P/N: Hi everyone!!! This chapter will be a real literature for a change! ...I hope... And it's finally illustrated!!! (Though it's just some bad doodles done by me😅) Anyway, enjoy!
Cast: Mairon, Nazgul#1, Nazgul#5, Nazgul#8
Genre: Humor (again)
Warnings: None.
Notifications: Thanks to @return_of_the_king for the idea development!
Ah-Choo
Just looking at you makes me sneeze
So many things I wanna tell you
My lips are itching so much, it's hard to bear
Ah-Choo
Maybe there's pollen floating around in my heart
So many things I wanna do for you
-Ah-Choo (Lovelyz) This is a K-pop, and the lyrics are translated by me😉
"WatCHOO!" A sneeze echoed in the spacious halls of Mordor, where shadows and viruses lay. Mairon wiped his nose with a kleenex.
'Darn this cold.' He thought, for speaking out loud would result in a rediscovery of a stuffy nose and the teasing of his servants, which he had grudgingly endured for a couple of times.
'And there was I, thinking that Maiar don't get colds...' He grumbled in his mind. It wasn't fair that those pretty elves didn't get sick while he, who was equally pretty to his own opinion, was snuffling like an old badger.
"My lord Mairon! You just sssssneezed, right? Maybe there issss a draft in the room!" His overly- faithful servant, Nazgul#1 shuffled into the throne room, hissing anxiously. Mairon sighed, running a hand through his flaming orange hair. The Nazgul was a good servant and an excellent cook, but he was extremely worrisome, which irritated the Maia from time to time.
"Do, I'm bine." Mairon tried to shoo the wraith away, but he ignored it and glided closer to his beloved lord.
"No, you're not fine! You ssssneezed for the thousssandth time, and you need to be taken proper care of!" Nazgul#1 shrieked in a concerned-motherly way as he put his hand on Mairon's forehead, checking if he had a fever.
"You're burning up!" He hissed again, patting Mairon's head sympathetically.
"Hmph." Mairon sniffed, though he wasn't entirely angry. He liked the feeling of being taken care of, though he didn't admit it to the Nazgul for obvious reasons.
"I told you not to go around without your ssssssocks on! The floor isssss ssso cold, it's no ssssssurprise that you caught a cold!" Nazgul#1 reprimanded Mairon in a granny-ish manner, pulling out socks from the fold of his black robes.
"Here, put thesssse on. They'll keep your feet warm." The Nazgul gave Mairon the said pair of socks, which was lime green with neon orange polka dots. Mairon put the socks on obediently. The warm, fuzzy feeling enveloping his feet was comforting enough to forget the fact that he just ran out of kleenex.
" 'ey, Nadzgul?"
"Why, my lord?"
"Go get me anoder bocth of kweenecth, will you?"
"Of courssssse."
With that, the wraith shuffled busily out of the room.
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