Celeborn's Nine - Riders of the Night
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
88
Views:
9,691
Reviews:
155
Recommended:
0
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Eomer's tiger
Author's note: you don't think Tiger over reacted? Just being silly here. Thanks for the revues.
short chaper.
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Eomer had the tiger woman taken to his tent and her hands tied before releasing her. Now staring at her lying at his feet while he sat, he couldn't help but wonder how such a creature came to be lost in Rohan. Quite simply she was magnificent, a true predator but one that seemed to be overwhelmed by sorrow. It clung to her like a thick cloud.
She looked at him with golden eyes that threatened to brim over with tears, and that softened his heart. He quickly forgot that she was a destroyer of livestock.
Tiger studied the man king and saw something kind in his eyes. She was desperate for kindness. Crawling to him, she laid her forehead against his boot in total submission. Please let him be kind. He smelled of horse and leather and human sweat, but to a tiger that was not unpleasant. When his hand stroked the top of her head, she looked up, the silver tears falling unheeded.
"Who are you?" he asked gently.
Tiger lowered her eyes and said nothing. Talking had become too complicated and she didn't want to do it anymore. He cupped her chin and made her look at him. He was a handsome human with dark eyes and hair that was bleached out by days in the sun. All she wanted was kindness. Please let him be kind to Tiger.
Eomer decided he wasn't going to take any chances and waved his steward over. "Find me a tiger skin," he said, "and get it back to Edoras as quickly as possible. Get the word out that we killed the tiger."
"Yes, my king," the man said and touched his hand to his heart.
"And tell everyone we are returning once it is dark," he ordered and then looked down at the tiger woman. "You will like my home better than where you have been living, I promise."
Tiger rubbed her face against his knee. When she closed her eyes, she pretended it was Master. Eomer's eyes took on a dark shine. He wondered what kind of woman this tiger woman was going to be. Her sexuality was almost as strong as her grief. He would give her some time, but he meant to sample her other passions.....
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Elrohir and Elladan were visiting a small tavern on the border of Rohan and Gondor when they overheard a man talking about King Eomer's great tiger hunt and how the king had killed the cat that had been ravaging the countryside. Intrigued by the talk, the brothers listened awhile and then decided to check it out for themselves. There was only one tiger in Rohan and Gondor that they knew of, and they couldn't imagine her falling to Eomer.
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Elves were not entirely alien to Rohan, and Eomer always considered himself on good terms with them, but there was something decidely amiss about Celeborn's grandsons showing up and asking about the tiger hunt. Still, being hospitable, the king invited them to dine with him and then had one of his men tell in detail the story of the tiger hunt. The twins listened politely and didn't show any reaction until Thelanor, the steward, brought out a tiger skin. The brothers literally looked horrified and even found they had lost their appetite. Elves were supposed to be good at suppressing their emotions, but it took them several minutes to regain their composure, which told Eomer a lot.
Instead of staying the night, the brothers mounted up and headed for home. Tehy quite simply looked devastated.
"He skinned her," Elladan whispered remorsefully as they disappeared into the night. "How could he have skinned her?"
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Eomer entered his bed chambers where the tiger woman was kept chained to his bed. He had not lain with her yet, but he meant to. Sitting on it, he studied her and asked, "Were you with Celeborn?" She looked up at the name. He brushed her hair back and said, "Why won't you talk to me? Haven't I been kind to you?" She closed her eyes and leaned her face into his caressing hand. "What happened to you?" She looked at him and silver tears clouded in her eyes, but instead of drawing back as she had done for the past month, she rubbed his hand with her cheek. "I don't know what to call you," he explained, wanting to remove the sadness from her beautiful face.
"Call me Tiger," she said and then nothing more.
Eomer nodded and ran his thumb over her full lower lip, wondering what it would be like to kiss her. He bent over and touched his lips to hers,and her mouth opened to accept his tongue. At some time, she had been someone's lover, but he didn't want to imagine who. But when he freed her hands, and she touched his face, she kept her eyes shut. He wondered who she was imagining.
She climbed on the bed with him, and her hands were skilled in the fine art of making love. She knew just how to touch him to make him tremble with desire. And when they were bare skin to bare skin, she laid him back and kissed his ear, her hot breath sending tremors through him. She nuzzled his throat and ran her tongue over the throbbing vein. But not once did she open her eyes. And when she ran her face over his hairy breast, she seemed puzzled momentarily. Then she bit one of his nipples and made him jump. But nothing compared to the sheer madness of having Tiger take him deep into her throat. No one had ever taken him in her mouth before. She licked and sucked him until he exploded.
"Give me a minute," he whispered breathlessly and stroked her head, "and I will see to you."
Tiger looked at him and sighed deeply. She didn't care.
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The twins were beside themselves when they arrived back at Rivendell. Glorfindel, outside when they showed up, read the concerned expressions on their face and followed them to the stables.
"He killed her," Elladam said as he unsaddled his horse. "Had her skin brought out to show us."
Glorfindel looked aghast. "I don't think we should tell Haldir," the elf lord said remorsefully and squeezed his eyes hut tight. Haldir was behind him, he could see it in the eyes of the twins.
"Tell me what?" Haldir asked curiously, his smile deceiving no one. Haldir had become something of a bastard towards humans in general of late, particularly human females who found him attractive. He would seduce them and then find someway to betray them. One young woman had even been thrown out of her home because she had slept with him...an elf. Haldir had told her that that was the price for "fucking an elf". And Glorfindel had once more been left to pick up the pieces. "Tell me what?" he repeated pleasantly.
"King Eomer killed a tiger," Elrohir said. "He showed us its skin."
Haldir's smile faded briefly and then returned, but there was no lying to his friends. Tiger was dead. Had to be her, no other tigers in Rohan or Gondor. A vice of pain squeezed his heart. He turned away and strode back outside. Crushing his forehead with his hands, he yelled and cursed until he could do neither. Full of self loathing, he wondered if it was possible to undo Tiger's gift to him. IF he could release her soul from his and go to hell with Agaz.
When he could vent no more grief, he fell in the dirt and laid there exhausted. If Tiger was dead, why did he still 'feel' her on the edges of his mind? Was that to be his punishment forever? Always aware of her?
short chaper.
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Eomer had the tiger woman taken to his tent and her hands tied before releasing her. Now staring at her lying at his feet while he sat, he couldn't help but wonder how such a creature came to be lost in Rohan. Quite simply she was magnificent, a true predator but one that seemed to be overwhelmed by sorrow. It clung to her like a thick cloud.
She looked at him with golden eyes that threatened to brim over with tears, and that softened his heart. He quickly forgot that she was a destroyer of livestock.
Tiger studied the man king and saw something kind in his eyes. She was desperate for kindness. Crawling to him, she laid her forehead against his boot in total submission. Please let him be kind. He smelled of horse and leather and human sweat, but to a tiger that was not unpleasant. When his hand stroked the top of her head, she looked up, the silver tears falling unheeded.
"Who are you?" he asked gently.
Tiger lowered her eyes and said nothing. Talking had become too complicated and she didn't want to do it anymore. He cupped her chin and made her look at him. He was a handsome human with dark eyes and hair that was bleached out by days in the sun. All she wanted was kindness. Please let him be kind to Tiger.
Eomer decided he wasn't going to take any chances and waved his steward over. "Find me a tiger skin," he said, "and get it back to Edoras as quickly as possible. Get the word out that we killed the tiger."
"Yes, my king," the man said and touched his hand to his heart.
"And tell everyone we are returning once it is dark," he ordered and then looked down at the tiger woman. "You will like my home better than where you have been living, I promise."
Tiger rubbed her face against his knee. When she closed her eyes, she pretended it was Master. Eomer's eyes took on a dark shine. He wondered what kind of woman this tiger woman was going to be. Her sexuality was almost as strong as her grief. He would give her some time, but he meant to sample her other passions.....
..........................................................................................................
Elrohir and Elladan were visiting a small tavern on the border of Rohan and Gondor when they overheard a man talking about King Eomer's great tiger hunt and how the king had killed the cat that had been ravaging the countryside. Intrigued by the talk, the brothers listened awhile and then decided to check it out for themselves. There was only one tiger in Rohan and Gondor that they knew of, and they couldn't imagine her falling to Eomer.
........................................................................................
Elves were not entirely alien to Rohan, and Eomer always considered himself on good terms with them, but there was something decidely amiss about Celeborn's grandsons showing up and asking about the tiger hunt. Still, being hospitable, the king invited them to dine with him and then had one of his men tell in detail the story of the tiger hunt. The twins listened politely and didn't show any reaction until Thelanor, the steward, brought out a tiger skin. The brothers literally looked horrified and even found they had lost their appetite. Elves were supposed to be good at suppressing their emotions, but it took them several minutes to regain their composure, which told Eomer a lot.
Instead of staying the night, the brothers mounted up and headed for home. Tehy quite simply looked devastated.
"He skinned her," Elladan whispered remorsefully as they disappeared into the night. "How could he have skinned her?"
.............................................................................
Eomer entered his bed chambers where the tiger woman was kept chained to his bed. He had not lain with her yet, but he meant to. Sitting on it, he studied her and asked, "Were you with Celeborn?" She looked up at the name. He brushed her hair back and said, "Why won't you talk to me? Haven't I been kind to you?" She closed her eyes and leaned her face into his caressing hand. "What happened to you?" She looked at him and silver tears clouded in her eyes, but instead of drawing back as she had done for the past month, she rubbed his hand with her cheek. "I don't know what to call you," he explained, wanting to remove the sadness from her beautiful face.
"Call me Tiger," she said and then nothing more.
Eomer nodded and ran his thumb over her full lower lip, wondering what it would be like to kiss her. He bent over and touched his lips to hers,and her mouth opened to accept his tongue. At some time, she had been someone's lover, but he didn't want to imagine who. But when he freed her hands, and she touched his face, she kept her eyes shut. He wondered who she was imagining.
She climbed on the bed with him, and her hands were skilled in the fine art of making love. She knew just how to touch him to make him tremble with desire. And when they were bare skin to bare skin, she laid him back and kissed his ear, her hot breath sending tremors through him. She nuzzled his throat and ran her tongue over the throbbing vein. But not once did she open her eyes. And when she ran her face over his hairy breast, she seemed puzzled momentarily. Then she bit one of his nipples and made him jump. But nothing compared to the sheer madness of having Tiger take him deep into her throat. No one had ever taken him in her mouth before. She licked and sucked him until he exploded.
"Give me a minute," he whispered breathlessly and stroked her head, "and I will see to you."
Tiger looked at him and sighed deeply. She didn't care.
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
The twins were beside themselves when they arrived back at Rivendell. Glorfindel, outside when they showed up, read the concerned expressions on their face and followed them to the stables.
"He killed her," Elladam said as he unsaddled his horse. "Had her skin brought out to show us."
Glorfindel looked aghast. "I don't think we should tell Haldir," the elf lord said remorsefully and squeezed his eyes hut tight. Haldir was behind him, he could see it in the eyes of the twins.
"Tell me what?" Haldir asked curiously, his smile deceiving no one. Haldir had become something of a bastard towards humans in general of late, particularly human females who found him attractive. He would seduce them and then find someway to betray them. One young woman had even been thrown out of her home because she had slept with him...an elf. Haldir had told her that that was the price for "fucking an elf". And Glorfindel had once more been left to pick up the pieces. "Tell me what?" he repeated pleasantly.
"King Eomer killed a tiger," Elrohir said. "He showed us its skin."
Haldir's smile faded briefly and then returned, but there was no lying to his friends. Tiger was dead. Had to be her, no other tigers in Rohan or Gondor. A vice of pain squeezed his heart. He turned away and strode back outside. Crushing his forehead with his hands, he yelled and cursed until he could do neither. Full of self loathing, he wondered if it was possible to undo Tiger's gift to him. IF he could release her soul from his and go to hell with Agaz.
When he could vent no more grief, he fell in the dirt and laid there exhausted. If Tiger was dead, why did he still 'feel' her on the edges of his mind? Was that to be his punishment forever? Always aware of her?