Mairon took a deep breath, sparring himself no more than a few seconds to put his thoughts back into order before riding off. Some other orcs and their mounts (abnormally large wolves created and raised by him with the help of magic and spells) quickly joined him, recognizing the lieutenant as their leader in this little quest.
Golden eyes moved upwards, fixing his gaze on the colossal gate, shrieking as it started to open, giving him and his small group of soldiers a clear path ahead. Anticipation and excitement simmered in the pits of his stomach, though he had to admit: It would
have been far better if his lord would have been there to accompany him.
"Greetings, Gorthaur!"
He had to turn his head fully in order to spot the smug balrog, using his fiery whip to make the werewolf he was riding on move, trying to catch up with the Maia.
"What do you want, Gothmog?" Mairon sighed, clearly uninterested in his companion's arrival.
"What do you mean? I'm coming with you, of course! Master said it would be a great opportunity for us to bond together," the balrog started merrily as they approached the gates.
"Though I must admit," Mairon's ears twitched as Gothmog's voice dropped to a murmur, "I believe he just wants me to look after you."
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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.
