𝕸𝖊𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖘

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[Currently unfinished, 2/? Chapters]

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence/rape

Summary:

Maedhros is removed from the wall of Thangorodrim for the colder months and taken to the fortress, where the Lieutenant awaits for his share of entertainment.

Meanwhile, House Fëanor tries anything to save its firstborn.

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I'm going to put part of chapter three of Danses Macabres (which will be coming out istg) sorry for not posting but I'm not in the headspace atm

When the maia was done, he tossed the jar on the bedside table. It hit the wood, hard. Maedhros flinched. Sauron scratched his head for a moment, and rose limply with a sharp crack of his neck. Then, he snatched the earrings away from himself, let them fall from his fingers to the corner of the small table. Then his neckpiece. Then his outer garment, then his breeches, which he carelessly tossed to the floor, all the while rubbing his face whenever his hands were free enough. Finally he stood quietly. And naked. He looked down upon Maedhros. He gleamed like a sculpture.

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So ok bear with me...

With the last one (were I able to animate) I'd do an angband animation. And this is just a fraction of the repertoire of music I'm into

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Last song: Ignore the Machine by Alien Sex Fiend

Favourite colours: Black and burgundy mainly, and also a newfound love for purple

Watching: After 10 years of procrastination Stranger Things, currently finishing s2

Currently reading: Catch 22, for the second time

Current obsession: obv Tolkien, but also my own original stories

Currently working on: Danses Macabres chapter 3, Akallabeth one shot

Last search engine search: Non lethal tortures

Just my thought.

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I have a piece of Dances Macabres to share yeah

"Enter, worm." Sauron mindlessly lounged on the short divan, pipe in hand. The door creaked opened, slowly, and by the threshold stood a tall figure, all dressed in black and grimy ugliness. A vacuous gaze grazed the room, almost hidden beneath a thick veil of black hair, reaching almost to his knees. Sickly skinniness had eaten his face, but his power towered like a cyclone. An iron crown, three jewels upon it. There they were. Maedhros shivered. He couldn't bare to look at him. Like a curtain of black smoke, he murdered any light in the room. A sight that could scar minds, and eviscerate souls. Sauron gulped harshly. "Forgive me, master..." He feebly whispered. "I thought it was that ghoulish mongrel who barely passes through our doors," he added, regaining levity. Morgoth did not answer. He entered the room and locked the door behind him. Like a specter, he strolled to them, with each step weighing terribly on the floor. He seemed to be turning taller and taller each second. He extended a skeletal hand to Sauron, combing back his hair. The maia responded by looking for the touch, like a cat, almost. Those hands seemed quite rough, though, as they were black as charcoal, burnt to the deepest fiber of bone. "Him..." Morgoth spoke with a slow voice, somehow both deep and rounded, and strident. Like a curtain his hair parted to leave space for his visage when he turned to stare at Maedhros. Marred and gaunt, he looked like a corpse. "I have already told you I don't appreciate you parading around your toys." "Toys..." Sauron scoffed, "what a crude word!"

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Ar-Pharazôn/Sauron (Tolkien) Characters: Sauron (Tolkien), Ar-Pharazôn (Tolkien) Additional Tags: Religion, Religious Cults, Blood, Graphic Description of Corpses, Human Sacrifice, Mentioned Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor, Past Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor/Sauron Summary: