The elf watched him carefully with narrowed eyes, scanning him from head to toe, as though he was expecting to see some hidden weapon. Mairon could almost smell the fear and tension, raising like a smoky cloud above the enemy. The Maia took notice of the force he was gripping the reins with, and the thin, shiny ribbon of sweat trickling down his forehead.
The lieutenant couldn't help the smirk blossoming on his face. After all, the Fëanorians were not oh so fiery and dangerous as the rumours said.
When, at last, he was done with staring, the Noldo opened his mouth to answer.
"Sauron the Abhorred, former servant of Aüle, and current slave of Morgoth," as the elf's mouth's corners curled into a grin to match his own, he had to remind himself that beheading that cocky little creature right there and then would be rather unwise, "I've come here to claim something of mine. Surely, you know what I'm talking about. I must confess how disappointed I actually am that Morgoth chose not to come out here himself. I was very eager to speak with him in person. But I guess your presence will do..." he waved his hand lazily upon ending the sentence.
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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.
