#the--corrupter

-steps on-

-steals tots-

I have 112 cocks.

I believe I just got a volunteer for number 9.

|| Closed Starter for the--corrupter ||

All had ever said that elves didn't feel the cold, yet there he sat in the corner of his cell, shivering - his entire body was shaking from the cold which was reflected from the dead walls. His eyes had long adjusted to the darkness but there was nothing to see for him - everything was painted in dark shades of black, no light, no breeze, no fresh air, only his pale chest was glooming in the darkness.

And together with the cold there was hunger, unbearable hunger - he had not eaten anything since his arrival to the realm of the Dark Lord.  Maedhros had lost all sense of time in the dark pit, he couldn't tell how long he had already spent in the dungeon of the dark lord . Elves were known to need little nutrition, but his body began already to react to the starvation; slowly he traced the lines of his nude chest with his weak fingers, where once had been numerous muscles he could feel his ribs against the pale skin, he could touch the more than prominent collar-bone.

With all his strength left, Maedhrhos screamed in despair into the darkness of his cell, into his solitude, thinking that he slowly became insane - alone, lost, forgotten in the darkness of Angband. "Release me thou jail-crow of. Mandos, let me die, kill me! What is the meaning of this, Morgoth?!" Maedhros couldn't understand it; once he was captured he thought he would be slain as his father and grandfather were - but he wasn't, he was not even tortured - at least until now. Instead he was brought to the dark fortress and locked away for what seemed an eternity