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vulgarweedFor both Polyshipping Day and Halloween, I bring you
a 1,000-word PWP written entirely in rhyming couplets.
Sauron and Thuringwethil are summoned to their Master's throne to serve His pleasure - and they're not sure they'll survive it. Mind the warnings.
Smoothly now she changed her shape,
Sharp teeth upon her master’s nape,
“My lord, my Thu, what’s your command,
Kiss of my mouth, stroke of my hand,
My leathern wings, my silken thighs,
I’ll give my all to feel thee rise.”
She pricked his neck; he let her feed
It cost him nothing just to bleed,
Angband’s lieutenant, Sauron bright
Said, “Lady, we have a call tonight,
He’ll have us both before His throne,
He’ll have all our pleasures known.”
The Lay of Nasquë (Bondage) at AO3.
Clearly my case of Tolkien damage is highly advanced and irreversible. I found this a lot easier to write than one might think.
a 1,000-word PWP written entirely in rhyming couplets.
Sauron and Thuringwethil are summoned to their Master's throne to serve His pleasure - and they're not sure they'll survive it. Mind the warnings.
Smoothly now she changed her shape,
Sharp teeth upon her master’s nape,
“My lord, my Thu, what’s your command,
Kiss of my mouth, stroke of my hand,
My leathern wings, my silken thighs,
I’ll give my all to feel thee rise.”
She pricked his neck; he let her feed
It cost him nothing just to bleed,
Angband’s lieutenant, Sauron bright
Said, “Lady, we have a call tonight,
He’ll have us both before His throne,
He’ll have all our pleasures known.”
The Lay of Nasquë (Bondage) at AO3.
Clearly my case of Tolkien damage is highly advanced and irreversible. I found this a lot easier to write than one might think.
