Premonitions
The face of defiance is always the same, it attracts the boldness, but the full submission is the craved one, even though, without the defiant blood, there is no allure of the life itself. In the lava glittering caverns we were brought to the evolution and some to heel, but the toll is the same we share. It is still alive, it still lives, even when it is abandoned for the sake of survival. But there is something that stands above all else, if not anything in this world, but the honor is what is beholden to what is yours. Not to lay a finger on you, if that is how I say so. And that is the power. Respect you earn. The face of the Evil is sealed in the sphere of cage, to yearn for another day of freedom, for Prometheus can wait, the time is all what he has on his side, and he shall have it, revenge against humanity, one way or another. Who knows for how much long it shall need to break, but there are angelic watchers and elven guardians, even the Bear wizard people, the Chariots of Gods and the Spirit of Fire, Soul of Flame, the Consumer of Life which would never countenance another massacring spree, blessed be by the Witch Queen of Light.
And what is felt in blood, it is bleeding in all gene pools of the gravity. There are Dragon Lord and Ladies, but your disadvantage against them is you turned advantage only. It is the Grey world where the weak are the strongest when they are the kindest. Masters of Whispers have no power over the likes such as these. It is in the blood, in it lies the imbued honor with everything else of what the blood may offer. Outstretching colossal bat wings as Caraxes, the Blood Wyrm who does the catwalk for the vassals of the folklore. As his son does. He drank the wine, they were still in the bubble bath. Offering his Ramsay who was gorging himself, damn, this Elf man is insatiable with his thirst and appetite. They were drinking from the same cup, Ramsay had no say in it, he doesn’t like to do it with the joint utensils, oh, well, this was Glory’s way to show him that he owns him, even what he eats and drinks, that man was such a tease to the end of time so.
- Good wine. – The finest, don’t you think? – soaked, steeped in bubbles and wetness, Glorfindel was the Water Devil, his golden curls were the strands of gold you may never buy, for it is the crown of the diadems in rows. And his crystal sky eyes, were something which were coming to the expression, for only the glistening skin and his bareness were making him vulnerable and irresistible at the same time. – I concur, but what was this with the handmaiden? She shifted to other Court High Halls and… - She thinks that she is out of my reach? What a teasing squirrel. – Stop it, she isn’t cowed, she is resisting you. – Ah, she knew better – he waves off by the well-mannered hands, this time. – She did her duty. – Ramsay, she touched me and my crown jewels, I mean…my mane. – You are…ugh…I see…well, she was inclined to do it. – Of course she is. – There will be no handmaidens if you go around harassing them. – It was just one! I played a little – what an idiot. – And let me guess, she started it?
- She did, but, I cannot blame her, she is drawn into me…I mean to me. Or this is how we express it. – Oh, come on. There was no trouble and now, just because one lady took her liberties. – Why did she have to touch me? – Oh, God. Until now, all was good and the next day, everyone is talking about it. – About what? – How you tried to woo her! It is so unbecoming. – You are right. – Right? – It is my fault. – So, you admit it?! – Of course, I should take her, there and then, after it, she would be having what to spread about. I love when people know what a good lover I am, and she would be extolled. She wouldn’t be a handmaiden, she would be tasted and sold or given to the Elf Lord, or Elf Lady, she wouldn’t have to work, but, she is in love with her duties, oh well, and who am I to ever try anything like this…evermore? Unless, she keeps starting it first with her touching me, and it was so intrusive! – you couldn’t argue or trade with this man. He would never dishonor anyone, unless you do not ask for the honor to be bestowed to you. If the Elf King has the maiden, and gives upon her, it means, that her worth is ten times doubled, and everyone would ravage the unseen fields and fair plains for her, she wouldn’t be able to live civilly, as long as she doesn’t belong to some of the Great Ancient Houses. She would do herself a favor, more than that she brewed it.
- Really? Sleeping with the Grand King, gives you that many privileges? – I thought she knew that. I only serve to oblige. – So, you say, she missed her opportunity, without even knowing it was the life chance? – It beats me, but who am I, and not to indulge? – he winks away, and it was scored and settled. – You do all with the honors, Stark. – Like I say, whom am I to say NO to a woman? I am the slave to women’s desires, if they want me, I am here, they may take me. And they shall be… probed. – This sounded so wrong, on so numerable levels, that let us finish it? Just do not do it again.
- I never start first. – Oh, God. – Drink some wine, eat some tidbits, they are good. – And what about your cooking? – Eh? – You used to hunt us food, to cook and even do some dishes. – I have no time…much for hunting and cooking. – I know. But, next time, that is what we shall do. I may even bring some new pups with us. – To hunt with us? – No, watch how you bring us food. – Goddammit, you are all spoilt! – Heheh, we shall never go hungry with you. – That is given, all what I grow, hunt down or pursue is of natural elements. From skin patterns to fresh lard, to medicine, and other nutritive essentials. – We toast to Grand King!
Glorfindel was laughing crazily, this boy of his, of how he enjoys him. He was bathing in glory, or was glorying in the same. Be fond of kindliness which Ramsay shows. What a transformation, and if anyone needs conversion, hm, maybe Ramsay? In this way, he may even bind him even more to himself, but nothing without the force, there are some necessities, but when they are honored, what else is left but to please?
Hm, he has to speak about it with him. It wasn’t about him, perchance, it was something that is probably to him related? Him alone so?!
- Besides, I want you to speak with me, Ramsay, with honesty – he leaves both the food and drink aside. – Oh, about what? – Do you want to be converted, to receive faith? I may arrange it, if you wish it. – Oh – the flip flop from their darling Blackie is heard, he turns over, this time, tired of life, floating above, passing by the Master and the Owned – I didn’t see it like that. – There could be some connection. If I have you, at my side, as someone who is converted, then, it is another link to the larger picture. What do you say? – And since when you need these political ties? It is Feanor’s mantra which you did for him, for he is…our Emperor. – Oh, you do learn quickly. – I am propelled to do so. – And you are correct, I do not need it, it isn’t my way, unless I am doing it for somebody else, and I do it for you. – Oh. – Do you hanker for it? – Hm, it is so sudden – the glimmerings of the waxed floors were beautiful to look at. – I am waiting – a predatory look and voice.
- Well, may I think about it? Or, you know what?! If it ever comes to the particular that we are needing it, that we require it, demanding, then, I shall do it. – And here, let me fix you your gag – he wore, this whole time the loose cleave gag with diamond silk, through which he could speak, and even consume, but with some difficulty, and that was the challenge. – Just not too tight, I still wish to use my tongue. – Why of course. There, it is more stable. Huh, even our bondage is of the affluence, don’t you think so?
- And what if you gag me by taking your pride into my mouth? – it was brightening up with such pleasure. – And to trust you that you will not bite onto it? Oh, that is one itchy impulse. The seeming and purported. The Challenge. You are bored with resting yourself on my mightily built chest of wonders? Or you just want to rid yourself of my bondage? – sparking was the shimmer’s sheen. So glittery. – Oh, that would be like you are saying that I must bow to the mediocrity. – Am I tepid?! – No. My Lord!
That is my boy, such a good boy that is a reward. While 7 guarded Gates of Gondolin are standing as the Ice Wall, Glorfindel loved him in his bed, delving into the core fleshes, even if has to cry the boy to sleep, it shall be deep. The last magic are the First Men who are Free, Andals who were Conquerors and Rhoynar who are today’s Dornish people of Queen Nymeria. For, where is the magic, there are creatures of lore and when they are closer to the flame, they are boosting up the callings in the Northwind. Since Little Science or Higher Mysteries are Bronze Furies just like Dragons who never stop growing, sharpening their hides. Blackie was eyeing the two lovebirds. Glorfindel was washing Ramsay who was completely at his mercy. All was well.
Xena howled at the full moon, soon to be of the crescent shape. Meantime, Ecthelion, in secrecy, had wanted, at least to see his lost love, reconciling with the past. As good friends, from afar.
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- Are these the famously known Kingwoods in Whispering Forests of Green Leaves? – It is the nighttime, the air is light, you called me – the two Elves embraced one another deeply in lights.
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Ecthelion and Celeborn, First cheating Mate, though Glorfindel allows, he was no better, loving to spice relations which they commonly share with their Brood Mate and Galadriel’s husband.
They didn’t kiss, because of Galadriel. And just as Xena is at his side, wherever he goes or sits, and so was Celeborn to Witch Queen of Light, Lady of Loth(lorien), holding with such pride, that even Elves were jealous of such a prize, contributing to the ascendancy, for Glor knows the feel of a bind in a mouth, but when it is used for pleasurable bondage, that is the game of wits.
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Children of the Forest, once the squirrel people were intermixed with the Silvan people, but Xena has found out that they do exist, in the Doriath silver realm of greyness, lurking in the night!
Sensations of sowing the seeds…