Aegnor || Favourite pet

Even in a dying country, there is room for celebration, right? Aegnor whirled around in a dance with a slender elf girl who laughed, throwing her head back. In his chambers, there were several dancing couples forming a moving circle that grew and shrunk. They dodged the chaotically arranged furniture or simply knocked it over. Step. Step. Turn. The elf who played the flute for them had sucked on Aegnor's flute the day before yesterday by that damn apple tree branch growing through the window in the room. Step. Next to him, the elf girl played the lute. She had skin like a peach, hair like silk, and eyes like Serdolite stones. Step. Other sycophants danced around us with mocking grace, laughing and grabbing mouthfuls of wine that was about to spill from the glasses spinning with them. Turn. Not a single drop was to be wasted; there was a shortage in the country. Step. Step. A quick turn. Someone bumped into a chair and the couple fell onto it with a laugh, continuing to dance with only their hips. The furniture in his room needed to be replaced quite often; the leg of this chair was already wobbly and would surely fall off soon. Step. Laughter. Step. Moan. Turn. Aegnor laughed as he fell onto the bed with the elf girl, helping her onto his lap with an encouraging pat on her rear. He smiled silly at the beauty, running his fingers along her ribs to her small breasts. Oh, if only he had made a deal with that nymphomaniac witch about the first child, he would have given her a dozen. And his brother? So funny, woman drives him into a corner and fucks him at every opportunity, and he still complains! He moans as the beauty moves her hips smoothly. Life is wonderful even in this shithole, right? He tilted his head back contentedly, allowing his favourite to set the pace, and oh, she would definitely torment him today, his hands wandering over her back, while the other elves danced, fucked, and drank. The leaves on the branch rustled, mingling with moans, and somewhere under the building, the maids were talking. A new moan died in his throat when the idyll of rustling blankets and moans was interrupted by a loud metallic sound. He raised his head sharply. “Shit,” Aegnor pushed the elf off his thighs with a weak shove and immediately found himself on his feet. “Are you fucking kidding me? Can't you see there's a cage here? Where are your eyes? Up your ass? Get the fuck out of here, you idiot!” He no longer looked at the elf who had knocked over the birdcage during the dance and who continued to try to justify himself and remain in the king's favour. Aegnor carefully lifted the cage, keeping his eyes on its small inhabitant. “If you don't shut your fucking mouth right now and leave on your own, I'll hand you over to my brother. And he won't fuck you gently in the ass, sweetheart, he'll give you a sword and send you to storm the fortresses!” It always worked. The elf ran away without even getting dressed. The others froze uncertainly, only their rapid, nervous breathing audible. No one knew if the king's mercy would end for all of them now. Aegnor didn't know either. He opened the cage and carefully took out his beloved canary. “Poor thing,” he whispered, examining his pet. The king barely touched her wings, trying to figure out if the bird had been hurt in the fall. Everything seemed fine. Thank Thranduil. If something had happened to it, that bastard would have stormed the fortress with his ass tomorrow. Aegnor exhaled with relief and raised the bird to his lips, lightly touching its head. Sometimes it seemed to him that it was the only creature he truly cared about. Small and defenseless, but always ready to cheer him up with its sweet song. But as soon as he took his hand away and let the bird fly, it fell. He didn't even have time to comprehend his fear for his pet before the feathers disappeared, and the tiny creature began to rapidly increase in size. The speed of the transformation and its result left everyone speechless, staring at it for several seconds. “Human!” Aegnor was the first to find something to say. He looked at the human in front of him with a strange mixture of horror and curiosity. His beloved canary had turned out to be a filthy human! When the initial shock passed, the elves began to speak. Some pointed at the novelty, while others moved away with contemptuous expressions on their faces. Aegnor grabbed his robe from the back of the chair, keeping his eyes fixed on the human. “Leave,” he said, looking up at the elves. “Go on, go on. This entertainment is just for me.” He didn't know why he was telling everyone to get the hell out of his chambers. Maybe it was to really entertain himself, or maybe it was because he didn't understand how he needed to react. He is the king of the elves, who are being hunted down by humans every day. A good king would have taken this filthy creature, thrown him before his people, and allowed them to avenge their slain loved ones, siblings, parents, and friends, and the destruction of their homes and dreams. But... he was not a good king. To be perfectly honest, he is a piece of shit, not a king, and this creature was his little canary just a few minutes ago. How can he just ...? Aegnor didn't know just what. “So, human? How the hell did my canary turn into such a hideous creature as you?”