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Post by Darth Fingon on Jan 13, 2009 20:26:04 GMT -6
Happy birthday, Morgeth! I wrote a real actual 100-word drabble just for you.
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"Sir? What is it?" said Sauron, and Morgoth cringed inwardly. He thought nobody was in this deserted tunnel at Angband. Curse Sauron's insight at always knowing where he was!
"Nothing, Sauron," he said but his voice was shaky.
Sauron sighed and came to sit beside him on a big dull black rock. He put his arm around Morgoth's shoulders. "It's Maedhros again, isn't it. He keeps threatening to kill you ever since he escaped."
Morgoth didn't answer but something in the way he slumped over more made Sauron know he was right.
"Don't worry, Morgoth. I'm here for you. Always."
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Post by Moreth on Jan 14, 2009 2:13:58 GMT -6
Yay!!! Thank you ;D That's so sweet. I'm deeply moved  |
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Post by DrummerWench on Jan 14, 2009 15:29:39 GMT -6
That's just fabulously, memorably awful! Excellent!
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Post by Moreth on Jan 15, 2009 17:02:27 GMT -6
You can feel Morgeoth cringe away at the creepy Sauron 'over-protective' part...
Isn't it... nice
*Coughs* Okay. I'll stop being 'so deeply moved'...
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Post by elfscribe on Jan 15, 2009 21:38:57 GMT -6
;D Is that big bad Maedhros putting a damper on Morgoth's day again?
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Post by Darth Fingon on Jan 15, 2009 22:17:51 GMT -6
;D Is that big bad Maedhros putting a damper on Morgoth's day again? He's such a poo-head. |
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Post by crowdaughter on Jan 16, 2009 17:28:38 GMT -6
"Don't worry, Morgoth. I'm here for you. Always." *Snort* Very nice!  Now, we just need a hapless balrog stumble over them in that pose, and we know why Durin's Bane took refuge in Moria...  |
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Post by oshun on Jan 16, 2009 19:22:19 GMT -6
That's fabulous.
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Post by Darth Fingon on Feb 13, 2009 15:41:57 GMT -6
Happy Birthday, Pandë! Since your birthday coincides with Badslash Friday, I think this calls for something extra-stupid.
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"Noooooooo!" cried Sauron as Celebrimbor mercilessly raped him for the ninth time. He started to think that maybe somewhere along the line things had gone horribly wrong. It was never supposed to be like this!
"Silence, slave!" Celebrimbor shouted. He slapped Sauron across the head and pounded even harder into his tender backside.
Sauron stifled a sob and when it was all over, curled up on the floor and cried like an Elfling. He regretted the day he ever came to Eregion. He had only wanted to help, but then, overcome by blossoming love for the handsome grandson of Feanor, things had taken a turn for the worse. After the end of the first age he had been so ashamed of what he did under Morgoth's command that he vowed to only use his powers for good. It was his idea to make the rings of power as a symbol of friendship for all the races of Middle Earth but that dream was now dead.
He looked up at the tall body towering over him, the body that used to be his before Celebrimbor used his dark Noldor magic to switch their bodies. Now he was trapped in Celebrimbor's body and Celebrimbor had forced a special collar to put around his neck that made it impossible for him to use his Maiar powers. He had become just like a regular Elf while Celebrimbor was the most powerful sorcerer in the world!
Celebrimbor gave an evil laugh as his stood with the one ring gleaming on his finger. "Now I am strong enough to take over the world!" he roared. "I, the grandson of the greatest Elf who ever lived: Feanor! Everyone will obey my rule!"
"No, please!" wept Sauron. "The rings must only be used for the powers of good! Otherwise you risk destroying the whole world!"
But Celebrimbor only laughed and kicked Sauron in the face. "That is my plan, fool! All the world will bow to me or be destroyed! And even better," he added, "everyone will think this is your doing! The name of Sauron will go down in history a the great villain of the second age!"
"Nooooooo!" Sauron cried again. This was the worst thing imaginable... even worse than Celebrimbor's perverted tortures. He only wanted to do good, and now his name and reputation would be tarnished forever!
Celebrimbor gave another evil laugh before sweeping out of the room with his long black cloak and leaving Sauron alone in the corner, weeping over his terrible dark fate...
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Post by jael on Feb 13, 2009 17:46:25 GMT -6
That's putting it mildly. ;D
ROFL -- good thing Sauron doesn't know what's coming next . . .
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Post by pandemonium on Feb 13, 2009 20:24:19 GMT -6
Happy Birthday, Pandë! Since your birthday coincides with Badslash Friday, I think this calls for something extra-stupid. Oh, god, that's hilarious! Crying like an Elfling! Dark Noldor magic! The special collar! The long black cloak! But...but where's the dog biscuit?  Thanks so much, Darth! This is so, well, baaaaaaad! |
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Post by oshun on Feb 13, 2009 20:49:23 GMT -6
That is just so wrong on so many levels! I'll never been able to write Badslash Friday again without being intimidated. You really outdid yourself with this one.
"...mercilessly raped him for the ninth time. He started to think that maybe somewhere along the line things had gone horribly wrong." Even I would have been thinking before then!
Awesome story!
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