Celeborn's Nine - Riders of the Night
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
88
Views:
9,396
Reviews:
155
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
the snake maidens
Author's note: Liked that little thing with Celestial did you? One bite...that's all it would take
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Of course those who knew why the trip to Longma's keep had been made were a little surprised when Haldir saddled Horse for Tiger and helped her on his back. Tiger was crying and waving at Longma who was crying and waving back and promising to come visit. Even Dog was doing his part. It was a most touching scene if a little bewildering.
"Remind me why we came," Rumil told Orophin.
"Your guess is as good as mine," Orophin replied as Tiger and Dog rode past him.
"She talked him out of it," Glorfindel said as he also passed them. "Coming are you?"
Longma followed them out of the gate with her household and stood at the edge of the cliff watching them ride away. She kept waving until she was certain Tiger couldn't see her anymore. It was hard letting her go, and Haldir was right, Longma would have done everything in her power to keep her safe, but Tiger would have either grieved herself to death or more likely, she would have run away to find him.
At the bridge over the river, the dolphins appeared and everyone stopped to view them, and this time when Legolas put his hand down to touch one he did not jerk away. Even Gimli got up the courage to touch the smooth hard nose of one.
"It is a wonderous thing," he said and climbed on the small horse provided him.
Tiger waved good bye to the dolphins and even had Dog wave good-bye, although Dog wasn't so sure about the things in the water chattering at him.
For the next few hours it was pleasant riding, but late spring heat soon had them seeking the shelter of tree hidden places. No one was sleepy except Tiger who was 'catnapping' more, and it was only natural that some of them would get a bit restless waiting for the cool of the day and nightfall.
Glorfindel decided he would take a little walk with one of the Galadhrim bowmen. The countryside was green and fertile but by midsummer it would be brown and dry as the rains ended and summer heat took hold. From personal experience he knew this was snake country, bad snake country. The Galadhrim whose name was Jarna spotted a flock of white cranes flying overhead and pointed at them.
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"Tissss the warriorsssss who killed the naga king," the first cobra maiden said to her sisters as they viewed the two elves from their shelter in the brush.
"Human, not," another sister hissed softly.
"Human not," another sister agreed.
"What sssshall we do?" another asked.
"To kill or not?" another asked.
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Glorfindel stopped, his sharp ears detecting the movement in the brush nearby. Jarna readied his bow and waited for whatever it was to appear. And when it appeared, he lowered the bow and stared with an open mouth. A woman with black hair, jeweled eyes and a sleek nude body was standing before them. A moment later four other women appeared, all identical to the first.
"What do you make of this?" he asked Glorfindel.
"Snake maidens," Glorfindel answered having seen the four as cobras before they turned into the women.
"Are they safe?"
"That I do not know," Glorfindel admitted, although he certainly hoped they were safe. Supernatural women were very dangerous to unwary or unprotected males.
"You killed the Naga king," one of the maidens spoke up, her voice a soft hiss.
Glorfindel arched a fine brow and whispered back to Jarna, "Our reputation procedes us." Then to the snake maiden, he said, "It was the dragon who killed the Naga king, not us."
"You summoned the dragon."
No point in arguing. "What do you want?"
The five snake maidens approached Glorfindel and Jarna, their unusual eyes glittering like copper laced with gold. "To kill or not to kill," the first one said and studied Glorfindel with an eye that saw him both as meat and as lover.
"We can defend ourselves," Glorfindel told them and indicated the sword at his back.
"Can you?" she asked and looked up into his face. Fair skinned men were unheard of in her world, and golden hair; it was the first she had ever seen. "Are you as fair all over?"
All over? Odd question, Glorfindel thought. "Yes, I am," he replied. "Are you going to kill me?"
"Not sure," she answered as one of her sisters paid Jarna the same attention. Only Jarna had allowed her to touch him, and now she was exerting some sort of control over him. Two of her sisters were taking his bow from him while the another was removing his tunic. Jarna was either going to be killed or seduced, at the moment Glorfindel couldn't say for certain. He also did not notice the fifth sister behind him until she touched him on the side of the throat. A rush of desire raced through his veins as she circled him. It was so hot it felt as if he was being scalded. The snake maidens had no need of weapons.
"Now we decide," the first snake maiden said and ripped Glorfindel's tunic open. Glorfindel trembled as she leaned forward and licked his skin. Her tongue felt thick and soft and damp, but it also ended in a point. He shuddered even harder when that soft tongue brushed his nipples. Then she bit down; not enough to bring blood, but enough to have his absolute attention.
The snake maidens wove their spells and created a world that neither Glorfindel nor Jarna could escape from unless they chose to let them go. Deep beneath the ground in a cool cavern the women who were snakes tasted elf flesh for the first time.
On a silken bed, Glorfindel found himself being controlled exquisitely by them. They all wanted a taste, a touch, a lick; they wanted to kiss him, deep and hungrily, licking the back of his teeth and tasting the salt at his throat. One, unable to stop herself, bit down and drew hot blood. Deep in the throes of the arousal, it was just one more sensation. And those soft tongues lapped at the blood that flowed from his throat. Keeping him aroused kept the blood hot and sweet.
Jarna was being treated to the same tender care.
Somewhere in his fevered thoughts, Glorfindel realized they had chosen to kill them. What an intersting way to die, he thought. Would the most perfect climax be their last emotion, thier last sensation?
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Of course those who knew why the trip to Longma's keep had been made were a little surprised when Haldir saddled Horse for Tiger and helped her on his back. Tiger was crying and waving at Longma who was crying and waving back and promising to come visit. Even Dog was doing his part. It was a most touching scene if a little bewildering.
"Remind me why we came," Rumil told Orophin.
"Your guess is as good as mine," Orophin replied as Tiger and Dog rode past him.
"She talked him out of it," Glorfindel said as he also passed them. "Coming are you?"
Longma followed them out of the gate with her household and stood at the edge of the cliff watching them ride away. She kept waving until she was certain Tiger couldn't see her anymore. It was hard letting her go, and Haldir was right, Longma would have done everything in her power to keep her safe, but Tiger would have either grieved herself to death or more likely, she would have run away to find him.
At the bridge over the river, the dolphins appeared and everyone stopped to view them, and this time when Legolas put his hand down to touch one he did not jerk away. Even Gimli got up the courage to touch the smooth hard nose of one.
"It is a wonderous thing," he said and climbed on the small horse provided him.
Tiger waved good bye to the dolphins and even had Dog wave good-bye, although Dog wasn't so sure about the things in the water chattering at him.
For the next few hours it was pleasant riding, but late spring heat soon had them seeking the shelter of tree hidden places. No one was sleepy except Tiger who was 'catnapping' more, and it was only natural that some of them would get a bit restless waiting for the cool of the day and nightfall.
Glorfindel decided he would take a little walk with one of the Galadhrim bowmen. The countryside was green and fertile but by midsummer it would be brown and dry as the rains ended and summer heat took hold. From personal experience he knew this was snake country, bad snake country. The Galadhrim whose name was Jarna spotted a flock of white cranes flying overhead and pointed at them.
......................................................................................................
"Tissss the warriorsssss who killed the naga king," the first cobra maiden said to her sisters as they viewed the two elves from their shelter in the brush.
"Human, not," another sister hissed softly.
"Human not," another sister agreed.
"What sssshall we do?" another asked.
"To kill or not?" another asked.
......................................................................................................
Glorfindel stopped, his sharp ears detecting the movement in the brush nearby. Jarna readied his bow and waited for whatever it was to appear. And when it appeared, he lowered the bow and stared with an open mouth. A woman with black hair, jeweled eyes and a sleek nude body was standing before them. A moment later four other women appeared, all identical to the first.
"What do you make of this?" he asked Glorfindel.
"Snake maidens," Glorfindel answered having seen the four as cobras before they turned into the women.
"Are they safe?"
"That I do not know," Glorfindel admitted, although he certainly hoped they were safe. Supernatural women were very dangerous to unwary or unprotected males.
"You killed the Naga king," one of the maidens spoke up, her voice a soft hiss.
Glorfindel arched a fine brow and whispered back to Jarna, "Our reputation procedes us." Then to the snake maiden, he said, "It was the dragon who killed the Naga king, not us."
"You summoned the dragon."
No point in arguing. "What do you want?"
The five snake maidens approached Glorfindel and Jarna, their unusual eyes glittering like copper laced with gold. "To kill or not to kill," the first one said and studied Glorfindel with an eye that saw him both as meat and as lover.
"We can defend ourselves," Glorfindel told them and indicated the sword at his back.
"Can you?" she asked and looked up into his face. Fair skinned men were unheard of in her world, and golden hair; it was the first she had ever seen. "Are you as fair all over?"
All over? Odd question, Glorfindel thought. "Yes, I am," he replied. "Are you going to kill me?"
"Not sure," she answered as one of her sisters paid Jarna the same attention. Only Jarna had allowed her to touch him, and now she was exerting some sort of control over him. Two of her sisters were taking his bow from him while the another was removing his tunic. Jarna was either going to be killed or seduced, at the moment Glorfindel couldn't say for certain. He also did not notice the fifth sister behind him until she touched him on the side of the throat. A rush of desire raced through his veins as she circled him. It was so hot it felt as if he was being scalded. The snake maidens had no need of weapons.
"Now we decide," the first snake maiden said and ripped Glorfindel's tunic open. Glorfindel trembled as she leaned forward and licked his skin. Her tongue felt thick and soft and damp, but it also ended in a point. He shuddered even harder when that soft tongue brushed his nipples. Then she bit down; not enough to bring blood, but enough to have his absolute attention.
The snake maidens wove their spells and created a world that neither Glorfindel nor Jarna could escape from unless they chose to let them go. Deep beneath the ground in a cool cavern the women who were snakes tasted elf flesh for the first time.
On a silken bed, Glorfindel found himself being controlled exquisitely by them. They all wanted a taste, a touch, a lick; they wanted to kiss him, deep and hungrily, licking the back of his teeth and tasting the salt at his throat. One, unable to stop herself, bit down and drew hot blood. Deep in the throes of the arousal, it was just one more sensation. And those soft tongues lapped at the blood that flowed from his throat. Keeping him aroused kept the blood hot and sweet.
Jarna was being treated to the same tender care.
Somewhere in his fevered thoughts, Glorfindel realized they had chosen to kill them. What an intersting way to die, he thought. Would the most perfect climax be their last emotion, thier last sensation?