#merry fucking christmas en here's an orc train and the two most toxic girlfriends imaginable

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When The Cat's Away [Eönwë x Mairon]

"Oh, little spy of Manwë, how far you've flown from your nest!" Eönwë was a silver star shining out through the mire of Mairon's legion. The orcs had bound him with a chain Mairon wrought, black steel and song, and no matter how Eönwë struggled he could not loosen it. His dawn-pale face was blotchy with anger. There was hard, hot righteousness in his sapphire eyes. Eönwë was always righteous, but the anger was a lovely touch. The orcs parted like smoke as Mairon moved through them, careful not to be touched by the dread maia. Utumno's lieutenant, precious and admirable, was spotless. His hair spilled out from his wolf's-head helmet like fire. When he descended the steps from his workshop, he held the hem of his cloak clear from the floor. Eönwë glowered as he approached, chin lifted in defiance. Mairon closed steel fingers around one little wing protruding from Eönwë's temple, and wrenched the Herald's head back. "Hello, Eönwë."

Read When The Cat's Away on AO3

Pairing: Eönwë/Mairon Rating: Explicit Words: 2,638

Summary: They're supposed to be enemies, but the Herald of Manwë and the Lieutenant of Melkor just can't seem to stop playing these games.

My part of a Christmas gift exchange to my best friend @spicedrobot !!!!