La Belle Dame Sans Merci
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,983
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
My Beloved
I am dedicating this work to Andreth because she taught me to appreciate a certain much maligned Tolkien character.
Disclaimer - The Professor owns these characters. I merely play with them.
She came to him as she always did at first a soft whisper in his mind. “My beloved.”
He could feel the burden of his responsibilities leaving him as his entire being focused on her. “My precious.”
As he waited, she appeared in front of him. The form she cloaked herself in was both fair and terrible. He gazed upon her as she prowled the room. She saw no need for garments to conceal her nakedness. For in her true form, she was unadorned. Yet simplicity was beauty.
Golden hair tumbled down her back in a careless tangle. He knew her skin would be cold to the touch until she had warmed herself by taking in the warmth of his body. She was curves and sinuous grace and all that was woman incarnate. In her eyes were the terrible depths of eternity and the darkness of the Void beyond the worlds.
She attracted and repelled, the One created by his hands. At times, he wondered whether the creation had surpassed the progenitor. Drawing closer he placed his hand on the small of her back. There was that perfect moment of attunement as they joined once again. It was rare indeed for them to be apart from one another. Even her brief walk around the room was an agony for him.
They stood in silence as he ran his fingers along the length of her spine. From the base of her neck to the small of her back were etched in Tengwar, the words he had spoken at the moment of her creation – Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
“Precious you are to me indeed my golden one.”
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Author Notes
This idea has been percolating around in my brain for a while now. I am a fan of the Witchblade comic book series and the idea of a sentient piece of jewelry has the potential to present some interesting quandaries. And after reading Whispers by Gilraen at Open Scrolls Archives, I had to put my own thoughts down on paper. As always, I am an ambitious sort of person and envision writing a series of standalone character studies that feature the temptation of various individuals because of their encounter with the One.
Disclaimer - The Professor owns these characters. I merely play with them.
She came to him as she always did at first a soft whisper in his mind. “My beloved.”
He could feel the burden of his responsibilities leaving him as his entire being focused on her. “My precious.”
As he waited, she appeared in front of him. The form she cloaked herself in was both fair and terrible. He gazed upon her as she prowled the room. She saw no need for garments to conceal her nakedness. For in her true form, she was unadorned. Yet simplicity was beauty.
Golden hair tumbled down her back in a careless tangle. He knew her skin would be cold to the touch until she had warmed herself by taking in the warmth of his body. She was curves and sinuous grace and all that was woman incarnate. In her eyes were the terrible depths of eternity and the darkness of the Void beyond the worlds.
She attracted and repelled, the One created by his hands. At times, he wondered whether the creation had surpassed the progenitor. Drawing closer he placed his hand on the small of her back. There was that perfect moment of attunement as they joined once again. It was rare indeed for them to be apart from one another. Even her brief walk around the room was an agony for him.
They stood in silence as he ran his fingers along the length of her spine. From the base of her neck to the small of her back were etched in Tengwar, the words he had spoken at the moment of her creation – Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
“Precious you are to me indeed my golden one.”
**********
Author Notes
This idea has been percolating around in my brain for a while now. I am a fan of the Witchblade comic book series and the idea of a sentient piece of jewelry has the potential to present some interesting quandaries. And after reading Whispers by Gilraen at Open Scrolls Archives, I had to put my own thoughts down on paper. As always, I am an ambitious sort of person and envision writing a series of standalone character studies that feature the temptation of various individuals because of their encounter with the One.