Mairon didn't hear his master's call.
He was running. Hard.
Down the spiral staircase, through the tunnels to the main hall and through to the front hall, out the huge stone doorway - across the barren plains, around the back of the fortress, faster than any mortal being being - until he got to the stables.
Inside was calm. Horses, mostly black, snuffled peacefully in the straw. Mairon has been told that the reason for a majority of them being black was because of camouflage the fumes of Angband, but he assumed it was just for dramatic effect.
He padded gently to the end of the barn. His private steed stood there, Cuivie, which meant 'awakening'. He was black too, of course, glossy coat gleaming in the torchlight and muscles withering like snakes, bright and alert eyes resting on Mairon.
The Maia grabbed the saddle and bridle off a stand by the wall, and, stepping into Cuivie's stall, began to tack him up.
He had to get away.
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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.
