OH yeah– and two that no one asked for but I knew you secretly needed
Throwback to Valentine’s Day Past when I decided y’all needed some soft elves in your lives.
// PSA, I will be returning home after the weekend, where I will once again have access to my tablet and boyfriend and privacy.
If you are waiting for a response from me, it is probably because I have been saving some of my meatier asks for when I’ve got all my wits and tools about me! Thank you for being patient until then. ❤
How about this, Lord? Does it fit your taste more? *cough* Keyword ’ yes, you would look lovely Adûnaphel ’ *cough, cough, cough* because we both know I would. *cough*
@adunxphel Yes, that’s more suitable. Though I daresay those heels will make walking across turf, mud, or sand rather impractical.
…You’re coughing a lot for an undead woman, is everything alright?
No. Nothing is alright. You did not tell me that I am lovely! It hurts. So much. *leans against his chest* But go on. Break even the shreds of my heart that are left. Go on. Why don’t you?
He laughs and takes her hands, turning her clockwise like a dancer until her back is facing him, and he holds her shoulders gently. “You do not need me or any man to tell you that, my dear,” he says, close to her ear. “That is a truth unalterable, and you carry it with you regardless of flattery. Now–” he releases her, tapping a finger against her lips with a hint of playfulness, “put your heart back together and we will measure you for battle-wear befitting a queen and tigress.”
A two part hammered high karat gold sheet ornamental element, presenting
an attractive sinuous design, perhaps from a garment or scabbard, with
small attachment holes along perimeter, from an important
Maotic-Scythian hoard purportedly found near the Black Sea.
Not surprised? By my ‘promotion’ or by my exile to this moldy island in the middle of an elvish swamp?
Don’t pretend as though you knew lord Melkor’s plans before I did, you glib little sky-rat. Like it or not, you’re stuck here just the same as me, so we may as well try to get along.
I’m merely surprised that our Lord would choose a smith to warm his bed at night. I mean I’ve heard the phrase ‘save an anvil and bang a smith’ but I didn’t think he’d take it quite as literally as that.
How very eloquent of you to call me a sky-rat, especially when you yourself are naught but a flea ridden beast.
Yet if you insist on maintaining this illusion of getting along, I assure you, I am more than capable. What would you have me do, I wonder? Shall I scratch behind your ears or should I fetch you a noldor bone first, hmm? Or shall I stroke your beard and tickle your stomach?
Ah, I understand. You think I am beneath him– a mere Maia of the forge, though the greatest of those. But who is Thuringwethil to decide who lord Melkor takes to bed? If I am unworthy of him, then doubly so art thou, a messenger.
And before you lay so much as a finger on me or call me ‘dog’, I will remind you that it was to my service you were given. This is not Angband– here, Iam lord, and there are none who outrank me.
Insult me again, and I need not even write to our Master before pulling the wings off you like a fly. Do I make myself clear?
Oh, I have heard your moans from the other side of the fortress. I don’t just believe you are, I know you are beneath him. As for myself, I do not believe that I could satisfy him as much as you or Gothmog could, though he would be prone to burning in a humanoid form.
No, my lord, indeed you are not a dog. You are a wolf, the finest wolf there is, when you’re not insulting me or eating my bats.
Now, now, Sauron there is no need for violent threats. If you wish to play at that game I would be more than willing to drain your form of its precious blood and leave you gasping for air.
However, I do not wish to leave Melkor’s bed cold and unattended and it wouldn’t be fun without you here to wind up.
You…! *sighs and rubs his forehead* Touché.
…For the wordplay alone, I will let your insubordinate attitude slide– Once, and once only! If this is to be a working relationship, you will be expected to do as you are told. Tol Sirion may be a god forsaken hole in the map of Beleriand, but our job here is nevertheless important. At least I pray it is, else I cannot imagine a reason for Lord Melkor to have sent me here, so far from his side.
Now if you’ll forgive me, lady Thuringwethil, I am in a foul mood. I do not wish to be here, minding this mosquito-ridden elf castle in the middle of a river, surrounded by swamp. I do not wish to be away from my forge, away from my Master, and away from the northern front. And I certainly did not wish to be thrown in with a courier who does not mind her manners.
But I apologize for the threats. It was uncivil of me.
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I have never ONCE eaten a bat, and well you know it. *huff*
I practiced using one of the ink pens in Clip Studio Paint for fun. I just wanted to draw some characters I have missed drawing and also try out some outfit ideas for Fingon and Maglor (I suck at sticking to outfits and then constantly draw new ones… which sometimes turn out really uninteresting. Gotta improve on that)
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