I do not possess sufficient language skills to describe his fury fully. He acquired directions to the dwarf's location and leapt aboard Asfaloth. He o...ly grudgingly allowed me time to mount behind him and then we were off.We found ourselves in a fallow, muddy field in the middle of which lay a tree stump and bound to that stump a mostly bare dwarf, or at least as bare as those folk can get being covered as they are in so much hair. Anarion freed him with his mysterious sword (the chains parted. He needed to die. His own life hurt far too much. The memory of Ardt – of another father – dying was too much to bear.No death. “Be my champion! Please, Yren. Be my champion! Deliver my justice.”Purpose had filled him. He remembered the feeling, the warming sensation of a sudden need.A need which filled him again. Re-filled him. Different ... and yet the same. It called to him, then as now. He couldn’t die. Not yet. He wasn’t allowed. He was needed.He strode on, filled with doubt. The doubt,. I was wet as hell from my teasing routine. He said "hey, let's walk down that path", pointing to a narrow alley where maintenance and trash employees generally only traveled. I did as suggested. We walked down the path and around towards the back of the stores. There were trees and shrubs, but there were sidewalks and people just on the other side. When no one else was nearby I bent over a short stone wall. That's when he entered me. It felt like a tree branch, he was so big. His size. He had never thought about taking a cock in his ass or doing anything sexual with a guy, but he certainly wasn't judgmental when it came to sexual orientation. So finding a guy sexually attractive was just as natural as falling for a girl.The unnatural part was finding his k** brother sexually attractive...in a way that made him want to rip his clothes off and devour him.Once the thought of fucking Andrew crossed his mind, Andrew looked up at him as though he had heard his thoughts. But he.