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A muffled scream escaped Erestor’s lips before he immediately punched out at the tall figure in front of him. “How dare you!” he screamed out, still hitting at his chest. “Do you have any idea who I am?!”
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send 💕 to just grab my muse & kiss them!
A muffled scream escaped Erestor’s lips before he immediately punched out at the tall figure in front of him. “How dare you!” he screamed out, still hitting at his chest. “Do you have any idea who I am?!”
lordofbarad-dur replied to your post:Why does your elf have a beard?
A beard you say?
Yes, as in hair growing from the chin.
After a long day, Saeltalagn retired to the library of Ost-in-Edhil, wishing to retire for several hours within the books there before heading to rest. He had already memorized where all the books were in there, for his visits were very frequent. The conversation with Gulvilam about leaving Ost-in-Edhil earlier that day kept running over in his head, feeling already a twinge of regret of giving in to Gulvilam’s wishes and agreeing they could both stay. He did not trust this Annatar, the way he smiled seemed not so pure- more serpentine, and his voice too velvety. But he brushed it off- if Gulvilam trusted him, even the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, then he was likely imagining things. Still, he felt shadow over his mind and heart near him.
He was in front of the shelves, his arms full of several books to go through, when he felt the presence of another. He turned his head to see this Annatar there himself, and he had a feeling he would not get the peace he wanted that evening.
"May I help you?" He asked, his voice not as gentle as he may have liked, though he schooled his face to one more pleasant.
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omg -rolls about-
The swirly sign.
6. describe a sexual fantasy.
He couldn’t help the blush that colored his cheeks as he confessed. “Well… I have imagined myself with you and Master Melkor… a-at the same time. One would take me, the other could have my mouth.” He looked away bashfully, biting his lip a little.
Suck my Dick.
*instantly sinks to his knees* Yes, master.
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*bows* Welcome, my lord.