Tengwar Drabbles by cílil

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Anca

Dior finds himself face to face with Celegorm.


To meet the gaze of Celegorm is to stare into the eyes of a beast, or so Dior would have thought if he was an ordinary being. 

"Welcome, kinslayer." He greets the prince with a smile. 

Celegorm bares his teeth at him, snarls almost. So fair, so deadly. Despite everything, Dior finds himself fascinated. 

The Silmaril blazes around his neck. Celegorm eyes it, hungry, desperate. Wants it, needs it. 

Dior's smile brightens. To tame the beast would have its appeal, but to deny him would be so exciting

He wonders what Celegorm is like when he is made to beg.


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