Dancer

Dark Lord on his dark throne, he watches, mesmerised despite himself. Already his minions have fallen into slumber.

I scarcely dare breathe as I move. I scarcely dare move, yet I do.

Dance! Do not think. Dance.

Yes, look at me, Morgoth. I know your thoughts. I know the price should I fail. Look at me. Am I not comely? Melian’s daughter, fair Lúthien? Am I in your dreams? Do you dream of taking me? Do you dream?

Watch. Listen to my song. Follow my every move.

And dream. Let yourself be soothed, for a while.

Watch. Listen.

Dream.

Sleep.


Originally written for Erulisse’s birthday at HASA, 2010.
Theme: something prior to the Last Alliance

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