor said, while he kept his lips close to the other's nipple, and he blew a small circles upon the vulnerable flesh.

Semar knew that he would loose his mind if Huor kept doing that.

He gasped as his small nipple was captured in the wave of pleasure again and he closed his eyes; enjoying all those feelings that were going through him.

He was a virgin in every meaning of the word, and he never knew what male loving was really about.

The sneaky hand slowly captured the Semar's shaft and the other elf sighed, as he felt a strange fire washing through him.

"Please Huor, don't do this. I really don't think we should get involved like this." Semar's reasoning voice broke over and Huor just smiled at the flushed elfling.

"Shh do not speak." Huor's voice warned him and his body moved lower, until his face was located just above the Semar's leaking shaft.

The warm tongue tasted the small pre-cum, located on the top of the hard head, and Huor just played with it for a few more minutes.


Semar's upper body was free from any restraint but his brain didn't object to any of those ministrations, provoked by the Huor's talented mouth.

In one smooth move, Huor sucked in the rest of the slick shaft, and Semar released a strong hiss.

He knew that all was lost for him now, as he surrendered to everything Huor was doing to him.

Huor's head moved up and down and his lips became very tight around the weeping member.

"You taste sweet, pen-neth. Sweet and delicious." Huor's voice penetrated the other's mind, but he didn't get any response from his lover.

He knew that Semar was lost in the hurricane of the pleasure, and that all those moans and sighs meant that the other elf was enjoying himself.

Semar felt like his very soul was being ripped from him, as the pleasure intensified tenfold.

"Ai." That small breathless word escaped the lost elfling, and he knew that he was getting close to his release.

"Not yet, my pet."

Huor's face was glowing with a dangerous wickedness, and Semar knew that Huor had something else in store for him.

"Why." Confusion was lined upon the Semar's face and wantonly he raised his hips, seeking for the contact of the other's lips.

"You'll see." Huor grinned and he stood up beside the bed, quickly peeling of his own clothes.

Semar's eyes stared at the ceiling, refusing to explore a Huor's strong bare body.

Huor's body moved to the left side of the room, and he opened a drawer of his night-cabinet.

A small noise had told him that Huor was searching for something, and he had a sneaky suspicion of what that thing might me.

"Look at me." The soft words brought him from his musings and stubbornly he closed his eyes, ignoring the other's request.

Huor's body pressed close to him and Semar whimpered as his own body betrayed him, and it was secretly seeking a release.

Unexpectedly, his fragile hips came forward, his lips opened in the inviting stance, and he released a small moan as the fire inside of him seized his lustful mind.

The warm hands separated his legs and Semar suddenly opened his eyes, as he met the orbs of the ones who would soon take him.

Semar's eyes became more bolder and they explored a little lower.

His eyes rested on the hardness protruding from the other's lower area, and suddenly he understood what drew all those elves to the Huor's bed.

Huor was gifted with the body of a true warrior, and his tool was the most inviting thing, his body had possessed.

Semar's legs were already separated and his lower regions were exposed to the eyes of this burning lover.

Semar saw a small bottle of the oil, that was clumsily hidden in the Huor's grip, and he shuddered when he realized how far they were about to go.

Calloused fingers unscrewed the bottle and Huor's other hand moved Semar's legs toward his chest.

Semar held his legs up as he was ordered to do, and Huor's lips suddenly captured his, in a deep breathtaking kiss.

One finger pushed forward and Semar gasped into the kiss.

His defenses were off as he felt that his desire had changed into this strange loving feeling, and he knew that surrender within him was inevitable.

The finger inside of him moved a little and Semar's body relished the heat a small digit provoked in him.

Huor's voice comforted him as the first finger broke the tight barrier inside of the Semar's body.

Huor's finger suddenly stopped, and his face turned to his virgin lover, exploring the other's reactions to this intrusion.

Semar liked this feeling of a small fulness inside of him, and his body craved for some more friction.

"You like this." Semar's brow furrowed and Huor saw that he was fighting to show the passion he felt on the outside.

"No matter, I know you do. I see it on your face."

Huor whispered and with those words he slowly added a second finger, stretching a yielding tightness of the other elf.

Semar felt a small pain that came with the second finger, and he wasn't sure if it was safe to continue.

/What if he is too big for me. / The reasoning voice bothered him, but in a second he pushed all of those doubting questions away.

He felt the wave of a pleasure wash over him, as Huor touched something very deep within him, something that was left undiscovered, until now.

A third finger came with the more pain, but after a while Semar got used to the stretching fulness, and he relaxed himself as he felt yet another flow of ecstasy going through his very being.

The fingers tortured him inside, as they moved with the unstable pacnd Snd Semar kneat hat he wouldn't last for too long.

Huor must have felt that he was so close, and slowly but steadily he pulled those fingers out.

Semar's moan was a one of the displeasure, because his release was yet to be gained, and impatiently he uttered those words.

"Be done with it, Huor." Through the clenched teeth and fists he glared at his lover, but Huor just smiled at the younger elf's lack of patience.

"If you wish it, so it shall be done." Huor's wicked expression glowed on his face, and with the free hand he lubricated his engorged flesh.

One slow thrust brought Semar from the land of the ecstasy, as the pain he experienced was more than he could bare.

"Ai, It hurts." Semar's quick words were released, and with one weak push he tried to dislodge the older elf from him.

"Cease with moving and relax. The pain will disappear shortly. Just relax." Huor's lips captured his lover's in a distracting kiss, and for a few moments none of them dared to move.

Huor's hand pushed Semar's legs up, and younger elf quickly held them in his own grip.

Huor was on top of the slimmer elf and with one strong move, he drove all the way into his lover.

Semar moaned as that thrust made him very dizzy and breathless.

Huor moved with a medium speed, testing the boundaries of his lover's body, seeking for an approval to move with a more vigor.

Semar's eyes fluttered open again and he met the eyes of the one who was filling him within.

A pleading gaze, told Huor everything he needed to know and his movements picked up some speed.

"Do you like this?" Huor hissed through his clenched teeth and his head came closer to the Semar's.

He was throwing a challenge at the other elf, and he wanted to know if the other one truly enjoyed this king of coupling.

"Huor ... Shut up." Semar's patience was shallow, and the words were not something he wanted to deal with right now.

"Say it, or otherwise ... I shall stop." Huor threatened and Semar knew that the other elf was being serious.

"Yes, by Valar. I do." Semar's words were weak and they were lost somewhere in between the moans and whimpers.

"Aye, this confession is enough for me." Huor's hips moved with a more haste, and Semar released a curse as the pleasure within him became unbearable.

Soon enough both of them were moaning as the release came over them and the shudders of pleasure went through their exhausted bodies.

Huor's eyes were opened and on the bed he saw the sight of his lover; seeing confusion mingled with the spent lust, that was lined upon the young handsome face.

Slowly, he pulled himself from his lovers body and he lowered a kiss upon the blushing cheek in front of him.

"Damn you." Semar's soft voice released a words Huor didn't expect to hear from him, so soon.

"Why? Because you lost and I have gained, or because you surrendered yourself to something you wanted all along."

Huor smiled and he pulled the younger elf closer to his chest, capturing him in a strong embrace.

"Be calm, my pet. You have not lost but you have gained, Semar. And this coming morning, you will not be the one who is discarded and rejected. I didn't use you just for one night, young one."

Semar was lost in the shock those words had provoked in him, and as weak as he was he couldn't move or escape the Huor's embrace.

"What? Are you saying that our association might be different from your previous ones. Do not lie to me, Huor. I know you well enough and I know that you don't keep the ones you use, more than for one tumble between your sheets. I am not that naive to believe your deceitful truth."

Semar softly whispered and deep within him he knew that he could never change this elf, no matter what truth Huor's words were preaching.

"Doubt me if you must, but I will not be the one to chase you from my side, Semar. You're mine, and mine you shall stay."

Huor yawned and with one last kiss he bestowed upon the other's head, he sailed toward the land of peaceful dreams.

"I wish that it is so, Huor. I really wish it is." Semar whispered and he relaxed himself against his lover's body; wishing that this night had never come to be.

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