I've decided to take a break out of my courting of my fair Ungoliant to tell you all a little story.
*strums guitar a bit*
It involves an
elf with a fucking long name. And another
elf without such a long name. But he had a round head so it's all good.
One day they were at this party thing. And they walked out back swigging their alcohol and cursing and swearing and noting that Maedhros probably stuffed.
Finally they were on the deckchairs and he turned to her and said, in a husky voice. "I am so fucking bored"
And she replied, DRIVEN BY LUST AND LOVE: "My husband is off getting his ass drunk again. One day I will take him out and shoot him"
His eyes gazing deep into hers he answered, his voice delving into the dialects of luvvvv: "I need to get around to some kinslaying"
They sat back, each digesting the feelings of the other when finally she looked up, emotions swirling around her eyes.
"Wanna fuck?"
"I've got two minutes to spare. Sure"
She was a bit disturbed when midway he screamed out the name Celegorm, but later blamed that on her hair being a mess from the humidity.
And one day she bore a child and made a game attempt at drowning it in the sink. But decided that giving it to the man was a little easier then dealing with the criminal charges. She still remembered big Nelly from her last visit to the prison.
Somehow they all managed to live after that with minimal suffering.
The end.
Back to my byootiful Ungolly.