well_formed (well_formed) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-12-02 11:29:00 |
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Current mood: | distressed |
Current music: | blind guardian-blood tears |
Entry tags: | maedhros |
"Welcome to my realm. We're both condemned to live."
Who: Maedhros, Dream Morgoth, Dream Orcs
Where: Maedhros's home with Fingon/ Dream Angband
When: December 1st/2nd
What: Oh God. Oh GOD. Maedhros is captured by Morgoth
Rating/Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, manhandling (elf handling?) chains, whips, forced haircutting, implied triggery stuff. THIS IS NOT A HAPPY LOG AND I WOULD RATE IT AS A HEAVY R.
Maglor had told him NOT to go, to not treat with the Dark Lord who had been responsible for their father's death, who had wanted the silmarils, who had caused the trees to darken at home, which had lead them to this new land, but Maedhros had expected that the invitation was a sign of honor. Respect that even enemies paid to each other. As a result, he'd had to go. If he could ensure a truce, some edge of peace, then he would do it. He may not have had any fond feelings for the...for Morgoth but their people,and his brothers, deserved that world, deserved their father's jewel Morgoth had offered, so he'd gone on ahead. That had been the first mistake.
He'd brought along more people in his party, thinking it would be enough, should be enough to protect him, if things went ill as well. He'd trusted them all, hand chosen them for this, and used the best he had available to come with him on the chance that things got tough.
He'd hoped if the treaty did not go well that somehow, with the numbers he had chosen, they could overcome him.
Mistake number two. Morgoth's forces had also been thorough, and obviously hand selected for this, and there were more of them, and they were stronger. The brief fight in protest was quick, and, in the midst of a blow, Maedhros stumbled, even once.
That stumble was the third mistake, and gave them enough time to gather what they wanted.
They leapt upon him, before Maedhros could recover. Orcs leapt upon him, pinning his arms behind him tightly, shoving rusty irons on his kicking legs, slamming things into his stomach, the base of his skull, his face, digging ugly fingers into his ribs as they ripped at his clothing, rending it to shreds, leaving him nothing, not even his dignity, behind. There was no way to fight them now. There were too many, he was only one. He, the mighty warrior, the now king of his people, was overcome.
They dragged him through the dark lands, to a place where three volcanoes stood, driving him on and upward with kicks, with jabs, with slices of their whips, finally dragging him when he could stand no more, the sharp points of rock digging into his flesh and rending it, the ashes from a recent eruption flying through the air, causing him to cough, to flail, to hope his death was coming soon.
No matter how painful, Maedhros would welcome it now. He only hoped that Maglor would convince the others not to follow. That Maglor himself would choose to stay behind. His brother would make the better king, Maedhros thought now, as the dragging abruptly ended, and the darkness of the room that he was in gave way to a horrid sight glittering in firelight. A cold iron throne on which the Dark Lord sat, eying him, then laughed.
"You think I mean to give you death?" He asked, that smooth voice something Maedhros would remember all his life. "That I would pay you such kindness?" He stepped down from that throne, this lord who stood above Maedhros, whose height had always set him apart, even among the elves, who must have been at least sixteen feet tall, holding a blade of cold dark iron, smiled cruely, bringing the blade close to Maedhros's scalp, gathered up his hair,despite a struggle, his gleaming red hair that had always been a vanity, and began to hack away.
"For you, my work has only just begun."
And Maedhros screamed his fury, and his fear in both worlds, and woke, shaking as he had never shook before, tears streaming down his face with strangled sobs escaping as he made a beeline for the bathroom, collapsing near the toilet as he started to retch.