WIP and other things

[elf_in_a_mask]

 I've been trying to work on some writing, but my current living situation has made it slightly difficult XD, but I'm still trying lol. This is a snippet of a thing I've been working on in my dark!Namo AU where the Feanturi up and leave Valinor to follow Melkor. Slightly NSFW:

And the Doomsman of the Valar knelt before the dark throne, placing a hand over his chest and lowering his head. Armored in black, Namo Mandos seemed to be almost humbled as he kept his eyes lowered. To his left stood a second figure. The second Feantur, Irmo of Lorien, looked about at the surroundings with a faraway expression. The Lord of Lorien wore only light armor that extended upward from his back to give some protection to his wings. A crown of wilted flowers charred black sat atop his head.

 

The pair were as different as night and day. And yet hardly were they seen without one another to accompany them. 

 

Even now, as they two paid obeisance to the Dark Lord of Angband himself, they still remained side by side. who watched them with great amusement. 

 

“Why are you here?” Melkor asked, leaning forward. “Certainly not to drag me from my fortress for a second time? Who sent you, Doomsman? Was it my brother?”

 

Namo’s gaze rose:

 

“No. Manwë is...unaware of our presence here.”

 

The Dark Vala rubbed his chin in thought. 

 

“Unaware, you say?” Melkor asked, with a sneer. “Then...you are not here as Manwë’s eyes and ears? To spy on the likes of me and my minions?”

 

Namo heard his brother’s gentle bell-like laughter from over his shoulder.

 

“Dear Melkor, do you really think that of us? The Lord of Taniquetil has, more often than not, cast us out from his sight. Insulted us, even, to our faces. And for what? Why would we spy upon you when we are here before you, paying homage to your lordship?”

 

The smile on Melkor’s lips spread wide upon hearing that word, revealing sharp pointed teeth. Namo remembered the feeling of those teeth against his skin, making his fëa shiver at the recollection. The Three Ages in which Melkor was his prisoner. The sensation of Melkor’s body against his, writhing. Briefly, Namo’s eyes flicked to Irmo, and was unnerved to see him staring back. Quickly he pushed the indecent thoughts from his mind.   

 

The Dark Vala’s eyes shone, the light from the torches reflecting in the dark orbs.

 

“Namo Mandos, ever so proud and dutiful to the word of Eru.” Melkor said, leering at the brothers. “A pillar of righteousness. Is that not correct, Doomsman? And so very just in his judgements.”

And also,  a comm.  of Namo in his armor done for me by the wonderful @lorica-art on Tumblr

Comments

[spiced_wine]

I can actually see Námo following Melkor; I think he would have had the chance to explore his obvious ‘appetites’

[elf_in_a_mask]

Oh yes, definitely! I feel like Namo would have really done some scary things if he actually did follow Melkor, especially pertaining to the fëar and how they might be incorporated into Melkor's army :).

[spiced_wine]

That would be a really interesting AU 🤔