Maedhros's head was sent spinning, his face turned to the side due to the blow, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
Pain throbbed through him, forcing him to shake his head and blink repeatedly in order to chase the dizziness away.
He spat incoherent curses in both Westron and his mother tongue, refusing to cooperate with his captor. He had the power to get through that, he told himself when the Maia's boot met his ribs, forcing a whimper out of his stinging lungs.
He couldn't betray his kin, his family. Not in a thousand years. Not in millennia.
He was a king, he was one of the proud Noldor, one of the Feanorians. He could not give in so easily.
Yet, hit after hit, slap after slap, his body began to fail him. His breathing came in short, laboured gasps, and soon everything started to fade away.
At last, he couldn't take it anymore, and decided to give the little information away. After all, what difference would it make?
"All... All of th-them..." he whimpered, "They're.. They're all a-alive. A-and they will come for me!"
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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.
