Celeborn's Nine - Riders of the Night

Author's note: the only problem with the minotaur is that that story has already happened. It would be easier to have them wind up at Troy than Crete...but I'll see what I can do. Menelaus is Minos' grandson..maybe we can go to Sparta?! See the Lakedameon....Himeros' old stomping grounds.
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The ride back to Hellenes was uneventful but for a brief encounter with some horsemen who were not Sakas, but who were easily intimidated by the sight of Galadhrim arrows following their every move. Of course nothing was as grand as when Melanippus showed up unexpectedly before his herd with his elven companions. Chrysippi was so excited at seeing her stallion alive, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with such passion, one of the herd elders had to clear his throat to remind her everyone was watching.

Although reluctant to let his mare go, Melanippus made the introductions and insisted that Celeborn and Glorfindel and the others accept at least one night of centaur hospitality, although they were welcome to stay as long as they wanted.

Celeborn, seeing this as a way to learn more about the centaur people from the herd elders, accepted the offer. Tonight they would not need to set a watch as the centaur warriors kept their own watch. Glorfindel looked at the young stallions who guarded the herd and admitted to himself that he didn't want to tangle with them. They were magnificent creatures, the best of both species.

Tiger quickly made friends with some unmarried fillies and followed them to the beach to collect clams and mussles for the cooking pots. It wasn't long before the gentle surf and smell of salt air had them playing in the water. Tiger copied the fillies and stripped off her tunic and leggings and played nude in the water. She was lucky that jinn tigers did not get sunburns.

Haldir knew she had gone off with the fillies and did not give it much thought until one came back with a basket of shellfish, dropped them into a pot of boiling water and then galloped back to the beach. This got his curiosity up, and he followed. Topping a dune, he had to stop and watch his Tiger playing with the fillies in the surf. She was beautiful, her tawny hair not quite dry but not wet either, her nude body warm under the sunlight. She spied and stopped, the water splashing against her bare legs, and for that one moment he knew he was looking at a woman destined to be a goddess and it hurt him, because it also meant he would have to let her go one day. And he didn't want to do that.

She smiled and came running to him. "Master, come swimming with us," she asked hopefully. "Come!"

Oh, what the hell! He sat down and stripped and was soon following Tiger into the water. It was nice, but the centaur fillies with their giggles and whispers were a little too interested in what made him male. Deciding they were too curious, he sat in the shallow surf. Tiger, pure happiness on her face, knelt infront of him and planted a kiss on his lips. It was almost chaste, and he suspected that infront of the fillies this was a good idea.

"Are you happy, Tiger?" he gently asked and moved a strand of tawny hair from face where it was sticking to her lips.

"Yes, Master."

"Good," he replied and decided he didn't care about the fillies all that much. He placed a hand behind Tiger's head and drew her towards him. Her lips parted, and he was soon lying on his back in the wet sand with her on top of him. But for the gentle splashing a little hooves, he might have been tempted to make love to her, but the moment she raised her head from his kiss, he couldn't help but notice several curious faces behind Tiger eagerly watching them.

"Please don't stop on our account," the filly Adora spoke up. "We've never seen humans mate before."

"And you won't this time, either," Haldir replied and not without some amusement in his voice, "because I am not a man, and I have no intention of mating in front of you."

"If you are not a man, what are you?" one of the other fillies asked curiously.

Haldir found his situation amusing. Here he was laying on his back, propped on his elbows in the wet sand with Tiger sitting over his more personal areas, conversing with centaur fillies about sex, while the tide came in. "I am an elf," he answered and showed them his ears. "Humans round, elves pointed."

Adora looked at Tiger's ears and said, "You must be human."

"I am a jinn tiger," Tiger answered almost indignantly. She started to get up, but Haldir grabbed her arm.

"Slowly, love, slowly," he said. She grinned and carefully raised herself off him, the sea water hitting his heated flesh like a mild shock. He wasn't completely erect, but enough so that the water felt colder than it was. Once she was off him, the water killed all residual lust. He sat back up and folded his hands over his groin just so they would give up and go away. "Go play," he told them.

The fillies trotted off but not before Tiger overheard one say, "He is not as big as a stallion."

Defending her Master, Tiger followed them and retorted, "My Master is the biggest elf there is!"

The sudden cackling of male voices behind him told Haldir they definately weren't alone. Laying back in the water, he wondered how long it would take for the rising tide to drownd him.

Orophin and Rumil, naked and completely unashamed, splashed out into the water and sat beside their brother. "The biggest elf there is," Rumil spoke up. "You have her well trained, brother."

"Well trained indeed," Orophin agreed. "Everyone can see I am more gifted than you."

"Actually I was thinking I was the larger of the three," Rumil countered.

Haldir was glad their voices were dulled by the movement of the water so that they only sounded half as stupid as their conversation was. And it didn't make him feel any better that Tiger was loudly defending his honor. And the giggling fillies were even more fascinated now that his two naked brothers were sitting beside him.

"PLease tell me you aren't thinking about....doing them?" Haldir asked curiously.

"Oh, no. Orophin already has a puppy. We don't want to rish a foal," Rumil said and was immediately slapped on the arm by his brother.

"I didn't want you telling that," Orophin protested.

"Orophin?" Haldir inquired thoughtfully.

"Yes, brother."

"Did you fuck one of the Snow Queen's she-wolves?"

"Yes."

"That explains it," Haldir said and rolled over so that the sun was now beating on his back. He lowered his head but did not put his face in the water. It actually felt very nice bathing nude in the warm sun after being wrapped in furs for months and months in the snow and ice. He would need to rinse the salt out of his hair later on, but right now he didn't care. He liked the way the sun bleached it out until it was almost white. Elfkind were often called children of the moon, but they liked the sun too.

Tiger returned to his side and sat in the water, her hand on his hip, her eyes fixed on something far out at the sea. There were monsters in the water, but they rarely came close to shore. Looking down at Master, admiring his slim hips and the way his spine curved upwards towards a lovely pair of wide shoulders, she smiled and turned so she could massage his tight ass. He turned his head slightly but didn't say anything. Tiger could give one hell of a back rub.

Now it was Orophin and Rumil watching her. Of course Tiger's back rubs sometimes became a little more amorous. She worked down to his thighs and moved his legs apart so she could sit between them. With one hand on each thigh, she dug her fingers into the hard muscle. She worked them with her thumbs which added that faint sensation of pain. Then she moved back to his ass and dug deep into the tight muscle. It was delicious and he was getting a little thick where it counted. Moving just a little to help his throbbing cock, he settled back down in the sand while she went up his back with hand and fingers and nails. She moved up and sat on the small of his back where she could work the muscles in his upper back and shoulders. Of course she was being intentionally wicked when she ran her hands underneath him and ran her nails across his breast, making certain she brushed those sensitive nipples just a little bit.

"Tiger," he called to her and raised his head higher.

"Yes, Master?" she asked against his ear, her tongue finding the curve of it and the taste of ocean salt irrisistable. And she loved watching Master's eyes melt from the heat of his own body.

"Payback is coming, my dear."

"Tiger hopes so," she purred seductively and slipped off his back. Now more infront of him than at his side, she grinned at the dark passion she saw in his eyes. Master was so beautiful sometimes it hurt her eyes.

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The main fire in the centaur camp was enormous, the light creating magical shadows that teased and taunted the darkness that was settling about them. There was something in the air, something exotic and tempting. One of the young warrior stallions, a handsome chestnut picked up his shield and started rapping rythmically on it with the butt of his sword. A second young stallion, a flashy palomino, joined him and the two started stepping to the beat of their own creation. It was seductive and erotic, the fire, the movement of the young stallions and the beating of their shields. Soon the other warrior stallions were standing with them beating on their shields and swaying to the beat.

Melnippus started a chant that was fierce and proud and drove the young stallions into the battles of their minds. One young stallion, wearing a helmet, sprinted into the light of the fire and with a great leap, sailed over it. Proudly he stepped back into the rythmic line up, rapping on his shield, answereing Melanippus' chant. The chestnut who had started all this was so full of himself that he trotted stiff legged towards the fire, and then at the last minute raced forwards and leaped. He landed with a yell that echoed over the camp and beyond.

Glorfindel, leaning back on one elbow watching the display, leaned towards Celeborn and whispered, "They're trying to impress the fillies."

"They're impressing me," Celeborn said as a very young filly came by with a bowl of shellfish stew for him. A second young filly gave one to Glorfindel. "VEry good," the elflord said and nodded at the older mare who was in charge of the cooking. She smiled proudly and returned the nod.

After their manly display, the young stallions got back into their line and started singing at the fillies. The girls, flirting and stepping prettily, came to the fire and formed their own group to sing back at the stallions. Love or lust, it was interchangable sometimes, was in the air.

Tiger, her feline heart excited by all the movement and music, sat up beside Haldir looking everybit like a jinn tiger wanting to join in on the fun. Adora, laughing gaily, skipped over and grabbed Tiger by the hands, pulling her to her feet and dragging her into the group, although it didn't take a lot of dragging to get Tiger to join them. She had no idea what the words to the songs were, but she could follow their feet.

Haldir ate his stew and watched Tiger and the fillies sing back at the young stallions. It was a teasing song that questioned the veracity of the stallions, and at least once Tiger frowned and looked up at Adora. Some of the lines were a little suggestive to say the least.

Suddenly one of the young stallions reared up and charged the fillies. There were squeals of delight as the fillies broke and ran. Tiger was never in any danger, but it was probably a good thing that she didn't try to run away. The young stallions meant to redeem their questioned honor.

Melanippus, laughing enthusiatically, did not try to pursue anyone, his mare appearing at his side and moving close for a snuggle.

"Must be orgy season," Rumil commented thoughtfully to the Galadhrim sitting beside him. They nodded in agreement without comment.

Tiger returned to Haldir and threw herself on the ground with a big smile on her face. "Have fun?" he asked her.

With eyes burning bright, Tiger sat up and said, "Tiger has not had fun in a long time."

"No, I suppose you haven't," he agreed. For that one perfect moment, he leaned forward and kissed her, nothing sexual or demanding, just warm and gentle. Tiger smiled at him, and he had to do it again. Perfect moments didn't happen often and he didn't want to miss it.

As the night progressed and the centaur elders started telling their spooky stories to the children and their esteemed visitors. Celeborn loved a good spooky story as much as the children and with Glorfindel along as a backup, he made faces and played with the youngest colts and fillies of the tribe. Then it was his turn to tell stories, and he regaled them with stories of a noble elves fighting balrogs, brave sakas and a king of Gondor married to a beautiful elf princess.

Haldir obediently sat through Celeborn's stories with Tiger's back pressed to his body. She listened as eagerly as the children and made faces with them whenever a horrible monster appeared in the story. And when Glorfindel mentioned a brave jinn tiger, she smiled extra large.

"That's me," she whispered to Haldir who had reclined on his side.

"No?" he teased.

"Yes," she retorted playfully.

"Oh."

"Sshhh," Orophin shushed them. "Noble elves part is coming up."

Haldir looked back over his head at his brother and snapped, "Well, that leaves you out." Hearing Celeborn clear his throat, Haldir glanced back, saw the look of disapproval and said, "Forgive me, my lord. I think I will retire." Tiger's anxous face told him she wasn't ready to go to bed. "You can stay," he told her as he got up. "Just be quiet when you come to bed."

"I will," she promised and turned back to Celeborn. He told such good stories.
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Tiger crept into the tent trying not to wake Haldir up, but seeing him lying nude on their blankets made her pause. Master was beautiful with the light of the dying fire behind her.

"Why don't you join me?" he asked softly and opened his eyes.

Tiger did not need anymore incouragement. Boots, tunic and leggings eagerly came off, and when he rolled over on his back, she pounced. Settling on top of him, she played with his mouth, kissing and nibbling at his lower lip. She could feel him hardening down low and moved so she could enjoy the feel of him. She slipped against the hard maleness and growled softly. he felt so good, and his hands on her body were inflamatory. And Master was enjoying himself. Grabbing her waist, he arched his hips and was inside of her. Tiger threw her head back and rocked against him. AS the tension grew in her body, she moved faster and harder against him. It was perfect.