Mairon, in the meantime, was, in his opinion, as happy as it was ever possible to be.
After his master and oh-so-sexy lover had been called away regarding some issue with a few approaching Noldor, he had been sent to get the horses.
Tack them up in full Angband armour and greet the enemy in style. As he mounted his stallion he leaned forward, and wrapped his slender arms around the horse's neck. He breathed in the warm scent and whispered soothing words in Quenya. Yes, he was supposed to use Black Speech, but Quenya was softer and less harsh.
Then, taking Melkor's horse's lead rope, he set off in a fast trot, armour clanging and leather squeaking.
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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.
