Celeborn's Nine - Riders of the Night

Author's note: glad it went over funny. I was worried about that.
You know some angsty stuff is going to be coming up soon, not to mention a balrog. Just reminding
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"Remember the ring?" Elladan asked Elrohir as they finished saddling their horses, while Glorfindel and Haldir tied off everything things on the pack horses.

"That's right, I had forgotten," Elrohir said and reached into his coin pouch for the small silver ring. "Tiger? Tiger, come see what I got you." Tiger, who was watching Glorfindel tie off one of their two pack horses, looked up to see who was calling her. "Come here, I have you something," Elrohir called again. Tiger hurried over and looked pleased when Elrohir slipped it on her finger. "I thought it looked like Celestial," he explained, enjoying the way her face brightened.

"You bought this for Tiger?" she asked gratefully.

"I thought you would like it," Elrohir said as Haldir came over to see what he had given her.

"Look Master," she said and held it up. "It is beautiful."

"Yes, it is," Haldir agreed with a smile for her and a slight warning in his eyes for Elrohir. It was bad enough he had to deal with Old Glory wanting her to show him everything; he wasn't going to stand idlely by while the twins seduced her with presents. Then just so she remembered who was Master, he bent down and swiftly kissed her. It was such a thorough kiss, that when he raised his head, she had a glazed look in her eyes that he enjoyed so much. "Come," he told her and went back to their horse.

Elladan thought Haldir's little jealous display was amusing. "I don't think he appreciated the ring," he stated thoughtfully, trying very hard not to laugh.

"I am certain of it," Elrohir agreed, "but Tiger likes it, and that is what counts."

Celeborn, sitting on his animal, rode by his grandsons and said, "Mount up, we need to go."
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Grass rolled on forever, but it was not the lush grass of Rohan, nor were any of the horses that they saw in the distance as magnificent as the horses of the Rohirrim. But those wirey little animals with thick manes and tails were suited to the land. A land that was hot in the summer and bitterly cold in the winter.

The mountains they were looking for were in the east, but they first had to ride north a day or two and then cut back east to avoid the great inland lake's northern shore. Since they were traveling slow, Tiger shape shifted and did a little hunting. There appeared to be an excellent supply of ground birds in the area. Rumil and one of the Galadhrim soon dismounted and joined her, Orophin and Haldir leading their horses for them.
By early afternoon they had collected a respectable number of chicken sized birds and a couple of stray hares. Mounting their horses as they walked by, the two elves rode forward to show the twins what they had collected. Haldir offered Tiger a hand up and swung her up behind him. She then found the space on his back between quiver and bow where she could lay her cheek. Her hands slipped under his tunic but she didn't try anything. She just liked touching his skin.

"Shouldn't we be seeing these wild Sakas about now?" Celeborn asked Glorfindel curiously.

"I suspect we have already been spotted," Glorfindel answered easily. "They miss nothing in their own lands."

Celeborn, glancing back at Haldir and Tiger, asked, "Tiger, do you speak Saka?"

"Most Sakas speak Hellenes," she answered easily.

"Are you sure?" Glorfindel, also looking back, asked and noticed a slight angry look in Haldir's eyes. "Something wrong?"

"Not a thing," Haldir answered as Tiger peered around him to look at Glorfindel.

She smiled and then looked back to the west. "Riders are coming," she announced and pointed.

The riders knew they couldn't outrun who was approaching and so they turned their horses and readied their bows, just in case. Tiger, on the ground, stepped beside Celeborn's horse and waited for him to tell her what to say or do.

The horsemen approaching them were indeed wild looking, long hair flying behind them, male and female, clothed in leather and mail. The leader was a fiercely handsome man with dark dark red hair and brown eyes. He carried a bow in a strange looking quiver that also held his arrows on his hip. It was shaped just like a Galadhrim bow only a third the size. A woman with extremely long white hair tied back in a braid rode at his side. She was beautiful in the way a she-wolf was beautiful. Seven more men and five women made up the troop.

Whatever difficulties that might have arisen between the Saka horsemen and the elves was quickly calmed when the woman took one look at the twins and whispered tersely, "Ashvans!"
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It took a little while for Celeborn to explain who he and his grandsons were to the Sakas and to assure them that all was well, but even so he sensed some skepticism on their part. The woman kept staring at Elrohir and Elladan, even when it was decided they would share a night camp together. The Saka chieftain, Scopias, seemed a trustworthy fellow, and his riders were appreciative of the fresh meat being offered them, but the woman was a little unnerving with her stare.

The blonde woman, Tomy, went to Scopias' side and periodically whispered into his ear, which always drew his eyes back to the twins. It was apparent that she still believed the twins were her immortal horsegods in the flesh, and nothing could convince her otherwise. As the evening progressed, some pipeweed that had a drugging effect on the body was brought out. Glorfindel readily accepted an offered pipe, and once the other elves saw it would do them no harm, they smoked some. All but Celeborn.

Tiger did not smoke anything, nor did she accept any of the fermented mare's milk, but she watched everything with curious eyes. The blonde woman was still watching the twins, but there was a new look in her eyes, and Tiger recognized it. The other women were also staring at the twins. Elrohir and Elladan would have had to have been blind not to realize that these women wanted sex with them. The twins might not be the Ashvans, but with the right rituals, they could become the Ashvans.

Before Elrohir and Elladan were aware of what was really going on, they were starting to feel funny.

Celeborn realized something was up, but before he could do anything someone had a sword at his throat. And with the other elves being a bit inebriated, it was best he didn't do anything to upset anyone. He gave Tiger a look that told her to not do anything rash. Tiger settled back by Haldir and watched Tomy and the other women. She would not do anything unless the women tried to draw blood.

Tomy didn't want blood. She wanted sex; sex with the Ashvans, or at least their representatives. The drug she had slipped them would not hold them long, and once it wore off, they would be wanting relief, lots of relief. And her virgin she-warriors were ready to be bred, and who better for a first lover than an ashvan.
The Saka men made no effort to prevent the breeding. It was considered a good thing among them to have a woman once covered by an immortal horsegod.

As the tribe's warrior priestess, it was her place to be covered first. Stripping out of her mail and leggings, she approached Elrohir and with the help of a virgin warrior, they stripped him and planted hungry kisses on his body, making sure he was hard and ready to do his duty to the gods.

Elrohir did not know what was happening to him except that he had a raging hunger in his flesh that demanded satisfaction. When Tomy turned herself to him like a mare before a stallion, he growled and mounted her, driving himself into her repeatedly, violently, until his flesh imploded only to be solidifed again in that burning hunger. Someone kissed him, and he saw briefly that Elladan was in the hands of the other women.

They each had their turn with him, and each time the violence of his love making became harder. He wanted the desire to subside even as it became painful. But at the same time, he could not control the emotion or the senstions that ravaged his body. Even one of the Saka men approached him; not for sex but for the magic that dripped off his body in his sweat.

Elrohir wanted it to end even as the desire continued to control him. He had passed into the threshold of pain. Tomy covered him with a thin blanket and poured cool water on him, and It was electrifying and soothing at the same time. She drew him into her lap and held his head, caressing him like a shivering horse, as the fire subsided in his body. A deep heavy sleep quickly overtook him, but before he collapsed completely, he could see that Elladan was being handled in a similar way.

Like a pair of stallions he thought and then passed out.