Mairon sighed. He was but in the mood for confronting Melkor right now, but if this uncomfortable silence went on any longer he thought he might kill that whimpering elf.
"I'll go", he said eventually. He gestured to Maedhros.
"If he tries anything funny, which I doubt he will in this state -"
He turned to Thuringwethil and grinned at her.
"- show him what real pain is".
Maedhros just shivered and stared at his shredded chest mournfully, as Mairon turned and ran down the tunnel.
Of course he ran. Running was fun. Running made him forget all the troubles and the pain that he felt himself, and also the pain he had inflicted on the defenceless elf -
No. Stop thinking like that.
As soon as he reached Melkor's door he flung it open, regardless of how many times he had been told to knock.
And he found his master and his whole world kneeling on the stone floor, blacked hands bleeding and tears streaming down his somewhat thinner face -
And holding a knife in his hand.
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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.
