Pain still shot through his hands, arms and knees every now and then, stealing a deep sigh from Melkor, but it was all bearable at least.
He made to raise himself from the edge of the bed when he felt Mairon's hands pushing gently against his chest, and he had no energy left to put up any protests. He was exhausted, really. So he sank back in the soft furs and covers on the mattress with a small wince, inspecting his bandaged hands as he slightly moved his fingers.
He fell silent for a long time."Have you spoken with the elf?" he muttered at last, despite knowing that it wasn't the most appropriate subject to discuss at the moment.
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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.