Huan
When I'd first latched onto his throat, it had been thick, hairy; the throat of a wolf. Now though, it was small and soft. It was the throat of an elf, or a man.
I could feel the frantic race of his pulse, as the large vessels underneath my teeth carried blood from heart to brain. If I wanted to, I could easily close my teeth, and destroy the fragile body he was inhabiting.
But I didn't. Lúthien was offering the fallen Maia a choice. I felt the slender muscles in his neck move as he swallowed.
Then, he spoke.
Lúthien
He had stopped struggling.
It was a good idea, as Huan still had him by the throat. One wrong move, and he would loose the form he was inhabiting. I stared at him.
He was scared, though he tried not to show it. He was on his back, head tossed back, held aloft by the teeth in his neck. I named my terms. We were kin, in a way. I would give him the option to save himself.
Golden eyes met mine. He swallowed, the muscles in his neck contorting strangely around the teeth embedded in them.
Then, he spoke.
Sauron
They thought I was scared of them. Hah.
I freely admit to being scared. But I was not terrified of the overgrown hound or the beautiful girl in front of me. Hardly.
You see, unlike them, I knew what happened to those who displeased my master. And he was going to be displeased. Oh, yes. And it would be even worse if this slender elleth and her mortal lover were able to achieve their quest.
But that was ridiculous. There was no choice now, should I refuse them, they would simply take what they wanted from me.
So, I spoke.