sathinfection
replied to your post “I heard the derrière you displayed in Númenor were your true…”
this booty will twice obliterated, once by sea once by blue
farewell twice beloved
sathinfection
replied to your post “I heard the derrière you displayed in Númenor were your true…”
this booty will twice obliterated, once by sea once by blue
farewell twice beloved
Commission for @sathinfection: The Priestess and Her Queen– R.Wesley Nipper
“ ’…History is unkind to women.‘ Rising to her feet, Míriel stood well over a head taller than Khunzildân.
‘Our hostess has a hedge maze—I will show you, if you would like. No one will follow us,’ Míriel said, and held out her hand. “
Tar-Míriel and the the high priestess of Melkor, Khunzildân for Sath’s fic, Not By The Hand of Man. :’) Thank you for being so patient while I worked on this!
sathinfection
replied to your post “`”
for a second i thought you were talking about melkor: a musical getting new songs
god i wish

Dearest Lady Sath, your sources betray you.
It is -wolves- I am historically fond of, not hounds; though I have found the company of certain beasts agreeable. This is a recent development (domesticated animals, as a phenomenon, are a recent development by my reckoning). Dogs are part of the world of Men, and it was not until I joined their company that I made favorable acquaintance with any. They were bred largely to hunt and guard against intruders; a set of abilities usually pitted against me and mine– as you well know, given your last question. I cannot decide if its tone is impertinent or naively generous; ought I be flattered by the assumption that I *let* the hound of Oromë win? Or is this mockery? I shall give you the benefit of the doubt.
I could waste a great deal of paper expounding on the nature of Maiar’s abilities (for Huan is indeed a Maia), and predestination, and the circumstances of our battle– but I will spare you the long treatise and simply say that continuing to fight would have been deeply disadvantageous to me. Tol Sirion was an important holding in North Beleriand and its loss was grievous, but not so much so that I was willing to stake my physical body on the chance of its recapture. In short, it was not a hill I was ready to die on. So, I fled. I did not throw the fight; Fate itself was against me, and if two of the Valar bowed to Luthien’s charms, a Maia like myself need not feel shame forever over such a defeat. Besides, Huan is dead, his houseless spirit fled back to his master in Aman, while I remain.
After all that, I fear I did not answer your question, Lady Sath. I’m partial to the aloof energy of the larger Spitzes; Shepherds I admire for their intelligence and loyalty; and a Molosser is a grand, imposing companion for a lord to keep at his side.
I hope I have satisfied your curiosity on this matter. Should you wish to make further inquiries, you should find me at the University of Umbar.
Yours,
The Emperor of the Eastern Kingdoms, Lord of Mordor and its Vassal States, Zîgur of the Temple of Freedom
~Ar-Anaškad Thû (Sauron)
P.S. Cats are lovely too.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HOBBITS ARE SO GREAT AAAAAAAAAAH :’D
THANK YOU FOR YOUR POST LET THE NERDING FLOW JOYOUSLY AND FOREVER *frolics in a happy pile of nerds* ❤