Mairon was grinning now. Excitement shivered through every bone in his body as he shortened his reins, put the stirrups on the balls of his feet and sat up even higher.
"Race you" he said, oblivious of Melkor's pain, and gave Cuivie a kick.
He lurched into a canter, enormous hooves drumming on the rocky ground, until he sped up to a full gallop - Mairon heard Melkor's stallion beside him, hooves drumming hard to catch up, the wind was whistling in his ears and his hair was flying back - the only sounds now were the wind, hooves and the soft squeaking of leather saddles.
With his master galloping by his side Mairon suddenly felt that life wasn't all that bad.
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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.
