Celeborn's Nine - Riders of the Night

Author's note: Glory gets laid..oral sex:

Glorfindel tried not to think of what he was doing and he closed his eyes to seal out the sight of the Old Woman. BUt her hands brushed his throat, and the tips of her fingers felt suddenly different. Her lips also felt different as they parted and she leaned into him. Opening his eyes, he found himself looking into the face of one of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen, and the the cave was now a cavern of great beauty. He drew back and looked around in wonder.

BUt nothing was such a feast for his eyes as the woman beside him. Her hair, white tangled, was now the deepest fiery auburn and her eyes were as green as the flame in a candle. And her body was full and ripe and warm and soft. Was it magic? He didn't care.

Her lips, full and red, returned to his mouth, and their kiss became became more intense. She was hungry, her body long denied the touch of a male, and she wanted him to touch her. And he would not deny her anything. But he wondered if it was even possible for him to deny her anything.

He was the feast, and her hunger was great. But Glorfindel was no shy maid or timid man to be taken without a fight, if indeed it was possible to make love and war at the same time. He stripped her and watched as the passion burned even hotter in her eyes. And she threw her head back and moaned when his lips settled on one ripe breast. Oh but that couldn't last. She wanted to see him, touch him, taste him, devour him, and that could not be done with him dressed. Unbelieveably strong, she pushed him back, and he lay there, allowing her and himself the pleasure of being made love to him while boots, tunic and leggings were peeled away from his skin.

And what is more erotic than a long thick mane of red hair caressing your skin while a hot sweet mouth claims you and scalds you and torments you? Pleasure so intense you feel as if your entire being is concentrated in one area.

She looked up briefly from his swollen flesh, and the look in her emerald eyes told him it would be to the end now, that she wanted to see his face when he could take no more. And he was close. Rising on his elbows, he watched as she slowly,or so incredibly slow took all of him into her mouth and down her throat. It was maddening. And she watched.

With hand and mouth she stroked him. His breathing deepened, and she noticed. His eyes could no longer stay focused as they turned inward, and she watched. The blood heated his skin, and she caressed. Glorfindel knew this would not be his only time tonight as he arched his back and released himself into her warm wet mouth. He gave her what she wanted as best as he could. He made sure she could see his eyes before he collapsed, that she could tell just how much he enjoyed her tender care.

But as predicted, it wasn't over. She crawled over him, and he was surprised to find that not only was he still hard, he was ready to go again. This had to be magic. But oh, he didn't care. And her kiss was sweet fire as she slid her tongue inside his mouth and along the back of his teeth. Not many women could do that. He sparred with her tongue until he felt the liquid heat of her body close around him. Now that was nice....very nice. And what male, man or elf, didn't love a woman using his body to get her release. And she used him mercilessly..it was wonderful. She supported herself by bracing herself against his breast. And the sight of her magnificent breasts swaying in front of his eyes made him want to capture one in his teeth, but she was too far away. She moaned deeply and rose up higher, a kelles riding her stallion, a maginificent wanton creature. When she came, she threw her head backwards and growled. Whatever magic she was using on him was released and he joined her in an orgasm that was both delicious and painful. He really needed to wait for the next ride.

Satisfied with her activity, the auburn haired woman stood up and retrieved a finely embroidered robe from a satin covered chair and slipped it on. Glorfindel waited a minute to catch his breath and then climbed to his feet and reached for his clothes.

"Leave them for now," she said. "Come."

Glorfindel never suffered from false modesty, and it was a little unusual to be walking back into a brilliantly lit cave with nothing on. But she seemed to be enjoying the view because every so often she would look back to see if he was there, and her eyes would become just a little bold.

"Where are we going?" he asked curiously.

"Here," she said and stopped.

Glorfindel stepped up beside her and looked out over an enormous cavern full of laboring dwarves, only they didn't really look like dwarves. Dwarves were stout people, but these didn't even act like people. There was something almost lifeless about them. And they were busy working, making things, forging swords and armor and chain mail.

"What can I give you?" she asked, her voice youthful and rich. "What does your heart desire?"

"A sword that can kill a balrog," Glorfindel said almost absently knowing such a weapon did not exist.

"Very well, it is yours." She clapped her hands together and one of her 'dwarves' materialized with a great sword in hand. It was elegant but strong, not elvish in design, and not Easter either. Aragorn would have recognized it right away. "Take it," she said.

Glorfindel took the sword from the strange dwarf and hefted it in his hand. It was perfectly balanced, and the grip was made of finely wrapped coils of gold and silver. Rubies glasped the end of the guard and down the center of the blade, diamonds sparkled. It was the weapon of a king.

"You are giving me this because because we made love?" he asked curiously.

"It has been ages since I have a man or elf in my bed, and even longer without one so beautiful. Most see my other form and flee," She paused and had a far away look in her eye. "They do not get far," she concluded.

"Then I am honored that you have found favor in me," he replied, genuinely pleased with his gift and thankful he hadn't said anything so silly as another kiss. "When may I return to my companions?"

"You will stay in my bed tonight and return to tomorow," she answered and turned away. "Come."
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Master was bundled up in furs and his cloak and was using his saddle for a head rest, while Tiger used his belly as a pillow. She was restless and wanted Master to wake up, but he would not, although she suspected he was awake and just pretending to be asleep. When she tried to peer under his cloak, he swatted her away with his hand.

Humphing, she returned her head to his belly and squirmed some more.

"Why can't you just lay still?" he asked from under his bundlings.

Good, Master was awake now. Sitting on his hips, an extemely intimate position if they had been nude, she bent down until she was peering under his hood at his eyes. Master was not smiling. "Tiger is bored," she said softly.

"I'm sorry Tiger is bored, but there is nothing I can do about it," he answered irritably. "Maybe Tiger can go hunting and bring us back another goat."

"I don't hear or smell any," she replied. "There are some rats nearby."

"No rats," Haldir answered. "Don't ever bring me a rat to eat."

Tiger laid flat on his body looking at his eyes. They had not made love in a long time, and she was hungry. "Would Master like me to pleasure him?"

"Not at this particular moment," he said as the wind tried to seperate him from his cloak. "Aren't you cold?"

"No," she answered and sat up and looked around. "Glorfindel!" she exclaimed and jumped up. Quick of foot, she ran to him, noticing right away that he had a pretty new sword. "The Queen of the Mountain gave you that?" she asked excitedly.

Glorfindel stopped and stared at her. "You knew who she was?"

"Yes, she told me. Told me not to tell that I could see through her magic."

Glorfindel looked dumbfounded. "You could see she was a beautiful woman?"

"Yes."

Glorfindel grabbed her by the arm. "Tiger, under no circumstances are you to tell anyone, not even Master what you know. Understood?"

Tiger looked surprised but nodded her head in agreement. Although it seemed strange to her.