Celeborn's Nine - Riders of the Night

Author's note: I don't think the boys will do any bull leaping, but there are dark forces at work here, and some bad things are in store for oour merry little fellowship....and maybe some bull leaping of a different kind.

Any resemblance to a real myth is purely coincidental
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Tiger didn't mind the lodging house they were staying in, although Haldir complained of the fishy smell off and on, as did everyone else.

"Fish does not bother me," she said as they left the inn and returned to the Knossos street to have a better look around.

"It does not surprise me," Glorfindel remarked with an amused expression on his face. "I suppose it is possible to get used to it."

Elladan frowned. "I would rather not," he said as a small woman with exceptionally proud breasts passed by. "Although I could get used to that."

All of the Galadhrim nodded in agreement.

Deciding that bull leapers would be around bulls, they wandered back towards the bull pens to see if any 'leapers' were about, which was not as easy as it sounded, since they did not know what a leaper looked like. But they did hear the unmistakable bellow of an agitated bull coming from another pen and went to have a look at it.

Bull leapers! Two young men and a young woman, dressed only in tight blue kilts, were pacing around one very large, very agitated bull. The bull snorted and dropped its head, attacking one of the men. The moment it was close enough the young man placed his hands on the bulls horn casing and sprang forward. The bull, reacting instinctively, threw its head up, sending the man over its back.

The bull spun around, but the young woman distracted him by running past his head. This put him in position for another leap.

"Dangerous business, I would say," Haldir opined.

They were so intent on watching the young people work they bull, they almost didn't hear someone calling to Tiger. All turned around as one and smiled.

"Menelaus!" Tiger shouted as the Spartan prince, clad in a blue kilt, joined them.

"How are you, Tiger, and your masters?"

"We speak Hellenes quite well now, " Glorfindel announced proudly as the Spartan prince offered his arm.

"Excellent," the Spartan said with a genuine smile on his face.

"How did you know we were here?" Celeborn asked curiously.

"Lethos, the stableman, told me last night that there were some fair haired Daneans in town. I actually thought you were kinsmen at first," Menelaus explained. "But when I saw Tiger, I knew it had to be you."

"Well I for one am glad to meet a friendly face," Haldir spoke up. "Did you marry your princess?"

"Yes, she is waiting for me at home," Menelaus said with an almost embarrassed smile. "If I had not had business here, I can promise you I would not be away from her." Smiling at Glorfindel, he asked, "What brings you to Crete?"

"WE are looking for a young Theban named Argo," the elflord answered. "So far no one seems to know him."

"I have not heard of him, but I am only a visitor," Menelaus reminded him. "But some, surely someone must know of him. What did he do?"

"He was a bull leaper," Celeborn answered. "His mother sent us to bring him home."

"And we will be well paid if we are successful," Orophin spoke up.

"As you should be. Come."

Menelaus back up to the Minoan palace, where his grandfather held court. Entering the main hall, they were met by a beautiful young woman. "This is my kinswoman Ariadne," Menelaus introduced them.

Ariadne was a lovely with a thick mane of curly black hair and dark eyes, and her breasts were certainly one of her better features. Tiger did not like the way her master looked at them. And it did not make her any happier the way this Ariadne looked at her Hal-dear. This was not acceptible. She was about to say something with Glorfindel grabbed her arm and drew her back to him.

"Careful, dear," he mused in elfen. "You are starting to look like a jealous cat."

"Tiger is a cat," she growled softly when Master looked around and smiled at her.

"Don't be jealous," he chided her.

"You don't look," she hissed softly.

"I think you'd better take her," Glorfindel said and eased her back to Haldir.

"Is this the cat woman you told us about?" Ariadne asked Menelaus. "She does look a little catty."

Menelaus pursed his lips and then said, "Someone else sounds it."

Ariadne laughed, looked the other elves over, let her eyes rest on Glorfindel for a moment, and then said, "Come. We have refreshments."

Although Glorfindel noticed the princess' scrutiny, it was apparent she was attracted to Haldir even with Tiger giving her evil looks, and Tiger was giving her some very evil looks. A worrisome thought entered the elflord's mind; now that they were back in Hellenes, were they going to be bothered by the Olympians again? It was a terrible thought, but he found himself wishing to see Himerus again to find out what was going on.
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Menelaus convinced Lord Celeborn to move his little band of adventurers into the palace while he was there taking care of his grandfather's business, and it was over supper that night that the elves met the Queen Parsiphae, an incredible beauty, as divinely bred as her lord, who had the misfortune of being misled by the gods into mating with the bull of Poseidon. Of course none of this was said in front of her, but the Minotaur of the labyrinth was not a secret to anyone.

Glorfindel and Celeborn both cautioned the others to avoid gossip, that it was none of their business. What they were here for was a young Theban named Argo.

"Argo?" Ariadne asked from her couch opposite Glorfindel. "I'm not sure I know that name."

"He leaped bulls," Tiger explained curtly from her seat beside her Master. They had tried to give her her own couch, but with Creten princesses making eyes at her Master, she had to protect him. Haldir took it all in stride, although it did seem a little odd to him that the princess was overtly flirting with him when the others were unattached.

"A bull leaper?" Parsiphae repeated. "It is possible he is dead now. If you are too slow, you don't last long."

"Perhaps when grandfather returns, he will know more," Menelaus said optomistically. "Argo is not an unusual name, but I'm sure there aren't too many bull leapers named Argo."

After supper, they retired to the rooms offered to them by Menelaus, and Tiger was pleased that theirs had a small balcony overlooking the sea. But first she had to speak to Master about his conduct.

Sitting on the bed, and a very nice bed it was, she asked, "Master, do you want that woman?"

Haldir, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, answered, "No."

"Then why is she flirting with you?"

Haldir smiled. "I can not help it if women flirt with me."

She pounced, her hands on his breast as she stared down into his face. He could not help but open his eyes and look at her. "Truthfully Tiger, I can not help it," he explained. There was a look in Tiger's eye that told him he was about to be eaten if he wanted it. And that seemed like a perfectly good activity to him.

"Take your tunic off," he said and smiled as her eyes got that hot lusty look about them: she was so easy to arouse. Tiger sat up and pulled her tunic off, then her boots and leggings. There was nothing teasing about the way she did it; she was too honest with her emotions to be a tease, but he still liked watching her do it.

Stretching like her namesake, Tiger fixed her golden brown eyes on her master who was still in his boots and leggings. She growled softly and picked up his left foot and slipped the boot off. She picked up his right foot and pulled that boot off, dropping it on the floor with its mate. Then she moved up his body and unlaced his leggings. He could have helped her but didn't want to, although he did have to lift his hips so she could pull the leggings down.

Then Tiger scrutinized him in a way that made him wonder if she was going to eat him or EAT him. And when she leaned over and took him in her mouth, he was still debating it. But then she started that wonderful dragging pull on his cock. He thought she might quit and finish with a ride, but Tiger had closed her eyes and made herself comfortable between his legs, her body braced on his left thigh. It was exquisite torture, and she didn't appear to be in any big hurry. She kept that delicious sucking until he felt as if every nerve in his body was connected to his penis. She nuzzled his balls and even took them into her mouth one at a time. It was maddening.

Sliding her hand up and down the spit covered shaft, she had him writhing on the bed, and sometimes her golden brown eyes would peer up his body and look at his face. Drunk with passion, he did not notice her watching him. All he wanted to do was hit that peak and then fall off the summit.

He growled almost as loudly as Tiger when the exquisite pain of climax speared through his groin and up his body. He didn't want it to end, no man does really. Tiger did not release him until he brushed her fae with his hand.

"I need to rest a little, my sweet," he said and gazed down at her, her tawny brown hair hiding his groin as she rested her hands on his lower abdomen and looked up at him.

"Tiger knows," she answered and planted a light nibble on his flesh.

Haldir smiled. This was going to be a busy night.