Melkor was so baffled by Mairon's attitude, that he couldn't find his voice to order him to stop, nor the strength to follow him. He simply frowned and it took him a couple of minutes to finally turn around and return to the dungeons, mumbling a few copious curses and obscenities to himself as he did so.
If he were to be honest, the Vala found no delight in Maedhros' interrogation this time, a feeling way too similar to guilt gnawing at his mind. And besides that, the pain in his ruined hands increased with each passing hour until he couldn't take it anymore.
It was almost morning when he entered Mairon's chambers, his ashen fingers visibly trembling as he quietly sat on the edge of the bed and touched the cheek of a sleeping Maia.
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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.
