Celeborn's Nine - Riders of the Night
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
88
Views:
9,366
Reviews:
155
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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In the Forest
Author's note: Himeros has indicated that he's not finished with Tiger, but Enyo was a one time shot. The story of Enyo and Himeros is one of my myths taken from the tales of ancient Sparta. And you think Prometheus might have something to do with Himeros' appearance?
real short chapter.
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Haldir was furious with Glorfindel. If he had been allowed to go with them, Tiger wouldn't have gotten hurt. And while her wounds were closed, she was weak, as was Scopias who had tied one hand into his horse's mane to keep from falling off.
Annoyed with Haldir's righteous indignation, Glorfindel growled, "You couldn't have done anymore than we did. When Tiger gets it into her head to fight, you can't stop her."
"I could have stopped her," Haldir snapped back.
"Yes, I've seen how you stop her, making her stand behind you when the Nagas came," Glorfindel snorted.
Melanippus didn't understand what they were saying, but he did understand anger when he heard it. Frowning, he glanced at the Sakas who were also looking apprehensive.
Arriving at the camp, Haldir woke Tiger up and helped her into their tent, where he had lain all their blankets. She crawled on them and went back to sleep. Sitting beside her, he could see she was terribly pale, but rest and time, and she would be as good as new.
Leaving her in peace, he crawled out of the tent and went to see to his horse. Glorfindel, apparently not content to leave him alone, growled, "She's being followed by a god."
Haldir looked over the withers of his horse and asked, "Which one?"
"Himeros. Attractive fellow, once a man. Has the ability to make you want things."
Haldir's clamped his mouth shut before he said something he would regret. What was wrong with Glorfindel? Forcing down his anger, he met the elf lord's gaze and said, "I hope he showed her no harm."
"No. Tiger made him leave her alone," Glorfindel said. "But I'm certain he spoke to her of Prometheus."
Haldir took a sudden painful breath. "Prometheus?" he asked.
"I'm certain I heard him mention Prometheus to her."
Haldir looked away. So the Titan was sending his cronies to keep reminding Tiger that she belonged to him. That was the only explanation. Turning back to his horse, he finished with the animal and then returned to his tent. Tiger was still sleeping, but he needed to hold her and stretched himself out beside her, craddling her along his body, holding her head on his right arm. She moaned in her sleep, and he thought he was hurting her, but she stilled. The Titan was a creator god. Why couldn't he make himself another Tiger and leave this one to him?
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Celeborn sat before the roaring fire that the Sakas had built and nodded contentedly. The remains of a roasted boar was lying on some warm rocks beside the blaze. If they had to wait for the wounded to gather their strength, they couldn't have picked a better spot. At least he hoped it was a good spot.
The Sakas told their stories that night, and Tomy made sure that everyone knew of their great battle against the Hags. At how she rode the centaur and how he killed the hag with a thrust of his spear and she chopped the head off. Scopias added his account of the battle and saluted the elflord with a cup of kumaz. Glorfindel hated kumaz, but he drank some to salute his brother in arms.
Tiger was the only one missing, but Haldir was sitting where he could keep an eye on the tent. If she got up, he wanted to be able to help her. Cutting his eyes towards Glorfindel, he tried to keep the scowl off his face. It was anyone's guess at how effective he was. At some point in time, he returned to his tent and laid beside Tiger. He wanted to wake her, to ask her how she felt, but she needed to rest.
"I am never letting you out of my sight again," he softly promised her. A soft moan escaped her lips and instinctively she sought the warmth of his body. Throwing one of the blankets over them, he let her lay across him as she desired.
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real short chapter.
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Haldir was furious with Glorfindel. If he had been allowed to go with them, Tiger wouldn't have gotten hurt. And while her wounds were closed, she was weak, as was Scopias who had tied one hand into his horse's mane to keep from falling off.
Annoyed with Haldir's righteous indignation, Glorfindel growled, "You couldn't have done anymore than we did. When Tiger gets it into her head to fight, you can't stop her."
"I could have stopped her," Haldir snapped back.
"Yes, I've seen how you stop her, making her stand behind you when the Nagas came," Glorfindel snorted.
Melanippus didn't understand what they were saying, but he did understand anger when he heard it. Frowning, he glanced at the Sakas who were also looking apprehensive.
Arriving at the camp, Haldir woke Tiger up and helped her into their tent, where he had lain all their blankets. She crawled on them and went back to sleep. Sitting beside her, he could see she was terribly pale, but rest and time, and she would be as good as new.
Leaving her in peace, he crawled out of the tent and went to see to his horse. Glorfindel, apparently not content to leave him alone, growled, "She's being followed by a god."
Haldir looked over the withers of his horse and asked, "Which one?"
"Himeros. Attractive fellow, once a man. Has the ability to make you want things."
Haldir's clamped his mouth shut before he said something he would regret. What was wrong with Glorfindel? Forcing down his anger, he met the elf lord's gaze and said, "I hope he showed her no harm."
"No. Tiger made him leave her alone," Glorfindel said. "But I'm certain he spoke to her of Prometheus."
Haldir took a sudden painful breath. "Prometheus?" he asked.
"I'm certain I heard him mention Prometheus to her."
Haldir looked away. So the Titan was sending his cronies to keep reminding Tiger that she belonged to him. That was the only explanation. Turning back to his horse, he finished with the animal and then returned to his tent. Tiger was still sleeping, but he needed to hold her and stretched himself out beside her, craddling her along his body, holding her head on his right arm. She moaned in her sleep, and he thought he was hurting her, but she stilled. The Titan was a creator god. Why couldn't he make himself another Tiger and leave this one to him?
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Celeborn sat before the roaring fire that the Sakas had built and nodded contentedly. The remains of a roasted boar was lying on some warm rocks beside the blaze. If they had to wait for the wounded to gather their strength, they couldn't have picked a better spot. At least he hoped it was a good spot.
The Sakas told their stories that night, and Tomy made sure that everyone knew of their great battle against the Hags. At how she rode the centaur and how he killed the hag with a thrust of his spear and she chopped the head off. Scopias added his account of the battle and saluted the elflord with a cup of kumaz. Glorfindel hated kumaz, but he drank some to salute his brother in arms.
Tiger was the only one missing, but Haldir was sitting where he could keep an eye on the tent. If she got up, he wanted to be able to help her. Cutting his eyes towards Glorfindel, he tried to keep the scowl off his face. It was anyone's guess at how effective he was. At some point in time, he returned to his tent and laid beside Tiger. He wanted to wake her, to ask her how she felt, but she needed to rest.
"I am never letting you out of my sight again," he softly promised her. A soft moan escaped her lips and instinctively she sought the warmth of his body. Throwing one of the blankets over them, he let her lay across him as she desired.
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