#She Does Not Share Power ( Sauron Main V. )

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【 Continuation | @brxkenthxrns​ 】

                        Morgoth smiled at Mairon with admiration.  ❝ Is that so? It’s very unusual for you to say something of the sorts, you know. ❞ He replied with a playful wink as he leaned back in his chair.  ❝ What’s gotten into you, hm? ❞

                               𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐅 was she as she stood beside her Master and King. Face unreadable and eyes though shining in the  SHADOWS  was blank. Then her face softened as she thought of herself and Melkor. A  SMILE  had broken across her face even if it was small.   ❝ I have gotten terms with it, my Lord. I cannot deny the truth. ❞

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( Continuation | @burkhanlig )

       The Lôke-Khan laughed under his own veil of skepticism, looking towards this cardinal point from the terrace of his Alcázar. There was no wind, or at least, not too much. The vastness of the Sea of Rhûn occupied the full width of the horizon on that warm summer afternoon. He knew well the lands beyond it; he had walked them during his youth countless times when his father’s commercial trips took them to the north coast, to the lands of his ancestors. However, the phrase rumbled in his head and Margöz knew that there was a metaphorical connotation beyond the geographical… you can’t “trust” a wind. What was she exactly referring to?

       -   “Considering my origins, I could consider that an offensive comment. It is not the case… Although I am intrigued to know what are the reasons why you do not trust this natural phenomenon, miss.”

                                      MAIRON refrained her brown eyes from being rolled out of frustration. The Race of Men were never the most intelligent in her own opinion that ever was  ENTITLED  upon her. They were  SAVAGES  and  BARBARIANS . They lacked a certain grace that only brought them for her look down upon them with  SNEER  and disgust. Mairon never trusted the winds, for they were the element of Manwë and she had loathed him greatly. She had brushed off the remark where he expressed he may be insulted of her statement and instead, she buried her  ANNOYANCE  of the title he had given her.

                                     ❛ MISS ❜ ? She was no spinster woman !

                                      Left hand upon the railing with four of her fingers left ( the nub of her ring finger but a scar of her past ) drumming upon the surface, her keen eyes were gazing towards the west.   ❝ Favour not the Winds, indeed, as I told you, ❞   the Dark Lord said,   ❝ But also heed not of the false  WHISPERS  of my tale. ❞

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( Continuation | @purestarlxght​ )

     The Elvenking froze where he stood as he heard the words spoken from behind him. A dark frown crossed over his face, and he did not yet turn to face her. Though the words, admittedly, troubled him, he would not let allow that to be evident to her.

    ❝ Darkness, you say? ❞ he replied, cautiously, his voice little more than a whisper. ❝ What makes you say so? ❞ Though it was his question that was asked, he almost did not want the answer.

                                       MAIRON tilted her head, her LIPS curling into a DEVIOUS smile. Her eyes remained upon him as she observed him. Her eyes were KEEN and SHARP almost as her WIT. She caught his spoken words and her smile only widened.

                                      ❝ I feel the SHADOWS of your HEART, ❞ Mairon told him, leaving the very DARKNESS she had lingered in and she stood from behind of the Elven-king. Her slender fingers were placed upon his shoulder, ❝ I can almost TASTE it. ❞

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( Continuation | @purestarlxght​ )

    A cavalier smirk rest upon his lips as an eyebrow rose in amusement.

     ❝ What makes you think I would comply with such a request? ❞ he replied, haughtily. ❝ A king makes commands, he does not follow them… at least not without good cause… do you have that? ❞

                                    FINGERS reached out to hold the goblet before her, bringing it up to her lips. Once she parted from the wine she drank, she gave a not-so SUBTLE of a SCOWL. She placed it down, turning to one of the Elven servants, ❝ It’s DREADFUL, ❞ she told him. And then she turned once more to the King, her brown eyes shining as she feigned a SMILE.

                                   ❝ It depends upon how one would DEFINE good. I take it your good is my bad and my good is your bad, ❞ she replied coolly.

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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 | @xfelvesandmen )

Head resting on his knees, arms wrapped loosely around them, Tyelperinquar shrugged loosely as he stared blankly at the wall. The energy for any greater reaction had been lost weeks ago. Curling up worked well enough.

“Could I really be anywhere else, though? You wanted me here, so I am.” It would have been bitter before, but instead it came out more tired. Vaguely amused, even. He tilted his head to see Mairon—Sauron? Annatari?—out of the corner of his eye, and couldn’t quite say what prompted the next comment. It just…felt right. “I miss you.”

                                      GONE was her fair face of any form; Annatari or Mairon. She had lost the very  LIGHT  that made her radiant. Her fána appeared so  SICKLY  as it was  DULL  and  AGED  as if she was one of the mortal Men. Her  AUBURN  tresses were robbed of their  HUE  and were pale.

                                      Her wrists were chained, forged by her former Master. How poetic was that ? She returned, serving yet another whom was tossed into the Void long ago and she was to stay within Mandos for unknown years until the Valar considered her redeemed. Foolish was that thought, for there is no return once one has fallen into  OBLIVION . At his most previous statement, her brown eyes turned to him,   ❝ Do not  DECEIVE  yourself, Fëanárian. ❞

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                                 MAIRON’S breathe hitched-- she stood frozen upon her throne. She was the elite lieutenant of her Lord Melkor and his predecessor. Vulnerability was sworn to never be unveiled to anyone-- not even to her own generals. In a world where one ruled as a tyrant, her only thoughts were meant to be of war and  STRATEGY . But then... she had Maglor in chains until he was then free to roam Barad-dûr.

                                        BEAUTY  was a luxury she could not afford since the cutting of her One Ring from her fingers. The  LIGHT  which only the Ainur could possess was gone from her, thus her face turned as plain as the faces of the Race of Men. She had killed Maglor’s nephew and she was one whom tormented Maedhros’ mind those many years ago. She had no beauty-- inside and out. She was a  M O N S T E R .

                                       Her eyes were laid upon the vast, barren land of Mordor when she had uttered it.

                                                            ❝ I love you. ❞

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( Continuation | @immortal-and-cursed )

Melkor left a soft chuckle, eyes still on the parchment with a report from their borders. “You’re not wrong. But ignorance also comes from withholding the truth or having heard a twisted version of it. Should people knew the whole story, perhaps their judgement wouldn’t be so poor. And their opinions too.”

                                     MAIRON scoffed when she heard him. ❝ With all due RESPECT, my Lord, they have no HEART to listen and learn of our TRUTHS, ❞ she said. WRATH-- that was what she felt for those against them. She had no LOVE for them, it had VANISHED completely. ❝ If they think of us monsters, then let them. ❞ She moved towards the window to draw the curtains close so no LIGHT could SHINE in the chamber but her own FIERY blaze. 

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( Continuation | @nyarnarfuinello​ )

❝ Perhaps for one such as yourself. As for me, I know not what lies beyond the end.❞

Death, a great mystery, uncertainty and peril, and it would come for all of the race of Men in the end. Even to the King of Rhûn.

He can hope only that his comes gloriously in battle– at least then his honor will be preserved through the generations. But in truth, Khamûl wishes to avoid it, for as long as possible. He knows not that there will be a new beginning that follows his own end. For all he knows, nothingness awaits him, and he himself shall end in full, to fade even from the hearts and minds of his own people.

❝ And this is why I must make certain that I am not forgotten.❞

                                      ALWAYS had Mairon been so  D I S G U S T E D  of the Race of Men.  NOBLE , they think of themselves, when their kings were as honourable as the worms that rot their bodies underground upon their passing. However they had been proven useful for her upon the dawning of the Second Age when she had learned of their  FEAR  of being forgotten and they reeked of worry of what would come for them when they had left the doors of life.

                      Their  DESIRE  to be immortal only ignited a spark within her.

                                      Pink lips of Annatari curled into a reassuring  SMILE  for the King of Rhûn, eyes  BLUER  than the  SEAS  and the  SKIES  were narrowed into two little crescents. Her  OPALESCENT  fingers trapping a little box carved of Tengwar. She looked upon its surface and she lifted her palm upon the cover, gently brushing it against the polished wood.

                                     ❝ Perhaps, you are right, I know not of what becomes of the Race of Men when they had past, ❞   said Aulëndil.   ❝ For your fëar are not chained upon Arda. Only Eru would ever know. Tell me, your Grace, if one offers you to rid of your-- ❞   there was a pause,    ❝ --gift, would you consider ? ❞

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                                  MAIRON’S schemes began to play and she was winning this game. Ar-Pharazôn was wrapped around her finger like one of her rings. She had brought  TERROR  upon the isle of Númenor, carrying with her a dark promise of eternal life. She poisoned their king’s mind ( although he was already riddled, she simply gave him a nudge into the wrong direction ) and soon the  PLAGUE  had spread throughout. Her King was gone but he would not be forgotten and she cared not how much blood must be spilt to ensure it-- hers or theirs.

                                        The temples that were once belonging to the Valar in the West– their statues and offerings were shattered and tossed away, making way for the sculpture of their newer god and Mairon took it upon herself to be called the High Priestess, promising them a dark deceit of eternal life.

                                  It had come upon her ear that there were still  HERETICS  filled with  HOPE ,  JOY  and  FAITH . They worshipped still those Valar that had nothing but oppose her Lord Melkor. With a few of valiant followers, she had scoured for that so called sacred house of prayer. Her voice  FEATHERY  and almost too  GLEEFUL  and her  SMILE  was far too convincing. Indeed, she brought justice to her name, the  DECEIVER . Though she was clothed still with Nimloth upon her breast, she appeared so  MENACING  with the Eye drawn upon her head with black ink and her own eyes shining in the dark should she stand beneath it.

                                  She spoke to the people of Rómenna and bidding them to join her. In the midst of a throng of faceless strangers, she stood and arms are raised. Her voice was thunderous but only for the Men to hear her. For a moment, she truly seemed indeed  KIND  and  HUMBLE .   ❝ Our Lord Melkor would smile upon us all if you should renounce your faiths and join us instead. Let not their lies cloud your sight and blind ye ! ❞

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                                      DEVILISH was her grin and  LUSTFUL  was her gaze. Her fingers coiled around his chains. He was hers now and the lieutenant was never known to be so merciful upon her victims. She ever so rarely used forms of torment that would draw blood– oft did she use Orcs so her hands would be spared from tainted. Once she was overwhelmed by  AGONY  but once she had her  TASTE , she could never get enough. Her voice taunted him in the darkness, echoing in the empty prison he was within. 

                                     ❝ From my  COUNTLESS  years of service beneath my Lord, one does not know another well until they  SCREAM  for thee cease, ❞   she chuckled with  MOCKERY  laced in her voice. She yanked his chain roughly, its rattle heard by his neighbouring prisoners.    ❝ I would absolutely love to play a  GAME  with thee, Fëanorion~ ❞

                                      In the shadows, she took the form of his beloved cousin. Auburn hair swirling into inky dark and eyes from fiery, turned as  BLUE  as the cloudless skies above lands that were not touched by her Master-- her face did not take Fingon’s face yet completely. She had  FONDNESS  in playing with her food.

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( A starter for @maeglin-lomion​ with my Sauron ! )

                                  MAIRON opened her EYES and she grinned MANIACALLY. She stood over to the tallest tower of Angband with the Great Eye hovering just above. It faded to her COMMAND and she took the H O R R E N D O U S form of a vampire and she flew to the MOUNTAINS where she saw a Lone Elf. She was eager to make him hers. Another toy to PLAY with, another fun for her. Great wings clouded the leftover light that the Sun could barely shine upon the dark mountains, the winds of her FLIGHT turned the already HARSH air colder. Then she faded into the DEAD trees and she took her more humane form once again.

                                  Her teasing, feathery voice came ringing, ❝ Lost, young one? Those that come to these woods never return... ALIVE. ❞ She moved swiftly from one tree to another, her mocking LAUGHTER echoing. ❝ Foolish young boy. ❞ Then she was behind him, thin fingers reaching to CARESS his DARK hair. ❝ Thou dost not BELONG here... but no Elf had ever strayed this far foolishly so... I suppose thou dost not belong from WHENCE thou came. ❞

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( Continuation | @ardabuilt )

                   HE IS ABLE TO HIDE THE HURT at those words quickly.Expression is motionless and neutral as he stared directly at the one who was once his Maia. But pain is all he felt inside mingled with the severedisappointment in her WEAKNESS, it thudded at him like the loud ring of hammer upon steel.

“No, Mairon, no you don’t. And you never have. You can convince yourself and others of this all you want                     but I will always see the truth behind your words.”

                                    WILD were Mairon’s eyes. Tresses once as RED as BLOOD spilt in the wars she took part of, now PALE for she was WEAKENED. She no longer had the fair GLOW of an Ainu for her DEVOTION to Morgoth had tainted her. She was chained and she would be sent to the Void to reunite with her Master since that was what she wanted the most now that she was DEFEATED.

                                   ❝ Thou never knew ME! Thou claim to LOVE me, thou and Yavanna. But I TOILED and WORKED to see the PRIDE in thine eyes. Thou were for the early years and then... nothing anymore. No one appreciates me. No one but HIM. Thy PRAISES become LIES. Who is the Deceiver here, I ask thee, DEAR AULË? ❞ The last words were said with so much VENOM that she could have poisoned a Mortal man.

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( Continuation | @nyarnarfuinello​ )

❝ You cannot win this. ❞

He is weary of this fight. Weary of the darkness. It has been many long years since he traveled to Endor, and it has all come to this moment.

Olórin was never meant to stand alone against Sauron. And it pains his heart to do so. This pain, bordering on regret, is what he focuses on, not the fear welling up inside him. Fear will not aid him here. He will not give her the satisfaction of showing it.

Instead, he bows his head, and whispers, more softly than before, as though clinging to some small, shred of hope.

❝ Mairon… ❞

Her true name falls from his lips with a heaviness that, were she not aware of his true nature, would have convinced her that the form he wears now is no mere guise.

                                    HER Ring was still away from her but her  POWER  was growing every moment that has past.  THUNDER  echoed in Dol Guldor and in a cloud of dust rose to form her Black Armour. Lo and behold ! how the flames burst and spread from her form-- a cruel, unintended mockery of her lost fána.  LUMINESCENT  eyes gazed upon the Maia she had known so many years ago. 

                                    When was last she had seen him ? Countless millennia, perhaps, for she had forgotten. He was oft far from her mind until this moment.

                      ❝ Methinks differently, Wizard , for this is certainly a war I may win with confidence. ❞

                                    There was a moment of hesitance when she had heard him utter her name. The name bestowed upon her before Morgoth’s coming. Before his dark promises and his marring of her  INNOCENCE . She thought of the days within Aulë forge and she thought of her loneliness. The shadows shifted and she was even closer to Olórin.

                     ❝ It has been too long since an Enemy called me that... befitting, it is, for me. I am Admirable, after all. ❞

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( A starter for @warriorswithin with my Sauron ! )

                                 ALWAYS had been the Lieutenant of the Shadows been EAGER to have... a new TOY to play. Many of them she played with for a while-- be it Elves, Men and even captured Maiar, they never LASTED longer than a DECADE. They were FRAGILE beneath her LIPS and her WORDS. They were RUINED just by the SILENT song she would SING. They would COLLAPSE as if time had SURRENDERED its STRENGTH to HER.

                                 The Maia of Flames was KNOWN to be a deadly ENEMY by any WEAPON she would CONJURE from her FORGE and her ART in MAGIC was GREAT but within the shadow, only few knew, Mairon’s way of WORDS that would CREEP into one’s subconscious was INCOMPARABLE. Her mere appearance in BATTLE, donned in a BLACK ARMOUR was enough to strike FEAR to any FEEBLE heart. But only when she was adorned in the SOFTEST of FABRIC, her FACE shown to the WORLD with a FAIR smile upon her FACE.

                                That was when DANGER knows her full well that Mairon was more dangerous than he.

                                 Standing before the DOOR that held the Firstborn of Fëanor, methods to PLAY with him were already being LISTED. Oh, so much WAYS to do this! She nodded her head at the Orc-guard and he HASTILY opened the door with CLANKS of metals and CHIMING of keys echoing the EMPTY halls. It was not long until the LIGHT of Mairon entered and LIT the small chamber. The STENCH of the unspeakable reached her nose but she IGNORED it. That smell was naught compared to the REEK elsewhere within Angband.

                                ❝ The world is CRUEL, ❞ she began with a TENDER voice as if she was just speaking to an OLD friend. ❝ Yet, I always wonder WHY it had to be so... UGLY. ❞

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( Continuation | @gronthosargureos )

Celebrimbor didn’t waver as he stared the Maia down, keeping his blade trained on her.  “You won’t have them,” he told her, “They’ve been sent where you’ll never get your hands on them.”  She wanted the Three, the rings she hadn’t had a hand in creating.  “I made them, they’re mine, you have no claim over them,” his world was rapidly spiraling out of control.  Annatar was Sauron.  The one who’d served his family’s ancient enemy, who’d tormented his uncle.  He’d been an idiot for not seeing, for not barring her from his gate the moment she’d come knocking.

                                  BLACK was Mairon’s armour, confirming her UNDYING DEVOTION to Morgoth, the Black Foe. Her HELM was off her head, her wild BLONDE hair ( that was once vividly RED ) flowing down to her WAIST. Her EYES narrowed, maintaining her GROUND as her FIST tightened around the HILT of her MACE. ❝ I brought thee the KNOWLEDGE of CRAFTING the RINGS of POWER. Without my AID, thou would have never CREATED them. They belong to me for the intension was never for THY benefit. ❞ she said. Gone was her FALSE VISAGE’S sweet VOICE and its stead was a voice still MELLOW but also DEEP. Then the FURY of her eyes seemed to EASE on their own and she smiled, her arm that HELD her mace lowering. Then she laughed TAUNTINGLY, ❝ You remind me GREATLY of a friend of MINE. You may know him in the days of your YOUTH. He left me a GIFT but I believe TIME had not been kind to Maedhros’ HAND. ❞

                                  What fun would it be if your ENEMY was not full of ANGER? The moment they shared also had REMINDED Mairon of how Melkor brought FINGOLFIN to his DEMISE. She chuckled, almost out of FONDNESS, ❝ You truly are a Finwëan. ❞