Celeborn's Nine - Riders of the Night

Author's note: Himeros is certainly up to mischief.
Thanks for the comments. You know, I'm not sure what Tiger saw..but it certainly isn't good if she thinks its a monster.
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Glorfindel was not in a good mood as he brushed down his horse and fed it. Haldir had forgiven Tiger for running off with the wolves, but as Glorfindel saw it, Tiger had done nothing wrong, not really. The trolls and goblins had needed killing. Asfodel snorted softly as his master threatened to remove some hide with the excess hair.

"Sorry," Glorfindel said and rubbed the patient animal on the forehead. Detecting movement farther back in the stable, he looked up and frowned. "Everytime I see one of you, I sense ill feelings."

"I bring no ill towards you," Himeros said and ran his hand along the gray horse's back. "You and I have no qualms."

"Then why are you here?" Glorfindel asked suspiciously.

Himeros met the elf lord's silver blue gaze and smiled. "There are some things that must be fulfilled before Prometheus can take his Tiger back. I am trying to speed them along."

"And you are telling me this because why?"

"You fancy yourself Tiger's new master, and I fear that is my fault." Letting his face reflect the power he possessed, Himeros added, "It is what you long for."

"So you come to torment me with it?" Glorfindel asked angrily. "Is that it? You are driving a wedge between Haldir and me?"

"Haldir does not need my help to anger you," Himeros said thoughtfully. "But your passion for Tiger is making it worse, and will endanger her life if its not brought under control."

"You speak of passion so casually. How do you know that is all it is?"

"Obsession then," Himeros said with indifference. "But it must be brought under control."

"And how do you propose to do that?"

"I'll let you have her for one night, but at the end of it, this passion you feel for her will be spent."

Glorfindel could not believe what he was hearing. "Will she still be my friend?"

"Oh, yes. She'll still show you the butterfly souls and the little people in the grass...whatever. But you have got to let her go."

"And what will happen if I don't."

"You will betray Haldir and she will die trying to save him," Himeros answered casually.

"And you are now a god of prophecy?"

"No, but Prometheus is, and he's free," Himeros paused for effect, "but he is staying away until the promises are kept."

"So Prometheus sent you?"

"Sort of. I volunteered." Losing some of his arrogant banter, Himeros said, " Prometheus saved my life by helping Enyo. Now he fears you will cause him to lose Tiger before the promises are kept. He sees it as a possible future. Do you want to risk it?"

"Has he ever been wrong?"

"No."

Glorfindel did not need to think about the offer. He knew he would accept it, as Himeros probably already knew too. "How do you plan on arranging this?" Glorfindel asked. "I don't think Haldir will let her out of his sight."

"I can do anything I need to...to end your obsession. Think about it, the woman you desire in your bed, and then the craziness is gone." Himeros smiled. He did his job very well, sometimes too well. "Oh, there is one thing."

"What's that?"

"She is not to taste any of your blood. Disobey me and it will end right there."
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Himeros could do anything he needed to, even set such a stillness on the land that no one or nothing moved except the two he was bringing together. Tiger moved in an enchantment placed upon her by the god, but Glorfindel knew fully well what was about to happen in his tent. When Himeros delivered her to him, he was afraid to speak, afraid of breaking the spell that placed her in his arms for the night. For this night only, Tiger loved him.

Tiger was what he wanted, what he imagined. She claimed his lips with a fierceness that he matched fully. She bit at his lip but did not draw blood, not that he would have minded. He was burning with a lust that had to have been supernatural in origin, designed to burn the passion out of his body. He kissed her throat and let his lips blaze down her skin to the top of her tunic. He stopped long enough to strip her, to let her strip him.

She ran her hand over his lean muscled body, admiring his beauty even as he drank in hers. Forcing her back on the blankets, he made her writhe beneath him, made her moan with desire as he used his mouth and tongue to build the fire in her body. She held his head to her breasts and growled softly as he did wonderous things to her. She clawed at his shoulders and urged him back up to her lips where she sparred with his tongue until he forced her to yield to him.

Raising his head, staring into the fire of her golden brown eyes, trembling beneath her sharp nailed caresses, he whispered, "Taste me."

Tiger knew what that meant as he rolled off her. She smiled wickedly and sniffed his throat at the base of his right ear. Her mouth followed, the heat of it scorching him. He fell back on the blankets as she licked and sucked her way down his body. She lightly bit his left nipple and brought him off the blanket, his back arching into the sensation. His abdomen quivered beneath her teeth, but nothing took him the way her mouth did when she claimed his swollen flesh. She swallowed him, or seemed to, and then she withdrew, the cool air and her hot mouth driving him closer to the edge.

Glorfindel sank into the fires of the flesh, his body answering hers. He was promised an entire night, an entire night to satisfy his desire for Tiger. Unable to hold on any longer, the blade of passion piercing his flesh, he hissed sharply and emptied himself into her mouth.

When she raised her head, he knew there was more. She came back up his body, licking him, tasting him, making him ready again for her. He would not come as quickly this time, but when she mounted him, he knew it wouldn't take much. Himeros meant to burn the passion out of his body.

He flipped her over and drove himself into her, his mouth closing over hers as he dragged himself over her tender flesh and then thrust back inside. She wrapped her legs around his slim waist, and her face told him he was meeting her needs. When she closed her eyes and growled softly, her nails digging into his hips as she rode the waves of pleasure, he slammed harder into her, driving himself towards his own moment of perfection.
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Daylight found Glorfindel nude, facedown in his blankets, alone. His body told him it had not been a dream, that she had really been with him, but as promised, the insanity was gone. Sitting up, admiring her handiwork, he decided he needed to keep himself covered until they were healed. Still it gave him great pleasure to remember that last moment when their mouths were joined together and their bodies answered each other's passion. That had been true perfection.

Dressing, he stepped out of his tent and noted that it was a brilliant late fall early winter day. Haldir and Tiger were also up tending the fire. He was speaking kindly to her, and Tiger was smiling, happy that her master was no longer mad at her. Then for a second Tiger looked at him with eyes that were infinitely wiser than the ones he had seen a second before. Tiger remembered, too. Glorfindel had to look away. The passion of his flesh was satisfied, but now she owned his heart, and no amount of sex was going to erase that.