𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢

The hand of Saruman has stretched to Rohan and is reaching out more. I grip my bow. Orcs, Uruk-hai, men are all being corrupted. I stand outside while the sun is setting. It sets on darkness. The King has been healed which has angered Saruman. 

"Hello, again." A voice says behind me.

I turn. 

"We meet again." The man smiles.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"I am a Maiar." He says.

My eyes widen.

"There aren't any more." I say.

Maiar minor gods that were created by Valor. The last known once has been Morgoth, but he was defeated long ago. I remove my hood. He walks forward. I draw back. I lower my head in respect. He lifts it up. His beauty is untouched even if his form is not human. 

A strange feeling washes over me. My skin feels hot and my lips tingle with fire. He puts his hand on my cheek. It feels as soft as cotton yet scaley. He moves the other hand up my back. Why am I not doing anything? Why am I still standing frozen?

"Let this one night be a reminder of pleasure." He presses his face into mine.