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Gold Cages Lost Flame & Flowers: Part XI

Warnings: rape/non con, slavery, sex slavery, sacrifices, violence, torture, abuse, victim blaming and in universe racism including antisemitism, eugenics.

Ships: mairon/celeborn/galadriel, isildur x oc, elendil/miriel/gil-galad, celebrian/elrond, sauron/galadriel/elrond/celeborn/celebrimbor/finrod (noncon/one sided), adar/cirdan, arondir/brownyn and background finrod/luthien/beren.

Summary: In this universe Mairon, Maia of Aule is not seduced by Morgoth but Morgoth is still very much in love with him. So in love that he is taken by him but there is still a Sauron, once named Curumo by the elves. Thousands of years later in Rhûn a silver haired elf and his infant daughter find Mairon and in their slavery, a new family is found amongst horror and loss

Elsewhere, Curumo finds a new form in the wreckage of the War of Wrath and finds himself in love with more than one. He will stop at nothing to keep them safe. No matter what.

Note: this is particularly for @kenobiwaned whose amazing work and being such a cool friend who lives in my phone is really the reason that this exists at all. But also to @themalhambird @plotdesigner @seagull-energy and @nocompromise-noregrets for being amazing friends and collaborators.

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"You should have my stupid dresses Shutha. I can't even wear them properly and you can."

Freyja had considered this over breakfast (Mama always said she shouldn't talk with her mouth full so Freyja talks inside her head mostly which doesn't count) and she knew this was the best way. Shutha was a princess so she should have princess dresses and then Freyja could wear what she liked and Shutha could wear what she wanted.

"I don't think I can. Lord Curumo wouldn't like it and then the grown ups would be sad."

"He's stupid though!"

"Freyja you can't say that. You know you can't say that."

"I suppose. But he is stupid Shutha - he thinks you aren't real and he pats my hair and I have to wear stupid dresses all the time."

Shutha looked at her friend sadly. Freyja was her best friend but Freyja could say things scary things like that sometimes - everyone knew you don't talk about the Lords like that, but then Freyja didn't really because Freyja didn't know all the childrens stories about how you had to be quiet. Maybe it's because Freyja didn't have older sisters.

Shutha puts that thought away for another time and takes Freyja's hand - she wants to play Spiders and Goblins today and Freyja is the best at it because most of the time Freyja doesn't even wear her dresses anyway - she likes to wear breeches and tunics all the time.

"What about we play Spiders and Goblins later but now we read more about the Golden Elf?"

Shutha likes the stories about Lady Idril best but she likes the Golden Elf as well! He fought a whole Balrog and saved his people and Shutha thinks Freyja could fight two Balrogs. Freyja says Shutha could help people like Lady Idril did though and Shutha likes that idea.

(Her new Uncle Celebrimbor was even there in the Golden Elf and Lady Idrils city and he tells the best stories about them - some of them are for when she and Freyja are older he says but a lot of them aren't and she thinks the Golden City must have been the best place in the whole of the world).

They look over the stories together while the grown ups are doing grown up things all the time - though it was funny that the adults kept laughing about gardening the last time. Shutha isn't sure what's funny about flowers but maybe that is something you learn when you get really old like Agralash is.

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Mairon thinks that his love for Celeborn is a constant in the backgroud of his being - some days it aches horribly but it is always there in the way that Mairon breathes now. His love for Galadriel is a sudden onset, a flare of light that takes him apart in its fierceness. You are so beautiful, he thinks looking at her - shining hair and sword in hand and he loves them both.

It is not…once Mairon had loved the game of seduction, of the joy of finding out what a lover might want and giving it to them, of creating beauty and pleasure. He had delighted in it, in the being he had once been. Did you bed him, my brothers herald, Morgoth had whispered in his ear, smoke and the weight of mountains - did you love him, my jewel? I do not think you did, did you - I will pluck every feather from his wings before the end and Mairon had not whimpered (you learn to not whimper, to not flinch for it made it worse) and had said no, not him. Not in the way that you mean Lord. And it is true - it was not as Morgoth meant it.

So he keeps matters quiet between them. He had had practice in Rhun - for he had not wanted to speak of his own desires, not when they were in such a place. Not when Celeborn had had far too many unwanted and unwished for suitors but sometimes, sometimes when they had laid in their cot together he had felt the ache in himself, looking at the elf who he had come to love. It is better, he thinks that I do not speak of it, Celeborn has lost so much choice and he has lost his wife. I will not push myself upon him.

you know, there were times when I thought the same - that I should not burden you with my desires. Celeborn traces patterns across his chest, smiles somewhat sadly as Galadriel snorts. But I can assure you, I wanted you Mairon. I wanted you so much sometimes I was ashamed of myself - I felt like the Masters, imposing my desires on you. You could never, Mairon says. Never. Either of you.

I have never known myself to be unable to give voice to my wishes, Galadriel says, lips against his ear and it is beautiful to be between them, cradled safe safe he has never known this before. But you rendered me entirely speechless.

He is very good at that, Celeborn says and then there is no more talking for a while.

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"What, exactly do you think they could be 'getting up to' - because I can assure you that Elrond can hardly move at all without falling into unconsciousness - tell me how that might equal 'they are clearly fucking' to you?"

Sedril snorts at the way the elf's face reddens at the profanity rather than anything else.

"It is the implications rather than the reality Healer - surely you must understand that. With the fact that none of them will be separated from each other and whatever it is that they have….surely you must understand why there is concern?"

"No, no I do not understand why my severely and deeply traumatised patients holding on to each other for comfort is concerning and Estë give me patience to understand why anyone would be for I cannot. Now if you do not have any actual need for healing? Get out of my halls."

The slammed door behind him is music to Sedrils ears. She's already had far too many conversations (and one near violent confrontation) about 'what to do about this 'problem'' and one too many of them had begun with 'put them out of their miseries' which she will not have here. There have been too many disasters across the ages, of doing Morgoths work for him and she refuses to do so. Not when there is another way. One day Sedril will sail for Aman and if Elu Thingol has come out of Mandos she will strangle him herself when she first sees him.

(There is a part of her that wants to be fair but truth be told it is not a very large part of her - Elrond thankfully has not inherited that from his forefather but then, Elrond is far too sensible to ever indulge in such things).

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The knowledge that his beloved little bird was her line had come later but Curumo has never seen any of that abomination in his nightingale - perhaps because Elrond is so clearly and entirely kind to him. He makes Curumo feel at peace and embraced and has from the first moment that they encountered each other in Eregion when Elrond had thought him a mortal named Hrodgar, only the long lost King of ash and dust and yet, Elrond had treated him with respect.

So he had not known that he was of her line and then, then he had only seen Melian in those gentle starlit eyes, olive skin and black curls. It was Melians steady wisdom (not withstanding that she had been ensnared by that cursed Thingol) that embraced Curumo and so he never thinks of her when looking upon his little bird.

And now, now the disgusting filth that is Numenor seek to take his nightingale, his lovely delicate solace away from him. Curumo will never allow it. There is something in the blood of much of this kingdom that is abhorrent - perhaps that is where her lineage tells, though not in Elendil and Miriel and their children - that is where he sees his little bird.

Come, he says gently as Elrond regains his strength. I will have you away from this isle as soon as I might but first, first my love I want them to see how much I love you, how they did not succeed in taking you from me. He dresses in Elrond in the darkest red velvet that he loves upon him - it drapes perfectly and the gold chains in his dark hair glitter and carries him to the assembly in the throne room where his other loves await him.

perfect Curumo thinks. It is perfect. He watches the scum around them who toast to their own destruction and the triumph is sweeter for his darlings, his sweet treasures in his hands and soon, soon he will have to send them away but he will return home to them and this island will be gone.

Instead he has returned to triumph that has turned to ash. His cursed, abhorrent kin have taken his darlings from him because they fear his powers, fear his supremacy over them and the vengenance he shall take. They think to cower him by this but he shall not be - instead he is resolved all the more. He will bring perfection to Middle Earth and he will make sure his jewels are safe again in his keeping.

But first to deal with the mortal filth that has allowed this to happen. His so called priest and his whore.

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Neidragh - Curumo says it, hand beneath his creations tunic. My love, if you go near that whore again I will flay his skin from his bones in front of your eyes. It burns Curumo to keep the whore alive for his master but he must. It does not mean he has to tolerate Mairon hooking his tendrils into that which belongs to Curumo. That which Curumo had crafted for his very own - Neidragh belonged entirely to him and had from the first moment he had seen him by that lake and desired to have the elf that had been for his. Neidragh was not that elf of course for Curumo had ripped that away and made something utterly exquisitely new from the remains but it had always been destined to be his.

It is why he had soon realised that Neidragh could not have betrayed him. Of course he could not - the orc scum were imperfect flawed experiments that had clearly played on Neidraghs soft heart and sentimentality and had enchanted him. Curumo had never believed it, not even when the crown had turned into a blade as Neidragh knelt before Curumo to bestow it upon him. The idea of betrayal had been a ridiculous one, one that Curumo blames on the unfortunate disruption to his plans that had ensued after the disaster of the War of Wrath and the time it had taken him to rebuild matters.

Now of course he will bed Neidragh as he desires. And now, now in the aftermath of his second loss he finds that someone else has touched that which belongs to him. He will give Neidragh a lesson in who it is he belongs to for it seems he might have thrown it away.

when Curumo had had him with his treasures there had been times Curumo had wondered how they might look together - it was a pretty picture that the Moriandor made with Curumos loves. Perhaps one day, Curumo had thought back then at least with my smith - they would make such a pretty picture together pleasing Curumo

But of course, of course the Shipwright had plucked Neidragh - Curumo hates it, the idea that his gift should find pleasure in another as it seems he has. A marriage! As though Neidragh was a being to bestow himself upon another rather than Curumos - it sickens him, especially as he suspects that Cirdan has been the one to impede many of Curumos plans and now, now he takes again.

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I will use you. But first, we must purify your whores blood. Zigur is an Avalôi and thus you cannot judge him to the sanity of other beings but Tôdaphêl thinks for all that Zigur has not lost any of his cunning nor his intellect he is not entirely sane now - particularly in his fury towards his fellow. She wonders, distantly if the Avalôi can be killed and decides that he cannot (and Zigur will not, that she knows well enough now - he had made promises to his own master and Zigur and Tôdaphêl both keep to their promises) and it would be of no use to her regardless.

The being is tied to the altar - the bonds are tight she thinks and the knife that Zigur holds is different. Crueller.

It turns out that this Avalôi at least will bleed red. For a moment it is as though the very skies and sea are weeping. Stilled. But no, Tôdaphêl knows very well that those powers cannot find this one and clearly they care as little for him as they have for any in Middle Earth or Arda for they have not come for him.

Still, better that she and her family shall be far from this isle at it's end. Far better to be trusted with transporting Zigurs precious ones and then to begin anew in Angmar - she will uphold her family legacy well and that is all that matters. They will survive, she and her house hold all and they will prosper.

(Tôdaphêl makes a note to ensure the stock of winter clothing and supplies for the servants is reinforced and that the heating system in her families new home is operative before they come to dwell there as the Avalôi finally whimpers).

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"Can you bring me tidings of any of them?"

Gil-galad does not say 'forgive me' because he thinks he is past that now but he is sorry for his tone - it sounds almost dispassionate to his own ears but oddly, Queen Miriel and her Sea Captain seems to understand what is underneath it and somehow that does not feel discomforting to Erenion at all.

"I can tell you they live, at least when I saw them onto the ship that Sauron had commanded convey them back to Middle Earth before he sent us away ourselves."

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"How many, my love - how many have been in your bed before?"

It depends, Celebrimbor wants to retort, on if you count the walls. Or does that moment in Gondolin in one of the private fountains make it a bed? Though we did make it to bed eventually. He bites it back and tries (tries) to look abashed.

"No one for a very long time. And I have never lost my heart to any other as I did to you."

This is a painful, aching truth. Celebrimbor had lost himself to Annatar in ways he had never expected, for all that they had never shared even a kiss. He had dreamed of it, before everything and now ironically there is nothing he wishes for less even as a part of his body still yearns for that touch.

"I cannot truly blame you my darling - after all your whore of a grandfather hardly gave you a good example in such matters and you were abandoned by so many of your so called family - of course others took advantage."

Sauron grips him by the hair then. "But if any of them still live I will flay the flesh from their bones and force their spirit into rotting flesh. You need not be ashamed though, my dearest of what was forced - I understand very well that you did not wish it."

of course his little bird, his own nightingale is untouched by any hand. Poor Tyelpe had been so confused before but those who had touched him had not truly tainted him - of that Curumo is sure (the bedding had been nothing but a pleasure, a new thing for his smith - Curumo knows that for sure, that the hands on his darlings skin were new and Tyelpe was pure) but Elrond, Elrond has never known what it is to be bedded by another and Curumo savours that he will be his darlings first and only

Curumo knew that Celebrian was his child and he knew it anew when Galadriel answered him as to her meeting with Curumos sweet silver prince. He and his Queen of Light had met in a flower glade - of course his sweet little queen of a daughter was meant for soft flowers and perfection.

Of course his darlings had made her there for their husband. Curumo twirls Galadriel in his arms in delight, her hair shining about him and scented with roses.

I am not angry at you my darling one, Curumo says to Finrod - how could I be when we have felt the same knife at our throats. I know you never wanted what they wished of you, my lovely.

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Curumo is a loyal servant and a useful one and Melkor is not unappreciative of his work and Melkor does not mistrust him. But he is tedious in his jealousies - but then Curumo could never be what his jewels are to him, Melkor thinks as he strokes dark hair and red brown (this form of Mairons is lovely enough) - but his jewels would never do what Curumo does. Unfortunate - they would make such exquisite right and left hands but in truth Melkor likes them better as they are - precious jewels in his arms.

When the end comes it is quick - he had never thought his useless soft hearted brother would do such things and he thinks for a moment of whether he could still find a way to flee them - at least they wil not get their hands upon Mairon, for all the incompetence in the loss of him - perhaps he should have given the umaia who had managed to lose Melkors little flame a quicker death after all, but perhaps not. Melkors grip tightens on his dark jewel flame - he does not want to let go of him, to give him up.

There is a bargain there, Melkor thinks as they come and his brothers herald leads them and it had to be him Melkor snarls to himself, mountains and smoke and his work falling around him and it was him who had touched his little flame so tenderly.

"You will never find him - I have made sure of that" he spits as they hew his feet from this form. At least there is that. That and he knows he has broken his dark jewel flame from that red haired bitch - she will never be able to touch him again.

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Note: @kenobiwaned wrote some gorgeous meta about Curumo!Sauron and his relationship with Adar and this happened. Because I absolutely agreed - Curumo!Sauron does not think that Adar is an independent person (look the bar is in the sub floors of hell and it's still abusive as fuck but Mairon!Sauron and Adar have a certain amount of…there was like, mutual affection (to be clear - still abuse)/trust. And then of course Morgoths feelings about Curumo!Sauron - for me I think Morgoth respects him and doesn't mistrust him (which for Morgoth is actually significant - he doesn't trust him because Morgoth does not do that particularly post imprisonment but he doesn't mistrust him) but he will never love him (like with Mairon!Sauron Morgoth genuinely loves him and even trusts him (except obviously also is brutally abusive AT THE SAME TIME and that increases as time goes on)) and that is what Curumo!Sauron really wants. Also I thought for five seconds about not deciding to incorporate the Feanor Got Grabbed Variant into this and then went '…it is my self indulgent AU and I am permitted to be self indulgent' so I did it.

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