The Ring and the Crown by A. Vulgarweed (NC-17)
Fandom: SILMARILLION
Pairing: Witch-king/Sauron
Author on LJ: vulgarweed
Author Website: None, but some other stories by Vulgarweed can be found c/o TFF
Why this must be read:
Who were the Ringwraiths in life? Why did they accept the Rings from Sauron? Vulgarweed gives some chillingly plausible answers in this tale of dark desires and even darker fulfilment. Stylish writing that can't fail to send a shiver down your spine -- 'The Ring and the Crown' is a truly exceptional piece.
Strangle the boy with a cord woven of sinew from the father, whom I
have slain myself. Allow him one chance to scream or cry before his
breath is taken. Capture the cry in a vessel of glass. I keep the
vials all along one wall. Sometimes I break one and I let the breath
go, screaming down the wind - each one is a cold high wail.
They say this is the Gift of Men, to be less substantial than dust,
wasted upon the gale and then heard no more. To strive, to build, to
grow, and to die: The Glowing Ones, the Whores of the Valar, have
dressed the ugly truth in their pretty words which they hand down
from their groaning palaces on the grave-mounds of Time. But this is
the truth: the sons of Men live for ever striving with Death upon a
field of honour in which no honour is possible, and They watch us
like mighty lords entertained by the blood-sport between slaves. They
would never stoop so low as to feast and take pleasure amid our flesh
and bones, instead they grow bright upon the wreckage of our souls.
Love this world or despise it, it matters not - to corruption our
bodies aspire, and our souls to oblivion.
The Ring and the Crown
Pairing: Witch-king/Sauron
Author on LJ: vulgarweed
Author Website: None, but some other stories by Vulgarweed can be found c/o TFF
Why this must be read:
Who were the Ringwraiths in life? Why did they accept the Rings from Sauron? Vulgarweed gives some chillingly plausible answers in this tale of dark desires and even darker fulfilment. Stylish writing that can't fail to send a shiver down your spine -- 'The Ring and the Crown' is a truly exceptional piece.
Strangle the boy with a cord woven of sinew from the father, whom I
have slain myself. Allow him one chance to scream or cry before his
breath is taken. Capture the cry in a vessel of glass. I keep the
vials all along one wall. Sometimes I break one and I let the breath
go, screaming down the wind - each one is a cold high wail.
They say this is the Gift of Men, to be less substantial than dust,
wasted upon the gale and then heard no more. To strive, to build, to
grow, and to die: The Glowing Ones, the Whores of the Valar, have
dressed the ugly truth in their pretty words which they hand down
from their groaning palaces on the grave-mounds of Time. But this is
the truth: the sons of Men live for ever striving with Death upon a
field of honour in which no honour is possible, and They watch us
like mighty lords entertained by the blood-sport between slaves. They
would never stoop so low as to feast and take pleasure amid our flesh
and bones, instead they grow bright upon the wreckage of our souls.
Love this world or despise it, it matters not - to corruption our
bodies aspire, and our souls to oblivion.
The Ring and the Crown