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Spoils of War by Scriberated for PursuitsEternal, myfavouritelunatic, Marimo (Maerian)
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
23 Sep 2023
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“I am your King!” He roared, and advanced forward until she could retreat no longer, the table bumping against the small of her back. “And your brothers have forgotten their place. It is not their business, their right, to forge such alliances or make such promises. I should have them all execu—”
“What would you have them do, then? What would you have me do?” she interrupted, near panic in her voice, eager to quell the rising tide of his wrath.
Feänor considered her, the desperation overwhelming her anger, and knew he was close.
So close.
“I am in a precarious position, Artanis. I cannot allow dissent. It weakens us before our enemies and threatens everything we hold dear. Your brothers must obey.”
“They will, my king,” she promised, the words half-catching in her throat. “Please, my king,” she begged, and the lilt and cadence of her voice, throaty and tight from panic sent a hot jolt of pleasure to his groin.
“I think you could help me, Artanis. I have great need of you, in truth, and while these are not the circumstances I would have sought to obtain you, I will not waste the opportunity.”