There was no other feeling Melkor could perceive but the agonising, excruciating distress that ran deep inside his whole being. His hands were burning, it was like the bones themselves were disintegrating, the mauled skin rotting away to leave the flesh and the soft tissues underneath uncovered and exposed. Moreover, that physical pain reminded him of a greater and even more terrifying affliction, and he sobbed in dismay at the memory of Angainor, the great chain he had to endure for three ages in the Halls of Mandos. He squeezed his eyes shut at the memory of the bitter loneliness during those terrible years spent at the mercy of his enemies.
And then, hatred and anger hit.
"Don't touch me!" the Vala snarled and pushed the Maia's hands away, almost falling off his horse at the sudden jerk.
"Don't touch me, Mairon and don't act like you care," Melkor turned his look away and shifted in the saddle.
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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.
