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>Out fishing
>Find cool ring in the river
>Put it on
>I’m I am now apparently married to a 9 wights
They should really put a warning on these things

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>Steal one ring to rule them all
>Propose to ring wraiths with said ring
Would it work lads?

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>>34607705
I prefer the 'faceless bitch who loves you' genre

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For some reason lately the idea of a persistent monster that never stops hunting the man she's targeting keeps popping into my head. Like a Nazgul for or Terminator example

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>>33799872
>Ranger anon fighting through legions of orc galz
>Funny how none of them have tried to take him only restrain him
>Suddenly they clear and Death arrives on fell wings
>One of the Dark Lady's greatest servants, an extension of her will, a nazgul
>Her fell beast lands and lumbers forwards then stops, the air grows silent and oppressive as the foul black speech of Mordor begins to be uttered
>"R-r-ranger b-boy w-will you-- w-wiiii", her face is blushing scarlet as the orcs begin whispering encouragement
>"W-w-willl you g-go out with muh-muh meeeeeee", she's hiding her face in her hood and her fell beast has returned to it's original humanoid form to tell her she did a good job
>Ranger anon mulls it over https://youtu.be/dI8wt5soxXE
>He gets rushed by a small army of upset orcs and one very angry fell beast as the nazgul wails
>They hold him in place as an orc captain comforts the sniffling and hiccuping nazgul by telling her "If he gets hard it's basically a yes to your confession anyway"
>Somebody or something pulls the ranger's trousers down as the nazgul's presence grows closer and more oppressive
>She stands over him and delicately runs a gloved hand under cloak, lifting it to reveal her dripping mound and a small tuft of hair
>Ranger anon's little Gondorian springs to full-mast as the nazgul pushes the rest of her cloak aside to straddle him
>She stares into his eyes with a pout, and the last thing anon hears is "Fool, you should've known once a nazgul starts hunting 'the one' she never stops" as she drops down to take him to hilt

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