Dec 23, 2018
"For what it's worth, the only one who decides who is worthy to be in your bed is you." ((Maltaril))
“Uh….thanks, Mal? Not too sure where that came from, but thanks all the same.”
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"For what it's worth, the only one who decides who is worthy to be in your bed is you." ((Maltaril))
“Uh….thanks, Mal? Not too sure where that came from, but thanks all the same.”
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“It’s a perfectly normal discussion to have.”
“I disagree! I have never in my life had a discussion like that!”
"I suppose you don't make these toys in custom finishes or colors?" ((Mal be like "asking for a friend nbd"))
“I absolutely do. What do ye want?”
"LISTEN THAT'S JUST MY OPINION-" { @oneringindarknessbindthem }
"Master, my elf is acting rather strange lately. I can't even call other people pretty anymore without him throwing an emotional fit."
“All elves are strange Maltaril,” Sauron answered, barely looking up at them from where he was bent over a map. “He’s jealous. It’s to be expected. He belongs to you. If anything it’s a show of loyalty. Though I imagine it can be annoying. I can have him punished if you wish?”
Perched on a railing, Lindethiel swung her legs as she peered down to the ground and the Orcs training in the yard below. From her height, she could see all of them, and she watched the different exercises as time crawled by painstakingly slow. She was bored. Staring at Orcish exercises was only so fun for so long.
She sang under her breath, a droll, slow, haunting beat that murmured in the ashen air between the clangs of steel below. “The bell has been raised from its watery grave. Hear its sepulchral tone. A call to all, pay heed the squall and turn yourself toward home.”
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"Please don't leave me..."
“My Lord?” Khamûlfrowns and tilts his head, confused. “I would never!”
"All I'm going to say is that anyone is going to need a ton of lube for a pineapple to fit up in there." ((maltarilohmygod))
“.....Don’t tell me you’re actually gonna do it.”