牌安，drabbles
1.安格班地牢里的追念和后见之明
Regret, retrospection at the unseemliest part of time, a shroud of shadow over the heart and the excruciating price of lucidness, a mechanism of the mind to learn, but only another useless burden when one is without another chance. It does not cease the blood trickling down the chains at his ankle, nor lessen the severing pain dispossessing all rest.Sauron’s patience seems to be draining out, the slash of the whip and the fall of the blunt edge of swords only becomes harder and more restraintless, his menacing figure wrapped in flame and fume seldom halts in front of his irondoor, in the flickering light of the barred fire only his own shadow wavers alone.
If only he had seen through the fair disguise. But wherefore shall he turn away the gracious envoy garbed in white and gold when he promised so sincerely the blissfulness which he had not witnessed yet craved? The fallen Maia had descended like a god through the tempest and spake of perfection, of transcendence, of glittering dew at dawn on the pedals of never-fading lilacs, of springs whose water ever clear and singing, of limpid crystal compliant in hands of craftsman, of refined technique surpassing the one son of Fenwё. In the gentle dripping from the refreshed leaves after-storm, like rays of sun his golden hair shone. He lowered one knee and vowed his dedication, in his smile there was only truth and sublimity.
简而言之：牌：Tell me how to say no to this~~I~~don't know how to say no to this~~In my mind I'm trying to go~~But then his body's on mine and I don't say~~No~~
Annatar, the lord of Gift. Indeed, they have received much from him, for a time there was a portion of him in every one ofhis crafts while he himself succumbed to the Maia’s glamour. Maybe that was the deceiver’s intention as well, to win his confidence completely like a tree dugging down deep into stubborn soil then fracture him to pieces.
2.纯真的夏夜啊，牌被欺骗了感情啊
That night when humming of insects rose and ebbed all and steadily around them, when the conversation of metal and work inthe forge was blown away by the gentle touch of the wind in summer nights, when he managed barely to cling on their seemly topic while his mind wondered somewhere entirely unseemly, when at some point the distance between them felt usurpinglyclose yet temptingly far. Annatar had stopped talking and gazed right into his eyes. “Tyelpe.” He breathed. Next moment he was claiming his mouth and sliding hands down his sides. And when he did not flinch his mouth followed soon after,resting on his navel and caressing the fabric there with lips. His eyes darted upwards to meet his, golden irises sparkling faintly in the moonlight and, oh Elbereth on seeing the playful little smirk that softened his complexion he could not help but lodge his hands on the golden tresses falling lose about his shoulder and breathe,breathe into the cool limpid night of June, into the restless, enflaming rustling of leaves roused by the winds.
