Rating: NC-17 for horror
Disclaimer: Tolkien wouldn’t want this one... even I don’t want this one...!
Despairing - What need have I to create fear?
Their minds do it so much better.
‘Come little one, sing for me… No?
Here are knives, braziers, white-hot irons - you will bend to my will. Your weakness is despair. I can destroy you little by little; sinews and flesh will weep and plead as hope of release from agony is so very slowly destroyed.
Your silken skin stretches taut and exciting over that fine rosy flesh - let us loosen it a little - yes, now you sing for me, my lovely.’
Elven screams echoed the grim halls of Morgoth.