Learn isn’t to Justify,Understand isn’t to Forgive

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. Such genius belongs to Tolkin and suing me would be a colossal waste of time.

Warning: Contains slash (male/male relationship), mpreg (male pregnancy), blood play, some MINOR spoilers, violence, and probably a lot of other stuff. No likey, no ready!

To Learn isn’t to Justify, to Understand isn’t to Forgive

Chapter 3


‘Meat, meat, meat. Must have meat.’

Thus was the refrain running through the creature’s mind. His empty stomach fueled his wish for blood and his rage.


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Glorfindel threw back another cup of mirvor, laughing at some stupid joke one of the officers made. One would never know this was the last place he wanted to be. For days he had searched for the mysterious predator that lurked within Imladris’ borders. More and more carcasses had shown up, but thankfully no dead elves. Elrond had finally forced him to take a night off. Needless to say, Elrond eventually had to call the other guards to drag him kicking and screaming.

So, here he was…doing his best to drown out his worries for at least one night.


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Glorfindel staggered to, what he thought was, his room. He quietly hummed a cheerful if not a bit bawdry tune as he fumbled with the handle.

Finding that nothing was where he remembered it, he found himself a bit lost. He finally found the bed, stripping as he went, but something was…off.

‘Why is there an elf in my bed?’

Now, this wouldn’t be the first time an elf had surprised him in bed…hoping for a night of fun. And this one was just lovely.

Normally, he would send the elf on their way, much to their disappointment. But, for some reason he couldn’t with this one.

Slowly he reached down to caress the elf’s cheek.

The elf’s eyes flew open.

‘Where have I seen an elf that closed his eyes during sleep…’

Pushing that question to the back of his mind, he leant down to kiss the lovely creature.

“Hello, my sweet councilor. Been waiting long?”

Of course, by now Glorfindel had realized that the elf was none other than Erestor.

“Oh my shy little minx, why did you not just ask me?”

Before Erestor could tell Glorfindel just what he could do with his thoroughly sloshed self, Glorfindel swept down and attacked his mouth…tongue first!

Glorfindel marveled at the inexperienced but sweet mouth. But as he ran his tongue over Erestor’s teeth, he felt a sharp pain. When he pulled back, he could taste the blood on his tongue.

Erestor had also jumped in pain but Glorfindel could not see any blood but his own on Erestor’s lips.

Deciding to leave it for now, he practically lunged at Erestor’s neck.

Erestor, who had been about to try again on verbally (then physically) thrashing the blond, suddenly went absolutely limp as soon as Glorfindel bit his neck.

Glorfindel gave a very self satisfied grin as he felt his partner relax.

“Yes, my sweet. Just relax, there is no reason to be afraid…”

He pulled up Erestor’s nightshirt, running his hands over the plains of his stomach. He ran his hand higher until they came in contact with two pebbled nubs.

Erestor gasped as he felt a sharp pinch followed by soothing licks. He had never lain with anyone before and what he felt now surpassed his wildest imaginations.

‘So sensitive…’

Glorfindel thoroughly enjoyed himself as he continued this divine torture. He could tell already that Erestor was a virgin and was determined to make his first be truly something to remember.

Erestor was completely submissive under Glorfindel. The only move he had made was to put his hands on Glorfindel’s shoulders, gasping and arching into his touch.

Glorfindel began his trek down Erestor’s body, tongue flickering in and out against his skin. He found Erestor’s sweat and flavor was sweeter than the sweetest wine. His hands rubbed Erestor’s sides up and down the whole time to sooth him, light enough to be pleasurable and hard enough not to tickle.

He paused a minute to dip his tongue into the indentions of Erestor’s navel before moving to his primary goal.

While not as impressive as some he had seen, Erestor’s cock was long and lithe, not too unlike Erestor himself. It was utterly perfect!

“Hmmm…What do we have here? A perfect little mouthful!”

His tongue darted into the slit.

Erestor a moan at this, just as quiet as ever.

‘So he’s a quiet one, eh? Heh, I should have known…’

Glorfindel nipped gently at the head and lapped at the precum as if it was the nectar of the gods themselves…and to him it was.

He then took Erestor’s cock into his mouth all at once, deep throating him with vigor. His hands played with Erestor’s balls as he hummed.

Erestor was close to hyperventilating at the scents and sights and feel of what Glorfindel was doing to him.

He didn’t even notice when a long, callused finger entered him.

It wasn’t till after he had already inserted his finger that Glorfindel remember that he didn’t use any lube. He felt like kicking himself for forgetting something so important! He was surprised to find Erestor’s passage quite slick but still a little tight.

‘Thank the Valar he prepared himself first. I would have killed myself if I had hurt him!’

It was odd that Erestor was still so tight but also so slick. He decided to go ahead with the stretching just to be safe…plus, the preparations were half the fun! He inserted a second finger and then a third.

Erestor certainly seemed to agree as he pushed back onto Glorfindel’s fingers. Glorfindel had never seen someone so wanton!

‘And I haven’t even found his g-spot yet!’

Erestor jumped with a yelp…the loudest sound he had made all night.

“What was that?!”

“The reason why it’s more fun to be with an ellon than an elleths,” Glorfindel smirked.

Giving one last, almost regretful, lick to Erestor’s cock, Glorfindel raised himself and took firm hold of Erestor’s hips. He took a moment to admire the most precious blush he had ever seen on Erestor’s cheeks.

Then he began to push in. As he slowly moved in, Glorfindel pondered why Erestor was not resisting more, not that he wanted him to.

‘Usually there is at least a knee-jerk reaction to something so new and odd. Yet Erestor seems to have taken to this like a fish to water!’

Deciding to just be grateful since this was making this both easier and more pleasurable for both of them, Glorfindel fully sheathed himself within the petite body.

“Are you alright? First times are always a little bit painful…”

“I’m alright. A little pain doesn’t bother me. Just please move!”

Not sure if he like that Erestor was in pain but didn’t mention it, Glorfindel, for once, did as Erestor said.

For both elves, this was the most intense moment of their lives! Glorfindel attached his mouth to Erestor’s, being careful of his teeth, as he thrusted harder and harder.

One of his hands went to Erestor’s cock, while the other was used to hold his weight.

Erestor gave gasp after gasp as he came.

Glorfindel might have wondered how Erestor could have multiple orgasms if his own cock was not suddenly in a vise.

This was the last straw. Glorfindel came harder than he could ever remember…from both lifetimes!

Still aware enough not to fall on Erestor, Glorfindel lowered himself gently. He ran his fingers through the messy goo on Erestor’s stomach and brought it to him mouth, slurping loudly. Then next fingerful he gave to Erestor, who drank it down eagerly. And so Glorfindel proceeded to clean off Erestor’s stomach one dollop at a time.

When there was no more to be found, Glorfindel pulled Erestor to his chest, still so intimately connected, and drifted of to the land of dreams…


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“Ug, I think something dragged itself into my mouth and died, and its descendents are avenging its death by tap dancing in my head!” Glorfindel muttered to himself.

He had just woken up from the best most intense dream he had ever had! It was then he noticed that he was not in his room. He did not recognize whose room it was but it was definitely NOT HIS!! He felt dread begin to build in his stomach. It did not lessen as the object of his, not so secret, obsession walked into the room carrying a vial of something and dry toast.

“Oh, you are awake,” Erestor said quietly. He set the tray down on his nightstand.

“You should drink this, it will help your head. And the toast will help settle your stomach…Is there something wrong?”

Glorfindel just sat there with his jaw hanging open. He came sputtering and spitting to his senses as a fly flew into his mouth.

Erestor looked on with a slightly bemused expression on his face, “Or flies may help.”

Glorfindel looked stricken at the other elf.

“Erestor! I am so, so sorry! I had too much to drink last night…but that is no excuse I know…and I thought you were in my bed….and…”

“Daro! Glorfindel! Daro!” Erestor covered his mouth with his hand to silence the babbling balrog slayer, “Are you saying that you only slept with me because you were drunk?”

Glorfindel almost missed the pained undertone of Erestor’s voice. Most would not notice it but Glorfindel knew Erestor too well to not notice.

‘Could it be he really wanted this?’

“Yes, it was but…” Glorfindel answered truthfully.
“Maybe you should go, Glorfindel,” Erestor said as his walls rebuilt themselves.

“But Erestor…”

“GO GLORFINDEL!”

And go he did! Not wanting to further upset Erestor, and wanting to process what had happened both the night before and the following morning, Glorfindel ran out of the room and down the hall…completely forgetting his lack of clothing!

Back in Erestor’s room, Erestor broke down and sobbed.


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Glorfindel walked through the forest, his nerves frayed to a thin fiber. It had been weeks since that fateful night and he had yet to reconcile with Erestor or find the mysterious beast.

In fact, Erestor became, if possible, even colder towards him…he could swear he left with frostbite when ever he tried to talk to the other elf.

And the killings seemed to have doubled. There were still no elves killed fortunately, but Glorfindel feared their luck would soon run out.

He was near where most of the kills took place.

As he walked, he heard a low growl from behind. He continued on as if nothing was going on…


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‘Fresh meat…hunger, hunger, hunger…kill, kill, kill…”


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He could hear whatever it was coming closer…


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Hunger, hunger, hunger…


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He could sense it ready to lunge…


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KILL, KILL, KILL!


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In a flash, Glorfindel unsheathed his sword and slashed out behind him. He closed his eyes as a splash of blood hit his face.

“By the Valar, I hate when that happens…”

He looked upon the body of the creature that had been tormenting the creatures of Imladris’ forest.

There lay the sickeningly thin carcass of a huge dog. The dog had obviously gone feral, which is more dangerous than a wild animal since a feral animal was once tame and thus had no fear of man. Most likely, a merchant or some such person had grown weary of the beast and left it to fend for itself.

“Poor creature,” Glorfindel sighed. “You must have been starving.”

Glorfindel took a moment to curse the ignorance of men. Domesticated animals were not wild animals. They were dependent on the humans who cared for them. They could not survive on their own. The only chance they had was if they were born and raised as strays, and even then it was not for vary long. Becoming feral and starvation were a common outcome.

“Well, that explains why the kills were so messy. It must have been driven partly mad from hunger and desperation.”

He picked up the carcass and headed back.


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He had not gone far when he heard the most blood chilling shriek.

He ran towards the sound. What he found made him feel as if he had been kicked in the gut…

There knelt a figure of a freshly kill deer, tearing off entire chunks with its bare hands. The crunching, tearing, slurping sounds coming from the figure was positively nauseating!

Glorfindel could only see the back of the creature, and though he was revolted by what he saw, he could not bring himself to kill it.

‘This is no orc!’

Indeed, it was much too small and thin and the bits of skin he could see that was not covered in blood was as pale and beautiful as the winter moon.

“Hold! Turn around slowly!”

The figure froze. Slowly it turned and faced the golden haired elf.

At first, Glorfindel did not know what he was seeing. The face was blurry in his eyes, as his mind tried to protect him from what was right in front of him.

But, the image began to take focus…

Glorfindel gasped as he realized what he was seeing.

Large, soulful eyes looked back at him in sorrow and fear as Glorfindel gasped…

“Erestor…”


TBC…