I wake, feeling the weight of Adar's arm across my abdomen. It's the first time we've spent the whole night together, him not leaving right after sex or in the middle of the night. He was always needed somewhere in the tunnel, leaving me all hot and bothered, boiling kisses making my body burn until the wee hours of the morning. 

I turn my head to look at him. He looks so peaceful laying on his stomach, his hair a tangled mess around his handsome face, his ears peeking through the strands. He's not wearing a shirt, only a pair of dark trousers. I could stare at him all day, trace the scars on his skin with my fingertips, and kiss the pale tissue carrying his story of torment and triumph. He's survived Morgoth's wrath. He's the Lord Father of an army of mighty Uruks. He will rise to power and ravage the Southlands. And I will stand by his side. 

He stirs awake, taking a long, deep breath. He opens his eyes slowly, realizing I'm already roused. "Morning," he mumbles, moving closer to me.
"Good morning," I say, smiling.
"How do you feel?" he asks.
"Well-rested," I reply.
"That's good. No pain?" he inquires.
"No, just some faint stinging now and then," I say. "Nothing major, thanks to you and your skills."
"I've been fighting long and hard for the endurance of my children," Adar says. "I'm still fighting and I'll never stop. I've become accustomed to death, but when it came to claim you yesterday... I've become accustomed to you, Malwen. Not having you in my life, knowing what would be gone, was not an option. I would never have done what I did if it wasn't for you... I'll do anything for you."
"And I for you," I declare.
"Let me check on your wound," Adar says, already lifting my shirt to expose me. He runs his fingers across the woven skin on my rib cage. The black tread holding the deep cut together doing its job. "Looks okay. The stitches will have to come out in a couple of days." He's nodding to himself, assessing me like a healer would.
"Great," I say and wait for what he'll do to me next considering I'm almost naked.
He's becoming aware of it too, all seriousness about wounds and death aside.
"Good morning to me indeed," he growls, hovering over me. His forehead presses against mine, our breaths mingling. I'm already panting with mad want. I run my tongue over his lips, a moan escaping him before he drills his tongue into my mouth. We tongue kiss forever, neither of us able to stop; sultry kisses and simmering spit driving us into a frenzy. 

He removes his pants, my shirt already on the ground. My nipples are rose red and strutting after Adar's rough suckling, and his cock is erect and ready to stab inside my wanting cunt. His manhood strikes true, sliding through my sweltering walls with acute precision, unholy noises escaping me at the impact. He presses my already bent legs down onto the mattress, spreading me wide like a pair of raven's wings, stabbing repeatedly inside me. His shaft slides against that spot that makes me see stars during the day and the sun at night. My breath's ragged with rapture and my mind's unhinged with heated hysteria. With one hand in his hair and the other on the pelts beneath me, I tug at both, tension growing stronger by the second.
"Please, Adar, ahhhhh!" I plead loudly, the sheet-thin walls of our tent shutting out nothing of what's going on inside, and I don't care. I've been mating with their Lord Father for weeks, craving him like a beast craves flesh. I want the meat, and I want it raw, and Adar's been feeding my evergrowing appetite for pleasure every night. Deep down in the tunnel, deep inside me, bottoming out, red, rigid meat pounding against my gluttonous core.
Adar groans, changing it up, and leans down on me. I wrap my legs around him as he keeps thrusting, moaning with every ram of his length. He pants heavily, showering my lips with ravenous kisses.
"How are you even real?" he growls into my ear, followed by something in black speech. Every inch of me curls with tension, filthy words caressing my neck as he kisses and bites at it.
"Oh, I'm very real," I moan, running my nails across his back, biting the slope between his neck and shoulder hard.
"I'm gonna cum so deep inside you. I'm gonna paint you with my scent forever," his husky voice avows.
"Yessss," I mewl, his territorial promise bringing me so close to the edge, I can hardly hold it together.
A solid thrust against my swollen clit sends me head first over the cliff and I'm falling into the deep of dirty delight. I cry out, nails digging into his back, convulsing around his shaft. He keeps pounding, reaching climax shortly after, taking me with him as a new wave of ecstasy hits me hard. He growls his release, hands on my hips as he shoots his load inside me, fucking me hard and fast. "Adar, yesssss, ahhhhhhh!" I scream, the whole cosmos dancing before my eyes; the dark elf at the center of my universe, his black aura engulfing me. 

We're panting like crazy, and he's starting to slow down his moves, but not fully, teasing me still, able to draw moans from me like a sword drawing blood from a wound. I'm gaping wide with love and lust, his hands running up and down my torso, caressing my breasts. When he withdraws, I feel a void inside me, but when he wraps me in his arms, I'm whole again. We lay there resting, breaths normalizing after the erotic exertion, listening to the Uruks on the outside. 

Adar runs his scarred hand across my skin. I'm still getting used to the sight of it. He removed his spiked gauntlet one night after I finally worked up my nerves and asked him to do so. He was somewhat hesitant but pulled it off slowly, a mangled hand appearing. Burned and scarred, his nails are barely stumps left from torture. I was hoping he would show me of his own volition, but seeing how exposed he looked without his glove, so vulnerable and self-conscious, I almost regretted asking him in the first place. I took his hand in mine, bringing it to my cheek, to my lips, kissing it, sucking on his index finger. He sighed with relief, one less secret between us, though I still don't know the full story behind the vicious steel gauntlet. 

"The gauntlet," I start asking. "Will you ever tell me how you came by it?"
He takes a deep breath, releasing it. "Yes, my beloved. I will tell you how I got it, now that you're ready to hear it."
I look into his eyes, a battle unfolding in his gaze, evil deeds and cruel destruction darkening his features.
"It's Sauron's," Adar says.
My breath hitches at the mention of Morgoth's lieutenant.
"After Morgoth's defeat, the one you call Sauron devoted himself to healing Middle-earth, bringing its ruined lands together in perfect order. He sought to craft a power not of the flesh, but over flesh. A power of the Unseen World." Adar pauses, only my thudding heart sounding between us.
"He bade as many as he could following him far North, but try as he might, something was missing. A shadow of dark knowledge that kept itself hidden even from him, no matter how much blood he spilt in its pursuit. For my part, I've sacrificed enough of my children for his aspirations." Adar's look is cut from stone, his voice colder than the breath of death. "I split him open. I killed Sauron."
I snap for my breath, visions of dark despair filling my mind.
"You cannot believe an uruk could do that? When your entire army could not?" Adar's tone is grim.
I believe that Adar could do that, enraged with enslavement from one master to the next, his children's blood gushing black in Sauron's twisted hunt for power. Adar is cunning and cruel in his own way, strong and righteous, fighting for what he believes in.
"I never said that. I don't even think that. I believe you're quite capable of monumental monstrosities," I state.
That earns me a smirk, his face mellowing some.
"So the gauntlet is a trophy?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, and a reminder. Being a master will only bring demise, that's why my children have none. I might be their Lord Father, but we're family; we fight, die, and conquer together. All I seek is a place where we can be free - free of others and they of us. Since we cannot live side by side, we will take this land by force and redraw the map for our endurance." Adar brings his hand to my cheek and our eyes lock. "You've spilled my enemy's blood, you've mixed your blood with mine. The Uruks might not have a master, but you're my mistress, the very light in my dark veins. I adore you, and my children will too. Sorogrim's already calling you by your name."
I chuckle. "I kinda liked it when he called me she-elf."
Adar presses a kiss to my lips. "You're Malwen the Shadow Assassin and your name brings fear. If word reaches the humans about the wood's dark shadow joining the Uruks, they will shiver with fright. Together we're unstoppable. Only you can bring me to my knees, my Mabrotnosh." He kisses me hard and deep.
"I need to learn black speech," I mumble in between the kisses. "How do you say 'bad habit'?" I ask.
"Ovani," Adar growls.
"You're an ovani I never want to break," I purr.
"My ambal kurtil," Adar says. "You might as well cut my heart out if you ever do." 

--- 

We emerge from the tent. I've washed and braided my hair, wearing an outfit that's been sewn to fit my body. I'm wearing a pair of tight, dark trousers in some kind of leather, a soft gray blouse with wide arms, and a black, laced-up leather belt to keep it in place, enhancing my waist and bosom. Around my neck dangles a necklace with a bone pendant. From what or whom I did not ask when Adar put it over my head. I thread the earth in tall boots as we walk towards the field kitchen. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse and when I'm handed a bowl with some sort of stew, meat clearly in it, I do not ask what it is, I just chow it down. Adar looks amused.
"What?" I ask while mopping up the last of the stew with a piece of bread.
"Nothing, Mordo Nethar, just happy to see you have a hearty appetite for uruk cooking." He takes a mouthful of stew himself, sloshing some on his chin.
I giggle. "You have a little..." I point at my chin. Adar wipes his own but misses it.
"Let me," I say and move to sit astride him, running my tongue over his chin.
"Naughty she-elf," I hear a voice behind me say. Sorogrim's. I turn and smirk at him.
"My sentiments exactly," Adar says and gives me a quick kiss before I rise to greet Sorogrim with a hug.
"Thank you for aiding Adar with his healing yesterday. I heard you were of great help," I say.
Sorogrim looks from me to Adar, who nods once. "Thank you, Lord Father," Sorogrim says. "I did what I could. Haven't even taught you how to play dice yet, have I? Couldn't let you go without beating you at least once or twice." Sorogrim grins at me.
"Why don't you teach Malwen 'Tripple Death Threat', I have some business to attend to anyway," Adar says while getting up.
"Uhm, sure, Lord Father," Sorogrim nods.
"You don't want me to come with you?" I ask Adar.
"No, I'll tell you later. I just need to check on something," Adar says, pulling me in for another quick kiss, but neither of us are able to settle for a hurried smooch. I don't know how long we've been making out before Sorogrim clears his throat. Adar almost growls, breath as ragged as mine, staring into my eyes. "Sorceress," he whispers. "Your enchantment will be my ruin," he declares.
"Captured by chance, bound by blood, and enslaved by entrancement. We're each other's rise and ruin," I say.
"Yes, my beloved," Adar says, giving me a final kiss before leaving me with Sorogrim and a dozen other Uruks that's been trying hard to look away from Adar and mine's public display of affection.
"Naughty she-elf," Sorogrim says again. "Don't pretend otherwise. We've all heard what's going on between the two of you."
I blush automatically though I'm not ashamed. "It's perfectly natural to feel love and lust," I just say, shrugging my shoulders.
"I would believe such lust might result in something sooner than later," I hear one Uruk mumble.
I look at her, and she at me, her eyes moving downwards, resting on my stomach. She's right, I know. Adar and I haven't tried to prevent anything. I knew I might be carrying his seed from the first time we fucked weeks ago. My mind strays to the first time I gave in to him; when I couldn't help myself from kissing him, wanting him. I fought him, battling my emotions, my depraved dark desire, but I was weak, and when we joined, I knew I'd forever lose at his might.
I place a hand on my belly. Come to think of it, I've lost track of when my moon's bleeding's due.
"There are ways to find out," the female Uruk says. "We have a midwife, Umog."
I suddenly feel sick, not because I might be carrying Adar's child, but because the stew suddenly doesn't sit right with me.
"Excuse me," I say, rushing away from the field kitchen, my right hand clasped before my mouth. 

I empty the content behind a three, hurling my guts out. I feel like fainting and brace myself against the trunk.
"Malwen," I hear Sorogrim say, a leather canteen in his hand. "Are you alright?"
"I will be," I say, panting. "Please don't mention this to Adar. It could be anything. It's my first time tasting uruk cooking other than the bread you've been bringing me every day."
"My lips are sealed, but are you sure I shouldn't bring you to Umog? She's delivered a lot of Uruk babies over the years. She's got a way of telling if one is on the way." Sorogrim looks worried.
"No, no, it's fine, I'm fine. It's probably nothing. It's too so..." I stop my line of thought. What if I am pregnant? It is too soon, but still. I've been acting like a bitch in heat, and Adar's been mounting me like a climber would Caradhras. What did I expect? What if I am expecting?
"Where's Adar? Anywhere near Umog?" I ask and reach out my hand for the flask.
"No, he's at the opposite side of the camp," Sorogrim replies, handing me the bottle of water. I gulp its contents down greedily.
"Fine, take me to her," I nod. "Better to know I guess, but not a word to Adar. If you could pass that along to the other Uruks witnessing my behavior back at the field kitchen, I'd truly appreciate that."
"I will," Sorogrim says. 

--- 

He takes me through camp till we reach a tent, the opening flapping in the wind.
"Umog, this is..."
"The Burguul Vras," Umog cuts off Sorogrim mid-sentence as a way of greeting. "I've been expecting you." She gives me a crooked smile.
I swallow hard. "You have?"
"But of course, dearie. Your lasciviousness hasn't gone unnoticed," she smirks.
Now I'm flushed beyond a ripe, red apple. What must the Uruks be thinking? Why haven't I been thinking? So loud, so hard, so much, so good. I sigh, and both Umog and Sorogrim are looking at me.
"Fine, I am a naughty she-elf," I state.
Sorogrim guffaws. "That is the understatement of the Second Age."
"Ha, ha," I say drily, turning to Umog. "Sorogrim said you had a way of telling if I'm with child, or not?"
"I do. Lay down, dearie," Umog instructs, gesturing to a cot standing in the middle of the tent.
"Can you please stand guard and let me know if Adar's coming?" I ask Sorogrim.
"Sure, she-elf," Sorogrim chuckles. 

I lay down on the cot, unlacing my belt. Umog, places her hand on my lower belly, pressing down gently. "Hmmmm," she mutters to herself, picking up a device from her medical equipment table.
"What?" I ask.
She ignores me, putting the device on my skin, the other end up to her ear. I hold my breath.
"There might be something," she finally says. "But it's too soon to tell. Might be nothing."
"But Sorogrim said..." I start saying.
"You're an elf, dearie. I can only tell if one Uruk is carrying a child. If I could predict your, well, predicament, I would have, but it's hidden, even from me."
"Fine. Thank you for trying," I say, getting off the cot, and relacing my belt.
"What if you were, she-elf?" Umog asks. "What if you were with child?"
"I-hhh," I stop to think about my next words. "I would love him or her endlessly, knowing how his or her life was created; with the man I call my home." I feel my eyes mist.
Umog smiles. "Well then, dearie, for your sake I hope your womb is carrying life."

--- 

I depart the tent feeling beside myself, a tear running down my cheek.
"What did she say?" Sorogrim asks.
"If she could tell, and if I was with child, I would have told Adar first," I say.
"Of course," Sorogrim nods.
"But she couldn't. I'm none the wiser," I say.
"That's peculiar. She's normally very good at this," Sorogrim says.
"Yes, well, I'm not an Uruk, am I?" I snap at him, regretting it at once.
"No, but last night you said that even though you're not Uruk by blood, you're one by choice, by heart," Sorogrim says.
"You're right. I am. My dark actions lead me into Adar's realm, my heart immediately choosing to spiral down a twisted path before my mind could even protest when I first saw him." And when I spot Adar across the field, his warlord walk mesmerizing me, I know my heart and mind would now agree, and I'd make the same choice all over again.