eyefire: (freefall ·)
(ᴍᴀɪʀᴏɴ) ◑ SAURON ([personal profile] eyefire) wrote 2014-10-15 03:33 pm (UTC)

Submitting to the careful brush of a thumbpad under the soft flesh of his eyes, they dull once more as he sinks back into himself, frustrated to be caged but very thoroughly distracted by the weight and presence of Melkor at his side. He steals a glance (or three), daring to slide his fingers over the hand that lingers by his face; smooth and strong, perhaps once crafted by they themselves and forgotten.

Drabwurld. The drab part, he wryly thinks, is easily understood. One needs no far-reaching, piercing Sight to see how it affects those over whom it would seek to cast dominion.

"Your might," he gently corrects him, "and my service."

Clasping to the hand in his, he also squeezes lightly around the waist ensnared by his warm arm.

"Return with me to my new tower when we leave this place, Barad-dûr in Mordor is a land where Men fear to tread, they think even one of the Maiar an unassailable force. If you would but join with me again, your servant will offer you all he has," thinking of the Rings of Power, he hesitates to add, "and all that is left of him."

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