Mercy, Love by Elleth

Chapter 10

His guards fall valiantly, leaving him singled-out and alone. There is neither time nor reason for tears now. But in isolating him, Morgoth betrays his hand. He knows what would be the worst blow to the morale of the Noldor and the free peoples - their king not slain, but taken and tortured into a disfigured, nightmare-ridden spectre of his former self.

He never, he thinks defiantly, lifting his head to face Gothmog, thought of Maedhros that way.

The fire-demons toy with him, exhausting him until he stumbles, now easy prey to subdue.

One slings its whip around him from behind.