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[giveroffruits]

[Yavanna is on her knees.

It infuriates her, too. She is one of the Valar, after all, the Kementari, Queen of the Earth. And yet, she is trapped here, forced to her knees, kept as a pet and as a reminder.

Her heart aches when she thinks of her husband. Lord Aule would be furious to see her like this, bowed and broken before one of his own pupils. Her hope has not faded just yet, but to fight on her own has done her no good so far.

Still, there are lines that she will not allow to be crossed. Not if she can help it.]

[aringonit]

[ Yavanna is on her knees, and it thrills him. Once, so long ago, he came upon Yavanna and Aule entwined together on the ground and, so innocent and unaware of the potential of the physical, he had been confused. He's not confused anymore, but vengeful and proud, and the distant echo of Aule pounding on endless earth and steel only spurns him on. His fingers trace the chain that hold her by her neck, and he considers wrapping his hand around it and setting it hot against her forced skin.

He won't. He might later. ]

Can you hear him, Milady? Your strong, powerful husband so very far away.

[giveroffruits]

[It's humiliating and debasing, trapped like this before him. He speaks to her, taunting her, and her heart aches. But no, she won't respond. She won't give him the pleasure of knowing what he's done to her, how she mourns for what has happened.

The earth is left untended now, no doubt filled with brambles and thorns. Her beautiful Spring destroyed and all memory of it erased. Her Ents too are gone and Yavanna feels the weight of that sadness on her shoulders. She never had children quite the same way her husband did, but she loved her creations all the same.

She was once fertile, but now, it's all too clear that she's become barren. She swallows back her sorrow and instead focuses on her anger, raising her head to spit at his feet and glare.]