#:: mairon :: ienemy ::

[iriysse]

thanks to Doll, Aredhel low key joining the ranks of "people ridiculously attatched to Mairon" . This is part of her canon now.

[ondothlim]

--- Things had changed in Nan Elmoth. Maeglin could feel the shifting of leaves and trees, of path and bush, as if they held a dejected suspicion of him. Enchantment lay between each piece of foliage, Eöl's enchantment, and for the first time in his life there was a clear trickery about it. Eöl no longer trusted him. Maeglin could not say he was upset with that, in fact there was a strange power in knowing that he unnerved the dark elf. He who was younger, and did not possess the ability to walk freely in the forest unnerved his father.

He had to smile at that. More so he smiled at the knowledge that for the first time in seventy years, his mother had been happier. The dynamic had clearly adjusted. No longer did Eöl loom over them, for now there was a new threat in himself and Eöl would either have to back down, or kill them.

...Second option was not on Maeglins table. If Eöl dared to touch his mother in such a way, he'd kill him first. Such were his thoughts as he gathered wood for the forge, pushing the borders of the enchantments just to see their limits. Darkness was coming, and his mother worried.

A light flickered somwhere amidst the shadows and he peered through the trees seeking its source. His mother had one single friend she spoke of often when Eöl was not present, a friend that Maeglin remembered in light and hushed whispers. Trust did not come easily to him, and distance had always been his behavior when the Maiar came to visit. His words and smiles and soft glances set Maeglin at ill ease, he had been very young the last time he saw him.

All the same, mother would want to see him. "Mírtano!" He called to catch the Maiars attention. "Mae govannen. You call at an interesting hour."

starter for @ienemy

[gilithrin]

@ienemy --

--- "Boo!"

[uruuk]

our muses stumbling upon a blood trail together.

FASHIONED FROM FAIR AND BEAUTIFUL, BATTLE SKILLS WERE NAUGHT BUT SPORT BEFORE HE WAS FORGED BY SMITH'S APPRENTICE AS THE BERSERKER HE WAS INTENDED TO BE. slipping into his newfound race's inherency for BLOODLUST, WHICH ROUSES HIM INTO A CRAZED STATE. CURSED WITH A THIRST FOR BRUTALITY AND VIOLENCE, which carried his brutish form across the battlefield with almost a BEAUTIFUL PRECISION, when compared to the larger and heavier of his children. STILL, HE POSSESSES SOME LITHENESS OF THE ELDAR. SWINGING SWORD WITH BELLOWS OF WAR CRIES, AND SPLATTERING BLACK ARMOR. hair swaying, landing sweat-laden and free around his shoulders. HIS STATE ALLOWS FOR STRENGTH UNHEARD OF BEFORE MORGOTH'S TAMPERING, WITH FINGERS LIFTING GROWN MEN AND THROWING THEM 'CROSS THE BATTLEFIELD. TEETH SINKING INTO FLESH AND TEARING MEAT FROM EXPOSED THROATS. MAN FLESH STUCK BETWEEN SHARP CANINES AND BLOODYING IRON TONGUE. there are legions under his direct command, and LEAD THEM HE DOES. PROCURING VICTORY, FOR HIS LORD. FOR HIS MASTER . . .

AND HE KNOWS, HIS MASTER WAS WATCHING. can feel his ever-present eye, AND IT MAKES HIM FEEL MAGNIFICENT. LIKE THE THING OF BEAUTY HE'S TOLD HE IS IN THE DARK, BY GENTLE LIPS WHERE MORGOTH CANNOT HEAR. and his march back to the camp with heavy steps and twitching lip, with red blood and fleshy chunks pushing through heaving breath was a triumphant one indeed. HIS ADRENALINE WAS STILL PUMPING, LIKE BLACK TAR THROUGH HIS WARRIOR VIENS WHEN MAIRON FOUND HIM. SLIPPING THROUGH CRACKS IN HIS TENT WITH A PLEASED SMILE, AKIN TO A FELINE, WITH PATTERING, DELICATE FEET AND SOFT FLAMES OF HAIR. and when adar turns to greet it, he scowls -- THOUGH NOT FROM ANY FAULT OF MAIRON'S. A GUTTERAL GROWL ESCAPING FROM THE DEPTHS OF HIS THROAT, RESEMBLING A FULL-BLOODED URUK. his lips immediately turn upward into a narrow-eyed smirk. EVIL AND DARK, AND BLOODSTAINED.

HE NOTICES, WITH A FLICKER OF HIS EYES, THAT HIS FEET HAVE MADE TRACKS WITHIN A TRAIL OF BLOOD DRIPPING FROM HIS PERSON. AN ALBEIT SMALL CUT ON HIS LEG, mingling with the massive amounts of BLOODSHED clung to his person. for his master never shied away from the monster he'd become.

ADAR TURNS TO FACE HIM, just when perfect hands fall upon his heaving chest. HIS MOUTH OPENING WITH A DEEP PURR, AS HIS TONGUE LATHES AGAINST THE PRAISING ONE OFFERED. HIS PALE HAND TANGLED IN A FIRESTORM, THICK WITH LUST, WHILE HEAVY BREATHS INFLATE THE MAIA'S LUNGS. grunts are still laden with bloody phlegm, snarling with a deep need, AT EACH KITTEN LICK SWIPING ICHOR FROM HIS LIPS BETWEEN DRIPS OF PRAISE. A SMILE CAST DEEP INTO HIS DARK EYES, even while they lid. black with blown pupils in the extension of affliction.

@ienemy. not even linking the meme, bc i stretched this so far just so i could have an excuse to write this.

[iriysse]

mirtano makes a habit of swaying the lady away from the house and its lord. this gentlest of ploys, theirs, exists in the clandestine, where eöl's servants do not look, when the dark elf travels. the maia lounges now upon the grass, amid this little grove they had discovered — here, where the twining trees were less clustered, and the darkness not as oppressive. with gentle ease, he takes her hands in his and bestows her with a bright pendant, and laughs softly upon her curiosity.

it shines in her hands. the jewel at the center gleams with a trick of the light, as if it has been forged of stray sunlight. ❛ a gift, ❜ and his voice is warm as he smiles for her, ❛ that you might carry light upon your heart, even here, where shadow reigns. ❜ a low hush in the gloom of twilight, ❛ and so i might always find you in the dark. ❜

Inbox Answered---

--- Knelt beside him on the grass, these are the moments she treasures, so close and dear to her heart. Deep in the forest she hides herself, feigning contentment amidst the cruelty of a madman, faking smiles for his servants as she's bid. But here her smiles are genuine, there is a touch of laughter in her voice once more. Here, in this grove of theirs, she need not fear harshness, nor shrink at a raised hand ( though occasionally she still does, it is a taught reaction difficult to abandon even in safety ) , nor does she feel the darkness of the trees closing in.

In this perhaps it is a silver lining. If she had not been here, she would not have met Mírtano, and that is something she is happy she has done. She enjoys his company too much to imagine this life without him there. It would have been unbearable. And though she must keep him secret, it is a secret she is grateful to have.

So when he shows her his gift, she gasps in delight, fingers cradling it careful and curious. It is beautiful, and she drinks in the sight of its light and wraps her fingers around it in protective adoration. But more precious to her are his words. She gazes at him in fondness, swallowing her tears that recognize someone still cares for her. That someone would want to find her-- for since none have tried amid her family, she assumes they do not see a point in searching. Not once has news come back to her ears that anyone from brothers to cousins has bothered.

Yet he would, he has said so. Twice now, in fact.

"Oh, Mírtano," his name is laced with loving tones. "What would I do without you?" Another look given to the jewel in admiration. "It is so lovely, but I almost feel as if you give me so much and I give you nothing in return."

On impulse, she lowered slightly, leaving a lingering kiss of gratitude upon his cheek. "Thank you. . . For everything."

But worry was not far behind, and staggering back she looked at the pendant in sudden concern. "Eöl will know. He knows every jewel he has ever given me, I will not be able to wear it without revealing our meetings." Her countenance showed her sudden fear, but she clung to the pendant all the same. "He will be angry, but I might be able to hide it from him somwhere. He may know much but he does not know all, and there are many secrets I still keep."

She held it out for him. "Would you put it on me, please? I would like to wear it a little while I'm here."

[iriysse]

“  hear this now —  i will always come for you.  ” :')

Inbox Answered---

--- Deep breaths dragged through her lungs in surprise, emotion welling in a heart long thought numbed by pain and scarred in neglect. The forest and house she was imprisoned in felt so empty when Eol took Lomion away, but Mirtano's presence had made it easier to bear, his visits being a brightness in her darkened life. She looked forward with anticipation to every time he came, treasuring her time like shards of life she did not feel much of otherwise. Burned hands clung to these moments, and she tried ( and failed ) to be calm.

He was her only friend she'd had in this place, he almost made her feel herself again. Growing up in such a large family, full of brothers and cousins, Aredhel had been a very affectionate girl. Eol had changed that, cold and full of rage, she walked carefully around him, and kept her hands to herself unless he wanted them. Lomion had been her only outlet for years, and now, spending more time with Eol, he had begun to shun her touch when his father watched. Oh he would apologize later, full of embraces and sorrowful words, but his father said she coddled him. It was almost pitiful.

Therefore, the emotion which built upon his response to her jovial voice ( falsely so, she hid her misery behind smiles, a trait she'd learned so Lomion would not worry ) playfully commenting that 'visiting her must be so dull, and if he ever got bored she'd understand' . . . bubbled beyond her capacity to hold it in. She felt so weary, bone rottingly weary, yet she crossed the room between them on quickened feet. Hesitation and doubt filled her then, but she fought it back, grasping at that girl who had once been hers to keep, and knelt beside where he sat...

"Mirtano, I--" words failed her, and taking a page from a book long discarded, she reached forward, hesitated, and wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. Once upon a time, in a world that felt more myth than truth, ( in a world where she had been loved ) she believed actions spoke louder than any words could convey.

[uruuk]

#URUUK. MY CHILDREN! WE HAVE ENDURED MUCH. WE CAST OFF OUR SHACKLES. CROSSED MOUNTAIN, FIELD, FROST, AND FALLOW 'TIL OUR FEET BLOODIED THE DIRT. FROM ERED MITHRIN TO THE EPHEL ARNEN, WE HAVE ENDURED! YET TONIGHT, ONE MORE TRIAL AWAITS US. OUR ENEMY MAY BE WEAK, THEIR NUMBERS MEAGER, YET BEFORE THIS NIGHT IS THROUGH, SOME OF US WILL FALL. BUT FOR THE FIRST TIME, YOU DO SO NOT AS UNNAMED SLAVES IN FARAWAY LANDS, BUT AS BROTHERS! AS BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN OUR HOME! THIS IS THE NIGHT WE REACH OUT THE IRON HAND OF THE URUK AND CLOSE OUR FIST AROUND THESE LANDS!

. A PRIVATE, INDEPENDENT AND SELECTIVE PORTRAYAL OF ADAR, (THE RINGS OF POWER). MORIONDOR, LORD FATHER OF THE URUK, AND FIRST LORD OF MORDOR. FORMER SERVANT OF MAIRON. WRITTEN BY MORGAN. AFFILIATES: @ithilforged / @oflorien, @divinehr, @elr0nds, @m0rlain, @ienemy, @avemaria, @sindanille

⁰¹ CARRD , ⁰² MINORS DNI , ⁰³ PIN BOARD

[uruuk]

“ you look so pretty like this.  “

HE'S MODEST. HOW COULD HE NOT BE? SHOULDERS TIGHT, TRYING TO NARROW HIMSELF AND OCCUPY AS LITTLE SPACE AS WAS POSSIBLE. AND FEATURES ACT SIMILARLY, AS WELL. JAW TENSED, EVEN WITH THE TINY, APPRECIATIVE SMILE TREMBLING ONTO HIS FACE AND DEEPENING HIS EYES. BRAVE ENOUGH TO MEET THEIR MASTER. and they can only fall, along with his chin. A SLIGHT BOW OF APPRECIATION. DONE WITH THE FINALITY OF LIDS PRESSING SHUT. a bit more gentleness and relaxation are present in his retained upturn of grey lips. FLUTTERING NOSTRILS KEEP EMOTIONS AT BAY, AS LIPS PART TO WELCOME A GROUNDING BREATH. chin raising to make a brave face.

HE'S AFRAID TO BE SEEN MORGOTH'S EXPERIMENTATION COMPLETE, and he is forever changed. ALTERED. LIBERATED FROM CHAINS TO BEGIN HIS NEW PURPOSE AND HIS SERVITUDE. but MAIRON'S TOUCH AND GAZE HOLD SUCH REVERENCE AS ADAR BELIEVES HE DESERVES. NOT HIMSELF. serpentine sway curling over his shadowy skin, SOFT STRANDS OF DELICATE HAIR GRACING HIS UNWORTHY FLESH, with fingers draped upon shoulders. COVETING SCARS ALONG HIS MIDSECTION WITH HIS HAND, and dipping into pits as though they were beautiful springs full of fresh water. FELT AS THOUGH HE WERE BEING COMMITTED TO MEMORY, WHEN HIS BODY IS ALMOST FOREIGN TO HIS OWN EYES AND TOUCH. like he was being lifted up. for he had never known such touch before. HEART A WAR DRUM BENEATH HIS MANY TIMES BROKEN RIBCAGE, WOUNDED AND HEALED. he could not imagine feeling so close to what had befallen his ears being true. NOT AN ILLUSION, THAT WOULD INEVITABLY SHATTER ONE DAY, IN NO UNCERTAIN TERMS.

HE STANDS WITHIN THE WAMRTH OF HIS CHAMBERS, DISROBED. the intimacy of being studied in his newfound glory stirring so many different, and conflicting emotions. BUT SUCH COMPLIMENTS SPANNING FROM THE FIRST CRACK OF THE WHIP FOREVER STAINING SKIN, ALL THE WAY TO NOW WHEN TRANSFORMATION LIES BEHIND HIM, HAVE HAD DESIRED EFFECT. A GRAIN OF HOPE LIVING IN HIS EYE, THAT HE COULD ONE DAY BE BEAUTIFUL.

dry lips peel apart, with the whispy strain of his voice FINALLY reaching out. BLUE EYES FLUTTERING BACK AND FORTH. "thank you, my lord." HE ANSWERS. VOICE NAUGHT ABOVE A WHISPER, STRANGLED BY HIS MEEKNESS. HIS CLAVICLE SHUDDERED UNDER THE WEIGHT OF HIS BREATHS, AS HIS LIPS PARTED IN A SOFT SIGH. HE WANTS TO BEG. wants to kiss, and worship. TO BE WORSHIPPED IN TURN. AS HE FEELS IT ON THE PRECIPICE OF ACTIONS AND THOUGHTS. his soft, fluttering breaths heard carried in the air. "i am honoured, to receive your favour." A HAND RAISES, SHARP INHALE FOLLOWED BY A PAUSE. eyes flicker upward to meet HIS. "may i?"

@ienemy. nsfw prompts, less cringy edition.