For Melkor: A completely different Sauron from a (sorta) parallel universe finds himself abruptly transported to an Angband very similar to his own. Wandering the halls, he notices a strange bundle of greenery suspended from an archway. Stopping to examine it and wonder at its significance, he is interrupted by a sound of approaching footsteps that are VERY like those of his Lord.

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( I’m borrowing lucifers-cuvette’s Pandëverse Sauron for this meme… I’ll bring him right back, I promise!) 

I’m no lovecraftian horror, but I’ll wax gibbous for you if you stick around. *wink wonk* 

(Hella late meme) -Terrified mistletoe kiss-

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Brave Goldberry… Does your Tom know how far you’ve ventured from home? There are no fresh streams for you here, pretty one, and I’ve no sweet kisses to give in return. I wonder if you’ve only come to taunt me with your willful spirit, traipsing about wherever you please, smelling like the eternal Spring of Arda… What a daring little imp! Shall I reward your audacity, or snap you up like a glittering minnow for your blithe mockery? 

Ah, freedom for now, I deem— in keeping with the season of giving. 

The mistletoe hangs above Formenos’ gates. It is also made of jade and little pearls.

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“Well, well, well. What an auspicious time to come calling! Allow me to give your high princeliness a proper greeting for the season…”

(door slamming in 5….4….3….2…1…)

(One careful, mouth-avoiding kiss for Kor out of spite.)

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I WILL KILL YOU, YOU WARBLING ARSE FACE! I hopE YOU CHOKE ON YOUR EMBOUCHURE! GET YOUR FILTHY FLUTE-SUCKING LIPS OFF ME! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL WEDGE A CLARINET IN YOUR URETHRA! I HOPE YOU DIE IN A HARPSICHORD ACCIDENT! HELP! HEEELPPP!!!  

(for Melkor) The white berries caught his attention where they hung overhead. Langon glanced up, and then down to where his Master stood beneath the mistletoe. He sidled over. “Far be it from me to lend credence to a mortal custom,” he noted, “but this happened to be something I am pleased to offer in any case. So…” With that, he leaned in, pressing a bashful kiss against his Master’s golden cheek.

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Langon, what’s going on? Langon why are there berries? Langon explain this to me. Langon. LANGON. 

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