Release from Bondage

Pronunciation:
Se i-’lir nin, i-’Lir Leithian: Seh eh-leer neen, eh-leer lay-thee-ahn (Sindarin)

Luthien attempts to seduce and trick Melkor into losing one of his three Silmarils. After a little teasing she ends up putting him to sleep at the very end (hence the minor hypno tag, but I'm not really sure you need that).
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[F4M][Seduction][Teasing][LOTR/Tolkien][Elf][Minor Hypnosis]
Release from Bondage
The Seducing of Melkor, the Dark Lord by Luthien Tinuviel:
Of Luthien’s Song and the Taking of a Silmaril
Morgoth’s Throne, Angband Fortress, Arda     Year 466 of the First Age


By love and starlight have I journeyed through your land,
Deeper into the blackened chasms of your fortress in Angband.
Many leagues I have traveled, many perils have I passed,
And now I stand before your Dark Throne, finally, at last.


Should I let fall your lieutenant and slip off his vampiric skin?
Do not move Morgoth, I know you are still lame from Fingolfin.
Luthien, daughter of King Thingol, that is my name.
And also the last time it shall be uttered in these cursed halls of flame.


I come with an offer, one to appease your darkest delight;
Hear me now Melkor, He who Arises in Might!
Behold my beauty! Elven and Maiar skin laid bare;
And all you must do is not let go of my stare.


For when it breaks, and most assuredly it will,
I shall have for myself as reward: a Silmaril.
Were I to fail and cast aside my own gaze,
You may have of my body in the most twisted of ways.


You can mar me like Arda and break me as a siege,
Leave me chained and broken whimpering, ‘Yes, my liege.’
I can see it in your eyes, that dark and evil desire,
To have of my body until we both grow weak and tire.


Let the Noldor, those Kin-slayers, rest a little more in peace,
For I bring unto you a song, one to aide in your release…


Atop the glittering hills of gold,
And beneath the rising twilight moon.
There lay an Elf, so fair and bold,
As to make the Dark Lord swoon.


She sings her song day and night,
Even under clouds of doom.
For when she sings none give fight,
Just look around this room...


Her eyes deep, with warm embrace,
That no creature dare deny.
Her voice soothing, thru’ Valar grace,
Just like the star-filled sky.


None have seen beyond her face,
Yet her body is still well known.
The most beautiful of any race;
More seductive than a throne.


She whispers soft into your ear
And it brings you to your knees,
“Come Morgoth, have no fear,
There is a jewel that I must seize.”


And Morgoth came, in bliss and drear,
To the sound of her voice.
Tho’ he did not move any more near
As if he yet still had choice.


Stare deep into my Elven eyes
For now I bring you dance.
Dare to gaze upon my thighs,
As you only get one chance.


Far more beautiful without guise
As they dance atop your guard.
Let your might, through passion, rise
And you shall see them marred.


Hear them whisper your name
As they glide across the floor...


I’m surprised it has gone this far, you must be thirsty for more.


Behold my naked body! Yearn and desire for what you see.
Break the bondage of my eyes, may lust set you now free.
You've corrupt the lands of Arda beyond repair from all,
Yet here you sit, trembling, enchanted by my thrall.


Should I reach out and touch it? I know you’re hard at this sight.
Mmm, no wonder Ungoliant overcame you with her might.
Such a weak and frail mind, you’re already starting to break.
Perhaps I should question how much more you can take.


If I were to, firmly and slowly, start stroking away,
I imagine you would do anything that I’d ask of or say.
Touch my breast, let your hands caress the hills of Valinor.
If you could but see them, I know you would greatly adore.


Feel your hands slide atop my smooth Maiar skin,
The most comely of breasts amongst all Elven-kin.
Surrender to me Morgoth, the stars have been aligned.
The time has now come when I must gently break your mind.


Listen closely to my words, let them guide you down;
For I need a jewel, one that sits upon your crown.
Let your eyes grow weary as they get harder to hold.
Sit there and relax, just do as you are told.


Let your mind grow clear of any and all thought;
Deeper my Dark Lord; so valiantly you fought.
Sinking evermore, into the deepest of deep,
Listening to my song, as it puts you to sleep.


How easily a mind can be bent and broken
From just listening to my words, so seductively spoken.

(Seh eh-leer neen, eh-leer lay-thee-ahn)
Se i-’lir nin, i-’Lir Leithian;
This is my song, the Lay of Leithian.