Maedhros collar whump ficlet
Using this prompt from a post with a lot of good ones.
“I think this looks marvelous on thee, Nelyafinwë.” Morgoth croaned as he admired the bejeweled collar around the Noldor king’s neck. “Do you not adore it?~” The question was mocking, of course, as the elf was being blackmailed into obedience. Sauron had written a very convincing letter in his hand in which he confessed his undying love and lust for Maglor, worst of all it included a perfect fake signature. He had been told that if he didn’t behave and say how he loved his collar then the letter would be sent. He obviously hoped that his brothers would realise it was fake, but he didn’t like the idea of dying without being able to explain it.
“Yes, Morgoth.” He decided to cut his losses. “I hate you and everything here, but I adore the collar you have given me, I think it looks wonderful and I want to wear it forever.” It dug into his neck and the gems were cold, the buckle had been tightened too far. They laughed at him and praised him.
“Oh good boy!” Sauron managed to say between laughing fits. “I do believe it is one of my better projects. You can keep it since you love it so much.” He patted Maedhros on the head, ruffling his short, rough hair almost fondly.
“Thank you, Sauron, you are too kind.”
