Celeborn's Nine - Riders of the Night

Author's note: I'm a het writer. Any attempt to try and be something I'm not just depresses me. Please enjoy if you will...no hard feelings if you decide you don't want to stick around for the conclusion....which is quite a ways off yet

I'm going to dedicate this scene to my Israeli tank commander... an old woman with LOTS of young men in her memories. outlawblue
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Elladan and Elrohir had offered to survey the canyon lands ahead of them during the daylight hours when the others rested. By star reckoning at night, they knew that Celeborn and Glorfindel were moving in a more southwesterly direction, and they would be coming upon the lands of people soon. Their grandfther wanted to make certain they were aware of them first.

Riding down a dry river bed, they were certain they were hearing the sounds of battle. Curious, they went in search of it. Riding up a washed out slope, they stopped and witnessed raiders attacking a small caravan. It was a scene they were all too familar with.

Hearing the cries of women, Elrohir turned to his brother and asked, "Shall we interfere?"

"We shouldn't," Elladan answered and nudged his horse forward.

"No, we really shouldn't," Elrohir agreed as he readied his bow. Touching spurs to the gray's sides, he had dead aim on one raider. The bandit didn't have time to scream as he was slain.

Surprised by the rapid fire of the two horsemen, the bandits who weren't killed, fled. Such a simple accomplishment, neither brother thought anything of it. But the women and their attendants thought it was nothing short of a miracle. Running out of their hiding places, they clasped the hands of the men who had saved them. Neither brother knew what they were saying, but they understood gratitude. Then before they knew it, the women and their surviving male retainers were readying themselves to follow.

"This is not good," Elrohir said, already imagining what his frandfather would say.

"We can't leave them, and they won't let themselves be left," Elladan reasoned. "Surely he will understand."
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Celeborn was not happy. The last face he had expected to see in far eastern Parsi was Aragorn, King of Gondor, a handful of retainers, Legolas whatever his name was...and that dwarf! Glorfindel thought it was all quite amusing, but his smile turned to near hysterics when he spotted the twins returning with a caravan of women.

"I think they need to go out more often," Orophin opinioned as he viewed the exotic beauties riding on the backs of ornately attired camels and horses. "I like what they return with better than Glorfindel." His brother and the two Galadhrim with him nodded their heads in agreement.

Speechless, Celeborn glared up at Elrohir, who basically shrugged his shoulders and then smiled. Aragorn, who was putting his most kingly face forward, was relieved that his foster brothers had taken some of the heat off him.

Suddenly a slender man with no beard and lovely hair and a mature woman with jewelry on every finger, ear lobe and around her neck up to chin hurried forward. Desperately the woman threw herself at Aragorn's feet and clung to his leg, while the man stood behind her and spoke to him.

Glorfindel, who was already appreciating the humor in all this, suddenly started laughing rather loudly while Celeborn frowned and then turned away. Aragorn who had no idea what was being said, looked to the elf lord for explanation.

"She thinks you are in charge," Glorfindel explained readily and then glanced at Celeborn. "She also thanks you for sending your warrior eunuchs to help her and her company." Elrohir and Elladan glanced at each other and then started laughing.

"Eunuchs?" Rumil asked. "Does that mean?"

"Snip, snip," Orophin answered and made a clipping motion with his fingers. Everyone grimaced.

Glorfindel, who spoke Parsi better than any of the others, learned from the lady's eunuch that they had been enroute to her son's home when bandits attacked them, and now they sought Aragorn's protection until someone could get message to her son to come for them.

"Please explain to them that Lord Celeborn is in charge," Aragorn protested.

"You will not," Celeborn retorted. "If the lady wants to be protected by beards, so be it. We ride at dark."

While all this was going on, Elrohir and Elladan dismounted and left the ones in charge to sort things out. There was a cask of water with a dipper in it for drinking and keeping water for what little bathing they were permitted. Stripping off his tunic, Elrohir poured a dipper of water over his head. It felt good and momentarily cooled him off. A second dipperful made it through his leggings.

One of the handmaids, watching the beautiful eunuchs rinse their bodies off, suddenly gasped. She could see the outline of their male members, and they were not eunuchs at all. None of the beardless men were.

To insure that they were not going to be abandoned, Lady Tamine, the mother of the local warlord, had a great meal prepared for their saviors. All manner of delicacies was roasted or baked, and even Celeborn had to admit it was nice to have something interesting to eat. What he did not count on though, was the balatant attempt of the women to seduce his riders. They were throwing themselves at them.

The little dark eyed beauty who had first realized that Elrohir and Elladan were very male made them her pet projects. If they wanted wine or more food, she retreived it for them. She also made it very clear that if they wanted "ANYTHNG" else, she was more than willing to serve. Being twins, they were certain the same ideas were poppng into their minds.

Orophin, Rumil and their two companions were having the same luck. The girls were terribly pleased to be waiting on such beautiful males, who were clearly interested in their company. Glorfindel realized, if it had not occurred to Celeborn yet, that they were not leaving tonight. And it pleased him to no ends to see the great King of Gondor fending off the advances of a ravenous female, who just couldn't take no for an answer. Newly weds tended to be that way. Give him another year or two.

Legolas and Lady Tamine's eunuch, were also enthralled with each other. This simply confirmed what everyone already thought about Legolas.

The only one missing from the little orgy was Haldir, who had slipped off shortly after Aragorn's arrival. There was still a lot of resentment there, although the little episode with the hash pipe and Gypsy had loosened something inside of him. Unwinding himself from a dusky skinned beauty, Glorfindel went to find the missing elf.

It didn't take him long to find Haldir sitting by himself in the rocks just watching. "I can't believe you'd miss out on a good meal to sit up here and mope," Glorfindel said. "The food is better than anything your brothers have made over the past few weeks."

Haldir nodded and smiled. Orophin and Rumil fancied themselves great cooks, and no one had the heart to tell them otherwise.

"You should be down there," Glorfindel mused. "Aragorn is having to fight off the intentions of one beautiful maiden. Celeborn is finding it a source of great amusement."

"Really?" Haldir asked, the tone of his voice indicating an interest in the topic. "Perhaps we should rescue him."

Glorfindel started to say something and then stopped. Haldir smiled...really smiled...wickedly smiled. Glorfindel smiled.

Haldir returned to the camp, glanced around once, and spotted the distressed maid trying to get Aragorn's undivided attention. He stepped up to them and dropped his hand to her. She looked up at him, her lips parting in amazement, and she accepted the hand. All eyes were on them. He caressed her cheek, tilted her chin up and kissed her. She simply melted under his hungry attack, and the moment her body went limp against his, he raised his head and smiled. Neither one spoke the other's language, but that didn't matter. She needed to know she was beautiful, and he had an itch that needed scratching. And he didn't need any hash to realize it.

But that didn't matter. The pain he had felt for so long was still back there behind his eyes, but Glorfindel was helping him get through it, and now he was enjoying life and love again. He led the woman back to his shelter in the rocks and laid her back on his blanket. She moaned as he kissed her again, his tongue seeking access to her warm mouth. She tasted of wine and oranges, and her perfume was of jasmine and musk. She writhed under his experienced hands. Her back arched as he toyed with her breasts and slowly freed them of the silken wrap that covered them. Her moans became more wanton as he tortured her nipples with his lips an teeth. She might not know his name, but he would make sure she didn't forget his face...or body. Stripping out of his tunic and leggings, he rolled her on top of him so that she could service him while he serviced her. Naturally his tongue was more talented than her mouth, but how was a female to learn if she didn't get practice. He had her out of her mind in no time, so adapt was he with his mouth, tongue and hands, but she required a little guidance, a little tutoring, that it was all right to caress him even when she had most of him erection down her throat. And he knew how to caress himself to add to his own pleasure. Fortunately the girl was experienced enough to know to stay with him when he climaxed.

Glorfindel was smiling contentedly with a raven haired beauty in his arms when he noticed Haldir was back. Wearing only his leggings, Haldir was thoughtfully looking around the dark camp.

Don't tell me, Glorfindel thought to himself, that he's looking for a second partner. The lovely on his breast looked up. This is not happening, the older elf thought, as the girl accepted Haldir's hand. "Where's the one you left with?" Glorfindel asked curiously.

"I'll send her back to you," Haldir replied as he led the girl away.