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Last Stand by Luis Uzcategui

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Middle-Earth by  Craig Elliott

1.  Fall of Gil-Galad

2.  Éowyn Shieldmaiden

3.  Gandalf

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Schlocktober day 9: Last time (Grishnakh x Witchking)

This would be the last time. The Witchking of Angmar, first of the Nazgul, had decided so, long before the orc had arrived. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was a king and the orc a mere commander. It also had nothing to do with the fact that Khamul had begun to call him the Bitch-King behind his back. Not at all! It was simply a matter of... time. Yes. The Witchking did no longer have time for this little fling.

"The messenger will arrive by dawn", an orc, the witchking beleived he was called Gorbag, informed him, before swiftly slipping away. The fist of the Nazgul buried his hooded head in his hands. No, this time he would break things off with his special, little orc. Maybe he would give him one more, beautiful gift to soften the blow of his rejection. Who wouldn't want to be with the Witchking after all? Maybe he would give him a locket or maybe Gorbag would rather prefere a pair of gauntlets... Yes, gauntlets would be the perfect parting gift.

Having decided what to give to his favourite orc, Angmar began to decend the stairs, making his way to his personal treasury. Picking the perfect pair of gauntlets took quite some time. Obviously this was only because Angmar didn't want Grishnakh to be upset and mess up his missions and had nothing to do with feelings of any sorts. The dark lords second in comand was above such things!

Maybe Angmar would return to Khamul after he ended this, though he doubted it. Not because he would need time to mourn the time with the orc, he would need time to be angry with Khamul about the whole Bitch-King thing.

Grishnakh was late. Angmar sat on the throne, pretending to do paper work while constantly peering out of the window, towards the citygate. Maybe the orc wouldn't come. Maybe he had grown tired of him. Not that Angmar would have cared! After all he planned to dump Grishnakh anyway! Maybe it would even be better if he didn't co...

"My master, the messenger is here!", some orc mumbled, shoving Grishnakh into the Witchking's office. "We must talk, little orc", Angmar mumbled, without looking up from his paperwork. Evil tongues would have called him a coward for refusing to look upon his lover, but the Nazgul had tried to break things off with Grishnakh way to often all ready.

"And what do you wish to speak about... Master", Grishnakh purred and his voice was like silk. Imediately the witchking folded. "I selected these gauntlets for you, my dear. May they aide you well in battle, I hope they please you, my little commander", he heard his voice betray him. "They do very much! I shall cover them in menish blood for you. I thank you, master", Grishnakh promised. Angmar felt his mouth water. If there had still been blood in his dead body, he would have blushed. As the witchking led his lover to his bedroom, where the rising sun was blocked out by heavy courtains, he doubted he would dump the orc already. But who could blame him, when that voice talked to him!

In the evening Grishnakh rode away on his warg to join the forces of Isengard and try to get a hold of the ring. Angmar had not told him that it should be the last time. Little did he know that it indeed had been. Grishnakh would not return.

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