Feb 21, 2016
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Aulë stepped into the forge and glanced around the dark room. There was a recently extinguished candle on the table and a familiar imprint in the air. “Mairon?”
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@melkors-second liked this for a starter
Aulë stepped into the forge and glanced around the dark room. There was a recently extinguished candle on the table and a familiar imprint in the air. “Mairon?”
melkors-second:
Mairon blushed a deep red in embarrassment, covering himself hurriedly with his hands. He looked down in shame. "I am so sorry, my Lord! Curumo took my clothes!"
Aulë shook his head. “Mairon,” he said, attempting to sound scolding. Then he laughed.
"This is to help you relax."
❝W-what is that?❞ the elf asked, turning his face away as his eyebrows furrowed.
❝What are you doing?❞
“Get in the car or I’ll shoot.” //gang!AU, anyone?
Thranduil backed away a couple steps, a split second of fear and surprise on his face. "What the fuck do you want with me?"
"A few holes in the head give the madness more space."
melkors-second
“Are you talking about yourself? Because my madness has enough space like this.”
-hums and ties him up-
-struggles again bonds- W-what are you doing?
“I feel kinda… dizzy…” //more modern? mairon can't stay out of trouble
Thranduil stepped back, confusion on his features. “What in the hell happened to you?”
"What do we have here?”
Thranduil cast a wary glance up at him, jaw clenched. “Nothing for you, it seems.”