Even in Angband, the dark hunter still loved to dress sparingly. Dress in a sheer black tunic and dark leather leggings, he also wore beautiful silver jewelry all over his body. He entered Mairon’s forge while he was working and seated himself across from him on an anvil, knowing well he looked alluring — he just left the throne room after bringing news of his recent successful assassination and was still basking in Lord Melkor’s praise.
“I see you’re busy as ever, Mairon,” He purred, looking over at his project. “What are you working on now..?”
{ @moonboytilion }
"Something to shut you up with."
Mairon tried to ignore him, annoyed by how well all of Tilion's tasks had been going recently, when his own projects seemed to have plateaued into medicoracy. And there was nothing he hated more than that. He could not stand the smug look on the hunter's face.
"No. I am attempting to put fëar into objects. These are to be the vessels."
