They had been damned for their pride.
Damned for their passions.
Damned by the Valar and by Morgoth Bauglir.
Hated and envied by both.

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Reborn into an older world and freedom, they had discovered that the jealousy of Gods does not fade, and that damnation has an agelong reach.

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In dark Angmar, the Mouth of Sauron feeds his ambitions with unspeakable acts. Coldagnir the Balrog begins to learn what freedom is, whilst in New Cuivi
Category: Fiction
Characters: Aegnor, Aredhel, Balrog, Beleg, Celegorm, Daeron, Elladan, Elrohir, Eluréd, Elurín, Eru, Fëanor, Fingolfin, Finrod, Gil-galad, Glorfindel, Gothmog, Huan, Legolas, Maeglin, Maglor, Mouth of sauron, OFC, OMC, Orc, Thranduil, Túrin, Uruk-Hai
Content: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Drama, Erotica, Explicit Sex, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Incest, Kink, Rape/Non-con, Slash
Challenge: None
Series: Magnificat Of The Damned
Chapters: 75 | Completed: Yes | Word count: 352034 | Read count: 205838

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Published: July 05, 2011 | Updated: November 14, 2016

Melian can see the future and it is grim. There is only one possible outcome which leaves a sliver of hope, but to achieve that she has to show two stubborn young elves that they do belong together. The goal does sanctify the means, even when they seem less than kind...

They were born in an Age when ambition burnt the Noldor’s tongues with the memory of a thousand griefs come before. Their people’s glory had crashed into the Earth, fallen-star brilliance long imploded into dust. 

This is the story of the sons of Elrond; two stars born into a fading world.

This is also a companion piece to The Price of Memory, and contains the story of Erion Erestorion.

There was a wound in his heart. Ingwion felt it tear; tear up his eyes and drench his mind in dark resignation and despair. Belatedly he realised the wound had been there an achingly long time and by forcibly involving himself in this he was reopening it. Or widening it.

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Quoted from Tumblr which inspired this:

ha-leths: i feel like the house of finwe just found a confused, crying, and lost little boy in the woods one day and decided to keep him and call him gil-galad

and thats why his parentage is so confusing because everyone claimed he was theirs

peredhel: that kind of makes it sound like he was Elured or Elurin haha

Together they walk in comfortable silence side by side. Though Fëanáro's shadow is bigger his brothers. Nolofinwë doesn't ask. Not even when he hears beasts growling in the distance.

A scholar sent from Imaldris thinks he can manipulate Thranduil, not a good idea! He'll get what he deserves for sure. (Sequel to a cure for boredom and the challenge)

A ring can represent practically anything. Undying love, a silent promise, real friendship, commitment, but also nobility, worship or faith. There are rings that symbolize dependence, enslavement, eternity, and apparently there is one that stands for all that’s evil in this world. But let’s not forget a ring is nothing more than a piece of metal that fits nicely around a finger. It doesn’t even have to be pretty.

So don’t ask me why I ended up risking my life, going on this quest to destroy one. I mean, you can’t really blame me for getting caught up in things I don’t even believe in, right?

This is a tenth walker fic and English is my second language. It’s possible you’ll hate this story, but don’t forget you’re not obliged to do so. And seriously, I really like readers and absolutely love reviewers.

When an orc insults Melkor in a very rude way Mairon get's to chose the Method of execution and inventive as he is he suggests something that both he and his master finds very pleasing indeed, although the poor orc won't like it that much, but Gothmog will.
Ang-Bang, very smutty, very explicit and very perverted, watching others suffer turns them on