#nornorë x mairon

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Day 20 | Prompt: Fires without restraint

Pairing: Nornorë x Mairon

Themes: NSFW | Angst | AU

Warnings: Kissing | Mentions of imprisonment and torture | Blood | Major character death

Word count: 700+ words

Summary: Towards the end of the Great War and Morgoth’s doom, Nornorë finds a former love pleading for pardon.

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A/n: This was partly inspired by Eönwë’s interaction with Sauron after the War of Wrath.

“Your lord has been cast down.” Nornorë advanced on him, his sword stained crimson with the blood of fell beasts and golden with the blood of fallen Ainur. “Even now his feet are being hewn from under him, and his once glorious crown is being beaten into a collar for his neck. Surrender, Mairon. The war is over.”

“I know.” Mairon dropped his own weapon, a great warhammer, and rose to his feet. “This is why I wish to yield and place myself at the mercy of those greater than me.”

“And why would you wish to do that?”

“To make penance for my sins, and find my way back to the light once more.”

Nornorë refused to be fooled. He saw with his own eyes the darkness that clung to Mairon like a burr. There would be no penance, no finding one’s way back to the light. Mairon was lying; he was certain of it. Melko’s most trusted commander was hoping to buy himself, and his master, more time. Nornorë could not afford to let that happen.

"Honeyed words have been known to hold a poison all of their own,” he scoffed sharply. “Do not hope to sway me with your pleas, servant of Melko. I will not fall prey to them.”

Mairon removed his helm and placed it beside his weapon as a gesture of peace. Nornorë was wary. He backed away.

“You do not believe me, I see,” he remarked, and he came closer, taking one measured step after another. His fired gold hair lifted freely with the wind. Nornorë’s eyes prickled with tears. How many times he had been enraptured and undone by the sight of that hair spilling around Mairon’s shoulders like upturned flames, he could not say. “Tell me then, my love, what I must do to make you believe me and take me at my word.”

The herald faltered and lowered his sword. My love, Mairon said. It was an endearment that was once whispered in hushed tones after passions had unleashed fires without restraint. Nornorë lifted his hand to his lips. Even now, he could feel the fiery heat of Mairon’s own opening over his.

“You have not forgotten, then.” Mairon was right before him now, his arms reaching out to welcome him into his embrace. “Come, my love. Let us leave this accursed place together and start anew in another land.”

Before Nornorë could say another word, before he could think or even breathe, Mairon’s arms slid around him and drew him near. His kiss, which seared Nornorë to the core of his very being, brought forth cravings that had long since been buried beneath a thick layer of ice. Nornorë felt the hunger in his belly, the yearning. He ached to yield and sample every delight Mairon had to offer.

Perhaps he has changed, thought Nornorë. Perhaps there is a chance to save him after all. Perhaps I was wrong, after all.

Then he opened his eyes.

Mairon’s own were open as well. Then again, they had always been open. A light flashed deep within their depths, one that was dark and full of cunning. Lips that tasted like nectar now tasted like ash against his tongue. Nornorë shook with grief. He was being deceived. The plea, the kiss—everything was merely a ploy to deceive him. 

I am such a fool. Mairon will never change. His devotion belongs to another now.

Bitter and enraged, and despairing for the lover he once knew, Nornorë pushed him away and tightened his hold on his sword. Mairon fell back onto the dark, stony earth, his eyes flaring wide in astonishment.

“Clever,” Nornorë declared even as a deep, throbbing ache pushed against his heart. Mairon was beyond saving, and he fought to make peace with it, raising his sword for the final blow while he did so. “Well, you nearly had me fooled, my love. I will not fall for your pitiful lies again.”

Mairon raised his arms and pleaded for mercy, for another reprieve. Nornorë chose not to hear and hardened his heart. His sword caught the light of the setting sun and gleamed all crimson and gold while it came down in a perfect arc.  

When the smoke finally cleared and the others came for him, he was still clutching Mairon’s lifeless form in his arms.  

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20 days of short fics and four sets of headcanons later, here it is: The full masterlist. Please do be mindful of what is mentioned in pretty, bold red lettering, and the AO3 tags.

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✨Ficlets

Day 1: Meássë x Nessa x Tulkas - Cooling drinks.

Day 2: Tinúviel x Tevildo - Cold without mercy

Day 3: Silmo x Irmo - Wistful and tender

Day 4: Nornorë x Tinwë - Woods of the Great Lands

Day 5: Ilinsor x Manwë - The first star has shown

Day 6: Telimektar x Lëa-vinya - Splendor of Laurelin

Day 7: Makar x Angon (OC elf) - Wrath like thunder

Day 8: Nielíqui x Celegorm - Tree propped halls

Day 9: Lúsion x Reader - Blazing lamps

Day 10: Salmar x Ulmo - Sunless sea

Day 11: Makar x Meássë - Beneath twilit skies

Day 12: Ómar (Amillo) x Fem. Reader- Radiance of Silpion

Day 13: Tevildo x Melko - Dark and strange paths

Day 14: Nielíqui x Reader - Smoldering desires

Day 15: Aluin x Eru - Majesty and glory

Day 16: Danuin x Ranuin x Fanuin - When the sun first arose

Day 17: Makar x Fem. Reader - Flitting like a fawn

Day 18: Salmar x Ómar (Amillo) - Dark shores

Day 19: Salmar x Maglor - Golden fruit

Day 20: Nornorë x Mairon - Fires without restraint

✨Headcanon

What do they look like

Medieval! armor, powers and weapons

Courtship

The ugly side

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