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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."

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⛓ for tills

Send ⛓ and I’ll fill in what my muse would do with yours.

#summary: he kind wants to just be mean to tils #not safe for doriath #ibrisaduz #answered

Tilion doesn’t know what brings Melkor visiting Laurelin and Telperion, so he pretends to still be napping and unaware in the lush grass under their mingled light. The silver maia is equal parts curious and apprehensive.

He had been by the trees for some time, one of the few places he was free to wander 'alone' though he was not so foolish to think there was any path he might tread in Aman that the eyes of his brethren to not follow him, narrowed in suspicion and waiting for the moment he misstep. All but sweet Manwe who trusted in his brother, it was his nature, the open heart and arms and belief beyond all else. His eyes continued to watch the branches move lightly in his brother's winds, they brushed against one another, a gracing like two fingertips, hands too shy to grasp together. He was aware of the maia not so far away but ignore it, stepping closer to touch one tree and gently murmur something that even Tilion could not decipher before doing the same to its twin.

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#ibrisaduz #going to tattle on him Tilly?

An unassuming box was snuck into one of Mairon’s forge shipments one night. In one box there is a highly compressed amount of tiny thin silver flakes that explode into a cloud of shiny glitter as soon as it is opened.

He was entirely unaware of the contents. Perhaps Melkor had sent him a gift, or Thuringwethil had finally delivered that package he was expecting.

He was not expecting it. Of course he wasn't. The glitter exploded in his face, covering his hair and robes... and desk, and the floor, and his tools and everything.

The tower trembled as he screamed.

"WHO DID THIS?"

#Anonymous #ibrisaduz #answered

"the worst of it all, it's that if you ask now, i will forgive you." { @moonboytilion soon after Mai’s betrayal perhaps }

It was dangerous to meet here. He had fled Valinor before his master's attack, unnoticed, but there was no turning back now. People knew who had had chosen. And Mairon did not regret it.

"What is there for you to forgive? It is not you who I have turned from. Just the Valar and their lies."

#Anonymous #ibrisaduz #answered

(dark verse Tilion?) The dark hunter waits for Mairon in the corner of his office, silent and patient. Greycloak magic sent him here, and it was with a message he was more than happy to deliver.