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Jul. 7th, 2005 02:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vulgarweedOn the occasion of birthdays, a double-drabble on the subject of a gift.
Title: The Gift
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Pairing: have gone by many names. We'll say Morgoth/Sauron
Rating: R, I think, for kinky suggestion
Words: 200 exactly, excluding title
“It is done. Does it please thee?”
The deep voice was mocking. The bracelet was not yet entirely cooled from the forge. Once bent around the strong upper arm, it would not easily move again.
It had a row of points, lining all around, spiring upwards, marking the skin where they brushed. There was a little blood now. Callouses would grow in time.
“I like it very much, my Lord,” said the slave with some defiance. He could in theory shape-shift himself free of any such thing, but his Master knew that he would not. He looked up into the face above him. The band was a small replica of His crown. The dark diadem’s three bright jewels hurt to gaze upon, but that was the price of looking into the eyes below, and it was well worthwhile.
“I shall call you Annatar,” laughed the chained Maia as the Vala's great hand caressed his blood- and tear-marked face. “And you are still He Who Arises in Might to me,” With daring Gorthaur caught one of the leather gloves that Melkor wore in his teeth and wrenched it off, taking fierce joy in the shock as he kissed the burned, scarred palm.
Title: The Gift
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Pairing: have gone by many names. We'll say Morgoth/Sauron
Rating: R, I think, for kinky suggestion
Words: 200 exactly, excluding title
“It is done. Does it please thee?”
The deep voice was mocking. The bracelet was not yet entirely cooled from the forge. Once bent around the strong upper arm, it would not easily move again.
It had a row of points, lining all around, spiring upwards, marking the skin where they brushed. There was a little blood now. Callouses would grow in time.
“I like it very much, my Lord,” said the slave with some defiance. He could in theory shape-shift himself free of any such thing, but his Master knew that he would not. He looked up into the face above him. The band was a small replica of His crown. The dark diadem’s three bright jewels hurt to gaze upon, but that was the price of looking into the eyes below, and it was well worthwhile.
“I shall call you Annatar,” laughed the chained Maia as the Vala's great hand caressed his blood- and tear-marked face. “And you are still He Who Arises in Might to me,” With daring Gorthaur caught one of the leather gloves that Melkor wore in his teeth and wrenched it off, taking fierce joy in the shock as he kissed the burned, scarred palm.
