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Melkor:

A thought about them that they’d never share: I doubt she could hide any thoughts from him even if she tried.
First impression of them: How strange they are, wandering off into the Void alone.
Favorite thing about them: Everything! Melkor did a good job twisting her mind into seeing him as the epitome of perfection. She loves his drive, his will to shape the world around him to suit him, how he speaks, how he handles their enemies, how kind he can be if she truly pleases him.
Least favorite thing about them: Melkor’s love for sweets and cake, simply because she finds the smell of sweet foods gross and the whole aesthetic of cakes and candy rather ugly.
Hopes for their future relationship: Mauzurbal has one major goal; to aid Melkor in taking what she deems as his rightful ownership over the world. She hopes he will always accept her as his warrior, and that they will stand triumphant together.

Sauron

A thought about them that they’d never share: His ingenuity and passion for inventing may one day serve us better than Gothmog’s brute strength.
First impression of them: Why did Melkor recruit someone already tainted by the teachings of the Valar? What qualities does he see in him? Gothmog will put him in his place should he ever try to challenge the position of the balrogs.

Favorite thing about them: Sauron has a muscular physique and dark voice, both which are qualities Mauzurbal enjoy. In addition, anyone who treats her with pieces of gold and metal and is willing to scratch her behind a horn once in a while will earn a little of her..eh..balrog affections.

Least favorite thing about them: Sauron poses a threat to the balrogs in winning Melkor’s favour, and Mauzurbal will always be annoyed he achieved the same rank or higher rank (all depending how you read the text) as Gothmog, because she doesn’t believe he deserves that kind of position.

Hopes for their future relationship: That they find a way to mutually benefit from each other’s knowledge and strength while working towards world domination.

Feanor’s rear, or Mauzurbal’s?

Fëanor? That dried out strip of rabbit meat? Kch! I will take the queen of the valaraukar any day.

“Skazg is dead. She was slain by elves three days ago”. It was not often Mauzurbal ventured into Ossë’s lair. The winding caves and tunnels were far too moist and humid for her tastes, and she groaned as she could feel her water drip onto her skin as she stood before the sea spirit. But her daughter had cared for Ossë, and so Mauzurbal sighed as he placed Skazg’s black skull on the rocky floor. “This is all that was left of her”.

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The cavern was large and simultaneously deceptively small; the majority of its size was in depth beneath the ground, where the lake of salt water wound and weaved its way to its source. Inside that dark, mirrored surface were two glowing orbs, each easily larger than a fully grown Elf, though far enough below that they seemed less imposing. They burned brighter in acknowledgement as a rumble like thunder sounded through the room.

Dead? He had known she was not quite like him, but also not like Children; death had been a concept that only concerned others. His little ember-mate was strong and hot and protected by shadow. Death was for fleshy, bloody creatures that could not defend themselves. She was dead?

One arm slithered from the sea, serpentine as it stretched along the cavern floor to circle the token left behind. He did not touch, just surrounded in a phantom embrace. Her familiar heat still emanated from her bone, but there was no bite or sound or embrace in return. The tip of his tentacle stroked lightly over one of her horns.

Surely he was meant to say something, but the sea-terror could not fathom any adequate response. A pitched whine joined the rumble in an eerie song. He should do something, then, but all he wanted to do was dry himself and feel the blistering warmth of his ember-mate’s touch. Another dozen arms surfaced silently to utterly surround and engulf the skull.

“Where?” he boomed, voice thrumming from the depths. There was only one thing he could do, only one thing that mattered: he would have his revenge. Their homes would flood, their spouses would drown, their spawn would bleed — they would know the pain he did, and then, they would be dead as well.

*WAILING*