#angbang fic

[urwendii]

Rating: G

Pairing: Melkor x Mairon

Wordcount: 1,524

Summary:

When Melkor approaches him it is not necessarily out of ill intents - he thinks. As Aulë’s second he enjoys a certain reputation - one that gives him the moniker Admirable. No, Mairon does not start evil at all. Though, perhaps it is in his nature to ever evolve, ever iterate, he is fond of empirical processes and his surroundings feel small and smothering sometimes. But Mairon laughs, Mairon cares, Mairon even loves. And that is his own doom.

[cilil]

Every time a woman rejects Melkor, Mairon has to turn into said unlucky lady later so Melkor can fuck "her" anyway

[massivewonderlandtragedy]

Dear people of the Silmarillion fandom, I think I saw it in a post before (sorry I cannot find it nor remember the poster), however I shall reiterate. Whenever I read it, I see Melkor/Morgoth looking and sounding like Peter Steele from Type O Negative? Thoughts?

[maironsmaid]

I think there should be a fic for me to read about Angbang being fucked up evil lovers but PoV Feanorions React

[lvsifer]

the sweet & talented @cilil tagged me on WIP Wednesday, so have a lil snipped from the next chapter of my Paul x Feyd fic <3

Feyd-Rautha lies down on the bed, closes his eyes and thinks of the boy. Reflected red light slashes the tenebrous room in half, a laceration that cuts Feyd-Rautha off by the chest. He touches where the light warms his skin just above his seventh rib and dips his fingers between his costal arches. Here. He imagines Paul’s blade push inside. He moans. “Come to me, Atreides,” Feyd-Rautha murmurs into the empty room, then throws an arm over his face, bites at his own skin enough to bruise while his free hand sinks between his legs. What if the secret door opened and the boy came to him now? Feyd-Rautha imagines Paul’s lesser weight on top of him, spreading Feyd-Rautha’s thighs.

And ALSO, this super old angbang wip from...2016..........that I will finish...some day:

Yet in gloaming Melkor had once more returned, gargantuan and of-augury. A light had shone in his eyes, both fiery and frore. Naught of offering or promises foul, only this: his hand extended, and crackling along the whiteness of his skin, power. And Mairon had taken it. For what Mairon wants is not to serve. He wants to make. Suddenly he needs not pledge himself. Nil binds him, but his own will to power. Torn from slumber, he for the first time sees, and stares into the depths of the world. And deeper than woe or servitude, cradled in igneous rock, lie his own blackening desires, clamouring for eternity. And eternal shall they be.

tagging: @sauron-kraut (i know cilil also tagged you but still <3), @jamlocked, @liesmyth, @saintstars, @crackinthecup, @curufiin @theskeletonprior

[crackinthecup]

Summary:

“The sortie was a triumph,” Mairon says, holding the helm upon his lap and gazing up into his face. He smiles a smile that grows and stretches, wider and wider, as though there is something within him that cannot be contained. Something vast. Something keen. “Beleriand is open to us. Those who thought we could be penned in, who thought our might the lesser, lived to regret such misapprehensions. Or,” he adds, showing his teeth, “did not live, as the case may be.” Melkor is drawn to that smile, to the something—vital, beguiling—underneath it. He reaches out. Places the leather of his gloved palm and fingers upon Mairon’s cheek. Beneath the leather, pain tingles, his burned skin protesting the contact. Mairon nuzzles against him, eyes flickering shut, a noise issuing from him that is happy and mindless, like the purr of some great pleased beast; and Melkor forgets the pain. “Congratulations are in order, I should think,” he tells him, “to the brilliant mind who engineered this victory.”

[gardensofthemoon]

Angbang and 15 for the kiss prompts 🌝

15 - passionately. prompt list here

A great storm roiled above the jagged peaks of Thangorodrim, but deep in the mountain’s guts, Angband revelled.

And Mairon revelled also, basking in the glory of his Master. For the battle had been won, and the vermin that called themselves masters of the beauty of Arda had scattered all across the lands like the rats that they were.

“My fierce lieutenant,” his Master’s voice called, and as one entranced Mairon heeded the summons of his lord.

Dark and proud was he on the throne, and the light of the jewels shone upon him, frightful and imperious. Mairon, who knelt for no one, knelt before his Master.

“Well you have served me,” said his Master, “and hard have you toiled. Let it be known that I pay those loyal to me in kind.” A long-fingered hand came to rest upon his jaw, the claws digging into the meat of his cheek. “What will you, my precious?” He forced Mairon’s head upwards, and the sight of his Master hollowed his lungs out in fearful worship. But Mairon missed the touch of his lord like a bleeding wound weeping for the arrow which had been wrenched out of the flesh.

“I only wish to serve you,” said Mairon. He looked into the pools of tar that were his Master’s eyes. “Have of me what you will.”

His lord laughed, rumbling deep into the roots of the earth. “So I will, little one. Come here.”

How bright was his Master, and oh how Mairon wanted to be burnt by that divine flame, scorched to his core. Slowly, carefully, Mairon rose to his feet.

His Master smiled. The body of the High-King impaled on the spikes of the throne dribbled blood onto his Master’s face, red streaks painting visions of war and fire onto the pale planes of his lord’s beautiful face. Mairon had never seen a more wondrous sight. He felt the stirrings of passion low in his belly, the heat of lust crawling up his spine, simmering. Beneath his breastbone, his heart was speeding up.

“So responsive, my sweetling.” The endearment twisted inside Mairon: it made him want to curl onto himself, or perhaps bare his throat, offer it up for the taking.

His Master wound a hand into his hair and pulled. Pain blossomed in his scalp, spread into his body like dripping honey. “You will take everything I deign to give you,” said his lord, and crushed his cold mouth against Mairon’s.

That touch ignited Mairon and lit the flames kept subdued under his skin into a golden pyre. Shamelessly he parted his lips, and let his Master plunder the the warmth of his mouth, and as the tidal wave of lust broke he responded in turn, kissing his lord with abandon until he could think no more, sense nothing but his Master, and feel nothing but bliss singing in his veins.

[winds-of-zephyr416]

Just finished reading Saints Of Another Kind by ceruleanshark and OH MY GOD AM I NORMAL ABOUT THEM

I AM. NORMAL. ABOUT ALL OF THIS. The fic may be unfinished but good lord I am NOT done with them. Disney princess autistic man and his eldritch fae bf ftw.

(Honestly in the AU I strongly doubt Mairon would be introducing Melkor to his parents, but the dynamic still stands. Maybe he's introducing them to Arien and Ilmarë instead).

[lassieposting]

Lassie's Fic Prompts: Tolkien Edition

Usually I haunt mutuals or the prompt channels of Discord communities but the Tolkien ones are all massive and I have anxiety, so I'm gonna shove them in the tag instead! Fic concepts from your friendly local prompt goblin, because god knows my ass will never get around to writing them. This post will get updated as ideas occur to me. Tags are mostly to help express The Vibe™. Anyway feel free to come talk to me about this shit I have feelings.

Bagginshield

T+ || Fluffy || Post-Canon, Reunion Fic

When the ringbearers arrive in the Blessed Realm, as a reward for the great peril they have suffered on behalf of all of Middle Earth, they are granted a single boon by the Valar.

Bilbo Baggins knows that elves, dwarves and men go to different realms after death. But Mahal's halls are vast and grand, and he is only a very small Hobbit. Surely room can be found for a single burglar in the dwarven afterlife?

Barduil

G+ || Angsty || Post-Canon, Loss, Closure, Bonus Points For Bard's Memorial Surviving To Be Unearthed In The Modern Day

Before leaving Middle Earth, Thranduil pays a final visit to the memorial he had carved for Bard.

Saurondriel

T+ || || Debates & Bickering, Sauron Drawing Parallels Between His Life & 'Halbrand's', Sauron As A Calming Influence On Morgoth's Genocidal Tendencies, Galadriel's Black & White Thinking, Small Moments Of Goodness

Halbrand takes Galadriel out to eat with his first week's wages from the forge in Armenelos, but the puppetry performance going on in the plaza - in which she is the heroine and he one of the villains - proves a distraction from their definitely-not-a-date.

When Halbrand admits that he's never seen the Sauron/Morgoth duo portrayed as utterly evil before, coming as he does from a land of their allies, Galadriel asks him what kind of stories the Southlanders tell. Sensing an opportunity to humanise himself in her mind, Halbrand dredges up some painful memories to introduce her to Mairon, Melkor and the path to hell paved with twisted love and good intentions.

T+ || Comedy || 5+1 Fic, Sauron Doing His Best, He's Not Spectacular At Being A Human But He's Trying, Galadriel Is Suspicious But Doesn't Know Enough About Humans To Call Him Out, Entirely Normal Mannish Behaviour™, Galadriel Will See A Guy Leave Scorchmarks On The Bedsheets When He Comes & Be Like 'It's Fine They Probably All Do That'

Halbrand is quite possibly the most realistic fana Sauron has ever created. He's designed to be so believably human he'll fly completely under the radar. But ultimately, a disguise is only ever as good as the actor wearing it. Halbrand is a fire spirit piloting an exquisitely crafted meat suit, and Sauron's idea of Totally Normal Mannish Behaviour is sometimes...slightly off base.

Galadriel is beginning to suspect the truth: her new significant annoyance is many things, but human is not one of them. But that's a terrifying prospect. And - and she hasn't spent all that much time around the race of Men herself, really. She's used to other elves. So it's probably fine. It's totally fine. Men are just Like That, is all.

AKA, five times Galadriel notices Halbrand's weird-as-fuck Maia traits/behaviours, but deliberately excuses them as Just Human Stuff because she doesn't want to deal with who and what he really is.

And one time where she already knows who and what he is. Many years into their marriage, Galadriel is mostly accustomed to her king's more unusual quirks. But sometimes, Mairon can be so human it almost breaks her heart.

T+ || Future Fic || Redemption Arc, Sort Of, Ainur Family Drama, Where Is Celeborn? Who Knows, Sauron Slouching Less Into The Light Of Goodness & More Into The Mist Of Moral Ambiguity, For Galadriel™, Dagor Dagorath

At the close of the Third Age, the last of Arda's elves take ship for Valinor, leaving Middle Earth - and the disembodied spirit of its former Dark Lord - to the race of Men. For thousands upon thousands of years, the Undying Lands enjoy a hard-won peace.

But when Morgoth manages to escape the Void, that peace is shattered, and with Valinor itself under threat, Ossë is dispatched to the world left behind to find the one soul who knows the enemy as well as Morgoth knows himself. He tracks Sauron to the deep south, where he's managed to claw back a physical form and has been living out his powerless exile as Hal Brand, old-timey blacksmith to the local ranchers.

When Ossë appears on his doorstep with news of Morgoth's escape, offering clemency in exchange for information, Sauron suspects a trap, and turns the offer down, intending to go into hiding rather than face his old master's rage at what's become of his dark kingdom and faithful servants. To sweeten the pot, Ossë leverages Sauron's greatest regret: the knowledge that Galadriel is in Valinor, and the implication that she'd like to see her old enemy again. Unable to resist the opportunity to reconcile with her, Sauron agrees to finally go home and share what he knows of Morgoth's plans and likely next moves with the Valar.

But with age-old grudges and rivalries causing trouble in Valinor, and Morgoth determined to retrieve his wayward lieutenant at any cost, can Sauron really turn back from the darkness long enough to hand victory to the Valar in the Last Battle?

T+ || Hurt/Comfort || Trauma, Nightmares, Identity Reveal, Sauron Has Seen Some Shit, He Probably Has Impressive Telepathy Defenses Most Of The Time But Shh, He Loves Her & He Wants To Be The Person She Thinks He Is,

Fighting for his life on the road to Eregion, Halbrand slowly succumbs to a murky world of fever dreams and infection-addled hallucinations. Trying to ease his restless sleep, Galadriel reaches out to to touch his mind...and finds herself dragged into a disjointed maelstrom of her most hated enemy's worst moments and greatest fears: Morgoth's bitter rage, the judgment of the Valar, the agony of bleeding out in the snow at Adar's feet, the inevitable pain of her own rejection if ever he's discovered.

Too weak to repel her or even really realise what he's sharing, Sauron lets her in, taking comfort from her presence. Presented with an opportunity she never thought she'd have - to look through the mind of her enemy unhindered - Galadriel stays her hand long enough to look for closure, for confirmation that he is the monster she's been hunting, that he's been manipulating her all along. Instead, she might just find something worth saving.

T+ || AU || Enemies To Lovers To Enemies To Friends To Lovers Again, Yelling At Sauron As Therapy, Halbrand!Mairon, Probably Because He Feels The Most Himself With Her Or Something, Aulë Knows Whats Up, He 100% Lets Slip On Purpose, Healing

After the destruction of the One Ring, what's left of Sauron's spirit is rounded up by the Valar and imprisoned in Valinor.

Galadriel does not find peace in the Undying Lands. After everything she has seen and done, she struggles to settle back into the realm of winterless spring. When a slip of the tongue from Aulë gives her the location of Sauron's prison, her restless nighttime wanderings begin to take her there to see him.

Sometimes, she is incandescent with rage and betrayal, and she vents her age-old anger on him without expecting any answers. Sometimes, she comes for information, and her questions are cold, cruel, demanding things flung through the bars. Sometimes, she is just sad and tired, and her questions are quiet things passed between them as they sit either side of the door. At first, there is no fight left in him: he takes what she throws at him in defeated silence. But the more she visits - to berate him, to needle him, to call him names, to ask him why, to reminisce - the more he starts to respond to her. And as her anger finally begins to die out, and their time together is increasingly spent remembering, and talking, and getting to know one another anew, the more the broken, amorphous creature in the cell begins to resemble the Man she once thought she knew.

M+ || Shameless Smut || Romance, Sauron's Complicated Relationship With Sexuality, Service Top Galadriel, Maybe Grayspec Maiar, The Mortifying Ordeal Of Emotional Intimacy, He Thinks She Wants To Subjugate Her Enemy, She Actually Wants To Love Her Idiot

Millennia ago, Mairon learned the value of sex as a bargaining chip, and he's been using it to get what he wants from the Incarnates - and Melkor - ever since. It's become a well-honed staple of his negotiation toolkit, a performance so well-rehearsed he barely needs to think about it. It's almost unheard of for anyone to notice that he tends to zone out partway through.

Almost.

Halbrand's tendency to seduce his way out of the doghouse hasn't gone unnoticed by his new queen, and nor has the way his eyes glaze over just as things start to get interesting. She's beginning to wonder whether anyone ever actually told him that intimacy is supposed to be fun. Determined to keep him in the moment with her, she decides she'll just have to teach him that herself.

AKA, Galadriel notices that Halbrand tends to dissociate and put on the act he thinks she wants from him in the bedroom. Concerned, she makes it her mission to show him he's safe to relax and enjoy himself with her - and absolutely wrecks him to make her point.

T+ || Canon Divergence || Galadriel Says Yes, Ainur Family Drama, Mairon's Aulë-Shaped Daddy Issues, Arondir & Theo, Could Be 5+1, Angst & Fluff, Maybe Comedy, Lucifer-Style Therapeutic Breakthrough, Aulë & Mairon Have Different Love Languages/Communication Styles, Galadriel Eyeing Sauron Suspiciously: What Are You Scheming Now, Meanwhile Sauron To Arondir: IDK Man I Just Never Felt Like I Was Good Enough YK? Why Wasn't I Good Enough?, Arondir Just: Your Majesty Have You Considered Therapy

Galadriel names Bronwyn advisor to the newly-restored crown of the Southlands, which means the new king and queen start seeing a lot of her husband and child. Mairon seems fascinated by the little family, and the pseudo-paternal relationship developing between Arondir and Theo - suddenly, he's full of questions about family dynamics for humans and elves. Gradually, the advice of his new wife and friends helps Mairon realise a few things about his own relationship with Aulë.

Alternatively, five times watching Arondir and Theo interact recontextualises a memory for Mairon, and one time he makes a parenting choice with Celebrían and saltily realises Aulë had a point in doing the same thing to him

T+ || Time Travel/Time Loop || Sauron Fucks Up The Timeline, Then Tries To Fix It Without Killing Finrod, Bonus Points If Halbrand Finds He Begrudgingly Likes Finrod, Alternate Meeting, Maybe She's Still A Soldier But Doesn't Remember Him, Maybe He Has To Go Back To Valinor To Even Meet Her, IDK Lots Of Options

The thing about Galadriel's rejection is that it all goes back to the death of her brother.

Either by his own power, or by the power of a Vala who wants to teach him a lesson, Sauron finds himself transported back to shortly before everything fell apart, and realises that, as Halbrand, he has an opportunity to fix everything...by breaking Finrod Felagund out of his own dungeon.

But he's surrounded by dangers, not least of which is his own former self, and time travel is tricky. Saving Felagund's life may have unexpected consequences - without her quest for vengeance, would he ever have met Galadriel at all?

Angbang

T+ || Angsty || Outsider Perspective, Ainur Family Drama, Melkor Is A Mess But He's Mairon's Mess, Even Evil Has Loved Ones, The Valar Concept Of Love & Melkor's Concept Of Love As Very Different Things

Angband is a smoking ruin. The Enemy is a captive of the Valar. The war, it would seem, is over.

But the Ainur are uneasy. Not all of Morgoth's forces have been subdued. The Enemy's favourite servant has slipped the net, and getting information out of Melkor is like pulling teeth. Under questioning - and even the threat of the Void - in Valinor, he still refuses to tell them where his devoted lieutenant Sauron has gone into hiding.

Aulë, waiting for news of his wayward Maia, tries to make sense of how even the most corrupted of them all can be beholden to forces like love and loyalty, and how it can be that none of them ever saw this coming.

T+ || Fluff & Comedy || Epistolary Fic, Long-Distance Relationship, Leading Armies Means Being Apart A Lot, First Age, Love Letters, Complaint Letters As Well Lbh They Probably Bitch To Each Other A Lot About Everyone Else

Melkor's rise and fall, as told by the orders Melkor sends to Mairon, the reports Mairon sends back, and the informal postscripts attached to both.

M+ || PWP || Creative Use Of The Mind Palace, Telepathy, I Could Not Find A Mention On The Wiki Of Where Sauron Was During This Siege, So Let's Assume He Wasn't Like. Also Stuck In Angband

During the 400 year Siege of Angband, Melkor uses ósanwë to leave the surrounded fortress and spend some quality time with Mairon.

T+ || Angsty || Sanity Slippage, Hallucinations, Melkor Trying To Envision His Happily Ever After Even Though He Doesn't Know What Happily Ever After Looks Like

Sentenced to eternity in the Void, and slowly losing his mind to the isolation and sensory deprivation, Melkor comforts himself with visions of his little fire spirit.

Silvergifting

G+ || Fluffy || Celebrimbor Has A Crush, But He's Very Sweet About It, Possible Angst, Celebrimbor Probably Needs Closure Too, Halbrand Should Not Be Forging But He Can Still Hang Out

Celebrimbor likes to work late. Flattered by the admiration of a handsome young king, and delighted to have a fellow passionate smith to bounce ideas off, he takes to letting Halbrand join him in his workshop in the evenings while the latter is healing. One night, while swapping theories about the mithril and definitely not watching the candlelight catch on Halbrand's hair, he finds himself making a gift of his own. After all, a king should have a crown, and what better crown than one made by 'the Celebrimbor'?

(Possible angsty bonus scene: many thousands of years later, Galadriel seeks closure and a final goodbye in Mordor after Sauron's downfall. In the ruins of Barad-Dur she finds the crown that Celebrimbor made for a king who never existed, kept in Sauron's quarters as though treasured. Maybe she rescues it to take back to Valinor)

Poly/Multiple Ships

M+ || Saurondriel/Angbang || Past Abuse, Telepathy, The Mortifying Ordeal Of Learning To Make Better Romantic Choices, Sauron Loves & Fears Melkor Equally, Letting Go, Saurondriel Is Not Healthy But In This Case It Is HealthIER, So Like. That's Something

Sauron and Morgoth were still telepathically connected when Morgoth was thrown into the Void. A fragment of his consciousness remains in Sauron's mind, manifesting as a hallucination that only he can see and hear. At first, he is Melkor, the doting lover Sauron chooses to remember, amusing and affectionate and comforting and so, so missed. But, as rage and fear take over and the Void begins to drive Melkor mad, he increasingly behaves like Morgoth, the side of himself Sauron would rather forget - the cruel master whose wrath he fled after his defeat at Tol-in-Gaurhoth. With 'his' Melkor appearing less and less, Sauron becomes more and more burned out under the slew of criticism and mockery, and his confidence in his own ability to lead takes an additional battering when his subordinate turns on him at Forodwaith. When he happens to cross paths with Galadriel, he realises almost immediately that the light in her silences Morgoth's voice in his mind. As they grow closer, her unwavering belief in him - or, at least, in "Halbrand" - makes him want to do good, to please her and prove he's worthy of her support. But Morgoth is not the only voice silenced by proximity to Galadriel, and letting Melkor go is an agony he's not sure he can survive.

T+ || Angbang, Saurondriel, Galadriel/Celeborn || Having The Same Conversation While Thinking About Entirely Different People, She's Thinking About Celeborn, He's Thinking About Melkor, Halbrand's Species Has A Mayfly Lifespan & A Casual Approach To Intimacy So She Is Not Expecting Him To Understand At All, But He Really Really Does

When their flirty banter turns to their respective races' romantic customs, Galadriel finds herself opening up to Halbrand about elven marriage, about her long-lost husband, and about her feelings of guilt over her attraction to him.

Halbrand empathises. More than she ever thought he could.

[elennalore]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Thanks for the ask! ❤️

Only now I got time to think of my answer. It's difficult to choose only five, but I'll reply with five of my finished fics that are close to my heart - mostly because of the fandom interaction involved.

Walk Through the Darkest Valley - Celebrimbor/Mairon, M

I wanted to try to write Silvergifting because I didn't know what to think of the pairing but it intrigued me, and by the time I finished writing this I had become a Silvergifting shipper.

Dance Macabre - Celebrimbor & Sauron, M

My first TRSB claim was a wonderful art by sakasakiii where Sauron dances with Celebrimbor's corpse. Of course I needed to write a story for it, when it was still available after the first claims - and so I joined the TRSB for the first time as a pinch-hitter.

No Grievance Between Us - Fingolfin/Maedhros, E

My fandom friend @chrissystriped writes awesome fics about this rare pairing, and I wanted to try what to make of them as well. I like the end result a lot.

Your Gravity Is Pulling me Closer - Melkor/Mairon, E

I just like this fic a lot. I haven't written a lot of Angbang, but writing this fic was surprisingly easy and I had lots of fun writing it. It was written for MySlashyValentine exchange.

Monster - Celebrimbor/Sauron, E

This fic was inspired by another fic by undercat (linked in the fic) where Sauron shapeshifts into a monster. It was one of those fics that were very entertaining to write, and I'm happy that I could make "the Sauron reveal" both smutty and canon-compliant.

[tathrin]

I know I always say that all comments on AO3 are good comments, but...y'all I just got one and I do not know how to respond.

Like, okay? Thanks I'm glad (sincerely) that you liked the world building (especially since this story is like 80% world building anyway shhh) but I'm not really sure how to reply to the rest?

Sorry that the villain who's spent years manipulating and lying to our oblivious smith-lord wasn't wholly and utterly devoted to him the whole way through this story...? Sorry that Sauron the Deceiver got distracted and thought about his ex while he was telepathically forcing his new lover to choke and bloody him the way Morgoth used to...?

I mean, this is a ship that canonically ends with one of them torturing the other one to death, after revealing that he'd betrayed and deceived him from the start, so maybe it's not going to be very "relationship goals" along the way, idk?

I'm just so confused. This story is 25k+ of Sauron manipulating, torturing (consensually), and then fucking the hell out of Celebrimbor; I'm not going to remove the silvergifting ship-tag from it just because maybe 200 words of that are spent referencing Morgoth. All three ships involved were tagged so you had to expect that angbang was going to get mentioned at least a little, so I'm not really sure what you want from me here...

(What I want is context. If you're going to leave a complaint like this, at least explain to me why and how and what you wanted or expected instead, okay? Don't just leave me hanging like this.)

Anyway...yeah. Maybe not comments like this, then?

Am I wrong?

[demonscantgothere]

(You and I) Drink the Poison from the Same Vine. Morgoth | Melkor/Sauron | Mairon. Explicit. 6.9k | 3.6k chapter [2/4]

From Almaren, to Utumno, to Angband, to Tol-in-Gaurhoth — all of his life, Mairon has been running.

“I’ve always been that,” Mairon shot back. “Do not mistake simple ignorance for innocence—” “Yes, you have,” came the softer agreement, “but now you are mighty. I would have hardly called you ignorant in those days—” “—Yes, you would have,” Mairon snapped, grasping Melkor’s chin in a way that mimicked the hold the Vala had on him during their first kiss, digging his nail into the flesh of his lover’s cheek. “You were forceful.” “Yes, I was,” Melkor agreed in a mere whisper, his usually bright eyes quite dark this time, absorbing in all of the shadows instead of the light. “I had to test your mettle,” the Vala then murmured. “See what the Admirable was truly made out of . . . ”

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[cilil]

The "Elder King"'s New Coiffure

AN: In honor of recent posts about blonde Melkor, I wrote this silly little ficlet featuring the dark lord getting himself a new head of hair, evil Barbie girl style. @melestasflight and @numenhore, I believe this one's for you :D

ྀི Characters: Melkor x Mairon ྀི Synopsis: Melkor visits Mairon in his forge on Almaren to show off the latest changes to his fána ྀི Warnings: /

"Mairon, look!"

The Maia in question scowled to himself. He couldn't tell if he was more annoyed by Melkor's lilting sing-song tone, the swaying swagger or the interruption itself.

"What is it," he snapped. "Can't you see I have work to do?"

It was a redundant question, and Mairon knew it even before he had asked. Of course Melkor was aware and could see that he was busy in his forge; he simply chose not to care.

"You will have to turn around and look," the Vala sang from behind him. 

Mairon briefly contemplated throwing his hammer over his shoulder to show him exactly what he thought of his behaviour, then took a deep breath, put it down and turned as he had been asked. 

Somehow, Melkor looked completely different than he had last time they met, and Mairon quickly realised what it was thanks to the Vala's vigorous movements to throw around his long mane of hair — hair that used to be as black as the Void, hair that was now blonde. And of course choosing a simple shade of blonde had not sufficed, no, this one was positively radiant, almost giving off light of its own. 

Fairest of them all. Mairon squinted at the luscious, luminous strands. He was pretty sure that there were small diamonds in it somewhere — Melkor could never resist the opportunity — or it had been bathed in the starlit wells of Varda who would be horrified by the mere prospect. 

It amused Mairon more than it should have. 

"They all go on and on about me being the Dark Vala and a dark lord, but they all forget that I am, if I so choose, an exceedingly bright lord as well," Melkor proclaimed and carded his long fingers through his hair. "Beautiful, is it not?" 

"I don't think your hair colour was the issue," Mairon said dryly. 

Nevertheless, he did him the favour of looking at it thoroughly, just as Melkor had done with his fána on several occasions. He twirled a strand around his index finger, examined its texture, tested its smoothness, pulled on it a little to see how strong it was. Indeed, as with everything the Vala grew on himself it was magnificent, strong and nigh impervious to damage, as if to haughtily thwart any efforts to take away from his beauty. 

Melkor wasn't fully content with his reaction yet. "Don't I look wonderful?" he made another attempt to prompt the Maia to compliment him. 

"You look different." Mairon had to hide an impish little grin; he enjoyed making him struggle a bit. 

"But you are looking," Melkor said triumphantly. 

Mairon merely snorted. 

"And you haven't kicked me out of the forge." 

"Not yet, no. Are you asking for it, my lord? I can do so promptly." 

"Nay; I shan't leave unless you accompany me on a walk." 

The Vala's grin was met with a strict glare from Mairon. "Are you unable to display your new coiffure on your own?" 

Swiftly and elegantly, Melkor pulled his hair out of his hand, seized his wrist and spun him around to pull him right into his arms, his right snaking around his shoulder. 

"What better way to be admired than to have the Admirable One come with me?" he crooned. 

"I suppose that logic is acceptable enough," Mairon returned graciously, and Vala and Maia left the forge arm in arm. 

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[transsexualhamlet]

i am really sort of obsessed with the implications of how changed the dynamic between melkor and mairon becomes after melkor returns to angband after the destruction of the trees. because well. while mairon has had three thousand years to get Complex Feelings about his situation keeping the fortress and all. meanwhile melkor has been going slowly insane in solitary confinement and then as soon as he gets out immediately fucks himself entirely over fucking forever. so after 3000 years of nothing suddenly this pathetic idiot comes screaming to his long lost lieutenant running from Big Spider because he got his stupid hands burned off with stupid jewels and now he can't fucking shapeshift anymore.

Melkor has returned to him but Melkor is fucking Broken and he's been waiting for so long for things to go back to how they used to be but they're never going to be like that again and now he's the stronger one, now he's the protector, and he keeps failing. He makes a crown for Melkor, the crown makes everything 200000x worse. Now he's the sane one desperately trying to keep Melkor from losing and losing ground. Mairon keeps following and Melkor doesn't know where he's Fucking Going.

[snakesofindia-sursesaji]

the various forms of sauron

for those who read my fic sirivennela, i have finally decided to post this series of how sauron keeps changing his form throughout the series (even though i never finished the series, but do not fear, i will not leave without completing it.)

terms to remember- a fanar refers to a corporeal body used by a maia or vala.

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also, srry for not frequently updating sirivennela, i will try to update sooner, same for song drabbles and navarasa drabbles as well.

and if you have any doubts regarding this post (except why sauron takes up a female fanar at some point, since answering them would be giving out spoilers) pls do ask them in the comments, i will try my level best to answer.

so, here goes, the list of sauron's innumerable forms:

the smith and liutenent consort of melkor- cody fern

timeline: valinor- glaurung's birth

name: mairon aulendil (later- bagulir) / sauron gorthaur

the mother of dragons (a female fanar)- kate winslet

timeline: destruction of lamps- post glaurung's birth

name: mairon bagulir/sauron gorthaur

the lord of tol-in-gaurhoth - jack lowden

timeline: post glaurung's birth- tol in gaurhoth incident

name: sauron gorthaur/mairon bagulir

the one who bore wyrms- meryem uzerli (a female fanar)

timeline: post glaurung's birth- tol in gaurhoth incident

names- mairon bagulir/sauron gorthaur

the abhorred

timeline: valinor- war of wrath

names: sauron gorthaur/ mairon bagulir

the cat (a form reserved for melkor's eyes only)

timeline: valinor- pre tol in gaurhoth

names: tevildo

the bat (a form reserved for melkor's eyes only)

timeline: utumno- pre tol in gaurhoth

the wolf

timeline: utumno- post tol in gaurhoth

names: thu

the vampire- elena anaya (note that this is a male fanar though athe actress is a female)

timeline: utumno-post taur in gaurhoth

the aggrieved - charlie vickers

timeline: post tol-in-gaurhoth - post war of wrath hiding (since he occupies a diffrent fanar after nearly dying)

name: mairon bagulir/sauron gorthaur

the mother of the worm of erebor(a female fanar)- freya mavor

timeline: post tol-in-gaurhoth - post war of wrath hiding (since he occupies a diffrent fanar after nearly dying)

name: mairon bagulir/sauron gorthaur

the seductor - keerthy suresh (a male fanar, though the actress is female)

timeline: post war of wrath- pre eregion (note, form used only to ensnare those who would later become the nazgul)

names: sauron gorthaur/ tar-mairon

the lord of gifts- david tennant

timeline: eregion-pre numenor

names: annatar

the whore of pharazon- sai pallavi (a male fanar, though the actress is female)

timeline: pre numenor- post numenor (note this is his physical form and not the form he takes when he enters another's mind)

names: Tar-mairon/zigur

the one who plagues the mind- nissankara mahanati savitri ganeshan (a male fanar though the actress is female)

timeline: pre numenor- post numenor(note that this is the form he takes when he is entering another's mind)

names: tar mairon/zigur

the lord of the rings- jarred blakiston

timeline: post numenor- war of last alliance

names: sauron gorthaur

the lord of barad dur

timeline: war of last alliance

names: sauron gorthaur

the necromancer

timeline: post war of last alliance- pre battle of five armies

names: the necromancer of dol guldur

the spirit

timeline: pre battle of five armies- post battle of five armies

names: sauron gorthaur

the eye

timeline: post botfa- post war of the ring

names: sauron gorthaur

the corpse- luke goss (note that this is his new corporeal form after the incident in dol guldur)

timeline: pre botfa- void

names: sauron gorthaur/ mairon bagulir

[mirkwood]

obsessed w the idea of sentient things in the silm so melkor's throne being sentient and not wanting to let him go is kinda interesting to think about