"No, you haven't"
Mairon knew he hadn't. You don't wear armour for paperwork.
"You don't wear armour for paperwork" he pointed out, raising an eyebrow - Melkor just smiled. A worried smile, but it was still a smile, which made Mairon want to kiss him even more than he did already.
"I was cold" Melkor replied, although it was obvious he hadn't been - unlike Mairon, he seemed to be made of heat. Oh well.
His master smiled again and, releasing the Maia from his arms, turned with a swish of his robes and walked away, metal boots clanking on the floor, leaving Mairon alone again.
He shivered.
YOU ARE READING
Of Love and Torture
FanfictionThis is an Angbang/Silmarillion fanfic written by me and the incredible @SweetieDoggie. In which an irritable Melkor, a disaster-prone Mairon and an unfortunate Maedhros all end up in the same fortress, so naturally chaos ensues.
