No Dreams In Darkness by cuarthol

Thangorodrim

Prompt: It comes in threes.

Drip-drip-drip.

Kurn felt the droplets creep along her skin and run into her eyes.  She squirmed a little, blinking it away, and shifted half a step to the right. 

Drip-drip-drip.

The overhang of rock beneath which she stood was still damp from the earlier rains.  She shifted back to the left again, not willing to move any further out of her place lest she feel the whip for it.  It was dangerous to show any little hints of having a free mind, of having a preference or even a thought.

Drip-drip-drip.

This time it got into her mouth, and she was surprised to find it was a little salty but otherwise rather pleasant.  Glancing around to ensure nobody was watching, she tentatively lolled her tongue out to catch the next series of drips. 

They never came.