š for anyone!!! feanare (he will be bullied), martano (could be doing a job in nargothrond), hear me out maybe dior?
The seven had gathered under their starred banner once more. Their attack on the exposed kingdom of Doriath tore through it like wild fire in the wind, the oath stopping or showing mercy to none who might hider it.
Celegorm's new madness took glee in it. He fought more fiercely and cruelly than he had before, snatching every opportunity that presented itself to maul or maim his opponent for his pleasure, and forfeit all rules of propriety and the role of the elf for the feral beast, whose madness was the only thing left to drive him on. Bloodied in his furs and splattered bronze, he met the king, who he gave wild chase and tireless assault, sweating and steaming hotly in his mad frenzy.
The second king of Doriath was pretty, but it was not that which had aroused another force in the Feanorian hunter beneath his skirts. Rather, it was the duelling of a surprisingly skilled opponent worthy of his own merit. Celegorm knew behind each lunge and swipe the peredhel took at him his own end may have been lurking. End which he craved as much as lust or rage or fire or any other thing that would now appoint some new direction to his life. But it was lust that was upon him then, for blood or otherwise it mattered little and felt all the same.
Seizing a window in their brutal dance, Celegorm threw the half-elven lord to the floor and pinned him down with the bulk of his own body.
"Fight me hand to hand, king, for I miss the liveliness of your mother."










