King’s duties
They always say as far as it is allowed. I say, it is all the illusion. Blood magic of Blood Mages, Sacrifices in Blood. Blood immolation, ah, he grew jaded from this all, and tired him out more than if he fought with the Gods. He had to have some relaxing time for himself. The mental repose and the alleviation from all the burdensome and taxing worries for the kingdom, Xena could feel it in his tense body which wasn’t used to such responsibilities. He was the father to everyone and he barely had any moment to breathe decently. She nudged him, and it is the time!
- Ladies and gentlemen – he accosted them kindly – I believe that each one of us has something to hang on till the next stressful duty to come, and hereupon, I am honestly saying that we need our reprieve, how that we continue this in the morning, and let us have some hours free of the daily concerns? – so divergently, Elu Thingol never left anything unfinished, and that is what made him wearied almost every day, for each time he was reflecting how he has more time, and more was coming up, till he wasn’t bursting, and left it all to another. But this King, the Grand one, was different and he was differing the sheer contrast to the one who came prior to him.
- Your Majesty, we rely on your good senses, and we strictly trust that you have your faith in us to see this regardful subject to the end. – You are all exhausting yourselves, you are dead – beat as I am. We are, perhaps, Gods to human eyes, and we are impervious and resilient to the outer tribulations, but we are not hardy so much to not be susceptible to the tiredness, and we are…tired, our minds and bodies cannot even work duly if all what we do is just working our asses to the brink. – But, our King, we… - I was clear, and I even trust you that you know what it means?
- Very well, then – one Lady of the Small Council has spoken up – we shall continue on morrow. – On morrow, so that we become even more sinewy, than ever before – he stood up, being followed by his baby girl who left her furry cushion to rest as well. The formal Grand Throne and the Small Council’s seat shall have two seats of padded bolsters vacated for some hours, to the following day. It seems, what appeared as something that is egregious, bordering on the scandal, when they went to their families back, into their independent homes, it was on that same day, that Elves were comprehending the power of the restfulness. And this is what they did take for themselves. It was needful, and it was what they were hoping to receive, but they never did, and when it was the time, when it was merely the instant that was seeming more than fine to do it, they welded themselves to their dutiful posts, without ever thinking about the reposefulness they all needed so dearly. And those instances of freedom were something they shall cherish as long as he reigns.
Going back to the courtly bed chambers, while being followed everywhere he went, he was aching to be alone.
Glorfindel has walked over the kingly bed, falling down with both arms and legs spread out as if he were the angel in the form of the demon or it was another way around.
Peeking at Blackie who woofed at him, his visible eye was smiling joyfully.
The pearl carved doors were closed with a thump, and he knew that he is to stay locked with the devoted guards and anointed knights who were parading around, keeping them safe and harm, there was no place that was untrodden, or left empty or unguarded.
There were the sundry number of the human handmaidens who were working diligently, the human wardens who kept everything to run sleekly, the elvish stewards and stewardess of loftiness who oversaw each nook of the everyday life of the High Court Halls, and so it was, making certain that the Grand King gets his reprieving recess.
- Where is the boy? You suddenly so talkative boyish pup – he endeared him, although he was more than just the ever growing boy and appearing as a pup, for Blackie, once the Biter, was now the Behemoth who is disguised as the last original, forgiven Balrog during the battle over supremacy between Children of Queen of the Night (Ungoliant Lilith, Dark Goddess), where all three of them, as firsts (Balrogs), seconds (primordial Dragons) and thirds (formed pureness of Valyrian Targaryens, Elves) were fallen beings of the first Valyrians, and him not being the Phantom but the dwarven sized doggie who can even transform into the Black direwolf, the rarest among the dark grey as it was Shaggy dog was something to boast about and prance around freely.
Since the Primary tongue was that of the silence, but how the time goes by, everything is changed, even themselves, altering the images of the larger extents of which no one was aware, up until it didn’t start to eventuate.
However, Ramsay, even when he was looking spry and youngish, was the grown up man, but to the Elf, you are forever on somebody whom he took and own, claiming to himself to keep.
And why was that?
It was hard not to be, they are the millennial Gods, who could go on and on, waiting to betide as it is so, the final renaissance of the end times!
The waiting was abound.
- With the first light – his genteel courtship was obvious in his nobbled voice, both decorous and courteous – I work 14 hours a day, no Saturday and no Sunday, nothing is done without my consent, that is the fake freedom for Man, if they try something silly, only to be seized back. There is nothing that I do not know, everything goes exclusively through me, and through economy, I see the state of the country, throughout the agriculture, the state of the food in the world, through art and craft, I see our prospering culture alongside all else, we are being extolled with the finances and accounting which are primeval affairs you have to rethink, and then there come Elf artists who feel neglected with no extra love, the traders are the number one and the farmers are the new view of taking it too slow. And it has to have some repercussions back! It is just me who is scrapping the surface, and do you listen to me? My Blackie? – Blackie woofed, listening, with the dangling tongue.
- You are trolling me as well with your beaded eyeing – he woofs back, completely playing with him, do not want to speak it up. – Where is he? – Woof, woof – oh, well, when I get him, he won’t disregard me evermore! – at that same second, one of the main handmaidens went in, noting the reposing body with his dived fair face of graceful athletic lines into the feather cushions. She had to simper about it. The bed clothing will have to wait, leaving it for some other hour, while the bolstering cushion into which he was holed up was needing the immediate attention, nonchalantly with casualness she nears, casually took it from him, his elvish front was ending on the sturdier mattress with the puff. Blackie widens his eyes, being mussed up by her, he could nearly purr. When she redressed, she pushes it back under his brawny chin, fixing him good, spiraling around to make flower arrangements and go out to the aromatic terrace of the perfumed fragrances which pervaded the beauty of the brilliant sights, moping and cleaning, and afterwards, she shapes another crystal vase with the blooming blossoms, even one of the bees were coming by, rejoicing her so, when abruptly, she could feel it, the Shadow that is outstretching toward her, that was behind towering. Spinning around wholly, she sees nothing, their Regent King was dozing off and Blackie was wagging his mini tail so cutely, she has to be so elated by his view, who also was ready himself, to snug up with his Lord and Master, the Owner of Two, this is how HE was titled among the peoples, and it did happen, startling daylights out of her.
- You know, you are pretty fast, you sensed me quite well – she wasn’t mistaking it, it was Him. – My King, I am done for now, I shall come later and… - If you teased me, you may join me, to cuddle together – his face is still down, and that was both eerie and aghast, his own mouth was smothered, as if he were gagging himself, sounding stifled, but it was far from it, she got flustered. – No, no, my Sire.
- Oh very well, but if you tease me some more, I am filling your belly with my seed– never before, you could see how a woman is running speedily from the God Elf’s temptation, saving her asshole from him. She was about to run into Ramsay, when he closed a door behind himself. His Owner knew that he has come, just the one he was looking for. That woman had her luck. Lucky day, but you never know when the luck runs out. It was her felicity, this time only.
Ah, it was true, the King is having his relief. Good for him! And why was that woman running away? Hm, who knows what he told her or…tried. Her wan countenance was telling him all of it. He may change the robes, but never the Wolf’s coat, and Xena was racing around like crazy, she built up such the energy, that she didn’t have anywhere to spend it, so she went into the Haunting Jungles, it was the newly fangled and grown place where it was fittingly adequate of any monster beast to find its easement, and its carefreeness, totally removed from the world and its obligating duties, stripped of the shackles which were boring into the fleshes of the delved blood and bone of their Mother Arda.
Tomorrow, there is another day, which would exhibit that Glorfindel was right. They worked faster, effectually and it was impactful on their normal day routines and this is how they were holding themselves, from that day on. Ramsay joined his Elf.
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- Who would ever tell of how deep I may fall for you, and I resisted you that much – upon saying the words, Glorfindel peeks up, eying his boy, pulling him close with Blackie, to be cuddled!
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Blending bloods between the wormlike Dragons and flying ones of Valyria with her still wandering breeding males, her brood of mares in deeps of lava caves, lifelong mates, seeded life still.