A soft, cool breeze swept through the waves of her hair as she stood atop the hill overlooking the vastness of green hues before them. Lush meadows and hills sprawled out before her, scarred with slithers of small ravines and crystal blue rivers, all of which lead into the great expanse of the Sea of Núrnen in the far distance before them.

Sprawling herself out on the softness of the grass, she took in a deep breath of the clean air, the smile on her face spreading from ear to ear as she looked up at the blue of the sky and the soft pillows of clouds that drifted gently through the air. Rolling onto her stomach she looked towards the direction they had come, and frowned at the distant sight of the dark ash clouds and flashes of lightning through the sky. Aradheleth looked up at her husband then and propped herself up onto her elbows. His silver hair too fluttered from the breeze as he stared out at the distance.

"Why did you build Barad-dûr in Gorgoroth, that wasteland ruined by Orodruin? Why did you not build it here, in this lush, beautiful land?" She asked casually after a long moment of silent thought.

"Is it not obvious?" He replied to her without looking down, his eyes fixated on something in the distance unseen. "Orodruin fuels industry; industry needed to build my armies. Without its molten lava we would not have the iron or obsidian. Without its raining ash, Núrn would not be the fertile land that you can see before you. Núrn's fertility feeds the masses, it produces the food that you eat. Every land in Mordor has its purpose."

"I know..." She sighed. "I would like to have my own palace here. I dislike not knowing if it is day or night, not being able to see the stars..."

"Get used to it." He replied simply.

"Surely you could spare a few hundred orcs..." She pushed the matter further.

"No." He looked down at her then, his shining amber eyes warningful.

"I give you my body every day... and night." She pouted in protest.

"And that is your duty as my wife!" He snapped, raising his voice in annoyance.

"When are you going to plant your seed in me then?" She continued to push him defiantly.

"Have I not warned you before that my patience is not limitless?"

"I do not remember." She replied, using the same simpleness in his voice that he often used on her. "So when are you going to put a pup in me?" She rephrased.

"Soon enough."

"Once you've had your fun with me." She almost corrected, but he did not change his tone.

"Exactly."

"So how many women have you fucked?" She asked suddenly, the question taking the Dark Lord off guard, making him stare at her.

"You are treading a fine line, wife." He hissed. "I brought you here so shut your mouth and enjoy the view."

"So testy." She mumbled. "I am simply asking a question."

"One that you could not possibly comprehend the answer of."

"Oh? So a few?"

He rolled his eyes at her. "Do not insult me."

"Quite a few?" She asked rather innocently.

The Dark Lord glared at her for a long moment, and she sank back slightly from him. Her questioning was just part of her nature, he had known that before she had even opened her mouth. Though the questions she was asking were undesirable, he could afford to indulge her, at least to see how far she would go.

"I would say more than quite a few." He replied simply.

"And not only women I can imagine?" She added without fault, making him raise one of his curved eyebrows at her.

"Would you like to find out for yourself?" He purred at her, his answer now taking her off guard and making her flush. When she did not reply, he grinned victoriously.

"I will do as my husband wishes," She said submissively. Yet, it were not to be without another brash remark. "As I am sure my husband was once as submissive to his own master."

Was that a pink hue of a blush she saw on his cheeks then, or a flash of anger?

"It seems that you believe you can wag your tongue however you like. Perhaps I should rip it out of your skull?" He seethed.

"But then how could I suck that delectable cock of yours properly?" She fawned as she sidled up beside him and traced her fingers along his crotch.

"A mere inconvenience." He frowned at her. "At least I would have some peace and quiet!"

"Well before you rip my tongue from my head, at least tell me, did you and the Darkest of the Valar have relations?"

She ducked below the swipe of the Dark Lord's arm, and clutched onto it to hug him tightly. His eyes widened in surprise at such a reaction, and he almost shoved her off, but when she buried that soft face of hers into the crook of his neck his heart suddenly felt... something.

She was indeed very little like her father. Perhaps too human, a bane parted to her by her mother.

Sighing, he put his arm around her and pulled her closer to his body.

"Could you at least tell me how you were born?"

"Why are you asking so many unimportant questions?" He mumbled despite knowing her answer.

"I am simply curious, and as my husband I know little of you except what is told in fantastical legends and stories."

"Well, I was not born." He replied as he looked back over at the view of the bright lake. "I was... created."

"By the Vala named Aulë, am I not correct?" She quipped excitedly.

The Dark Lord cringed at the mention of his first master's name.

Seeing this, Aradheleth rested her head upon his shoulder and began to stroke the musculature of his arm through his robes. "He was the Smith of the Valar, known for creating the most beautiful of objects due to his skills as a master craftsman. The most beautiful of his creations being Mairon, his most revered smith."

Another slight blush of pink flushed his pale face. He could not allow her tear down his barriers with her honeyed words.

"It seems you need to return to your studies Aradheleth." He frowned, still not looking down to her. "Aulë did not create me. I was created by Eru Ilúvatar himself before the beginning of time, before the great song of the Ainur created Eä, the material universe as you know it."

"I was not aware that you were older than time itself, nor was I aware you were created by the creator of all things." Aradheleth was genuinely surprised, her bright hazel eyes now wide.

"After Eä was created," He continued. "I was made a Maia of Aulë, and assisted in his creations upon Arda, many of which you can see now."

Aradheleth looked back at the view with a new sense of awe. Had her husband made the mountain range she was now looking at, or perhaps he had made the great lake?

The Dark Lord began to chuckle softly at her. "No, I did not make them." He answered her aloud, startling her as she had drifted off into her own little world of fantastic imaginations of what he would have created.

"Do you still make beautiful things?" She asked almost mindlessly as her head once more drifted into a realm of golden jewels and finery.

"Are my beasts not beautiful creatures?" He asked. She could not help but wonder if sarcasm laced his voice then. The mere thought of his beasts made her cringe.

"I meant..."

"I know what you meant." He replied. "The process of tearing the soul from an Eldar and twisting them into an orc is a delicate and refined process, not different from making ... jewels."

Aradheleth groaned and rolled her eyes, regretting that decision almost immediately as a sharp slap came across her buttocks.

"Do not roll your eyes at me, woman." He hissed, grabbing her to pull her into his lap.

"You hit like a woman." She grumbled, pressing herself against his warm body as she entwined her fingers in his flaxen hair.

He looked down at her, his amber gaze aglow with surprise and irritation that she would continue to press him. Yet, he did not strike her again but furrowed his brow and grumbled something in an ancient tongue. How could she twist him so effortlessly?

"If you punish me further," She continued. "I will become infertile and will not be able to bear you an heir."

His eyes pinned on her then. "Who says I want an heir? In any case, by your current disposition I know how fertile you are."

She looked up at him, muddled. "My current disposition?" She repeated.

"Do you really think I could not smell it on you?" He asked her plainly.

She paled then. She had thoroughly bathed that morning before they had left, and applied the appropriate measures of protection for herself. But of course, he would know every little detail about her, right down to the very essence of her being. She blushed crimson and hid her face amongst his elegant robes, defeated.

"Once your bleeding is over, you will be like a bitch in heat and perhaps then I will put a pup in you, as you so eloquently put it." He stated after a moment.

Aradheleth's face flushed with heat at the excitement of the prospect, her heart beginning to race.

"Do not keep your hopes up too high though." He warned her. "Depending on your behaviour I may just as well change my mind."

She looked up to him with sulking eyes.

"Do not look at me like that." He scowled. Thus she made her gaze an even sadder state and Annatar groaned at her.

His teeth grazed against her lips as he brought her up to his mouth. Her body instantly melted against his as their tongues entwined together in passion, his hand tracing up along her ribcage to one of her breasts. She groaned into his mouth as he fondled her, pushing his hand through the folds of her clothing to caress her bare flesh. She moaned loudly as he tweaked her nipple, pushing her down to the softness of the grass beneath them.

Slowly he inched his way down her body, lifting the skirts of her dress up around her waist. Bashfully she closed her knees from him, but he grinned at her salaciously and traced his fingers up along her thighs, beckoning her to open for him.

"But I am bleeding, master," She said in a meek and embarrassed voice.

"Do not think I care about that." He purred as he leant down to whisper into her ear. "It has never stopped me."

Once more his teeth grazed along her flesh as he traced his tongue along the inside of her cleft, licking up her monthly crimson mixed with the sweet juices of her arousal. The tip of his tongue teased at her entrance, taking in her coppery flow, her primal taste making his cock harden beneath him.

Arching her back against his delicious teasing she moaned loudly, her voice echoing down through the fields around them.

A loud roar could be heard in the distance, perhaps its interests peaked by the sounds of Aradheleth's arousal, startling her. Annatar lifted his head up slightly and grinned, his lips and chin smeared with her red moon. "Looks like you are not the only one aroused." He hummed, pursing his lips then to lap upon her nub, inserting two of his fingers deeply inside of her. Her blood laced nectar dripped down his fingers as he thrust them in and out of her. Pressing hard against her inner sweet spot with his fingertips, he pushed his tongue harder against her nub, stopping to trace it around its edges and over the most sensitive point.

Her head floated amongst the stars as he worked her sex, crying out as he pushed her to her uppermost limits, her body quivering on the brink of her peak. Her body writhed when he finally allowed her to reach the heavens, her loins exploding with electric pleasure and an immense heat.

Sitting himself upright, he sucked her juices from his fingers while he watched her panting, attempting to come down from her height. As his eyes trailed down he caught the sight of her blood smeared thighs, the deep crimson clinging to the small pelt of her pubic hair.

Before her head could descend from the clouds he pulled his member free from its trappings and pushed his full length into her, making her cry out once more. He began to ride her wildly, pushing her legs close to her body so that they pressed against his chest and her knees hooked over his shoulders. His amber gaze burned with vigour as he captured her mouth with his once more, twisting his tongue around hers like the coils of a snake.The coppery taste of his lips lingered in her mouth as he pulled away, grunting with the fervour he was ramming her.

As she thought she could no longer hold any form of disposition, she felt her womanhood fill with molten burning as he spent his seed into her, sighing into her now dampened hair as he released.

Once she had regained her senses she gazed up at him languidly, and it took her a few moments before her eyes readjusted to the reality in front of her. Seeing that her blood was smeared on much of his face and hands, she blushed bright with embarrassment and pinned her gaze to the ground.

Annatar could not help but chuckle wickedly at her naivety. Her blood seeped into his skin, disappearing completely. He then licked his lips before leaning forward to kiss the remnants of blood that clung to her skin. Once he was satisfied with her state of cleanliness he pulled her back into his lap and embraced her.

Aradheleth sat there, frozen for a long moment, surprised at his sudden show of warmth. In the short time they had been married, not once had he ever embraced her, even when they lay in the same bed together. She felt suddenly exhausted at that moment and was soon to fall into slumber in his arms.

"My queen, you are awake!" Yilkiz was surprised when her queen's eyes suddenly shot open. Aradheleth looked about the room, disorientated. "I'm back at the tower?" She asked, surprised.

"Yes, mistress. You have been here for quite some time. The Dark Lord brought you in and lay you in the bed himself."

"I..I fell asleep in his arms on the top of a hill."

It was Yilkiz's turn to look surprised.

"Where is my husband?" Aradheleth wiped her eyes then.

"Attending to affairs I believe, mistress. He ordered no one to disturb you, and I had not intended to but I thought to bring you some refreshments just in case you were to wake."

"Thank you." Aradheleth replied as she yawned. "I had really wanted to see the moon and stars in Núrn..." She sighed dolefully then.

"Mistress...?" Yilkiz began after a moment, feeling very unsure of herself.

"What is it?"

"There is a way for you to go there on your own...I do not advise it however, as Núrn is very dangerous I believe. Especially at night where all manner of beasts come out to prey."

"Oh?" This tidbit of information peaked Aradheleth's interest. However, Yilkiz averted her gaze shamefully.

"Please forget what I said. The Dark Lord will have me skinned if I told you..."

"I will have you skinned if you do not tell me now!" Aradheleth threatened, then softening her face. "Please tell me. I have annoyed the Dark Lord enough today and as he is occupied I know he cannot take me back there anytime soon. But I am so desperate to see clear skies and the diamonds in the blanket of night again."

Yilkiz looked away again. "I know, but if anything were to happen to you! At the very least...let me come with you!"

"First, tell me how I can get there."

"There is a portal that the Dark Lord's highest generals use to transport themselves here quickly. Orcs and Uruk-hai have also been known to utilise it."

"And how do you know such information?" Aradheleth asked suspiciously.

"I have been here for quite a time, mistress. We slaves do know things..."

Aradheleth rose an eyebrow then. "Well you will have to tell me some of these things some time. Now, tell me where this portal is."