Mairon

𝘈𝘶 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯. 21+. "I don't need a army to conquer the dark."

[abhorredone]

"You'll never understand what pain feels like till you buried your own child. I had to do that twice."

[abhorredone]

*Cuddles into his chest *

@may-immortal

Gently holds cheryl and gives him kisses on his pink hair and face. Enjoying the physical connection with him.

[may-immortal]

Cheryl calmed down a bit once the feeling of being held came. His pink wings were ruffled by his anxiety still.

[abhorredone]

"Cheryl, tell me what has your feathers all puffed up like this. Has there been a situation or a problem with something or someone?"

[may-immortal]

The love god stayed quiet before tearing up with sorrow, voice breaking a bit as he spoke,"A person told me that you would have hated our baby girl if she grow up here. That it was for the best." Cheryl confessed through soft sobs.

[abhorredone]

Of all the horrible things that could be said to a person it had to be about their own child. The grip on Cheryls hair strengthened a bit before Mairon calmed himself enough to think about how to habdle the disrespect. Glancing at his love's expression he knew that now was the time for comfort and healing."They will have a punishment worse than death but for now, let's grieve together."

[abhorredone]

[abhorredone]

Mairon huffed at the statement as he helped to change the shape of the poker into sharp point with a trembling hand, his temper rising with every breath. For months he endured the rumors as others passed by him after the humiliating defeat by huan, the cruelty of being incapable of fighting back.

Yet the moment a new general had the nerve to try to talk others into gaining up on Mairon when he was working in the forge, made his composure slip away. Now he was ready to strike punishment for that man's arrogance." I don't have any secrets my lord, I simply have a pesky individual who has been a bit too arrogant recently. Daring to gain up on me and intimidating me." The maia stopped as the baby dragon started nibbling on his hair absently.

[nuin-giliath]

Melkor quickly realized that whatever was happening with his little precious was not some giddy thrill or Mairon attempting to some light torture. It was something more serious than that. He leaned back, letting some space between them and cupped his hands behind his back, waiting patiently for him to speak. Melkor could still see the marks on his neck from that damn mut and intuitively guessed that it could have something to do with that.

Hearing that some nobody had the audacity to intimidate Mairon, Melkor's eyes darkened and his jaw tightened. His impulsive nature told him to storm out and handle it but... This was not his fight to win. He reached a hand and cupped his chin, thumb running down Mairon's jaw, "I see that this matters to you, and you know well my thoughts on what happened in the past. I will not stop you, but I will be there for you if you need me. Come, show me what my little flame needs to do to let this nightmare in the past where it belongs." Melkor's palm flattened against Mairon's side of the neck for a fleeting moment as if wishing he could take it all away. Take the pain and scars upon himself.

[abhorredone]

Mairon instinctively hold his neck with his hands, a unconscious expression of insecurity of himself and the perceived weakness in his eyes. He stayed quiet while trying to find the right answer to his Masters comment. Past is now a part of the history that one know.He turned to looking up at Melkor, for a moment his slit eyes full of hatred changed to pure sadness as his expression turned more somber then angry.

He didn't want to get his anger directed towards the one who showed him the truth about himself, the one who helped him become the lord that stood before Melkor." I am just upset that because of a simple act has caused a negative impact on my title and standing in this Realm. Perhaps there is a better way to remind people of what happened if they cross me." Mairon smiled as his sharp teeth appeared.

[nuin-giliath]

Melkor watched his lieutenant's eyes shift, hatred turned sorrow and the into something sharper and his lips curled slightly, a small smirk of pride. He released him and stepped back, looking at him pensively. "Mm... There are always better ways," he purred, then spoke aloud and meant it. "Your standing was never a simple thing and no mut or insolent fool would ever unmake what you are. But... I understand the pain. Reputation is an armour in itself."

He began to pace while thinking, his pale eyes against black sclera were lost in thought. "You could simply kill him but in a week another fool will test your limits. Or.... You make of this a lesson so that no one else in Angband will ever mistake your silence for weakness ever again. Something... Something that will make them flinch each time your quiet footfals pace these paths." A smile spread wide on Melkor's face and stopped in front of Mairon and studied the pointed poker in the other's trembling hand. "You already know which one you want. I can see it in your eyes, your hand. So... Tell me, little flame," Melkor's voice dropped and clasped a hand over Mairon's around the poker. "What are we still doing here?" and smirked, not needing an answer. He released him and waited for Mairon to lead the way.

[abhorredone]

The redhead smiled as he turned and marched out of the office with a more relaxed look on his face as his walk was more confident than ever. People could spread hate about Melkor all they wanted and yet he was one of the few that would make you feel ten times more confident about your choices if he was not your enemy. As the maia began to make his way through the corridor of the fortress; Mairon came up with his own plan to give punishment to Azriel. A meeting in the throne room was to be held with little to no chance for any of the generals to make excuses to be absent.

Mairon opened his mind to Melkor as they made their way to the throne room, a marvelous place of metals and onyx walls, detailed with emeralds and iron in the edges. "My Lord let us have a audience for this lovely reminder. Surely the ranks have become more bolder then previously and I simply can't wait to hear what they are thinking or demanding." Mairon telepathically said as he finally opened the large iron doors that revealed the throne room.

[abhorredone]

*Cuddles into his chest *

@may-immortal

Gently holds cheryl and gives him kisses on his pink hair and face. Enjoying the physical connection with him.

[may-immortal]

Cheryl calmed down a bit once the feeling of being held came. His pink wings were ruffled by his anxiety still.

[abhorredone]

"Cheryl, tell me what has your feathers all puffed up like this. Has there been a situation or a problem with something or someone?"

[abhorredone]

*Cuddles into his chest *

@may-immortal

Gently holds cheryl and gives him kisses on his pink hair and face. Enjoying the physical connection with him.

[lookashiny]

(via Pin on - 01 ˖ ˚ ◞ ┊ ” aesthetics . “)

[abhorredone]

Mordor jewelry from Mairon.

[abhorredone]

I fell in love with you the way ink spills; suddenly, all at once, and mith permanent consequence.

[abhorredone]

Mairon huffed at the statement as he helped to change the shape of the poker into sharp point with a trembling hand, his temper rising with every breath. For months he endured the rumors as others passed by him after the humiliating defeat by huan, the cruelty of being incapable of fighting back.

Yet the moment a new general had the nerve to try to talk others into gaining up on Mairon when he was working in the forge, made his composure slip away. Now he was ready to strike punishment for that man's arrogance." I don't have any secrets my lord, I simply have a pesky individual who has been a bit too arrogant recently. Daring to gain up on me and intimidating me." The maia stopped as the baby dragon started nibbling on his hair absently.

[nuin-giliath]

Melkor quickly realized that whatever was happening with his little precious was not some giddy thrill or Mairon attempting to some light torture. It was something more serious than that. He leaned back, letting some space between them and cupped his hands behind his back, waiting patiently for him to speak. Melkor could still see the marks on his neck from that damn mut and intuitively guessed that it could have something to do with that.

Hearing that some nobody had the audacity to intimidate Mairon, Melkor's eyes darkened and his jaw tightened. His impulsive nature told him to storm out and handle it but... This was not his fight to win. He reached a hand and cupped his chin, thumb running down Mairon's jaw, "I see that this matters to you, and you know well my thoughts on what happened in the past. I will not stop you, but I will be there for you if you need me. Come, show me what my little flame needs to do to let this nightmare in the past where it belongs." Melkor's palm flattened against Mairon's side of the neck for a fleeting moment as if wishing he could take it all away. Take the pain and scars upon himself.

[abhorredone]

Mairon instinctively hold his neck with his hands, a unconscious expression of insecurity of himself and the perceived weakness in his eyes. He stayed quiet while trying to find the right answer to his Masters comment. Past is now a part of the history that one know.He turned to looking up at Melkor, for a moment his slit eyes full of hatred changed to pure sadness as his expression turned more somber then angry.

He didn't want to get his anger directed towards the one who showed him the truth about himself, the one who helped him become the lord that stood before Melkor." I am just upset that because of a simple act has caused a negative impact on my title and standing in this Realm. Perhaps there is a better way to remind people of what happened if they cross me." Mairon smiled as his sharp teeth appeared.

[unusual-suspects]

x

[nuin-giliath]

Mairon walked into the office where his lord was before taking a large iron rod from the hearth. He smiled before glancing at Melkor.

"Don't mind me my Lord, I'm just going to be hunting for someone."

@abhorredone

Melkor hissed trying to pull out the tiny dragon from his hair when Mairon walked in, determined and clearly with a goal in mind. Everything was so boring these days that he couldn't help but cock an eyebrow, the dragon forgotten and crawled back into Mel's hair, sitting on his shoulder and grabbed a few strands of Mel's hair with his tiny hands.

"Mmm.... You say that word too lightly. Tell me, little flame, who has captured your attention so intensely that you even keep this one a secret from your Master?..." Melkor's voice was a slick purr as he walked behind Mairon, his hands behind his back. "I do not mind you at all. I've always found your enthusiasm... Entertaining." Melkor's murmur was low, his velvety voice a dragon's rumble over Mairon's shoulder.

@abhorredone

[abhorredone]

Mairon huffed at the statement as he helped to change the shape of the poker into sharp point with a trembling hand, his temper rising with every breath. For months he endured the rumors as others passed by him after the humiliating defeat by huan, the cruelty of being incapable of fighting back.

Yet the moment a new general had the nerve to try to talk others into gaining up on Mairon when he was working in the forge, made his composure slip away. Now he was ready to strike punishment for that man's arrogance." I don't have any secrets my lord, I simply have a pesky individual who has been a bit too arrogant recently. Daring to gain up on me and intimidating me." The maia stopped as the baby dragon started nibbling on his hair absently.

[abhorredone]

//Just restructuring my blog now! Dam it. I'm sorry to be deleting asks and replies. If it helps you can just delete our threads.

[abhorredone]

✨𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕟✨ Hello you can call me nat. I am a 27 year old American who is a bit gothic and autistic. My native language is sass and my second language is English.

I am a INTJ and a ISTJ but I act alot like a ESTJ unfortunately which is paradoxical. I don't wish to have too much writing smut on here. Its a dark themed blog and a bit sinister but not overly explicit. I suck at this and just like to post stuff that makes me feel better after a long day of being at work or dealing with idiotic issues.

[abhorredone]

✨ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟✨ • if you want to write with me you can just make an introduction in the Dm or send a meme via ask.

- Go check about the mun please.

- My ask box is always open for memes etc.

-Ocs, aus, crossovers, and canon divergence is accepted.

- No god modding please.{ Only exception is your mun is a god.}

- I’m okay with swearing, gore, semi smut,nsfw ✍️.

[abhorredone]

✨𝕄𝕦𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟✨ Name: Lord Mairon

Nicknames: Little flame, wolf king, darkone, abomination, & ginger.

Gender:Male presenting.

Sexuality: Pansexual/ Biromantic.

Species: Maia

POB:Timeless Halls.

Residence:Valinor-Utumno-Angband-Mirkwood-Idomasto.

Current residence: Valley of Idomasto, Middle Earth.

Age:10,890 years old.

DOB:August 9.

Physical Appearance

Height: 9ft-6ft4-6ft2.

Weight: 200Ibs.

Eye Color: blue/red cat like/ red.

Hair Color: unknown.-depending on how he is feeling.

Scars:Large puncture marks on his throat, lash scars across his back, shoulders, and a few on the backs of his arms and legs. Scar on my upper left thigh.

Personality & Traits

General Overview: evil overlord.

Strengths & Weaknesses:TBA

Ambitions:None.

Hobbies & Interests: It's complicated!

Life History and Relationships

Family: Aulë and Yavanna(parent figure), many siblings, my children.

Friends: unknown.

-- The (number ) is the universe that the character come from. The children will have the universe number as well that aligns with their parent.---

Loves :Melkor(1), Cheryl(4), Eru(5),Thranduil(8)Valinfinwë(9).

Spouses: Eru and Cheryl.

Children: Piawen & Nessa(1),Oromis, Elrand, Rhysand, Liriel, Smuag, and iriswë(5), and Melindion(8).

Enemies: Many.