Cubs by Arka744
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b2memB2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: "Witch-king of Angmar" (N33), "Sauron" (B3), "Dol Guldur" (I30) from "The dark side"
Format: ficlet
Genre: general
Rating: general
Warnings: none
Characters: Witch-king of Angmar, Sauron
Pairings: Witch-king of Angmar/Sauron
Creator’s Notes (optional): none
Summary: Sauron loves his wargs.
Down in the yard one of the cubs ran in circles and barked, the other one spinned in the arms, that were holding him. He tried to lick the holder in the face and did not meet much resistance. It astonished the Nazgul as he watched the scene. His position high from the tower rendered an outstanding observation point while allowing him to remain hidden from any inquisitive look.
These beasts would soon be able and willing to tear any mortal or elven body apart with their powerful greedy maws. The Witch-king remembered being witness to it in all details, a sight not for the faint of heart. Humans who served in Dol Guldur did not tend to wargs for these very reasons. Not even to the cubs that still preserved a good share of their pup clumsiness and some shreds of what resembled amity.
The cub eventually succeeded and his tongue reached the Master’s chin, even his lips. The Master smiled. On impulse the Witch-king turned away for an instance, his gauntleted fingers dug into the window’s arch as if trying to crush the stony ledge into crumbs.
When he looked down again, the Master’s hand was stroking the cub’s fur and he licked the little beast’s nose back, returning the favour. The wargling whimpered overjoyed, his tail wiggled wildly. The nazgul clenched his jaw.
Little witless creature. You are not even capable of understanding, what it is, to receive His favour. Why are you worthy?
What if I..?
The Master raised and turned his head. Defying the distance, the height between the two of them, his eyes unmistakably found the Witch-king’s, exposing him in his shelter and pinned his whole being like a butterfly.
The moon rolled over the sky, reddish, menacing and unnatural. Wolven howl disturbed the night borne from somewhere deep in the forest.
The Master summoned him. What for, the Witch-king never tried to guess. The Master's will equaled inevitable and he would learn soon enough. The most important, the Master required him and he savoured the feeling of fulfillment brought by this fact alone. He was required. With steady hand he opened the heavy door and entered his Master’s chambers.
The Master turned to him as he bowed and stood with his head low, awaiting orders.
“I will grant you that knowledge.”
For a moment he strived to consider these words but he was not given time. He began to change. Something happened to his eyesight, arms and legs. Everything dimmed.The Master grew in stature and for some reason now the Nazgul had to lift his head to glance at him. The storm of previously unknown smells entered his nose. He almost choked on them. His ears twitched at the assault of sounds he had never heard before. Dumbfounded he howled.
“ Pfivjkxeb.”
Unintelligible as it fell on his ears, the flow of sounds from his Master’s lips found the necessary strings in his new disquiet mind. He calmed down. The Master extended his arm and stroked the fur on his head and between his ears.
"Fhgjf skd."
Good boy. He knew he was. He wiggled his tail and licked the bare foot in appreciation. The Master bent and took him in his arms, a little wolven cub.
Format: ficlet
Genre: general
Rating: general
Warnings: none
Characters: Witch-king of Angmar, Sauron
Pairings: Witch-king of Angmar/Sauron
Creator’s Notes (optional): none
Summary: Sauron loves his wargs.
Down in the yard one of the cubs ran in circles and barked, the other one spinned in the arms, that were holding him. He tried to lick the holder in the face and did not meet much resistance. It astonished the Nazgul as he watched the scene. His position high from the tower rendered an outstanding observation point while allowing him to remain hidden from any inquisitive look.
These beasts would soon be able and willing to tear any mortal or elven body apart with their powerful greedy maws. The Witch-king remembered being witness to it in all details, a sight not for the faint of heart. Humans who served in Dol Guldur did not tend to wargs for these very reasons. Not even to the cubs that still preserved a good share of their pup clumsiness and some shreds of what resembled amity.
The cub eventually succeeded and his tongue reached the Master’s chin, even his lips. The Master smiled. On impulse the Witch-king turned away for an instance, his gauntleted fingers dug into the window’s arch as if trying to crush the stony ledge into crumbs.
When he looked down again, the Master’s hand was stroking the cub’s fur and he licked the little beast’s nose back, returning the favour. The wargling whimpered overjoyed, his tail wiggled wildly. The nazgul clenched his jaw.
Little witless creature. You are not even capable of understanding, what it is, to receive His favour. Why are you worthy?
What if I..?
The Master raised and turned his head. Defying the distance, the height between the two of them, his eyes unmistakably found the Witch-king’s, exposing him in his shelter and pinned his whole being like a butterfly.
The moon rolled over the sky, reddish, menacing and unnatural. Wolven howl disturbed the night borne from somewhere deep in the forest.
The Master summoned him. What for, the Witch-king never tried to guess. The Master's will equaled inevitable and he would learn soon enough. The most important, the Master required him and he savoured the feeling of fulfillment brought by this fact alone. He was required. With steady hand he opened the heavy door and entered his Master’s chambers.
The Master turned to him as he bowed and stood with his head low, awaiting orders.
“I will grant you that knowledge.”
For a moment he strived to consider these words but he was not given time. He began to change. Something happened to his eyesight, arms and legs. Everything dimmed.The Master grew in stature and for some reason now the Nazgul had to lift his head to glance at him. The storm of previously unknown smells entered his nose. He almost choked on them. His ears twitched at the assault of sounds he had never heard before. Dumbfounded he howled.
“ Pfivjkxeb.”
Unintelligible as it fell on his ears, the flow of sounds from his Master’s lips found the necessary strings in his new disquiet mind. He calmed down. The Master extended his arm and stroked the fur on his head and between his ears.
"Fhgjf skd."
Good boy. He knew he was. He wiggled his tail and licked the bare foot in appreciation. The Master bent and took him in his arms, a little wolven cub.
