Author: Erulisse (one L)
Characters/Pairing: Morgoth, Maeglin
Warnings: There is nothing nice about Angband
Book/Source: The Silmarillion
Summary: What truly happened in Angband when Morgoth finally was face to face with Maeglin and why would Maeglin become one of the great traitors of all time? A response to the prompt “dead-pan”.
Disclaimer: Tolkien built the sand box; I only play with the bucket and shovel that he left for me. No money, profit or non, is made from the publication of this story.
EDITED Oct 20 to reflect suggestions and improvements.
A Prize Catch
Seated on his throne of iron, as black as his fëa, Melkor allowed himself a momentary flash of joy and a quick smile. The craven lying before him, face down on the filthy stones, bled from his rough treatment, so frightened that his excrement stained his naked thighs. He was the key to the secret which had eluded him for so long.
His face returned to a dead-pan expression as he addressed the prisoner. His voice whipped his captive with fire-hot needles. His tone modulated, he said softly, “So, Maeglin, tell me of your fair city. Tell me of Gondolin.”