As he left the room - and the Maia - behind, Melkor took a moment to put his thoughts back into order. He had this nauseating feeling down in his stomach, and he could feel the slight sting in his right hand. The very same hand that held the Silmarils a long time ago and now stood black and ashen.
He stopped halfway through the hall and shouted over his shoulder,
"You can either stay there by yourself or accompany me down in the dungeons. There's someone I'd like to talk to..."
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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.
