7. Annatar the Fair
Look at the two of them, huddled together like two ancient children! I am amused, and yet intrigued, as well.
Olórin- facing me with unabashed courage, hmm, well, I suppose I grudgingly respect that. It will do him no good, of course, but at least, he will die with his pride. Good for him.
I also see in his expression something else- he is shocked by my appearance, thinking, perhaps, I had become a monster under the black branched armor.
I see the plain and naked desire on his face, and I could return it, easily enough.
I am, actually, very disappointed:
I had looked forward to the day when I could have them both, and pleasure would flow like wine, and I harbored the very pleasant fantasy that they would both submit to me.
Oh, I have harbored many fantasies about these two.
Alas, Curumo! How he has crumbled under my – correction – how brave he was, when plotting to steal my great prize! How utterly swollen with arrogance, and obscene conceit!
Truly, I have never seen as treacherous a being as he. More grudging respect.
I have had some very dark and feverish dreams of you, Curumo.
Dreams in which my screams were louder even than yours, and I shared my power with you in a very unique way.
But I think you would have rather had it turn out this way, then ever truly submit to me.
Olórin regards me with such concern- and I see he is even now trying to cover his fallen brother Maia as much as possible- trying to protect him!
What, are they rutting each other these days? What have you kept from me, Curumo?
Strange, these Istari.
I suppose I should say something:
"Olórin, why are you trying to protect Curumo? Do you truly think he deserves it? Has he not betrayed you, yourself? What value do you find in him? Are you fucking each other in these last days?"
I smile as I say it.
Olórin looks at me now, as one would look at an errant child- ah, how that angers me! – but I wait to hear his reply:
"Sauron, I do not know what you have done to him, but have you no sense of shame, or any honor at all? He may have turned at the last, but did he not serve you well for many years? After all, we both know the soul-shattering call of the Ring! He could not resist! And for this, you torture one of your own?"
And now I do laugh, and Olórin shakes his head and looks away from me.
Cradles his treacherous brethren, oh so tenderly, and it only enrages me all the more.
"You did not answer my last question. Or perhaps, by failing to do so, you have already. You are a very slow learner, Olórin, but that's alright. I have time. You may hold that viper in your arms, for now, but only for now. Perhaps, when he recovers, he will service you."
Olórin mumbles some inane words now, trying to coax me into surrender.
My laughter erupts again. The fool!
Curumo dares to look around, coming out from under Olórin's wing – he suddenly has a different look, than the beaten dog I saw only a moment ago.
Ah, I recognize this: the fearless and ever so clever Istar who thought he could defraud me. I see again that old arrogant look, the haughty gleam in his dark eyes.
Not wise enough to stay silent, he makes the unfortunate choice of speaking:
"Lord Sauron, Olórin speaks naught but the truth- but I do not need another to- to defend me! Ever I served you well, and tho' I have been judged and condemned for it already- I have never said I intended to do any ill or wrong to you!"
Olórin gets a look on his face of alarm and dismay, and I am certain mine is merely one of some considerable anger. Saruman however- looks- oh, the absurdity!- he looks SINCERE!
It could not be any more blatantly insulting, if he walked up to me and slapped me in the face.
I step forward, and notice, for the first time, that the cell door is unlocked- how interesting, I think- but I do not say a word.
"Get up, Curumo!" I command, daring Olórin to defy me.
But Curumo does stand, and faces me – I see again the nobility of his features, and the beauty of his fierce ebony eyes.
I cannot, however, show any laxity- and so I draw back my hand- still in a black battle glove- and strike him across the face, pulling back the last second so I do not kill him.
My blow sends him reeling back to the floor of the cell, and he glares up at me with a savage hatred.
Olórin- of course!- goes to him immediately, and Curumo pushes him away, and stands again to face me.
Perhaps I misjudged my fellow Maia!
Oh, without a doubt, he plotted and schemed against me, and everyone else.
But it just may be, I can make something of him, after all. I no longer dismiss him as a cowering fool.
"Explain yourself, then, if you have anything to say I have not heard!"
Curumo looks at me with pure scorn – and THAT will not do – I make ready to strike him again- and he backs away quickly, saying:
"Do not do so, my Lord Sauron- I can tell you many things that you still have need of hearing! I will not grovel at your feet- but I have ever been your comrade in arms! What do I need to do, to regain that which I have lost?"
Curumo- ah, Curumo- my chosen – you, whom I let come closer to me than anyone since Melkor-
My heart softens, and my cock hardens, suddenly beginning to stir to life under my armor.
I want his white bearded mouth on it, and his elegant, filthy, lying tongue -
yes- venom drips from your words, Curumo- the great Deceiver, you of the magickal Voice, lies, so many lies, even to out-do anything I have ever known.
I have been fierce, and I have been bold- and yes- cruel, very cruel.
But you, Curumo: you are that Serpent I used to dream of, sly and
wise in your wickedness- sweet as a killing blow, and darkly arousing as blood drenching the sand -
I make a decision:
"Very well. I shall think of a way for you to prove your loyalty to me. Refuse it, and I will kill you- not easily, either, you know how I like to do things, don't you, Curumo?"
He meets my gaze unflinchingly, and I remember why I chose him:
That unspeakable arrogance, and relentless pride. He cannot allow himself to admit OR submit, and it may perhaps work out in my favor-
- and I know just what to demand.
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