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For never morrow shall dawn upon him by hautdesert
OR: Eärnur cannot seem to stop arriving.
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They stripped him of his armor, the second time, and pulled off his tunic and boots so he was naked to the waist and had to walk barefooted across the courtyard’s sharp stones, with a halter round his neck tight enough to chafe and draw blood. Through unnatural crowds they paraded him, up wide staircases along which the retainers of the Dark Lord’s minion gathered to hiss and jeer at him, and scratch at his sides with their long nails. When he could only falter, they dragged him stumbling, and cast him down at the feet of their chief on his great black dais. His throne was sheared from a single block of obsidian, prodigiously large and polished to a sheen like a benighted mirror, and in it Eärnur saw himself outlined, a stark and livid figure crouched like an animal, and filthy with dirt and blood. His own eyes seemed set in caverns, his face lined like an old man’s. But the Morgul-lord was young and fair, with taut plump skin stretched easily over muscles like a carven statue’s, and black hair that fell loose over his shoulders and chest in a shining cascade like the river beyond the walls, if he had had the chance to see it as the servants jostled and stripped and bound him. His face was fine, and very cruel, with skin the golden brown of wet sand, and he wore nothing but a fur of silver-grey, wrapped luxuriantly over the gleaming flesh to shield his modesty. Eärnur turned down his eyes, as he had each time the soldiers drilled in the courtyard below his chambers, and Mardil chivvied him out onto the balcony to show the city that their king was a man attentive to the right things, and not to the flex of young men’s calves as they practiced with their spears.
SUNDRY TAGS: Minas Morgul / Time Loop / Torture / Internalized Homophobia / The ands in the tags never really turn to slashes but oh boy the line is being trod / Shame / Masturbation / Just king of Gondor things: morosely fantasizing about exploring your steward's body crazy style / Imprisonment / The gentle writer cogitates upon the Númenorian-Gondorian imperialism complex









