#In The Darkness Bind Them ( scldsouls || Morgoth && Sauron )

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Embrace - melkor & mairon pls !! Dhajja

【 One Word Prompts | Not Accepting 】

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

                                    𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐃 were the  WOUNDS  her beloved Master had suffered and though he had ended in  TRIUMPH  and no  LIFE  was within the body of the Ñoldo, she had grown yet again concerned for her own lord. His fána was enduring and he would soon  HEAL , she was certain at first, but nevertheless, the tugging feeling of her worrying for her commander... it cannot be ignored. She had come to him when she had heard of one of the other captains Melkor was limping from the wound of Fingolfin had caused. Swift then were her steps as she approached to where he was and like a little  FEATHER  in the wind, she had come and seated herself beside her master’s side.

                                    Her light brought more of his face to view and she glanced upon his foot before she lifted her hand to place it upon his cheek, palming it gently as she frowned. No matter the  PAIN  he caused her, she belonged to him. Her  HEART  was his and his... alone.

                                    Eyes full of  MELANCHOLY  as she lamented of his own wounds as if they were hers ti bare. She was clothed not in armour but only  LIGHT  velvety fabrics that allowed her to travel swiftly. The Maia lieutenant said nothing, she spoke nothing as she stared into his  EYES , beginning to be lulled into comfort just to see them  GLEAM  the same shine she had seen all those seasons ago. She placed her forehead upon his own and she  venomously  whispered,   ❝ He was a fool for challenging you, my lord. ❞

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( Continuation | @scldsouls )

     perhaps mairon had forgotten that he was the one who allowed her to grow this strong, he was the one who had brought her to the darkness and allowed it to consume her completely, turning her into his most trusted lieutenant and the one morgoth trusted with everything. there was a certain rage in his dark blue eyes that was boiling whilst he glared at her –––– the rumors were true then. she had grown fond of the fëanorian and morgoth saw naught but an opportunity to PUNISH him for the dreadful events that were bestowed down on him, to force him to pay for his father’s crimes and causing him to limp for the rest of his eternal life. that had been not only a physical strike, but also an emotional one. his pride was struck and the hatred for the fëanorians grew like a wildfire spreading as it consumed everyone in it’s way. nonetheless, the dark lord lingered in silence and he knew that mairon would understand that lack of words. when he was raging he did not speak, he acted. gaze pierced through her soul and he could tell that she was lying.                                                              SHE WAS LYING TO HIM.

     how dared she growing fond of their mutual enemy? allowing him pleasantries when morgoth was occupied with more pressing matters than her toy? he gave her maedhros so she would destroy him to pieces, shatter him from inside out and not to shelter him. even if the vala felt his blood boiling and the RAGE screaming to burst, the calmness lingered… it was naught but the calm before the storm. stepping up from his throne, morgoth took slow paced steps towards her, one hand gently lifting up as two fingers gently caressed her cheek, slowly going down to her throat where his hand gently placed itself around it. 

     ❝ if that is true why are you so nervous? ❞ his voice was low, a seductive tone, a LIE to snarl her in the web he was carefully building around her. ❝ perhaps the fëanorian has extended his stay here in our kingdom, would you not agree my dearest? ❞ hand begun to squeeze her neck tighter by every single word he spoke. ❝ perhaps he should return to my care, where i will be certain his back is whipped every single day. or we can feed one of his hands to your precious wargs, what are your thoughts on that matter my dear, loyal mairon? ❞

                                           MAIRON’S knee was  BENT  for her Lord, her head lowered towards the  COLD , dusty floor of Angband’s throne chamber. Her long  RED  hair was reaching that floor, one hand upon beside it and the other was curled into a  FIST  upon her bosom. It was  SILENT  in there, save for the  VOICE  of her King. His voice was not bellowing at all, thought Mairon. He was as  QUIET  and  CALM  as a  HURRICANE  about to form and crash onto the awaiting lands of  PEACE .  DREAD  was building within her as Melkor descended from the throne. 

                                           She lifted her head once Melkor’s fingers found their way upon her  SOFT  cheek,  FIERY  eyes meeting his own  ICY  once. She could not lean towards them anymore without her conscious  COMMAND , for it was not  LOVING  and  GENTLE  as Maedhros’. The redheaded Fëanorárian had offered him his whole  HEART  to her when Melkor loved her more like a  TROPHY  upon his shelf, boasting and used. She  FEARED  whatever may happen to Maedhros and to the little one within her, growing and finding  STRENGTH . Just like how its own  MOTHER  is maintaining her own  MIGHT .

                                           Mairon parted her  LIPS  before she spoke back to her King, voice quietened and low, almost  MURMUROUS . As his grip tightened around her neck, she struggled to gulp in  NERVOUSNESS  and she struggled to keep herself  CRUMBLE  into  WEAKNESS  beneath his hand.    ❝ I am afraid that you thinkest of me so  MEEK  to fall for the Ñoldorin, my king. Physical  TORMENT  shall do naught to the son of Fëanor, ❞   said Mairon, voice collected and  COOL  as if she were indeed merely counseling her King, like how a Lieutenant should be. She was the Deceiver and she will do her title justice. 

                                          ❝ Dost you not see the  FOLLY  in it, my lord ? He is doing well under my  CARE . My  DECEIT  shall break him, I just more  TIME . ❞   She ceased speaking, jaws snapped shut as Melkor’s fingers enclosed around her neck far too tightly.