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*takes off tunic, trousers, undershirt, and underwear and sits curled up in a ball in the corner* There is nothing else to take off!
❝And to what do I owe this pleasure?❞ The Maia asked, looking down on the bare elf at his feet.
the-abhorred:
❝Atya!! Up!❞ The little Maia cried, he’d been left in Aulë’s care in the forges and wanted to curl up in his father’s arms.
Aulë smiled at his son, lifting him into his arms and cradling him to his chest. “Up!” he laughed.
❝Up! Up!❞ He cried as he was picked up. He laughed and cuddled against his father’s warm chest.
“Yes, of course,” Mairon replied, moving closer to their elven smith and twirling his dark hair, pulling on it every now and then just how Celebrimbor liked.
annatar-lordofgifts
Annatar sighed heavily. And every moment that you are here we risk exposure, he thought bitterly. “If that is as the lord wishes,” he said, smirking at Celebrimbor and pinching his bottom gently.
silvermirdan
The smith stuttered quietly as hands were placed on him, heat swelling in his stomach as his bright blue eyes flitted from person to person. A small noise left his parted lips as his hair was toyed with under firm hands, and the pinch to his backside caused him to lift his hips in a careful twist of muscle. ❝T-this is…most unexpected,❞ he breathed, as he changed his position slightly between the three intoxicating Maiar.
the-abhorred
❝Now look, you’re terrifying him.❞ Sauron chided to the others, removing his hands from the elf lord and sliding off the bed. ❝Give him a bit of room to breathe. We’ve overwhelmed him.❞ He tsked, offering his hands to help Celebrimbor up. ❝At least let us break our fasts before you begin to tease him more. ❞
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"Oh but you should hate me little one. You should loathe your servitude,"
Hate. Such a thing was rare for Meludir to feel. He had, on several occasions, been made the target of the Dark Vala’s hate. But Meludir felt no such thing towards the kindly Maia. Rather, he felt gratitude. And he most certainly did not loathe his servvitude. He treasured it. It was an honour to serve someone as great in might as Sauron. He was a kind Master, harsh when it was needed, but he was gentle and sweet. He kept Meludir safe. Even from Melkor, when it was in his power.
❝You have given me no reason to HATE you, Master❞
❝You seem to have forgotten the times you have b e g g e d for your forests. To be returned home again is all you have ever asked of me. Yet I do not provide.❞
The Maia ran his hands through Meludir’s hair. His eyes settled closed as the little elf occupied his wandering fingers.
❝Your ability to forgive is one I appreciate Meludir.❞ The Maia brushed aside the little elf’s hair and kissed him once, softly, on the temple. ❝And for that I am most,❞
❝Thankful❞
“It is, but…well…we can certainly have fun with this, can we not? I’m sure our beautiful smith here would thoroughly enjoy being dominated by his Masters…”
Annatar pulled Celebrimbor to his chest, cradling him protectively.. “Haven’t you heard of patience? Its my time with him now.”
silvermirdan
❝I-it is I, who is the master here,❞ the elf lord spoke, voice wavering with a blush, eyes flickering clumsily between the three Maiar. He made a dazed noise as he was pulled into Annatar’s chest, and he leaned into the touch much as he would the same in response from a touch from the other two. ❝I will not choose…❞
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❝Be calm you two,❞ Sauron murmured, voice low as he settled himself between the elf’s legs, hands on his chest. ❝Our little smith is not yet recovered enough from whatever it is that happened to him this last night.❞ He traced Celebrimbor’s face with his fingers, toying with the delicate tips of his ears.
❝I propose we break our fast and the three of us are given a change to discuss our relationships with the darling elf lord in times where it is just a pair. For I assume you two came from a time like that.❞
// melkors-second
Mairon yawned, opening his eyes and smiling as he saw his elf sleeping beside him.
…wait, why the fuck is there another him on the other side…and also beside him-
“What the fuck? Who are you and why are you so drop-dead gorgeous?”
annatar-lordofgifts
Annatar sighed and smiled weakly at the other two. “I am but a simple smith and a devotee of Aulë.” “You?” silvermirdan
Celebrimbor was the last to wake, roused by the sound of voices. ❝Oh, you must quiet down,❞ he murmured, opening his eyes. Glancing around hazily, those blue eyes widened with a start. ❝By the valar!❞ the elf cried, ❝Why are there three?!❞
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❝Why indeed,❞ Sauron parroted, sitting up to look at the other pair who looked like him. ❝I will not complain, but it is odd indeed.❞
melkors-second
Warning in advance for the horrible crack thread that is the ‘4 way’
3 Saurons and a Celebrimbor
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Blacklist ‘4 way’ if you don’t want to see it.
The Maia rolled over as he woke, grumbling to himself that Celebrimbor needed to work on getting himself fluffier pillows. ❝The comfort level in your chambers is really something we need to- who is that lovely pair on the other side of you dear Celebrimbor?❞
melkors-second
“What does Melkor call you, Master as you call him. What name did he give you? If not, what would you like to be called?” He asked, continuing his petting of Meludir when one of his werewolves entered the room through the leather covered flap at the bottom of the door.
The werewolf was one of the larger ones, sleek in its fur with no visible scarring or marks. He shook itself out in front of the doorway before padding over to sit in front of Sauron. The Maia cooed a greeting and moved Meludir to one side on his lap. “Up,” He patted on now unoccupied leg and the werewolf leapt up to occupy the other half of Sauron’s lap and his second hand in petting.
“Little one,” He cooed softly at Meludir, “Meet the beta of my werewolves. He will be the one you see most often,”
“He calls me whatever he wishes, as is his right. Sometimes he calls me pet and othertimes he calls me pathetic slave, useless and worthless, undeserving of kindness. Sometimes he calls me sweet one, and sometimes…one time…he called me little sweet. He was kind to me once…”
Meludir sighed a little, leaning into Sauron’s touch, but soon a great fear siezed his heart, cold terror surging through him, his blood turning to ice. He froze and held his breath, eyes locked onto the werewolf and wide with fear. As Sauron commanded the creature up Meludir gave a small strangled cry and leapt up off of Sauron’s lap and onto the back of the chair, where he perched there like a frightened owl.
If Meludir had heard Sauron’s words to him, he made no indicaton. This was it, he though: ‘This is where the kindness ends and the cruelty begins. I was a fool to think I was save. The kindness was only a tool to make this pain worse’, Meludir thought. He was so sure that this was where it ended. Melkor had set this up, given him to Sauron to make him feel unwanted, to make him suffer. Surely Melkor had Sauron to make the beast attack him. Again. Once again Meludir would be subject to the unmerciful attack of teeth and claw.
“Please, please,” he begged “I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll do whatever you ask, I’ll be a good pet, I’ll serve and pleasure you in any way you wish, just…please. Don’t make them hurt me, not again. Saes”
In his panic Meludir slipped into the Elvish tongue. Teary eyed he looked at Sauron, terror and fear painting his face like a canvas.
Sauron watched the elf scramble from his lap an up onto the back of his chair. He raised an eyebrow curiously as the elf begged. “Little one,” He cooed, raising a hand to lift Meludir against him again, held aloft against his chest instead of on his lap. “Nothing is going to hurt you here,” He continued.
The wolf prodded at the backside of Sauron’s hand, whining at the tension for its master. “You will be alright pet. I will let no harm come to you. Nothing will hurt you.” He held the little elf close, second hand rubbing soothing circles into his back. “Hush now little one, breathe and you will be alright. At my side you are as safe as you can be,” He took a moment to hush the werewolf in his lap before returning to comforting the panicked elf in his grasp.
With a neutral expression Sauron watched the elf settle in his lap. He cupped the side of the elf’s face again, fingers in Meludir’s hair, very lightly scratching as one would for a cat or dog. “I can see why Melkor thought you would be a good present. You are a very pretty elf,” He said leaning on the back of his chair.
The Maia closed his eyes and gave a heavy sigh. His hands continued lightly petting Meludir, focusing o his head and carding fingers through his hair. “He can be so utterly foolish, believing this will change anything. Gifts will not change anything between us,” His voice was soft as he continued a soft stream of speech, grumbling about Melkor and the flaws in the other.
“Hearing everything I think is wrong must be very uninteresting…. your name little one. I never got your name, what is it?”
Meludir made gave no hint or sign that he was either comfortable or uncomfortable with Sauron’s petting. He just sat there, like a doll. That’s what Melkor had always wanted of him. Usually the Vala would dress Meludir in clothes that could almost be considered nice, but recently he had just left him in the garb he was currently wearing. He hadn’t, bathed or changed or eaten in at least a week- Melkor hadn’t permitted it.
Pretty. Yes, Melkor had thought that too. It made meludir sad, somewhat, that he no longer had a name, or a purpose (other than to serve). All he was now was just a pretty face. Timid, fragile and shy. He cast his gaze downwards, hoping that maybe Sauron would see him as something other than pretty. He knew it was foolish, but he pretended that there was hope for it to be different.
“M-My n-name..?” Meludir asked, the question having caught him off guard “I…I have no name. Master took it from me. He said I did not deserve my name and that I was nothing more than a slave now, and that slaves do not have names. My name is whatever my master wishes it to be.”
“What does Melkor call you, Master as you call him. What name did he give you? If not, what would you like to be called?” He asked, continuing his petting of Meludir when one of his werewolves entered the room through the leather covered flap at the bottom of the door.
The werewolf was one of the larger ones, sleek in its fur with no visible scarring or marks. He shook itself out in front of the doorway before padding over to sit in front of Sauron. The Maia cooed a greeting and moved Meludir to one side on his lap. “Up,” He patted on now unoccupied leg and the werewolf leapt up to occupy the other half of Sauron’s lap and his second hand in petting.
“Little one,” He cooed softly at Meludir, “Meet the beta of my werewolves. He will be the one you see most often,”
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The Lost Tales
“Of course. Is there anything I can help you with?” Mairon asked, taking his box of rings back from his father.
“Ah,” he said, leaning against the table. “No, but thank you, child.”
“Are you sure Atya? Can I stay in here while you work tomorrow then? To observe how you work,” He asked, holding the ring box closer.
The Lost Tales
“Thank you father,” He dropped his gaze and felt a tiny blush of pride at the compliment. “Is there anything you think I need to improve. I want to get better,”
“As lovely as your rings are, you must try something different from time to time,” he said softly. “Or you won’t ever get better.”
“Of course. Is there anything I can help you with?” Mairon asked, taking his box of rings back from his father.
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The Maia watched his elf with interest as he shushed the baby. “I wouldn’t have kept him is he was anything less than lovely.” Sauron replied, leaning down the pick up Meludir and lift him into the Maia’s lap. “He will hold a position similar to yours, taking orders from only me.”
Meludir smiled softly, then looked up at Sauron, a brief hint of the smile still on his lips. The little elf still wasn’t overly comfortable (or confident) showing any positive emotion. Melkor had made certain that Meludir suffered at the slightest indication of happiness.
As always, Meludir made no sound or protest as he was lifted into the Maia’s lap. He shifted slightly, tucking his knees against his chest, still cradling the baby, holding it like it was the most precious thing in the world.
“Have you raised a child before?” Meludir asked softly. There was nothing but inquisitiveness in his voice, and he gave the baby another soft smile. He gasped softly, and giggled a little as the tiny elfling grasped his thumb and held it against his face.
Sauron returned the smile given to him by the elf. The baby made tiny noises and waved one hand to Meludir’s face, the other hand holding fast to the elf’s thumb. “I have never raised a child before, but I know enough that this should go smoothly.” He replied, setting a hand atop Meludir’s head.
“You need not worry yourself little one. This elfling is in good hands,” He rubbed idle patterns into Meludir’s scalp, watching the elf hold the baby. The Maia was sure this little elfling would grow up will in his care with Meludir nearby.
