AN: Dear @blauerregen, I love all the art you made for @angbangweek (and in general) so much that I just had to get you a gift fic and I chose to write you something for iron. Yes, I even rewatched the movie scene for it. Everyone please go look at the art, it's gorgeous🖤
⚡︎ Prompt(s): Iron
⚡︎ Synopsis: Mairon is working late in the forge. Melkor decides to seek him out and "assist".
⚡︎ Warnings: Sensual, innuendo
⚡︎ Short oneshot (~600 words)
The hour was late and the forge was empty save for Mairon, still working on his latest project.
Garbed only in a short white tunic, he sat on his workbench right in front of his anvil. His hands rested on a block of iron, his palms and fingers engulfed in a golden glow as he called forth his element to heat it. He had wanted to experiment with shaping molten metal using his bare hands, but Aulë always insisted on him using proper tools and equipment, lest those of fiery nature imitate him and end up burning themselves.
Let them burn then. Mairon clutched the iron harder, enjoying the feeling of its slowly softening surface yielding to him. He was a being of fire, unaffected by heat and thriving in it.
The sound of footsteps rang out behind him, yet he paid it no heed. At this hour it could only be one certain Vala, and that one was not Aulë.