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The moment Namo touched him, the fire went out like the night at the first rays of dawn, saying nothing while the Maia was taken away but when he saw Namo slump on a chair like that, the burden of guilt and shame at doing something wrong had broken through his prior cold and detached demeanor.

He stood there, frozen on the spot and could not even look at Namo, thinking that he would be punished for what he did and waited for Namo to name it. But he didn't.

Mairon was confused as he raised his eyes, and searched his mind for something to make sense of all this. What hearing? For him? Did Namo not want him here anymore? but then asked if he agreed and Mairon moved as if each step was held and weighted down by some invisible force and he kneeled with the weight of his guilt and pain upon his shoulders.

And just as he knelt, he realized that Namo still called him 'my love', and searched for something to say, not daring to reach out and touch him, but placed his hands on his lap and bowed his head. "Yes, my Lord. Anything you wish. And I-I'm.... I'm sorry that I, I didn't mean to upset you," and raised his pained eyes at Namo, "I would do anything, please, my light, please. I am sorry I disappointed you..."

Namo placed a hand on Mairon's shoulder - oh, he could understand the blind rage his beloved was feeling, but that was exactly the reaction wanted. He let out a soft sigh, and gently spoke. "Mairon, my heart. Let it go. This is the exact reaction he wants. If you give him any reason, he will be twisting words and facts, and..." He did not continue. He did not want to. He knew. He knew what would happen.

Because, painfully, he had already seen once such a behaviour. And he thought he was prepared, but in reality he was not. And yet, Mairon was there, right there next to him. He summoned for the treacherous Maia to be taken away for judgement and punishment, and at that point he slumped onto the nearest chair.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "This has to stop, now, before further harm is done." He looked at Mairon with a pained expression. "I... I have been postponing the hearing, so you would have more time to heal and be prepared. Perhaps I have made a mistake, in postponing it, as more heinous behaviours are unfolding." He did not want to see Mairon in pain ever, but seeing him that enraged, that shameful hurt even more.

"If you agree, I am calling the hearing now. We need to obtain Manwe's final word, and I am sure it will be in our favour, but until the King acts, this evil acts will continue. What do you say, my love?"

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Mairon complied and stood behind Namo as he was told. It could be anyone outside that door and he could not help but think it could be Tulkas, trying to see if Mairon was alone. And although still tensed, he was a little bit relieved when the person that stumbled inside was one of Namo's. But it did not make sense, and when Namo moved to block the door, he was left behind the intruder and just to be sure, Mairon slipped a hand behind his back as his nails turned into deadly talons that he kept hidden from sight, just in case the other planned to attack Namo. That would be something Mairon would never tolerate.

When it was clear that the stupid little Maia would not attack, Mairon shaped the claws back into his usual hand and stopped around him, taking his place next to Namo, where he belonged. There was no fear on his face, just the same stern authority of Namo, cold and unyielding. At least until Namo mentioned his name and his eyes widened in surprise and the thoughts on the tip of his tongue remained unspoken. At least until a later time, for it was a simple curiosity.

As their eyes met, he composed himself and stepped forward just enough to see the reaction the other had and felt the change like a knife to the gut. The Maia's lips twisted with disgust and backed away, fear also added to the expression on his face.

"If you think I can't tell what games Tulkas is playing, you are more gullible than you think. I have no qwestion for them, my Lord. I already know everything I need," he spoke to Namo although he was still glaring at the kneeling Maia that stared back with the same vitriol and hatred as before.

Mairon's eyes burned with a rage that he preferred over the disappointment and hurt he felt inside, and would have skinned him on the spot, if Namo wasn't there. And as veins started glowing on Mairon's exposed skin, he envisioned it so clearly in his mind that he gave the Maia visions, as real as the floor beneath his knees. And he screamed, and cried, and begged, as Mairon snarreld and would not let him go.

Namo shook his head. "Nevermind, my beloved. My worries sometimes are too loud for my own sake." He was about to say something, when Mairon expressed his concerns.

And Mairon never had any reason to lie throughout all the permanence in his Realm. He frowned. "I believe you, Mairon. We shall discover our visitor together." He dqueezed his hand and then stood up. He motioned Mairon to be quiet and stay behind him. If anyone was trespassing, then Namo would apply the new set of rules. Clearly, he did not expect to apply those so soon, but one could never be careful enough.

Especially not after Tulkas' trespassing and violence.

He readied himself, protecting Mairon behind him, and motioning to be quiet. And he heard faint footsteps right behind the door. And he took in a breath, swinging the door open and catching someone by the arm, pulling them inside and closing the door behind.

The intruder was trapped. They tried lounging for the door, but Namo stepped in the way. "Stop. You are just making a fool of yourself. What madness is this?"

Namo looked at the intruder - one of his own Maiar, who promptly kneeled on the floor, shaking. "Please, Lord of the Halls, have mercy on me!"

"That shall depend on what brings you here, in my own private quarters. Speak!" He found himself using a more authoritative tone than usual. The Maia trembled, not daring to raise their head. "I... Tulkas told me... You were in trouble... I see that this is not the case, my Lord, please, forgive me."

Namo held his breath. He turned towards Mairon, conscious that this was even more shaking than anything before. "In trouble. Me. Elaborate."

"He... He said... A bad influence befell you. And that it is the cause for his predicament too."

"And you believed him. You believed a rumour over your own eyes."

Namo wanted more than anything to shield Mairon from any more lie. He restrained himself and forced his words to be calm. "How long has this been going on?"

The Maia at his feet did not reply. Namo did not need any further confirmation. He would apply the rules to each and anyone who did that on Tulkas' behalf. "As per the laws of this realm, I shall sentence you and all those who participated accordingly. As for now, you will be replying not only to me, but to Mairon as well, should he have any questions."

He held Mairon by a shoulder, giving him a worried look.

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When Glorfindel growled, Mairon's lips twisted in a smirk as if he knew what was coming and he was not wrong. He suddenly found himself flipped around on his back and the elf over him like a star in the night sky, against the obsidian ceiling of his rooms.

Being wanted, needed so desperately, with panting breath, strong grasps and pinned against the bed made Mairon moan and his body started to tremble just a little. Need and pleasure were coiling up within his core and pulsated through his body like the waves of the sea.

"Glorfindel," Mairon whispered, nearly breathless and searched for him, wanting to see his eyes, and reached out to him, "Please... Come here," and felt the weight of him against his body, parting his legs and cupped his face gently as he looked in his eyes as if looking at something precious that he had lost centuries ago and was now returned to him.

"Can we just stay like this?" he whispered, his hand shaking with the overwhelming sensations that he did not want to stop feeling. "I just want to feel you, be close to you...." and worried that won't be enough for him, that maybe he wanted more. And maybe one day they will have that but Mairon was not ready yet. "Please..." he whispered and closed his eyes, reaching for his lips, drunk on light and desire.

The sensation of Mairon's breath on his lips, the vibration of his voice as it leaves him in that breathy moan, the pressure of his chest against Glorfindel's body - it set every one of his nerves on fire. The elf-prince's hands ran desperately over Mairon's form, fingers teasing every inch of skin he can find, grasping at his shoulders, then waist, then hips, as though Glorfindel feared that Mairon might disappear from him again.

He thought, for a moment, about speaking, but words escaped him, and the only sound that emanated from his lips is a slight growl as Mairon grasped his hair and pulled. At this, Glorfindel's hand grabbed desperately at Mairon's hips, and all thought fled from him. His flesh burned with desire, and he looked into Mairon's gaze with golden eyes slightly unfocused, his cheeks flush. His breath hitched in his throat as Mairon rubbed against him, and finally, he snapped into action, lifting Mairon with one arm and flipping him onto the bed, leaning on top of him and beginning to kiss down his face, then throat, then to the flesh of his collarbone - the taste of him was sweeter than wine, more intoxicating than the world's strongest liquor, and Glorfindel could not get enough of him.

It didn't matter, then, what had happened before, or how Glorfindel had come to be here, or what consequences there may be. All that filled his mind were thoughts of Mairon, the musical sounds of his desperate desire, and the feeling of the Maia beneath him.

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We fell in love.

Mairon could not help but smile at that and kept listening to Namo and when he asked him what else he was not saying, Mairon was a little confused and shifted to sit by his side, although one of his legs still laid over Namo's thigh, making the shape of his body show as the robe clung to him like silk.

He snuggled under Namo's arm as he held him around the waist, "What do you mean?" he frowned, "I know I can tell you and I do, I really have nothing to hide from you. Is there something that you feel I am holding from you?" and Mairon looked away as he was searching his mind for something that he might have missed and if he did so, it was surely not intent-

Mairon stood up suddenly and looked back at Namo with concern. "I... uhm... I don't mean to sound crazy, but I think I just saw someone pass quickly by the window," and walked slowly towards the door to see if there was someone outside but kept looking back at Namo. When he was right next to the door, he stopped as he was playing with the bracelet on his wrist, sensing a danger that he could not name and took a step back. He did not want to open the door alone because he feared that if he did something wrong, it may have consequence none of them can foresee.

Oh, so that was the issue. The crux of all of it. He held Mairon, balancing himself on the sofa where they had fallen, in an attempt at not falling on the floor. And Namo smiled, pressing a soft kiss amongst the golden locks of his beloved.

"If you must know, Eonwe and Manwe have been an item since the Years of the Trees. They are by no means perfect, and it did not start in the best of ways." He smiled. He still held him with tenderness. "We fell in love. That is different on several levels. And I think the Host is finally understanding it."

He looked at Mairon, feeling that there was some more. He could feel that the storm of thoughts was not quiet. "What is it? You can tell me. I will do what I can." He had a feeling, something that was forming, but in the turmoil he could not see clearly.

He let Mairon curl around him, gently pressing kisses. "Perhaps, this time, I shall be the one receiving, and being held by my beloved, should you wish to. I am equally yours, after all."

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Mairon hurt too much to punish himself any further by staying away from Namo, not when he was so loving and accepted him unconditionally, nor when he called to him so sweetly and with open arms, loving him no matter what he thought of himself. So, he turned and this time he did not hesitate when he came in front of Namo, pushed him onto the couch, a hand against his chest, as he leaned him back and saddled him without a word, just looked into his eyes with determination and a need of him that made him melt as soon as he was on Namo's lap.

He leaned against the Vala's chest and rested his head in the crook of his neck, sighing with relief and relishing the feeling of being held. "You make the world go away from inside my head, and silence my thoughts. Namo,..." he moved a little to look him in the eyes and realized it had been weeks since he had been this close to anyone and smiled at the warmth he felt.

"Do you think I did well today? I was worried because... I never found my place with the other Maiar and Valar. They always looked at me strangely, even before Melkor. I worry that maybe..." he sighed trying to find his words, "Eonwe and Manwe look like they were made for each other in a way... I want that too. I want to be of you, to belong to you, not some peculiar thing that everyone looks at like I've planned some wicked game to seduce you." And as he blurted all that out, he hugged Namo gently and pressed against him as if wanting to slither his way within, find a warm place next to his heart and forget the world.

Namo let Mairon have his space. This had not been an easy conversation and righteously his beloved was distraught. His own heart ached in the seemingly impossible task of calming him down. He listened, patiently, to what Mairon had to say, before speaking.

"Mairon, my heart, you do have a personality that I learned to love and appreciate. That does not make you necessarily bad. To me, and to all in Mandos now, you are good. Traits like being cunning, ambitious, driven, meticulous, they are not necessarily bad traits. It all depends on the context they are applied to, and so far I have seen you so cunning, in solving probleems and diatribes in the smartest way possible. I have seen your ambitiousness in all the projects small or big that you have been undertaking. I have seen your drive in wanting to be the best version of yourself. I have seen your meticulous hard work. And I love you. There is nothing that will make me change my love for you. And the same goes for everyone else."

He could feel the uneasiness through their shared bond - he could feel the thoughts about Tulkas, the events occurred, all in a whirlwind of emotions. He could not force the storm to calm down, but he could offer a safe haven. He opened his arms.

"Today it has been difficult. Come to me, my light. I can't tell you what to do, but I can offer my arms to hold you until you feel safe. And even then, I will still hold you. Speak to me. Anything said in this room will stay here."

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When Namo's arms wrapped around him, Mairon relaxed almost instantly and while he whispered soothing words, Mairon closed his eyes and leaned against him, not even looking at the two guests until Eonwe rushed over to him. Mairon flinched at that, and pressed even closer to Namo, not wanting and hoping the other won't touch him. Right now, he could not stand it, if it was anyone else other than Namo.

He listened, although a little guarded and raised his eyes to Manwe to see whether the Vala shared the same thoughts and found nothing to say otherwise and when Namo spoke, Mairon opened his mouth to speak but shut it with a clank of teeth, as this was not the time.

When at last they were alone, Mairon took Namo's hands in his and urged him to sit down as he searched for his words. And long moments have passed before Mairon lifted his eyes from their hands. "Namo, I... I am not good. I don't feel good." and sighed deeply, "I feel it's important to tell you but I'm many things but good is not something I feel. I am indifferent, I can be mean, ruthless, cruel even, I am vengeful and... The only good thing about me is my love for you," and pulled him closer, hoping that it was not a mistake to be honest with the one he loved more than anything.

And he fell into deep thought, as if a veil fell over his eyes. What if Tulkas sensed that in him? What if he was right and the rest of them were too good to recognize the worst in others. And with that in mind, Mairon's hand flew to his mouth and stood up suddenly, "No! No, it can't be!" he shouted and turned to Namo with a desperate look in his tearful eyes, as if begging him to hear his thoughts because there was no way he could hear himself say those words aloud.

Namo wrapped his arm around Mairon's crying shape, his own heart aching, trying to speak soothing words to console him. He knew the answer to Mairon's question, and he knew everyone knew.

Eonwe quickly turned to look at Manwe, who gave a nod. The herald then knelt next to Mairon. "Mairon, we might have drifted apart as friends, but let me tell you. Only those who feel out of control and insecure about themselves, those who feel the constant need to assert their power. Those who cannot stand any sort of change in their own thought. This is the kind of despicable person he is, and thus has been punished. We know that you have not hurt anyone. The souls who you have been guiding under Lord Namo's rule never spoke ill of you. Lord Namo has had nothing but praise for you."

Namo, at that point, spoke too. "You are good, Mairon, and I understand you might be struggling with this, but we do believe you."

He kept Mairon wrapped in his arm, as he spoke to Manwe. "I believe we can end the conversation, for now, o King. It has been hard for everyone."

"I understand, and we both apologise for imposing. Should you wish to have another conversation, please do not hesitate. Perhaps we shall come at a better time."

Namo nodded. "I shall send someone to see you out, if that is alright."

"Indeed." And with that, Namo summoned one of the Maiar at his service to see Manwe and Eonwe out, as he stayed behind to be with Mairon. He took in a deep breath. "How are you feeling, my heart?"

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There was a constant thump in Mairon's ears, his blood pressure and heart were working overtime, and for a while, it was hard to focus or listen to what they were saying, but was lucky that he had someone like Namo by his side and motioned him to sit or else he would be left standing. His insides were a coiled mess of thoughts, even if on the outside he seemed to be calm and cold as ice, a stoic demeanor that only those closest to him would know how to see past.

He kept looking at Manwe and Eonwe, he hadn't seen the latter for a very long time and he still remember the fighting lessons he received from him, but above all, he saw how well they looked together. Were they married? Did they love each other the way Mairon loved Namo? Did Mairon look as good next to his Vala as Eonwe did next to his? What if Namo deserved someone bett- and his thoughts were ceased as he felt Namo squeeze his hand and he sighed, trying to clear his mind and got a little closer to the one he loved.

When he saw Manwe's eyes stop on the ring Mairon gifted Namo, he held his breath, bracing himself for a comment or an admonishment and when he heard his name, he was startled, the hand holding Namo's tightened slightly. He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't, and he sighed, looking down and raised his free hand and placed it on his neck, clearing his throat and pushed through the resistance.

"Have I hurt anyone since I've been here? Since your grace, o, Elder King, had not seen fit to punish me, I.... I don't understand why Tulkas had seen fit to humiliate me like he did," and tears were running down his cheeks but he didn't even notice them as his heart was burning in his chest. "And even though you doubted me and perhaps you still do, I've done nothing but all I could to make my Lord Namo happy in any way of shape or thought that I was able to. And even if I am to see nothing else but these halls from now until the end of my days, if here is the only place I can be safe, I will find peace should I be at his side," and leaned into Namo, hoping for an embrace but not daring to ask. He lowered his gaze and only then he noticed that his vision was blurred with tears and they fell from his eyes like little stars, shattering against the black fabric of his robes.

Mairon felt too hollowed out and tired but he sniffled and nodded, "I accept your apology," but that didn't mean he had to like him.

Namo smiled, as they both waited for Manwe to be introduced in the studio. Namo did his best to hide his own worries, as the other Vala stepped in. Namo stood up, welcoming Manwe and Eonwe, his herald.

"Welcome, o King. It is an honour for us to host you." He offered him the seats in front of them. "It is a pleasure having you as guest as well, Eonwe." As the two guests took their seats, so did Namo, motioning Mairon to sit down as well. This would not be an easy conversation at all, but there was nothing that could be undone at that point. Manwe talked.

"I am glad you could find the time for this talk, Namo, Lord of Mandos." He turned towards Mairon. "And I can see you have done a great progress, Mairon, and I am pleased to see you too."

Namo shifted imperceptibly on his seat - he wanted to get to the point, and Manwe understood. "You might ask why I wanted to have a private talk to you."

"Indeed, o King. A request is most unusual, although I suspect it has to do with both the plea and what happened in my Halls several weeks ago." Namo gently squeezed Mairon's hand. He had figured out the reasons fairly quickly and no doubt Mairon had done that too.

"Yes, although as it stands all talks about the plea will be at the hearing, not here. Today I am coming for a much needed check, and to make sure you both feel safe."

"Hm." Namo nodded. "As it stands, with the newly applied set of rules, we are fairly safe." Mairon's ring gleamed in the light of the lamps decorating the walls. "Is there anything we should be aware of?" He was still painfully aware of the few reservations the Host might have towards Mairon. Manwe hesitated. "I would like to reiterate to the rest of the Host that there is no danger left. And that they should stop trying to send in reports on the mere basis that the Halls now have just rules and clear boundaries."

Namo pursed his lipsm slightly uncomfortable. Manwe pointed at the ring, and then spoke to Mairon. "I have not seen Namo this happy in the longest of time. I am happy for you to stay, and happy to confirm that here I see no threat now. I wish to apologise for everything, but it shall be your choice whether to accept the apology or not, and we will not hold any grudge."

Namo let out a soft, relieved sigh. He had worried a bit too much. He glanced at Mairon, waiting for him to speak. He, after all, had all rights to talk.

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Mairon blushed a little at the compliment and quickly made sure to clarify, "It is something that has to happen and it is important, I know that. Please do not worry for me. I am sure that it would be fine, no matter how this meeting goes." and his tone became more serious as he went on. It would be impossible for this to not cause him stress but he would be fine, Mairon told himself.

After Namo kissed his forehead, Mairon was left wanting and bowed his head as he wrapped his arms around Namo, closing his eyes and smiling as he did so, listening to him at the same time. "What? No," he pulled back just a little and frowned, "I will not be parted from you. I want to sit by your side, no matter who comes here." His voice was a little indignant and would not conceive of such a thing. If it was up to him, Mairon would sit on Namo's lap. Manwe be damned.

He nodded and let him go, fighting the urge to clung onto him with his nails and instead, adjusted his robe and tiara before he followed Namo into the studio. The Vala already welcomed the two guests in and Mairon entered, and his beauty filled the room. There was an air about him that sung of darkness and tragedy, of softness and fire, of a being raised from the dark by the light and grace of Namo.

Mairon said nothing and his face betrayed no emotion as he bowed slightly and took a seat at Namo's side, and leaned back, watching with his fiery eyes from behind the Vala, and was like a flame was lit, making Namo's hair light up like a halo.

Namo had changed in different, but still simple black robes, lined with faint silver ornaments, his only jewelry being a silver circlet and Mairon's ring. As he saw Mairon in front of him, he smiled. What happened before still showed - and healing was not a straight line, but he silently hoped that one day his beloved could one day find again his confidence.

He kept these thoughts for himself. "You look absolutely stunning, my darling." He gently squeezed his hands. "If, at any point of this conversation, you wish for it to stop, please do let me know. I do not want to put more stress than necessary."

He pressed a getle kiss on his forehead. "The studio should be ready soon. Shall we head there and wait for Manwe? I have arranged for setings and tea for all of us. I wish for you to sit next to me, but should you feel it too imposing do let me know. You will probably see his herald too, Eonwe, as they hardly part."

He hoped all would be fine.

And granted, soon enough, he heard knocking. He gave Mairon a quick nod. "Let us go."

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This is a Mairon. He needs plenty of praise and admiration to grow.

He may grow into an Annatar. The flower means he is ready for mating. He will bring you gifts.

Warning1: Do not under any circumstances take the gifts(especially rings) that he tries to give you. Warning2: If you do not admire him enough he may turn into a Sauron or Gorthaur. They are very dangerous and could lead to property damage. Catch and dispose of them in water immediately.

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Thinking that after their meeting with Manwe they will spend time together only made Mairon look forward to it and it was an incentive to get through this meeting. He didn't let Namo see it so he won't be worried but Mairon knew that this meeting would bring back memories and it was as if he could still feel that hand around his throat. And it angered him to the point where he almost teared up but didn't allow himself to. He made such good progress these past few weeks but healing, as he just found out, was not a linear thing.

He sighed and chose black.

While he was dressing he didn't even look in the mirror, just fitted the clothes on himself and completed the outfit with gold chains and necklaces, rings and a tiara on his forehead. His long hair was loose and when he was done, still, he would not look in the mirror. Instead, he herd Namo returning and in a breath, stepped outside the room and called him.

"Namo, my heart," and stood there wringing his fingers, as the black clothes hugged his frame like a dark abyss that only made him shine even brighter. "Would you be my mirror? Is this alright?" and did a piruete, his long hair fanning around him as he turned to smile at him.

With a tinge of reluctance, Namo stood up, directing himself to a wooden desk so he could write an invitation for Manwe. He smiled all the way. Mairon truly was wonderful, and he felt blessed at being with him. "Then it is set. I shall reserve all spoiling for after."

He knew, after all, that they had an eternity to spend, and he himself could not postpone this any longer.

He pulled out a parchment paper and a pen, writing down a formal invitation for Manwe, detailing time and place of attendance. And he heard Mairon's voice from the other room. "Any colour you wish to wear, my beloved. I am not particularly strict about it. Whilst I do have a predilection for black, I do allow everyone to express themselves as they wish. You included, my heart, especially you."

And if anyone had a problem with that, he was ready to set it in stone in further rules to implement. His realm was a place where the only judgement passed was on the wellbeing of those dwelling in there.

He finished the last details and closed the envelope, sealing it carefully. At that point he briefly went off to send the message and came back. "I shall change too. And I shall arrange for seatings and some tea to be brought to the studio."

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Send a 😲 for your muse to walk in on mine masturbating!

OR Send a 😰 for my muse to walk in and catch yours masturbating.

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Gandalf choked on smoke and coughed until tears sparkled in his eyes. He was laughing at Frodo's squeak and the smoke went the wrong way.

When the coughing fit was over, he wheezed out the remaining of his laughter while he wiped his eyes. "Alright then. You caught me red handed, so to say," the wizard grumbled lightheartedly. "What do you want to see? Colored smoke wings, blooming flowers, just don't ask for fireworks, if you don't mind, my dear Frodo. They gather quite a crowd and I'm not in the mood."

Hearing Frodo's words, Gandalf harrumphed "That's different. It is for a celebration and brings joy to see," said mumbling as he was rummaging through the grass and some bushes until he finally found something that would work and stuffed it through the pipe, feeling it pushing though and when he blew into it, it was cleared. "Aaaahaaa!" he exclaimed and happily went back to sit next to Frodo.

Gandalf stuffed his hand into one of his pockets and brought up some pipe-weed and stuffed it in. Now he had an issue and glanced with the corner of his eye at Frodo, humming lightly and turned with his back to him as he lit the pipe. He certainly did use magic for that but didn't want Frodo to know, and started to hum a happy tune as he blew rings of smoke.

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And so he did. All thought was cut suddenly and let his body speak with actions and desire, with need and yearning, that have been pushed back and denied so long that it was overflowing, now that they were free to come forth.

Mairon felt his mouth claimed as well as his body, soft lips pressed against his and melted against him as Glorfindel grabbed his hair, and moaned into the kiss. In one graceful movement, he moved, not even breaking the kiss when he climbed over on the elf's lap, saddling him. The Maia moaned again, the feeling of his hand in his hair, of their bodies so close, allowing himself to feel, after such a long time of holding back.

He finally broke the kiss as he grabbed a handful of Glorfindel's hair and pulled back, his eyes alit with flames and mouth red and slightly swollen. Mairon held his gaze, looking into his eyes as he moved his hips once and moaned rubbing against the other and moaned again when he closed his eyes and repeated the movement, feeling tingles all over his body and felt his sex pulsate with pleasure as he pressed down against the other's.

The wait was torturous - left on his own, it was all Glorfindel could do to stop his own thoughts from overwhelming him. His heart burned like a smoldering fire, thinking of Mairon.

When Mairon did finally return to him, he felt, for a moment, unsure. Had he been thinking too much ? But such thoughts fled from his mind at Mairon's touch, soft & slender fingers brushing against his cheek, sending a shiver down his spine. A soft breath escaped his lips as he leaned into Mairon's hand, cheeks warming at the sensation of his gentle kiss. For this, he was content, having forbidden himself from wanting anything more, but he felt Mairon's hand wrap around his waist and pull their bodies together, and Glorfindel allowed his own arms to embrace the other, pressing against him as his light & warmth wreathed around Mairon.

The soft sound of Mairon's whimper caused Glorfindel to bite back his own sharp inhale. How he wanted to hear that beautiful music again ! " Put any thought or worry from your mind, for a moment, " the elf-prince murmured, breathing in Mairon's closeness, fighting against his own near uncontrollable urge to taste him, to know him. It was pure torment, trying to resist, and each second that he spent in this indescribable moment pushed him closer to the breaking point, until finally -

Glorfindel closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to Mairon's, pulling the Maia tightly to his chest, reaching a hand up Mairon's back to thread in his hair.

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His breathing quickened and the veins on his body started glowing with the fire within, crackling like hell fire at the ends of his hair and when Melkor grabbed his hair, he let his head fall back with the movement, his body arching and neck exposed, welcoming his Master's lips with soft moans and shaky limbs.

As his hair was released and Melkor's hands moved to his hips, he leaned over the other, his hair a curtain of fire at the side of his face and moved his hips faster and faster, feeling his climax closer with each thrust. He whimpered and claimed Melkor's lips, moaning into the kiss, a desperate cry of pleasure muffled by his Master's mouth on his.

He didn't want to, at least not yet, so he broke the kiss, his face scrunched in what almost looked like pain, and pressed his hands against Melkor's chest, his movements stopping as he tried to do the same, begging Melkor to stop. "N-no, I'm gonna... Ahhh... Please ssstop-" but it was too late as he shuddered violently, the walls within tensing and moaned aloud that the air was shoved out of him in one go, panting quickly as he rode down his climax, falling over Melkor, feeling limp against him, hiding his face in the crook of the Vala's neck.

Embers falling free from Mairon’s long hair landed on Melkor’s hands clutching the Maia’s thighs. Savoring the warmth, he slid his hands up Mairon’s skin, until pulling him down closer, he slid them into his radiant hair.

Only when they were merging did his burnt hands feel restored. Once more Melkor was whole, unburdened by his damned wounds as he rocked his hips against him.

His breath caught in his throat; with a staggered exhale he pulled sharply at Mairon’s hair but delicately pressed a kiss to his neck. “Yes… fuck…” The next kiss honored his lips again.

“You’re doing so well, baby…” he murmured breathlessly with a firm smack to Mairon’s ass before taking hold of his hips to meet his movements more vigorously.

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Mairon was melting under Namo's touch as it rained down on him with affection, kisses and the type of love that was felt, not only heard in words. "Many times I ask myself the same thing and I know that it is your love that heals me every day and for that I am eternally grateful."

He felt the change in Namo as if a cloud suddenly covered the sun and shook his head, "Please don't change your plans for me. I am with you always. If you planned for meeting Manwe," and he got up, starting to undo his belt as he wanted to change his work clothes to something more presentable, "In fact, I will go change. I am very much influencing you right now and while I adore you for that, please," he bowed with a smirk, "let us deal with him already for I much prefer that, than have to worry about it until tomorrow."

And with that he really did leave this time, not waiting to be convinced otherwise for it would not take much for Namo to do so. A look from him, a disapproving glance would turn his thoughts around and fall at his feet.

"What color should I wear? Do you think black would be too much?" he asked from the other room as he left the door open to better hear each other.

When Namo saw Mairon on his knees he felt confused for a second, confusion then turning into surprise and joy, as he saw the ring being slipped on his finger. He felt speechless, and stunned. He looked at him fondly, lovingly. "Oh, Mairon. Sometimes I do ask myself what I did to deserve you, my light and my heart."

He gently caressed Mairon. "The ring is stunning, but compared to you nothing is more beautiful. I love it, and I do because you made it, and you are the one who matters to me the most."

He was about to cry in joy, but held back his tears, instead kissing Mairon with all himself, and whispering in between the words "I love you" over and over again, almost forgetting what he was set on doing moments earlier.

Until he remembered.

He pressed his forehead against Mairon. "My love, let me pen this invitation. And after this, I shall be yours, to do as you wish."

He had plans, but now all plans were scraped off. Mairon had been working hard. And especially after this, he truly wished for nothing but to spend time with his beloved. "Today it is for you, my love."

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"I know you mean well, my love," and Mairon smiled squeezing Namo's hand in return, "But rules shall need to be made. I cannot stand the thought of others disrespecting you and your Halls. Myself aside, it is you that should be..." and looked for a better word than worship, something that would not sound so harsh for Namo, "regarded with respect. Your work is more important than they give you credit for and it is time they know that," Mairon spoke sweetly and if a little hidden persuasion was weaved through, it was only in Namo's name, as Mairon did believe every word he said and the world should too.

Mairon scrunched his nose as he smiled when Namo kissed it and was so giddy about the Vala's enthusiast for the day they would be wed that he almost interrupted him when he opened his mouth to speak but placed a finger on it as he listened.

He nodded a little too eager and finally spoke, "But first, please bare with me a moment," and went down on his knees between Namo's legs and slipped a finger in his pocket, pulling out the ring. "I have a present for you, my Lord and love eternal," and took Namo's hand gently in his and placed the ring onto Namo's finger. It was a simple black band with blue and purple gems and shimmering starlight all around it's middle.

Mairon brought Namo's hand to his lips and kissed it gently as he gazed into the Vala's eyes. "I hope you like it. Please accept it as my promise to love you forever." and looked at the band, brushing it gently with his thump before he released him. "The light in them remind me of your eyes. Although... they are much more beautiful than any gem I have ever laid my eyes upon."

Namo nodded, squeezing lightly Mairon's hand. He could understand his feelings, and after all, how could anyone blame him? He nodded. "He shall come invited and announced. And he shan't see the forge, unless it is your wish to do so."

The past facts had indeed made Namo realize that he had been truly lenient with passage on his realm, and he should have been more assertive and placed more boundaries since the start. Again, experience had been key in making specific decisons and a stricter set of rules.

"I am glad to hear this, my light. We shall then go together and face the Host and their requests. And worry not, my darling. I know how important this is for you. Hopefully, we will allget some closure, and something positive for everyone, for a change." And he let out a soft laughter at Mairon's last remark. "And yes, we can wed faster." He looked at him fondly. "And whilst it seems that I am being patient, I truly cannot wait for that day."

He kissed Mairon's nose playfully. "Now, I shall pen a letter to Manwe, formally inviting him. I have recently set a rule that no Vala or Maia may come uninvited to the Halls. Both Irmo and Este and Nienna supported the new set and helped communicate it to the Host."

He had neither forgotten, nor forgiven, the acts occurred not so much time prior, after all. And he was not keen on ever being disrespected again, nor he wanted anyone regardless to be disrespected in his Realm.