Again, he was alone.
Again, wondering why Arda did not seem to allow him to be happy.
Or maybe it was Melkor.
Yet his love for the Vala, bold and inextinguishable, burned hot in his chest and refused to allow Mairon to blame him.
It had been, though, hadn't it?
He had betrayed his former master and left all that was safe and comfortable for this love that consumed him.
He sighed, letting out a warm breath that crystallised slightly in the bitter air, and sat against the wall.
His bed was placed by the wall for the sole reason that he didn't like the exposed feeling the middle of the room projected. Melkor's bed was in the middle. His and Melkor's bed. He didn't mind this, because the Vala made him feel safe.
He drew his knees up to his chest, ignoring the dull pain that still sliced through his ribs as he did so.
Thundering steps sounded in the hall outside, and he knew his master was coming.
Mairon drew his arms a little tighter.
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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.
