Note: this is my first fiction first written in English. I have already translated some fanfics of mine to English, which I had written first in Portuguese, my native language. But I have decided writing this fic in English because almost all the return and reviews I have received for this couple was in English or Spanish. Brazilian people in general do not read or write with "angbang" or even any Silmarillion pair... so I am trying this experience.

If my English is not so good, I am sorry. This is, as told before, not my first language, but I will try to do my best.

Thanks for the attention!

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Maternity

The people from Tol in Gaurgoth was waiting for some instructions about how to act. All of them were outcast from their isle and home, and now didn't have a place to go or live. There were rumours about their lord, Mairon, had been won by Lúthien and Huan, and then he ran away for not being slain. Well, truth or lie, the fact was that they were with no home anymore.

So they were told to be reunited in some dark field near Angband for receiving orders and directions from Mairon himself. And soon he appeared. His tall, almost divine figure was stunning and at the same time intimidating. When he arrived, almost all the creatures, wargs and orcs, vampires and trolls, became silent. But to hush the rest of the few creatures which didnt stay totally quiet, he just said once:

- Silence!

All obeyed. He gave a long, cold, piercing look to all of them and then said:

- I know you are with no place to go now. You have no good space or even rooms here in Angband. So, I am going to give you a place in Dorthonion. I have talked myself with our lord Melkor and he told me that I can build a fortress there. But this fortress will be secret. I want NO talking about that, NO idiots wanting to show off the place only to seem "great" or something like that. The best way to act is in silence. Now, the elves are in too many places of this forest. They go to Dorthonion sometimes. So, if some of you can slay or just capture some elves, but in SILENCE and in a secretive way, you will be recompensated. Each of you. The elves are the guilty ones for now you don't have Tol in Gaurhoth anymore. Therefore, they need to be destroyed and slain. But in SILENCE.

The maia put so much strengh in this word, that the total silence seemed to be even more "silenced" than before.

- Good now? Understood? Nice. I can be generous to my followers, but I am NOT a fool being. Those who work well will be highly rewarded. Those who work badly or simply don't work will be exemplarily punished. This is justice. This is the lemma of Angband. Work well and you will be well. Work in silence and stealth, and you will be in my favour. Do the contrary, and you will not survive in the new fortress and under my domain. Was I clear?

Everyone just nodded. Still with his haughty look, Mairon finalized his speech:

- Now you are liberated, but soon the works will start in the forest. Be prepared.

With no more thing to say, the maia just turned away and went to Angband inside. The people from Tol in Gaurhoth started talking and deliberating among themselves what was going to happen in the forest. Mairon didn't confirm about the assault made by Lúthien and Huan, but that didn't matter now. What could matter was the new fortress. What could be that? How much time would be taken to build such a new place for everyone to live?

It was too soon to know all that questions, even for Mairon. He was still worried about his own humilliation and defeat toward a maiden and a dog - even both of them had an "Ainu" origin. He couldn't stand against two Ainu powers together, but he couldn't seem to be weak or defeated to his servants and followers.

His master, Melkor, was once his worst worry. He thought his lord wouldn't pardon him, but he not just pardoned but still gave him permission to build a new fortress and a new realm for himself¹. It seemed that Melkor didn't mind so much about the lost Silmaril, once he forgot the things easily and didn't have much discipline and patience to finish what he started. In this point, Mairon was his main source of help: he liked to use all the power of the mighty vala and put it in order, to discipline everything. An so on, the partnership of both, dark maia and vala, could exist successfully this way.

Mairon even offered himself to find the Silmaril and claim it back from Carcharoth, and if he could act sooner the jewel would be in the power of Melkor again. But Melkor didn't want it, he started searching for Mairon for a too long time, while he was hidden in Dorthonion. This was his fault. He lost Carcharoth and the Silmaril only because he concentrated his efforts in finding his most trustful and loyal servant. Mairon got happy with this, but... he knew. The most rational and useful way of doing things would be finding the Silmaril, not himself. But the vala always has done everything guided by emotion.

And now he, Mairon, needed to act with all his rationality in order to not let everything be lost by the impulsiveness of Melkor.

He arrived in the throne's room and Melkor was there - smiling, receiving him as if nothing has happened.

- How are you, my beautiful minion?

- I am fine, my lord. Thank you for your concerning. But... we need to give the lesser servants from Tol in Gaurhoth a new home.

- That is good for me. Did you talk to them?

- Yes. Soon the fortress will start being built. But I need to know... while the fortress is not done, where will they sleep and eat?

- We have some extra rooms here in Angband. That will be enough for some time.

The maia stood in front of his master, as if he wanted to ask something only with his golden look. The vala noticed he wanted to say something, and then told him:

- Do you need anything else, my dear?

- ...if it would not be very boresome for you... my lord... I would like to know where I would stay.

- Heh! With me, of course!

-...I am very thankful for your mercy, my lord, but... in Tol in Gaurhoth I used to have my own room.

-... What is the matter about being with me in my own room? All my servants would like to have this glory! Are you in disdain about staying with me in my own room?!

- Of course not, my lord! It is a very good thing for me, but... I wouldn't like to bother you in your private space...

The vala smirked to his blond lieutenant and then embraced him by the waist.

- My darling... you are never bothering. How could I be bad in sharing my own room with such a beautiful, sweet and at the same time fierce being like you?

Then the vala kissed the lips of his servant and lover. Mairon smiled and then went to the private room of the vala - and now his own too, and sighed. He loved Melkor more than anything in his life - even than himself. But their relation could be successful only because they lived separated. Once in the past, Melkor in Utumno, Mairon in Angband; then, after the destruction of Utumno, Melkor in Angband and Mairon in Tol in Gaurhoth. They communicated frequently, had encounters, but all the things were separated. Melkor with his servants and fortress, Mairon with his servants and fortress; everything could be just nice then.

But both of them together, even in the same room, would not be a nice thing. The maia knew of their love² and knew it was pretty real, but at the same time his rationality showed the reasons why they were so different from each other: Mairon the order and discipline, the sharpen but strictly calculated cirurgical cut. Melkor the strenght, the fight, the smash, the chaos himself. Would this mixture be well succeeded if being put so close one to another?

"I don't know", he sighed another time, then came out to supervise some more tasks and servants.

To be continued

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¹See the fic "A demanda de Mairon", in this fic I tell about the Silmaril stealing and the absence of the maia in Dorthonion - while Melkor gets mad, lol!

²See the fic "Medo de amar". In this fic finally Melkor declares his love to Mairon... xDDD

OK, I think this chapter was not so difficult. I think about translating some fictions in Portuguese to English only for the readers can be well situated and don't need to translate the texts themselves. I luv this pair sooo much, so I am wiling of doing this effort.

One more note: Mairon in my fics uses to have sex (a very rough and intense sex - but all consensual) with Melkor; sometimes he makes love in a woman form (if he can be a bat or a wolf, well, a woman would not be difficult) and in one of these times Mairon will be pregnant, that's why the title "maternity". So if you don't like these contents, please read another thing.

I hope I can continue it soon!

Kisses to everyone!