Mairon contemplated comforting his master. He immediately decided against it. Maybe that was due to the fact that Melkor was still gripping the knife, or too much had happened over the past weeks.
But as the Vala continued to shake and sob Mairon's anger gave way to a - he didn't know. He assumed it was love, as it was burning him, consuming him, forcing his feet to move slowly, then more fast, until he threw himself down next to the one person he would die for, and, pulling him into his arms, he whispered -
"It's alright. I'm here." It was pointless really. Stupid little words which meant nothing, so he fell silent and closed his eyes.
Melkor have a final, pitiful whimper, and the knife clattered to the floor.
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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.
