What on Eä was a high wheeler? Maitimo watched as Melkor brushed his long hair back with annoyance, then continued working – only to have his hair fall back again. Maitimo felt his eyebrows rise. He abandons the apples and gets back onto his feet, and searching his trouser pockets, he comes up with extra hair ties. He stands by Melkor and pulls the Vala’s long black hair, intent on braiding them away from his face.
Melkor freezes, stops working. Side-eyes him. “What are you doing?”
“Braiding your hair,” says Maitimo matter-of-factly. “Any more of it falling in your face and you will get annoyed with it. And anyway, you touch my hair unasked for many times, so I don’t see why you can’t be subjected to the same treatment.”
Red, Chapter XV
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