A question, if you please m’lord Sauron? What would you do if a little Hobbit lass you were fond of just happened to turn up, bound and quite helpess, on the doorstep to your forge?

What, Poppy? I would cut her loose immediately and find who had dared to accost a guest of mine and rain hell upon them! …Unless she had simply tangled herself in the knitting again. Then I would roll her into a basket and let her rethink her choices. 

for Sauron: I have heard you have a long-thwarted yearning to tie up your master and fuck him senseless, a thing you have longed to do, made impossible by his encounter with Angainor…

How you came to know such a thing, let alone how it spread to rumor, is a troubling mystery— I have never spoken of these desires except in confidence. 

But I cannot tell you that it is untrue. Not though it pains my heart to say so.

It is no secret that I have such appetites; to bend a thrall or a playmate to my will is indescribably thrilling— but you must understand that even if I were to put Melkor in chains beneath me, he would still be my Master. It would be an act of service. I would have it no other way. I love him.

What is more… ah— it is a complex matter. But I would be doing so not to satisfy some lust of mine, but rather to unlock a wicked memory and break its power to hurt my beloved, to alchemize his pain into a sense of comfort and pleasure. 

The scars of four ages in bonds have not left him. He may never recover the body he had before his imprisonment… that is why I hope to help him come to bear the body he has, and love it for what it is.

But it is a difficult thing for Melkor. He is a Vala, the most tempestuous and mercurial of them all. He is unused to inertia, to wearing a single flesh, to weakness.

He has not yet allowed me to …

He has not wished to confront his weakness. It is easier, I think, to gaze upon the reflection of the Silmarils in his mirrors, and escape the pain, rather than learn to bear it. 

I hope that once this war is won, we will have the leisure to explore the bodied realm together. Then he may suffer me to bind him, and please him, and in restricting him, pacify his shame and rage. 

“Lord Sauron, I’ve heard you’re in the habit of giving… personal rewards to those of your subjects who please you. *hastily clears throat* And for Lord Melkor, I’ve heard the greater part of Húrin’s curse was having the best seat in all Angband to hear your lovemaking.”

“That depends on the servant, and the service provided. Some who please me are rewarded only with an easy death, others with gifts of gold– and yes, some with sweeter things. Those who offer their lives and their kin’s lives in service are treated as valued soldiers. It is not unknown for me to find worthy companions amongst their number. But they must earn their place.”  ~S

“Even -I- am not so loud… Húrin witnessed only what I bade him witness, and I do not invite my enemies into bedchamber to see my unguarded moments. If he DID hear me take my pleasure, it was as a show to taunt and humiliate him– not because I allowed eavesdropping.” ~M

Well I heard that Sauron douses himself in honey for viewing and tasting pleasure and that Melkor secretly likes tiny cute things…

Ah, I must correct you! It is lord Melkor who enjoys eating honey raw from the comb! And as he eats hastily and with great relish… while making a great show of licking himself and moaning, it often… ah, spills over onto his… chest… and…thighs… 

I…

E-excuse me a moment. 

(melkor) that u ejaculate nightmares and/or shadows. when u are in the mood for ejaculating, i mean. and that that’s where nightmares come from?? pitch black spreads weird rumours…

What a fascinating rumor!

If it’s true, then most nightmares have already been swallowed… 

They say you, Lord Sauron, you have had in your bed two generation of Feanor’s descendants. How was it? Are they fiery as they are rumoured to be?

Ah, in this, rumor outstrips even my prodigious achievements! 

My -bed- has seen only one Fëanorian. 

As for my anvil, my rack, my whips, and my loins… well, that is another matter.

I’ve heard, Sauron, that you consider the thralls of Angband your larder – both sexually and in the traditional sense.

I have trouble enough keeping track of which ones have been eaten or moved to the courtesan quarters without adding to my bookkeeping troubles! 

My authority allows me to decide how many thralls each industry is allotted, and if any have exceptional skills that would be squandered on hard labor, I may reappoint them, or even elevate them to positions of ease and trust. But in very rare cases do I allow them to be eaten. Ore does not mine itself, nor mills turn, nor furnaces fuel, nor mortar mix.

Wasted resources I do not abide. 

Rumour has it that you are enjoying your lessons with Feanor a bit too much, Melkor.

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I don’t know WHAT you’re talking about. What lessons with Fëanor? Why would -I- need to LEARN anything? What could an ELF possibly teach me? I’m the Mighty Arising, I know everything worth knowing already, obviously. 

((I will kill you later if you say another word))

I heard that Thangorodrim is Melkor’s way of compensating for small genitals!

Why should I need to compensate for their smallness? How ridiculous would they look if they dangled and flopped about like a pair of rabbit ears? 

Pray tell, WHICH creature praises labia so long and cumbersome? ….Or were you referring to one of my other sexes? 

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