Mairon couldn't speak. He just shook his head and shrugged, earning an eye roll from his master.
Yeah, the elf was a Noldor. Yeah, the Maia hated the Noldor, but that didn't mean he enjoyed seeing them in pain.
The elf, Maedhros apparently, showed pain in every aspect of his being - his expression was consumed with it and he sat at a strange angle, not a bone in his body relaxed. Speaking of how he was sitting, it was in a dried pool of his own blood.
Mairon turned and walked away.
"Where are you going?" Melkor asked.
"Getting some air," he replied, his voice strangely tight.
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.
