Dark Judgement 28

Dark Judgement

Part 28 - The Predictability of Erestor

Posted: October 3, 2008

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If it were not for Maglor’s soothing presence, I think that I would have killed Erestor. He spat and snarled at me, attacked my staff, threatened to kill Maglor and supplied me with a variety of gory and gleeful descriptions of how he would accomplish the nefarious deed; he also resisted all attempts to try and cure him.

“Even when I am looking into his mind and he is unconscious, he is able to resist me,” I said to Maglor. “I have to cure him because we will gain our freedom from it.”

“I wish you could kill him,” Maglor said as he drew closer to me and lazily took hold of my rapidly growing arousal. “He is an irritating little bastard.”

“All elves are apart from you,” I teased, knowing I would get a reaction.

Maglor smacked my bum hard and I laughed. “I am riding you this time,” he said and pushed me on my front. “It’s going to be rough and hard and you will suffer.”

“Yes!” I said and laughed. “Make it so rough I cannot walk tomorrow. If you can that is.”

I was subject to a few minutes of Maglor being rough with me before we settled down into our normal state of wanting to please. I love it when Maglor punishes me for saying bad things about the elves; it makes me say it all the more. In truth I have no particular outrageous hatred for the elves nor do I feel any love for them; however, it would be true to state that if all the elves outside my domain died in the night, I would be very happy; in fact I would probably do a little dance as well.

I find that I still cannot forgive the elves for resisting my rule and fighting my domination of Middle-earth. How dare they; do they not realise they were born to be enslaved? I told myself that I was conquering Middle-earth for Melkor. One day I would free him from the void and we would rule together after my domination was complete. Deep down I knew that he would take it all away from me, if he did come back, and maybe that is why I was unsuccessful. Maybe I am the cause of my own failure and was always doomed to lose.

Enough of this self reflection; it gets me nowhere. I have to accept my life now and the position I hold in it. I am married to the most beautiful ellon in Valinor, whose beauty rivals that of a Valar. I would say Maia, as I am one and exquisitely gorgeous to look upon, but Gandalf and Saruman were also Maiar and a pig’s arse is wondrously beautiful when compared to their ugly faces. There are no ugly Valar, even Melkor is beautiful, and so I can freely compare my only one, to one of them. I also have a huge pink house, which is an elf type colour and not typical of a Dark Lord at all, but it works so well surrounded by tall, sinister looking, evergreen trees. My bedroom has a large wrought iron balcony which overlooks the sea in our sheltered bay. I have servants who obey my every command and a band of very loyal staff in the clinic part. I can also go into the town and be respected and accepted by the elves there and we have enough resources to live very comfortably indeed. All I am lacking is my freedom, but I wonder how much would change if I did have it. I like where I live and my life at the moment. I only desire that I should not have to treat anymore elves or call Manwë, Master, how that rankles me. If I did not then I could devote all of my time to being with the one I love the most. I say the one I love the most but it is not completely true. I do not love anyone other than him, so he is my only one.

I walked to Erestor’s rooms and the staff watching him reported that he had smashed his room up, yet again. I peered through the spy hole and he had shredded the table, his bed, pulled the sink off the wall and broken the bowl. The whipping I gave him, taught him not to attack the staff, so he takes his rage out on the furniture. He uses a particular fighting style to break the furniture, which he learnt on Middle-earth, so Manwë tells me. It can be used as a spectacular mode of self defence and he can use it to break things that an ordinary elf would not be able to, unless he wanted broken bones. He has a selection of fighting styles according to Manwë and one of them is used by assassins to silently stalk the victim and leave a clean kill. They wear black hoods over their faces and black body suits with various sharp objects attached. I saw it in his mind when I looked into it. Because of this I consider Erestor to be the most dangerous elf on Valinor; he is as dangerous as I used to be. I do not see him being released any time soon. It will be many years yet before I can let him go and I hope that Glorfindel finds another because it would serve Erestor right. He deserves no one because he does not know how to love, even though he thinks he does. Even I know the value of a loving relationship.

“So childish,” I said after walking through the door. “Look at this mess.” I have a passion for tidiness and the broken, scattered furniture offended my eyes. Maglor says it is an obsession and that I need treatment for it, but I disagree. I like perfection in everything and that is one of the reasons I love him so much; he is perfect in my eyes. All Maiar desire perfection and we accept that we will never find it in a pure state but with Maglor at least one part of my life has attained it. When I told him so he laughed at me.

“Then you will have to replace it,” Erestor sneered. “You are not allowed to let me stay in unfit accommodation.”

“Not this time,” I replied and he looked surprised. “You can wallow in your own chaos. I do not have to stay in it with you and so I do not care.”

I will not note down the invective and abuse that issued from his lips; it is of no consequence and was the angry ramblings of one who has been thwarted again. I smiled; Erestor was unhappy and it pleased me. I left his rooms and grinned at the elf who stayed by the spy hole. “I expect he will smear his own excrement on the walls next,” I told him.

“My Lord, I cannot see any elf doing that,” he replied. “It is against our nature.

As if I needed a lesson on the ways of the elves! “He is more like a man in his ways,” I told him. “He will do the things that men do as he has lived among them for too long. Send someone up to tell me if he does it before dinner time tonight; otherwise let him stay in it until morning.”

I walked off to find Maglor. I needed his freshness and vitality to soothe my temper. I was getting nowhere with Erestor and wanted to thrash him to within an inch of his life and then kill him. I cannot abide being frustrated, especially by a half-witted elf who thinks that he has some chance of winning against me. I found Maglor on the beach, throwing axes at a wooden post.

“Boo!” I said as he was about to throw the axe. He swivelled round, his eyes wild and held himself just in time.

“I nearly hurt you,” he accused. “That was a silly thing to do.”

“You could never hurt me,” I said and embraced him. “I need you to take away the poison that is Erestor. He has smashed his furniture to shreds again and I am very close to snapping his neck.”

“Let him live in it. He will soon realise that it was a silly thing to do when he doesn’t have a bed to sleep on tonight,” Maglor said and threw the last axe. It did not hit the target. “That’s your fault for putting me off. No sex for you tonight.”

“Let us both blame Erestor and be happy with it,” I laughed and took his hand. “How shall we spend the afternoon?”

“We should make a large drawing of Erestor and throw darts at it,” Maglor replied. “Or I could play my harp and sing to you?”

“I never tire of your beautiful voice,” I told my only one. “Some say that the most beautiful sound is the birds singing in the trees, but they are like grunting orcs compared to the loveliness of your singing.” It was true and ensured that I was back in his good books again. No one ever expects Sauron to pay an honest compliment and even Maglor wonders sometimes if I am for real or merely want something. To reinforce my message, I pulled him towards me and hugged him tight. “I am the most blessed being in Valinor as I have you. You are all mine and I am yours forever.”

My only one smiled and kissed my lips. “Was Erestor so bad this morning?” he teased.

“He was very bad and I have had enough of indulging him,” I replied softly with a pout for my only one. I know how to play my elf.

“Come to bed and I will hold you in my arms and tell you how lovely you are,” Maglor said and kissed my lips. “I will take all your cares away and leave you refreshed.”

Who could resist such a seductive offer? Maglor knows what he is doing and I am like the soft sand in his fingers. It is hard to believe that he is an elf as he is so wonderful in my eyes and everyone knows that elves are pretty repulsive, though not as much as human men with their rotted teeth and stinking breath, no wonder the orcs liked them. I can offer no resistance because I have none, and nor do I want any. How I love him; how I adore everything about him. One day we will have our freedom and we can be alone together all of the time. Maybe we will travel or maybe we will stay as we are, but it will be our decision and that means more than anything.

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