The wooden door creaked open as his master walked in, his broad figure coming to a halt in the door frame. The Vala's icy eyes pierced the darkness within the chambers as he regarded the Maia's body curled up beneath the thick blankets, a weird coldness and feeling of anxiety suddenly clinging to his mind. It was a rare occurrence for Melkor - having his mood drop so dramatically in a matter of seconds in the presence of his lieutenant.
For a second or two, the thought of an exaggeration having happened during their previous conversation crossed his mind, causing his head throb with an emotion scarily similar to guilt. But he shoved it aside in an instant, allowing the emptiness be filled with black anger and frustration instead.
"This isn't the right way of greeting your master, Maia," he suddenly spoke, approaching the bed with long strides.
A shaky sigh emerged from Mairon as he finally unfurled, golden strands of hair spilling down his bony shoulders and partly hiding his face from view. He didn't dare look up and face his lord.
YOU ARE READING
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.
