Well, for the past hour the elf had done nothing but stare at him. Numerous questions were answered with a glare, enough to reduce Mairon to pacing with enough anger to power a furnace and screaming things along the lines of,
"WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE COLOUR THEN? No? Still silent? Alright then. ANSWER ME FOR ERU'S SAKE!"
Annoyingly the elf didn't even flinch, and gave a small look to each of the orcs flanking the cage.
Mairon sighed.
"If you wish".
He gestured to the guards and they marched away, leaving them alone.
The elf sat back with a satisfied huff.
"Turquoise" he said, smirking.
"What?"
"That's my favourite colour. So, where will we start?"
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.
