Captive by tinni

Prologue

Captive

Prologue

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The touch was unbearably tender. A calloused hand gently stroked his face, lingering on his lips. When was the last time someone touched him like this? Not since Nerdanel left had he felt a touch like this. Even as the thought occurred to him, the memory of the abandonment by yet another woman elicited a strangled whimper from him. Had Nerdanel returned to him?

An amused, malicious chuckle drifted into his ears. "Ahhh… my poor, poor Fëanaro, still pining after the woman who could no longer take the heat of your fire. But she is gone." The deceptively tender voice continued, “Nerdanel will not return; she cowered and fled before the glory of your spirit just as you fell captive to the might of my Balrogs.”

Fëanaro’s eyes shot open and he came face to face with a being whose features looked disturbingly like his own. Yet he knew the creature staring back at him was no Elf but the mightiest of all the Ainur. The mightiest as well as the most fell.

"Morgoth!" Fëanaro spat out. He moved to rise and found he could not move his body. "What have you done to me you jewel crow of Mandos?" he demanded.

Without warning, Morgoth struck Fëanaro hard across his face and said chidingly, "None of that now, my pretty fire. You shall address me as Master and nothing else,” he instructed his captive.

Fëanaro hissed in anger and indignation. "I will do so only in your dreams, you degenerate…" his retort was cut short by another slap. This one drew blood as it lay open his cheek.

"I do not dream," Morgoth informed Fëanaro as he watched him wince in pain with satisfaction. "I do not sleep, but from time to time I remember," the fallen Ainur whispered. "I remember the fires that covered the depth and breadth of Arda before my brother…" scorn laced the term and cut through Fëanaro’s heart, for it was alike to how he referred to his brother Nolofinwë, "…had Aulë cover it with dirt and Ulmo with water. I loved Arda best when it was a fiery inferno; I wanted to posses it. I will posses it… just as I will posses you, my spirit of fire."

With that he claimed the lips of Fëanaro and swallowed the scream of disgust that tore from the elf's throat.

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Translation:

Fëanaro – Fëanor

Nolofinwë - Fingolfin

Author’s note: Thanks to Andreth for beta reading. This is a special barter fic for Kasura. I am bartering this Fëanor/Morgoth fic for a Fingon/Maedhros picture from her. Personally, I think I am going to get the better end of the deal. Just to be clear, in this fic the Balrogs sent by Morgoth captured Fëanor instead of killing him. Also technically, Nerdanel is the Sindarin name of Fëanor’s wife. I don’t know what her Quendi name is, which is one of the reasons she is the only called by her Sindarin name in this fic.

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